Chapter 787: Chapter 142: The Fallen Sun

“Swoosh–”

The radiant giant angel flapped his hundreds of meters long wings, creating strong gales, and in just a few beats, he soared nearly ten thousand meters high.

Seeing this, Red Dragon spread his wings and quickly followed, climbing at an extremely fast speed, while taunting, “Do you really think this will work? The sky of the Material Plane is my domain!”

He turned into a scarlet afterimage, accompanied by towering flames, shooting straight into the sky, chasing in the direction of Balachiel and others.

Thus, both parties stood off against each other high in the sky, neither willing to yield.

At this moment, they were tens of thousands of meters away from the ground, even the clouds were beneath their feet.

At this altitude, the steel behemoths on the ground were no more than ants, even cities and mountains appeared extraordinarily miniature, while the soldiers of both sides were completely indistinguishable, like countless tiny specks of dust.

Meanwhile, the air around grew even thinner, and the sunlight in the sky became exceedingly dazzling.

Under this intense sunlight, Walter’s Divine Descendant armor shone brilliantly.

The complex patterns on the surface of the armor absorbed the energy of the sun, constructing a translucent Spirit Armor around his body, with the Amanata emblem on his chest emitting blinding golden Aurora.

As an Angel Divine Descendant, every inch of Walter Graham’s skin could draw strength from the sun to replenish himself.

In fact, after the great collapse of Holy Fadlan, this Divine Duke was also significantly affected, his appearance gradually aged, and fine cracks appeared on his body.

Now, golden light shone through these cracks, making his body seem like a fragile divine statue–this Angel Divine Descendant had begun to ignite the origin of his Divine Power, releasing the sparks of Life!

Walter flapped his wings, raising the Sun God Longsword in his hand, pointing it at the distant Red Dragon, his resonant words echoing through the high sky.

“Evil dragon, your brazen days in this world are over, this sky–will be your grave!”

“Ridiculous!”

Cassius sneered coldly, suddenly spreading his Dragon Wings, and roared with furious laughter, “Just you? If you didn’t bring reinforcements from Heaven, you wouldn’t even be qualified to stand before me!

The so-called Fadelan Divine Race, at the moment your Emperor betrayed the Sun God, became nothing but a pitiful pack of homeless dogs!”

“Shut your mouth–shameless evil dragon, stop your despicable tricks!”

Walter’s face contorted with rage, he bellowed, uncontrollable beams of light shooting from his eyes. “I tell you–as long as the Sun exists, Holy Fadlan will live on eternally!

He flapped his wings in frenzy, let out a heart-wrenching roar: “Now, strike!”

“What?”

Cassius’s mouth slightly opened, his deliberate expression drastically changed, seemingly completely unprepared for their sudden action.

“This farce–should have ended long ago!”

Lord Balachiel had already placed the silvery horn to his lips, summoning the strength from Heaven’s origin, expending several Light Wheels, and blew a long, sonorous, sacred hymn.

Instantly, the Laws of Order from Heaven descended, countless blinding beams of light poured down, as if the entire Heavenly Mountain was crushing down upon Red Dragon.

Under this overwhelming force, even Emperor Jin Cassius was stunned in place, weakly flapping his wings, and momentarily lost in stupor.

And this brief instant was enough to accomplish many things.

Lord Balachiel turned his head, shouting loudly, “Your turn, Titus!”

“It’s time to pay the price, filthy blood descendant of Tiamat!”

The Ancient Gold Dragon roared, waving his Scepter, and uttered ancient Draconic, releasing a long-accumulated, immensely powerful force.

[Dragon Binding Technique]

Hundreds and thousands of shimmering chains surged out from the void in all directions, like numerous twisting giant pythons, rapidly coiling around Red Dragon’s massive body, binding his neck, arms, torso, and even his tail tight.

“Success!”

Watching Red Dragon bound tightly, Titus shouted with great excitement, almost crying with joy to others’ observation.

With the cooperation of three Legendary Warriors at the pinnacle of the Material Plane, they had temporarily immobilized this terrible Red Dragon, and the battle was coming to an end–but at the cost of Walter’s Life.

“Lord Balachiel, Lord Titus, I am sincerely grateful for your help, but please, quickly leave this place and enjoy the fireworks that are about to come,” Walter said, holding the Longsword and flapping his wings, resolutely flying towards Red Dragon.

Bound Causius struggled continuously; with great force, the chains rattled loudly, but it seemed that even the Red Dragon could not break free of these chains specially tailored for giant dragons.

Cassius yelled furiously, cursing, “You damn mongrel, what do you think you’re doing?”

The Angel Divine Descendant did not respond; the light shining through the cracks in his body grew more blinding, his body nearly transparent, with the outline of a Sun emerging on his chest.

Fear finally rose on Red Dragon’s face, just like any rebel in a story, he angrily rebuked in restlessness, “You fool! By igniting the Divine Power Origin, you’ll die too!

Not just your body, but even your soul will be burned to Ashes!”

Walter gripped the Sun God’s Sword tightly, with an unwavering expression, he clenched his teeth and said word by word, “Shameless evil dragon, I’m ready to burn my own Life to save Fadlan, and I will take you with me–to oblivion!”