It seemed as if a silver mountain range spanned the horizon.
A silver dragon, enormous enough to eclipse the sun, inhaled and exhaled like thunderous roars. Now, it looked down with an indifferent gaze at a group of wind mages, as if observing a bunch of insects attempting to shake a mighty tree.
"It appears, sir, that you refuse to heed warnings and intend to force your way through," one of the demigod wind mages said calmly, looking up at the silver dragon.
The towering presence of Garon, though majestic, did not intimidate those who had reached the demigod and legendary tiers of magic; not one of them was easily frightened. Facing him one-on-one might be impossible, but with three demigod mages and hundreds of legendary mages here, they did not feel at a disadvantage.
As they spoke, the wind mages began constructing their spells.
Garon turned to the eager iridescent dragon beside him and said calmly, "Isaac, step back for a few minutes, leave this to me."
"Perfect, I've been wanting to stretch my long-resting body," the iridescent dragon replied obediently, stepping aside.
Isaac, having faced Garon before, understood the profound strength of this dragon of time, far beyond what any demigod creature could encapsulate.
Meanwhile, whether it was a whispering breeze or a raging hurricane, endless winds gathered at that moment, swirling around each mage, infusing them with power.
Instantly, the mages transformed, adopting the visage of elemental beings made of wind.
Elemental form, a skill known to all mages beyond the legendary level of fire and wind, allowed them to better manipulate the elements. Because their physical forms had changed, they were immune to most physical attacks, gained tremendous strength and regenerative abilities, and could inflict double damage on opposing elements while also taking increased damage from them.
However, wind had no complete elemental opposition.
At that moment, in Garon's field of view appeared three towering figures, each a hundred meters tall, made up of hurricanes, and hundreds of other large humanoid figures ranging in height.
Compared to the colossal Garon, they were still not on the same level; their sizes were not comparable.
"Even as demigods, let us see where your arrogance comes from," one elemental form demigod wind mage stared at Garon.
Raising his arm, he swung it towards the silver giant, effortlessly summoning a kilometer-wide, razor-sharp blade of wind that screeched towards Garon.
Garon chuckled.
With a swipe of his dragon claw, the enormous physical blade of wind shattered instantly into countless dissipating fragments.
At the same time.
The other wind mages also constructed their spells.
Tornadoes rose from the ground like tangible blades of wind, wind spears and bullets rained from the sky, and winds carrying poison, paralysis, or stun effects surged in shockwaves. Countless wind spells at that moment converged into a tidal wave, sweeping towards the god-sized Garon.
Because it was a surrounding formation.
The ferocious spells of the wind mages nearly covered every possible escape route, filling every inch of space.
On the other side.
The besieged dragon remained calm, suddenly spreading his wings wide.
In an instant, terrifying cold burst forth from the center of the silver beast, freezing the air into inches of frost, extending outward like a white barrier.
The all-encompassing wind was frozen by Garon's ancient dragon-like frost power.
The surging cold wave, mercilessly rolling on.
After fending off the spells from all sides, he had nearly exhausted his strength.
The heavens seemed frozen too.
Through layers of ice, one could faintly see the outline of the dragon's immense body, still menacing under the ice.
The next moment.
Boom, boom, boom! The deafening sound of explosions rang out.
Flames ignited across the dragon's body, melting the ice while forcibly colliding with a nearby wind mage.
Garon had not directly used his time-based abilities.
He was trying out the fire magic secrets he had studied recently.
Opposite, the elemental form demigod wind mage's pupils reflected the terrifying beast breaking through the ice, its body enshrouded in raging flames, looking like a meteoric dragon. His breathing stalled, and his body stiffened, especially given the dragon's incredible speed.
Despite its immense body, the fluidity and agility of its movements were astonishing.
Just regaining his senses, the elemental form demigod wind mage found Garon only a few hundred meters away, practically within reach.
Garon lowered his head.
Simultaneously, the rolling flames seemed to come alive, continually gathering above his head, forming several uneven, fierce fire horns.
Boom!
The fire dragon smashed through layers of magical barriers, the horns piercing through the chest of the elemental form demigod wind mage with ease
, tearing it apart, then grinding it into wisps of broken breeze.
Like a large cat striking a small bird, the opponent had no chance to resist.
Garon's momentum didn't decrease.
His dragon wings maneuvered, and his body spun, dispersing all nearby legendary level elemental form wind mages.
Some wind mages controlled the fierce winds to retreat continuously, trying to avoid the onslaught, but they couldn't match the rampaging dragon's speed and were easily caught.
Throughout this process, the other wind mages did not stop their magical assaults on Garon.
However, their spells, after penetrating the fire's outer layer and falling on the timeless barrier, could only leave fine ripples, unable to break through.
Facing an opponent of such magnitude, Garon considered true victory to be unscathed.
Bang!
As he neared the ground, the dragon's wings violently flapped, exploding the flames swirling between them.
