Chapter 788: Chapter 142 The Falling Sun_2

“You’re insane—-”

Along with the enraged roar of the Red Dragon, the glow on Walter’s body instantly became blindingly brilliant, like a supernova exploding, shrouding his blurred figure.

Flames on the surface of his body surged like tumultuous waves, violently churning, pulsating, wave after wave of energy burst forth from within, warping and shaking the surrounding space.

Ultimately, Walter transformed into a massive fireball ablaze with fierce flames, emitting countless beams of light that showered down brilliance, colliding with the Red Dragon high in the sky!

This mighty Angel Divine Descendant ignited the origin of his Sun God Power within, burning the source of his life, about to unleash a Ten-Ring Legendary Spell that broke the bonds of the Material Plane–

[Day of the End]

…

On the ground battlefield, the Soldiers engaged in combat suddenly noticed the sky brighten tremendously, as numerous fierce beams of light descended, causing them to nearly be unable to open their eyes, even their skin felt nearly scorched by the intense light.

Both the Soldiers of the Ashen Empire and those of the Allied Forces raised their heads in astonishment, shielding their eyes instinctively under the blinding light.

“By Amanata above…”

“This, this is…”

Soon after, their expressions turned to utter terror, and then they grew devout.

Weapons clanged to the ground as Soldiers of the Allied Forces either knelt in prayer, stood in a daze, or covered their eyes crying.

In the sky, a second sun had appeared!

This was far beyond a mere miracle; in their eyes, this was truly the Sun God Amanata descending to the Mortal Realm!

“It’s Him! He has returned!”

“The Lord has not forsaken us! The great and eternal Lord of Light has not abandoned the Fadlan People!”

“Emperor Amanata has returned! He will save us and spread sunlight over the land!”

The Soldiers of the Allied Forces waved their weapons, cheering ceaselessly, falling into a frenzied atmosphere, as if witnessing the most wonderful thing in their lives.

Indeed, only a god capable of creating such a miracle could have come down to save Fadlan!

However, no smiles were found on the faces of the other Divine Descendants, instead showing extreme sadness and sorrow.

Karen, beating her wings, looked up at the “sun” in the sky, a single teardrop sparkling at the corner of her eye, slowly sliding down her cheek.

As a fellow Divine Descendant, no one understood better than her the heavy price behind that seemingly magnificent miracle–the life of a noble Divine Descendant.

Lowering her head, her throat trembling, she said in a choked voice, “Yes, it is the Day of the End! Lord Walter he…”

Atop the walls of Collins City, Grandmaster Zalan also raised his head, his hawk’s eye spell allowing him to see the clear image from tens of thousands of meters away, including the newly born “sun.”

Although he considered himself well-acquainted with shock, no longer losing composure at the sight of anything illogical.

Yet upon seeing that “sun,” Zalan’s mouth still involuntarily opened, his hand grasping the Magic Wand trembled violently, and even his voice stuttered.

“By Mistrala above…”

Am I really not hallucinating? That… that’s a Legendary Spell! Gods, I’m actually witnessing a Legendary Ten-Ring Magic!

I must record…”

At that moment, Zalan’s heart could no longer withstand the constant shocks, he suddenly turned pale and fell to the ground, completely passing out.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of meters in the air, within that roaring fireball, Walter experienced the acute pain of his entire body burning, feeling his strength gradually slip away, scenes from his life over the last hundred years flashing before his eyes.

He started as a mere Human general, loyal to Emperor Aragon, fighting in the south and north across the Fianso Continent, securing glorious victories, receiving the blessing of the Sun God, and then endlessly waging wars across all planes, planting the flag of the Empire of Fadlan throughout the universe…

All his life, Walter Graham fought for Holy Fadlan, his glory, faith, and courage devoted to this cause, the sole meaning of his existence.

In that case, dying in battle for Fadlan, burning his last life to bring a bright future, seemed like a not so bad choice.

With this thought, Walter’s will became even more resolute. He kept burning the origin energy from the Sun God, fiercely charging towards the Red Dragon.

“Damn fool!”

“Stop, do you want to get us all killed?!”

Witnessing the Red Dragon’s unceasing struggle not far away, Walter couldn’t help but find it somewhat amusing–an all-powerful Emperor of the Crimson Dragon also fears the impending death.

It seems, he is not invincible after all.

After a brief moment of consideration, Walter, carrying the terrifying energy of a sun’s explosion, gradually closed the distance, ready to end it all right then and there.

At that moment, he could already see the Red Dragon’s ferocious face, its vertical pupils like lava spheres, and its sharp teeth.

But just then, Walter suddenly saw a mocking smile appear on the face of the Red Dragon, the previous anger, panic, and chaos seemingly dissipated completely.

Cassius opened his mouth slightly, his smile even more pronounced: “Walter, you can’t possibly believe–that you can perish together with me, can you?”

In an instant, Walter felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, a bad premonition arising in his heart, as if the surrounding space froze at that very moment.

“Click.”

The sound of a pocket watch being activated rang out. Except for the Red Dragon, everything around–including the gigantic, raging fireball–froze, as if time itself had been paused.

[Time Stop]

“To offer up your life for an illusion in your heart, what a foolish fellow.” Cassius casually freed himself from the chains, stepping up to Walter.

Or rather, that spell was released by himself from the very start, not needing to struggle free at all; everything he had done was a deliberate act–just to lure this Angel Divine Descendant into the trap and to unseal the origin of his divine power.

The original Sun God Power would completely disappear upon the death of a Divine Descendant, returning to the Divine Realm, but now, that pulsating sun was located at Walter’s chest, still burning vigorously, ready to release a terrifying strength.

Cassius reached out his claw, smiling viciously: “However, your death won’t be utterly meaningless, at least… it will provide me with a precious gift of Sun God Power.”

The next moment, time resumed its flow, the flames continued to surge, and that terrible energy kept pouring out, [Day of the End] was about to be fully unleashed.

But Walter, looking up in horror, saw the massive Red Dragon had already approached him, intruding into the “sun” he had released.

“Sizzle–”

Accompanied by the sound of flesh being torn, one of Cassius’s sharp claws pierced through the chest of the Angel Divine Descendant, brutally carving out the source of divine power from his chest.

Golden-red blood splattered, as Cassius lowered his head to gaze at the golden fireball pulsing in his palm, revealing an extremely satisfied smile.

“Walter, as you wished, I will grant you a grand finale, but people will not remember you as a hero, they will only see you as a sinner!”

“No–”

The Angel Divine Descendant shook his head weakly, stretching out his hand with the last of his strength, crying out in despair–yet by then, it was already too late.

At this moment, Walter was filled with immense regret; his death wouldn’t protect the Empire of Fadlan, but would instead bring disaster to the entire Fianso.

Walter finally realized that from the beginning to the end, he had never had a chance; he was merely caught in a carefully devised trap by the Red Dragon!

All of it, the so-called panic, chaos, and even fear, were all just an act for him to see, just to force out his own [Day of the End]!

No, how could Cassius have known about his plan?

After ruling out all the impossibilities, Walter turned his head in a somewhat baffled and helpless manner, looking towards the Gold Dragon in the distance.

“Oh Amanata above…”

The Angel Divine Descendant gasped, and then his eyes became dull, losing their vitality, while his body continued to burn without the source of divine power anymore.

And on the battlefield miles away on the ground, the soldiers of the Allied Forces looked up, only to witness such a scene:

In the sky above, the newly hoped-for sun they had believed in, had fallen!