"Teacher, are you going to take action personally?"
In the canyon, which was now set up with countless beneficial magic circles, Karsus stood at the convergence point of all the magic formations, looking up at the silver dragon with anticipation.
Karsus had long been curious about Garon's true power.
He had heard about the dread of the Silver Calamity from other Netheril spellcasters, especially those ancient archmages who had lived through a thousand years and were particularly secretive about Garon. When Karsus brought him up, they had warned the young archmage not to provoke that dragon.
Karsus knew his dragon teacher was unfathomable, but he had never seen Garon take action personally.
Garon spread his dragon wings, his colossal form casting a shadow over the sunlight, covering the ground in giant patches of shadow, enveloping Karsus as well.
The majestic silver dragon lowered its head and looked down at his disciple.
"There are a few enemies worth my intervention. I hope they provide me with some long-missed amusement."
The dragon's voice was deep and calm.
In the main timeline, due to his fierce reputation in the Dragon and Elf War, almost all beings of the prime material world had heard of this terrifying true dragon who had rampaged through elf legions, capturing and killing more than a dozen elven demigods.
In this timeline, Garon's fame was limited to the world of Faerûn, but that might change after this battle.
Garon was curious to see how the demigods of the Underworld compared to the elven demigods in the prime material world.
Meanwhile, Karsus's fingers twitched slightly as he casually cast several spells of the Mage's Eye around Garon.
Garon, though now not as proficient in magic as Karsus, wasn't far behind.
He noticed his disciple's small actions but didn't stop them.
Letting Karsus see him in his moment of glory wasn't a bad thing.
Dragons generally had a bit of vanity, and Garon was no exception.
Next, under Karsus's gaze, the silver dragon's body gradually became ethereal, disappearing from the tranquil canyon amidst ripples in the river of time.
...
In the battle domain where deathly forces shrouded the sky, the roars of endless undead creatures converged, more fearsome than the waves of the great sea.
A death knight, clad in black smoke-like armor and mounted on a nightmare steed, took to the air.
This demigod was not just an avatar.
Godly messengers in their divine realms typically had the power of demigods because beings capable of reaching lesser divine power generally chose to create their own divine realms rather than serve other deities.
Thus, like the twin flower godly messengers that had descended to the prime material world, the demigods in the legion of death were actual incarnations, as were those in the army of Incantation.
The death knight was completely encased in black armor as dark as night.
It had just broken through a tempest of lightning unleashed by a demigod of the Incantation, with silver still crawling over its iron armor, accompanied by a sizzling sound.
The death knight ignored the residual magical forces eroding its body.
In countless battles for the Master of All Endings, it could not even remember how many times it had died, numb to the pain of enemy attacks, showing no significant reaction.
The death knight gripped its broadsword-like greatsword, slashing at the floating cities in the sky.
The blood-red greatsword dragged out two cross-shaped scarlet sword lights.
After leaving the sword, the cross sword lights swelled in the wind, becoming thousands of meters of dazzling sword light in just a few seconds, tearing through the sky and leaving fragments of broken space.
Faced with an attack from a demigod...
The targeted archmages of the floating city changed color drastically.
The archmage shouted, channeling a continuous flow of magic into the core of the magic network, drawing more energy from the depths of the magic network to bolster the city's Myslocke Barrier.
He also communicated with other archmages inside the city via the Arcane Chain.
Archmages of varying strength constructed defensive spells around the Myslocke Barrier, strengthening the city's defenses.
Buzz!
A shield-like Myslocke Barrier emerged, enveloping the entire floating city.
At the same time, the kilometers-wide blood-red cross howled down, ferociously striking the Myslocke Barrier of the floating city.
Screech!
A piercing explosion sounded.
The entire city shook violently, causing some archmages to lose their footing and fall.
However, the violent reaction of the floating city did not frighten these archmages.
Because they saw that the floating city, despite a massive cross-shaped breach in its barrier, had successfully with
stood the death knight's full-force attack, preventing significant damage to the city itself.
The Myslocke Barrier, originating from high elves, was incredibly robust.
Even Garon had to exert full effort to breach it, and typical demigods couldn't destroy it in one strike, especially since such barriers were supported by many archmages, including the city lord, among whom were not a few of legendary strength.
The war against the Felin mages, due to the presence of magic absorption, did not allow the floating cities to exert effective power.
But now, the strength of this arcane empire was on full display.
The death knight's strike failed, and the nightmare steed neighed, treading flames in the air, leaving a trail of footprints, heading towards the breach in the floating city's barrier.
Floating cities could withstand a full-force attack from a demigod.
But they could not endure relentless pursuit by a demigod.
At the same time.
A demigod spellcaster from the Heart of Incantation chanted a spell, creating a brilliantly luminous spear that pierced through space and shot towards the death knight to stop the demigod's attack on the floating city.