The powerful rebound neutralized the body's inertia, and with incredible agility, he reversed direction.
Turning his head towards the direction he had come from, he exhaled a breath of terrifyingly hot flames that melted space, enveloping the reformed but weakened forms of the wind mages.
Screams of agony rose from the sea of fire.
Under the assault of the flames, the elemental form wind mages melted like candles, their life essences flickering like dying flames.
"Wow, that's fierce,"
"It hasn't been long since he learned to control such fierce flames."
"He's learning spells almost as fast as I am."
The iridescent dragon, who had withdrawn from the battle to watch, cheered for Garon while casually praising himself.
In the battlefield.
From counterattack to turning all wind mages in one direction to ashes, it took only a few breaths, everything as swift as lightning.
The remaining wind mages had just come to their senses.
They were terrified to find that nearly a quarter of their comrades were already gone.
"Everyone, synchronize your casting!"
"Let's unite and defeat this dragon!"
"Praise the ancient glory of the sky."
No longer underestimating their enemy, the remaining two demigod wind mages led the others. Their blood boiled, and their magic pumped at a unified rate, quickly gathering together.
Unlike the disjointed crowd on Dawn Island,
These at least legendary level mages were adept at synchronized casting, handling it with ease.
Garon narrowed his eyes, watching the wind mages begin their synchronized casting, and targeted a leading demigod wind mage. With a flick of his tail and a flap of his wings, his body surged forward like a silver fire waterfall.
As he approached his target,
The synchronized magic also constructed a spell.
Blade of the Rift.
A fundamental spell for legendary wind mages, capable of creating a massive wind blade from the sky, strong enough to slice through mountains and rivers.
At that moment.
After synchronization by two demigods and over a hundred legendary mages, the Blade of the Rift appeared in Garon's view.
Within his sight, the entire dim sky seemed to have split open.
A massive, world-splitting blade of wind descended like divine punishment, cleaving down towards Garon, splitting space where it passed, with storms and thunders naturally occurring.
This scene sparked Garon's memory.
It was similarly massive, similarly tearing through the sky, and similarly falling from above—the scene resembled the time Garon was attacked by a deity.
However.
The difference was that Garon's strength was no longer what it once was, and the synchronized spell's Blade of the Rift could not compare to the mighty force of a deity.
"Die, foolish dragon."
The nearly magic-draining synchronized strike drained the mages, their faces pale and their breaths falling sharply, but they still shouted at Garon as if victory was assured.
On the other side.
Isaac sensed the power of the Blade of the Rift, his expression changing slightly, feeling the overwhelming pressure, knowing Garon would feel even greater pressure.
The iridescent dragon prepared defensive spells, ready to bolster Garon if necessary.
At the same time.
The flames rolling across the god-sized Garon's body suddenly dissipated, revealing shimmering silver dragon scales and rings of black scales wrapped around his body.
The enormous dragon stood upright, wings beating, hovering in the heavens.
Looking up at the powerful Blade of the Rift falling down, the dragon's facial armor showed no fear, calm as the surface of a tranquil lake.
Time power burgeoned, assisting between the dragon's claws.
Taking a deep breath, Garon's hind limbs stepped on the void, his tail tensed, and his forelimbs reached out, facing the blade much larger than his own body.
"I am a tidal wave that can sweep across the mortal realm!"
In a roar deep as thunder, the dragon's forelimbs suddenly clasped together, catching the sharp blade that seemed capable of tearing the heavens and the earth.
Boom!
A circular shockwave burst
from the point of contact.
Garon's body plummeted down until his strong hind limbs touched the ground, and around the mountain-like dragon body, web-like fissures spread far and wide, extending into the distance. Amidst the quake-like rumblings, swathes of forests and hills collapsed and broke apart.
His falling body abruptly halted.
Resisting the heavenly Blade of the Rift, Garon raised his head, showing a slightly fierce smile to the wind mages whose expressions had changed.
"Do you really think you can kill me!"
Standing upright, the silver dragon's arms tensed, the claws of temporal fracture sizzled at contact with the Blade of the Rift, surrounded by deep spatial fissures and crackling black thunder.
Simultaneously.
Garon's gaze sharpened.
Time Split!
Time power flowed like water, tracing up along the blade's edge.
Crack, crack—a series of mirror-breaking marks appeared on the massive, world-splitting blade of wind.
Raising his right claw, he heavily slapped the blade.
Bang!
Like a tower of blocks, the massive Blade of the Rift began to shatter from the bottom up, breaking into countless mirror-like fragments that flew dangerously through the air, landing all around and leaving the already ravaged land even more battered.
"How, how is this possible?"
"How can an individual's power match synchronized casting!"
Watching the imposing dragon in their field of view, the wind mages turned pale, finally sensing extreme danger.
"Let's go, dealing with this dragon requires at least ten demigods."
One demigod wind mage whispered lowly.
