Ashen Dragon

Wilhelm's face suddenly changed, and then he clenched his teeth, murmuring softly: "No, it's just luck, I am the Divine Favored, what mere Five-Colored Evil Dragon, Beast stealing others' strength could compare..."

The Six-winged Angel rotated the Final Judgment Spear from the center of his hands, and seven entangled Holy Light Chains emitted a crisp "swish" sound, creating an array inscribed with the Sun God's Holy Emblem.

The miniature sun at the tip of the Final Judgment Spear hovered at the center of the array, gradually becoming dazzling, and the surrounding space twisted with divine power, manifesting a golden vortex.

"Boom!"

A thick golden light beam tore through the sky, shattering the clouds, shooting out from the miniature sun, directly towards the distant Red Dragon.

"Roar!"

Cassius roared towards the sky.

He flapped his wings, raised his head, a terrifying nuclear fusion reaction occurred within the dragon crystal on his chest, emitting ten thousand feet of light, and a golden energy stream flowed through his central blood vessels, gradually converging at the depths of his throat.

The flowing flame wrapped around Cassius' body, making his metallic scarlet scales shine brilliantly under the light, the surrounding air distorted by this unparalleled high temperature.

At this moment, it seemed as if the Red Dragon had a genuine sun within his mouth, about to unleash the power to burn everything and destroy all.

[Sun Breath]

A conical stream of divine power poured out from the Red Dragon's mouth, like a crimson gold waterfall, illuminating half of the sky.

"Boom!"

The Sun Breath collided with the Judgment Divine Light, the two forces, sharing the same root, struck and merged with each other, creating a dramatic explosion with a diameter of hundreds of meters in midair.

"Shush!"

The aftershock of their confrontation formed a terrifying energy storm, instantly sweeping the sky, spreading thousands or even tens of thousands of meters afar.

In the explosion's 300-meter range, creatures—whether human, sub-dragon, or hell puppet—were instantly burned and charred, turning into a mass of ashes.

And within a kilometer, creatures were blown about by the scorching wind, scars burned into their bodies, they desperately flapped their wings, maintained floating spells, and struggled in the energy storm.

Even those on the ground or tens of thousands of meters away, soldiers can only temporarily lose sight from the blinding light and can only feel the rush of hot air.

"God..."

"Is this the power of the strongest? Even the aftermath of battle can easily kill mortals!"

"His Majesty Cassius is invincible! Tear that arrogant birdman apart!"

Shielding their eyes from the blinding light, peering through fingers towards the scene in the sky comparable to a scourge, all mortals were utterly shocked and amazed, marveling at the majestic power of these beings.

Soon, the energy confrontation divides into victor and vanquished.

Surprisingly, the one who was superior in this confrontation of Sun God power was actually Cassius, the Ashen Empire's Emperor, rather than Wilhelm, known as the "Angel King."

Wilhelm's face became increasingly sinister, sweat dripping from his forehead, his mouth bleeding golden blood, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of his skin, making him look woeful.

He roared furiously, shouting: "Impossible, I am the God-given Son praised by my father! You cannot possess stronger Sun God power than me!"

But Cassius was not surprised.

His dragon crystal contains the divine power core of over a dozen Angel Divine Descendants, including top-tier descendants like Duke Walter, making it multi-core driven.

Meanwhile, Wilhelm, infected by the Power of Hell, had long been abandoned by the brilliance of the sun, having little divine power left to wield.

The Sun Breath in Cassius' mouth became more and more intense, pushing the explosion towards Wilhelm, forcing him to close his six wings brusquely.

"Boom!"

Feathers drifted down, Wilhelm's holy wings were scorched black by the Sun Breath, even revealing the blurred flesh beneath.

Cassius looked down on the Angel Divine Descendant, coldly saying: "Wilhelm, face reality, you no longer have the right to wield the Sun God's power."

Saying this, mockery undisguised on his face, his tone becoming somewhat frivolous, he even wiggled his claws: "Come, let me see the dirty power you obtained by sacrificing soul of subjects."

"You—"

Wilhelm glared, his face turning pale, trembling all over, under the impact of anger, his mind just kept repeating that sentence.

Kill him!

Kill him, kill him!

As long as he kills the Red Dragon and takes the other's power, he will still be the favored of the Sun God! Still the successor of Holy Fadlan!

As long as he kills the Red Dragon, no one in this world would reveal the truth, uncover his secret!

Moreover, a seductive female voice echoed in the depths of Wilhelm's mind, continuously speaking.

"Your Majesty Wilhelm, you cannot defeat that Red Dragon like this, come use our contract, sacrifice those insignificant mortals to Hell.

Come, for a negligible price, I can give you the power to kill that Red Dragon, in time, you will reign the Holy City, ascend the golden throne, become the true Holy Fadlan Emperor, establishing a thousand-year legacy..."

"No, no, it hasn't come to that, I can still fight him." Wilhelm painfully covered his ears, shaking his head repeatedly.

At that moment, Wilhelm kept a fragment of sanity, not completely consumed by anger.

He knew if he used the Power of Hell in front of tens of thousands in August City, his glorious image would crumble completely, with no room left.

Unfortunately, Cassius also saw Wilhelm's struggle, coldly observing the Angel Divine Descendant entwined by the Devil, saying in an indifferent tone: "If you are unwilling to show, do not blame me for helping you."

He stretched out his arm, opened his claws, a silver palace emerged in his hand, exuding shining starlight, radiating a holy and righteous aura.

——This is the essence of "Silver Heavenly Kingdom" Lunia, nurturing the purest goodness and justice since the universe's inception.

Wilhelm suddenly looked up, roaring: "Evil Dragon, what are you attempting?"

The Upper City is relatively elevated, composed of the Castle District, Temple District, Manoburn District, and Wide Alley District, with numerous religious buildings, Miracle Hall, and Supreme Miracle House, both being Church centers in Bod Gate of the God of Craft Gund. Miracle Hall displays Gund's great inventions, while Supreme Miracle House serves as a workshop. The Lower City mainly consists of stone houses and has six districts, including Sea Tower District, Blonrich District, Steep District, Crowded Side District, East Road District, and Branpton District. The middle class generally lives close to the aristocracy in the Blonrich District, whereas East Road District near the Stone Lizard Gate connecting Outer City is more diverse, with bustling bars and cheap inns. Sea Tower District is where the Flame Fist Mercenary Group is stationed, near the largest rocky offshore island where the mercenary group's headquarters Bodlan Sea Tower is built. Branpton District and Steep District are relatively rundown, as sailors and laborers' residential areas. The Outer City stretches along the Chongsar River, gathering temporary constructions and slums, with the landmark being a stone bridge spanning the Chongsar River—Flying Dragon Crossroad, filled with vendors, even having extended the boardwalk and constructed many buildings upon it. Law and order do not exist there, even Flame Fist Mercenary Group can hardly exert protection, and indigent people and criminals have gathered here.

The moss on the sewer arch showed a ghostly green under the dim phosphorescent light, murky sewage covered the boots eventually, each step stirred a viscous "gulping" sound. Purple-black liquid seeped from wall cracks, like veins converging toward drains—unique neuro-corrosive substance of Spirit Sucking Monster Nest, inhaling by ordinary people causes auditory hallucinations, as if numerous tiny tentacles wriggling inside the ear canal. Suddenly, a dislocated bone "clack" sound emanated from a broken cast iron pipe, as if something was twisting and squeezing through the narrow space.