However.
The death knight didn't even glance at the spellcaster's attack.
Sss!
The magical spear destroyed half of the death knight's body, engulfing its right side in a white flame, melting the heavy armor to reveal the decayed skeletal body beneath.
Then, half-covered in armor and half-exposed skeleton, the death knight charged into the floating city amid the burning magical flames.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several blinding red lights flashed, exploding within the floating city.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Crash!
Under the solemn gaze of many spellcasters, the massive floating city exploded with a thunderous noise, turning into a small sun-like fireball.
The death knight, mounted on the nightmare steed, emerged bathed in fire.
Endless deathly forces rolled in, rapidly regenerating its body, which had been nearly disintegrated by the spell.
The remnants of the floating city, including the body of the archmage, were sliced by the sword light and, under the convergence of deathly forces tainted with flames, fused back together to be transformed into a legendary undead sorcerer, reconstituting spells, but now targeting their former allies.
Not just the archmage.
Ordinary archmages, as long as their corpses were not too severely damaged, also rose again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As time passed, one by one, floating cities began to explode.
Demigods and legendary beings of the legion of death focused their firepower mainly on the floating cities of Netheril, aiming to slaughter the great archmages who had evaded death with the Eternal Life Technique, bringing them to a final death.
Like the death knight destroying floating cities, it was just a microcosm of the vast battlefield.
Due to the special nature of the deathly forces, they could largely ignore the attacks of the spellcasters of Incantation.
The legion of death, initially at a disadvantage in the battle with the army of Incantation and the Netheril spellcasters, gradually stabilized the situation and began to gain an advantage.
With the deathly forces' ability to resurrect indefinitely, their power was too perverse.
By comparison, the godly messengers of the Heart of Incantation were not very adept at waging war against the legion of death.
If it were the army of the god of light, dealing with the primarily undead legion of death would be much easier.
In the ranks of the Heart of Incantation, there were not a few who could perform Resurrection, even Mass Resurrection, and the great archmages knew similar spells, but these spells were far less effective and more taxing compared to the empowerment of deathly forces.
The best solutions against the legion of death were to completely annihilate them in one go, close the portals, sever their connection with the Underworld, or use sealing or banishing methods.
Unfortunately, these solutions were not easy to implement.
At that moment.
A sixty-meter-long, apparition-like undead dragon, with no physical form, attacked a floating city.
It breathed a similarly pale breath, opening a breach in the floating city's barrier.
Then, its massive body rolled up, enduring spellcaster attacks from all directions, about to enter and destroy the floating city.
Under the tense gaze of the great archmages, the undead dragon's body drew ever closer.
But before it could reach the floating city, time throughout the battlefield suddenly froze for a moment.
Ripples in the river of time coalesced into the silhouette of a silver dragon.
With towering dragon horns and shimmering silver scales, the immense dragon appeared.
Time resumed its flow.
The undead dragon paused, momentarily stunned by the sudden appearance of the silver dragon before its eyes.
Time teleportation arrived instantly, without stirring a ripple in space, a method of
transportation the undead dragon had never encountered before.
Garon materialized, instantly drawing countless gazes.
There was no help for it; before Garon's arrival, the undead dragon had been the largest and most fearsome beast there, but upon his appearance, the undead dragon was immediately overshadowed, resembling a mere child in his presence.
Young spellcasters of Netheril were unclear about Garon's stance.
Seeing the silver dragon, because there was already an undead dragon as an enemy, many instinctively considered Garon a part of the legion of death, their expressions filled with intense anxiety.
However, many of the more experienced legendary archmages and great archmages, after a brief reflection when they saw Garon's form, shifted their expression and aligned it with a legend from memory.
The Silver Calamity.
The hidden hand behind the destruction of the ancient Imaskar Empire a thousand years ago.
This dragon was said to have good relations with the King of Archmages, having lived in the newly established First City for a while before suddenly departing. He had been untraceable for a millennium, with some news re-emerging about thirty years ago, but it was scant.
Such an arrival suggested a higher chance he was called to assist in the battle by the King of Archmages.
Amidst such speculations from the great archmages, the Silver Calamity deeply inhaled.
Air circulated, with an energy undetectable even to great archmages gathering and continuously flowing into the Silver Calamity's body.
Then, under the stunned gaze of countless onlookers.
The already massive dragon's body swelled, growing in just a few seconds into a mountainous beast, its mere wingbeats creating boundless winds, its breaths rumbling like thunder from roiling clouds.
Karsus, viewing through the Mage's Eye, gasped.
"That's, that's too exaggerated."
He muttered softly, his eyes sparkling with amazement.
"Teacher really is a demigod dragon, and it seems, not just any demigod."