A deep sense of powerlessness permeated their hearts.
"How can such a monster exist in the material world?"
"I've never heard of such a demigod dragon; it's been hidden too well."
Seeing the situation turn dire, the wind mages immediately turned to flee toward other military encampments of wind mages.
"Think you can offend me and run?"
Garon grinned.
In an instant.
Centered around the dragon's body, all things ceased to flow.
Flying dust, roaring winds, scorching ashes, and airborne debris all froze in place.
The poorly conditioned wind mages, including the demigod mages, were unable to resist the domain of time stop, let alone the legendary wind mages far inferior to Garon. At this moment, all wind mages in Garon's view were frozen in place, like lambs to the slaughter.
The legendary wind mages were still okay, unclear about what was happening.
But the demigods' minds were still active even in frozen time.
However, with their bodies restricted and lacking the strength to resist time power, their hearts were even more uneasy, fearful of the power Garon possessed.
"If I were to create a time stop of this scale, I'd probably need to exhaust all my magic and light."
"And I might not even succeed."
The unstopped iridescent dragon showed a look of envy.
Through the speed of light, he could also create a time stop area.
However, with effects far inferior to Garon's and consumption several times larger, it was inefficient.
But Isaac didn't feel too regretful or disappointed, after all, the majesty of time belonged to the time dragons, not the iridescent dragons, whose power of light was the authority he needed to master deeply.
Immediately.
Garon used the Time Amber Seal Technique to seal the group of wind mages and handed them to Isaac.
Isaac blinked in surprise.
"For me?"
Garon nodded calmly, "Do with them as you will."
Carrying these wind mages through the time portal was too consuming, so Garon was unwilling to take them with him; his current captives were already numerous, including real demi-gods and deities, and he looked down on these wind mages.
"Thank you, big brother!"
"From now on, you are my brother from another father, only less handsome than me!"
Isaac was deeply moved.
Living demigod and legendary creatures, each of immense value.
Immediately, the two dragons set off again.
Since there were many military encampments along the way, and Garon, having satisfied his battle urge, did not want to entangle with them, he directly used time teleportation with the imperial capital as the anchor point.
He hadn't gone directly to the imperial capital before because he wanted to see the current situation of the main star, hence he chose to start from Dawn Island and fly towards the imperial capital.
In the ripples of the river of time, the bodies of the two dragons disappeared.
Just after they left, due to the commotion from the battle, spellcasters arrived. Looking at the traces left on the ground and space around, their expressions were extremely solemn.
Time passed quietly.
In the Empire of Alphatia, on the main star, in the imperial capital.
What was once a bustling and prosperous capital was now a ruin.
The countless grand buildings, fortresses,
towers, and skyscrapers of the imperial capital had all been turned into rubble by flames and winds, with broken traces everywhere, hard to see a single intact structure.
In the early stages of the internal war,
Emperor Alphax signed a decree declaring that the wind mages were no longer under the protection of the empire. Immediately, the wind mages in the capital staged a large-scale protest, which was directly suppressed by the fire mage army.
At first, many wind mages were loyal to Alphax and believed in the empire, so they did not resist.
But during the suppression, some fire mages were too harsh and acted with personal bias, indirectly leading to the deaths of many wind mages.
Because of the decree, the fire mages were not punished.
This made the already aggrieved and angry wind mages explode in rage.
Protest?
They chose rebellion!
Feeling betrayed by the emperor and abandoned by the empire, the wind mages hated the emperor intensely. Then, led by one supreme wind mage after another who vowed to exterminate the foolish Emperor Alphax, war broke out in the imperial capital.
As if it was destined, the war spread incredibly fast, with wind mages and fire mages being drawn in every second, turning the entire capital into a battlefield instantly.
The capital had the Flame Light Tower, the individually powerful Emperor Alphax, and many royal loyalist guards.
Therefore.
The wind mages who initiated the rebellion in the capital were not opponents, either dead or fleeing, leaving the capital and merging with the wind mage armies outside, uniting from outside to besiege the capital, continuously pressuring the fire mages and Emperor Alphax inside.
As one satellite world after another fell and the wind mages gained the upper hand,
Even if the capital was impregnable, it absolutely couldn't withstand the inevitable outcome.
In such circumstances.
Inside the capital, at the Flame Light Tower.
A number of fire mages, now realizing the strength of the ancient wind mages and regretting persecuting the wind mages with the emperor's support, gathered around the Flame Light Tower under the leadership of the supreme mage.
They no longer wished to fight.
In a disadvantageous position, the fire mages wanted to negotiate peace.
But peace required sufficient sincerity.
Looking up at the towering, majestic Flame Light Tower, still grand and tall even in a city like doomsday ruins,
After a moment of silence, the supreme fire mages said gravely, "Emperor Alphax, for the continuation of the empire, to end this apocalyptic internal calamity, please, please go to your death for the empire!"
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