Karsus held his breath, eyes slightly closed, intently watching the progression of the battle.
On the other side.
Great archmages, Incantation godly messengers, and high-ranking beings on the battlefield of deathly demigods all lost focus for a moment.
Even as top existences in the prime material world, they felt an overwhelming pressure like a tsunami facing Garon, feeling utterly outmatched despite all being demigods.
"As a true dragon, you worship a foreign deity."
"Your faith needs correction."
The undead dragon was a type of true dragon, summoned by the necromancer Harlis in their battle.
Looking at the undead dragon, a follower of the death god, Garon's gaze sharpened.
Temporal Blast!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The force of time tore through the orderly flowing river of time, exploding into chaotic temporal rifts centered around the undead dragon's body, the tumultuous waters of time suddenly striking the undead dragon.
The undead dragon howled.
It reacted swiftly, its body blasted into sections even as it quickly darted out of the area of the Temporal Blast.
The remnants, each a separate new undead dragon, regrouped in the distance, though it was smaller, its aura and spirit significantly diminished, rapidly recovering under the empowerment of deathly forces.
"What kind of dragon are you to wield the power of the river of time?"
The undead dragon, visibly wary and even fearful, spoke.
The undead dragon was the strongest demigod there.
But it was shattered by a single strike from Garon, despite its full attention and preparation.
As a fellow true dragon, the undead dragon knew Garon was also of their kin.
But it didn't understand exactly what kind of dragon Garon was.
In this timeline, there were no records of time dragons or any legendary dragon species, so they were unaware of the existence of time dragons.
Garon didn't answer the enemy's question.
"Forsake your faith in the death god, and in consideration of our shared lineage, I can spare your life."
The silver dragon ignored the deathly forces around him, speaking as if he were in a place devoid of enemies.
At the same time.
Just as the silver dragon's back was revealed, space silently cracked open.
A muscular demon wolf with crimson eyes and a body surrounded by a gray misty haze stepped forth.
It opened its maw, emitting a highly corrosive breath laden with terrifying toxicity, falling upon the silver dragon's scales, eating through them with a sizzling sound, eroding towards the flesh.
But this scene didn't unfold in reality.
The world collapsed and contracted, ultimately being absorbed into the depths of the silver dragon's pupils.
The mountain-like silver dragon moved as he spoke, his vast dragon claw striking at a point in space.
The death demon wolf, which had just broken through space, saw the claw covering all its vision, its pupils shrinking as it
hastily tried to dodge, but the surrounding space had already been locked by Garon's Dimensional Anchor.
Just as it broke the Dimensional Anchor, the dragon claw was already roaring towards it.
The death demon wolf, only two meters in length, was like an ant in Garon's gigantic claw, crushed into a wriggling mass of flesh the moment it was grasped, destroyed by the omnipresent colossal force and the power of the Claw of Temporal Fracture.
"Jumping clown."
The force of time extended, effortlessly sealing the incapacitated death demon wolf in amber of time.
Garon spread his dragon claw, simultaneously opening a dimensional space, tossing the sealed death demon wolf inside.
All this happened in an instant.
A demigod of the legion of death, one who had destroyed several floating cities, was casually captured alive; this calm yet shocking scene unfolded.
Even more frighteningly.
"Inside this dimensional space, it seems there are many of those time-crystal ambers."
Karsus's throat moved.
His gaze pierced the fleeting crack opened by the dimensional space, vaguely seeing about a dozen ambers of time.
Inside the ambers, mainly beautiful, handsome elves with expressions of anger, fear, and reluctance were sealed.
"Could it be that they're all demigods?"
Karsus was filled with wild thoughts.
Not just he saw the numerous ambers of time within the dimensional space.
Similarly demigod beings, in that fleeting glimpse, confirmed that all sealed in the ambers were demigod creatures.
Beings of their own level, yet displayed like exhibition pieces in storage.
The godly messengers of the Heart of Incantation silently distanced themselves from this suddenly emerged ally.
The demigods of the legion of death became extremely tense.
Capturing and sealing a demigod alive, compared to killing one outright, indicated a vast disparity in strength; otherwise, it wouldn't be possible to capture a peer alive.
"Ah, you've noticed."
The silver dragon closed the dimensional space, his gaze casually yet interestedly sweeping over the remaining deathly demigods.
"I have an idea to collect enough demigods and then open a demigod exhibition."
The silver dragon stroked his chin, speaking calmly: "It's just that my collection is too small now. Can you help me achieve this goal? I would be deeply grateful."
As he spoke.
A dragon scale from Garon transformed into a small, exquisite mirror and flew out.
The mirror's reflection showed the death knight's form, then, amidst fluctuations of the force of time, another death knight stepped out from the river of time of the past.
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