Dragonlord's Breath!
A special golden flame, semi-gaseous and semi-liquid, lunged toward the silver-haired girl. Although she was slightly surprised, the movements of her hands were not slow in the slightest.
Chaos Storm, intercept!
Two masses of high-temperature fireballs detonated, whipping up shockwaves that tilted the entire stone pillar plaza, while the lightning grew increasingly intense. Flames were even igniting upon the caster's own body; one could imagine how terrifying the heat was.
This also confirmed the philosophy of both sides: disregard defense and attack with full force.
To avoid the native fire abilities of the Lands Between being neutralized by the Dragonlord, Frieren chose the fire of the Witch of Izalith, which possessed the Demon attribute.
She made the right choice, for the Dragonlord's fire possessed extreme suppressive force.
Divinity?
It was very faint, but Frieren still detected it—the trace of a blessing from a distant god who had long since departed. Flames that had been blessed were indeed powerful, and combined with Placidusax's own strength, they were even more terrifying.
Even though an unknown amount of time had passed, the blessing of the former Dragon God still remained upon her consort.
So, did she still need to overestimate Godfrey's blessing?
Just as she was pondering, a tail swipe suddenly swept across horizontally, kicking up sand and dust from the ground with unstoppable momentum, fast as lightning.
Frieren did not clash head-on. While jumping up with Gravity Magic, she condensed a purple-white bow and arrow in her hand. It was a move once displayed by Starscourge Radahn: a rain of gravity arrows falling down.
A sudden downpour smashed toward the target.
However, the Dragonlord merely turned his body, slightly tensed his muscles to tighten his scales, and blocked them all. Only a series of crackling collisions could be heard, yet they had no effect.
Too hard. Even with stacked gravity, it couldn't harm him in the slightest.
She had already tried to overestimate the strongest scales as much as possible, but she didn't expect them to be even a cut above that. Using this as a probe was somewhat of a waste.
"With just these tricks of yours, it is not enough, Soul Cinder King."
Responding to his shout were two God-Slaying weapons: the Prince of Death's Staff and the Dark Moon Greatsword. Both had reached the highest level of reinforcement, faintly entwined with the power of space-time, sufficient to tear through the scales of the strongest Ancient Dragon.
Unfortunately, Lusat's Glintstone Staff could no longer cope with high-end matches, so she simply returned to a configuration of sword and magic.
Placidusax's brow furrowed slightly.
How could the knowledgeable First Elden Lord not recognize them? Indeed, he had never seen them before. Weapons with max-level reinforcement had never appeared in the Lands Between, but it was different now. His opponent displayed them plainly, wielding two in one breath.
"Even I once doubted whether God-Slaying weapons truly existed. To think you actually achieved it... but are you worthy of them? Soul Cinder King."
"Hewg—this is the name of the premier smith of the Lands Between. Remember it well."
Moonlight Wave!
For the first time since the battle began, the Dragonlord actively dodged an attack. The frost sword-energy swept past his side, crashing into and severing a stone pillar.
She hadn't expected that despite such a massive frame, he moved as fast as a fleeing hare.
However, his reaction proved that the attack power of the highest-tier weapons was enough to be regarded as a threat.
Moreover, the Ash of War of the Dark Moon Greatsword had been amplified by the Shard of Alexander. It was a "blessing" unique to the strongest Warrior Jar of the Lands Between, fighting side-by-side with Frieren; of course, it could wound the Dragonlord.
The prerequisite was landing a hit.
At this moment, wisps of red lightning emerged from Placidusax's hands and feet, and his speed grew faster and faster. He was going to fight agilely; facing a mage at the level of a Lord, he could not be careless.
Sorcery: Shard Spiral and Incantation: Pest Threads tracked the target together, yet he exhaled a stream of dragon flame, burning them all to nothingness.
What a fast interception; he precisely captured the path of the magic.
Although the Dragonlord was not famous for magic, he was knowledgeable and experienced. He had seen almost all the magic in the Lands Between, and could at least calculate a thing or two; countering it was not difficult.
It made sense that ordinary long-range magic wouldn't work, so she immediately changed her spell.
Sorcery: Founding Rain of Stars!
The top-tier Glintstone sorcery descended from the heavens, cutting into the Dragonlord's scales with crackling sounds. Even he felt a trace of pain. Who would have thought? After so many years, there was actually someone using God-Slaying weapons to inflict pain upon him.
Courtesy demands reciprocity; there was no need to hold back.
In the next moment, a red Lightning Spear smashed into the ground, rippling with thunder, forcing the silver-haired girl to jump up and pull open a distance.
Theoretically, flying up to dodge would save more energy, but the opponent was definitely waiting for her to rashly take flight.
The two sides bombarded each other with Glintstone magic and Ancient Dragons' Lightning Strikes. Thunder rumbled in the air, and shockwaves swept in all directions. The cloud layers dispersed, the plaza cracked, and their eardrums gradually began to bleed.
The vibration itself was impacting their internal organs, leaving hidden injuries.
If not for the fact that the physiques of both Frieren and Placidusax had reached the world's peak, the victor would have been decided long ago; the hidden injuries alone would have eliminated the weak.
Still not enough.
Even though they had inflicted considerable injuries on each other, both sides coincidentally vetoed the current tactics. It wouldn't work.
The enemy was much tougher than imagined; the hitherto successful Ancient Dragons' Lightning Strike and legendary sorceries were yielding very little effect. They had to try new powers, performing on the spot; otherwise, dragging it out like this would never reveal a breaking point, rendering it meaningless.
With this thought in mind, both sides coincidentally pulled apart to adjust their breathing.
The Dragonlord held his head high and chest out, his muscles expanding until his body size swelled by a circle, sweeping away the dilapidated feeling of old age.
Lightning and fire were tempered to the extreme within his chest.
Frieren, however, fell silent.
Regarding legendary Sorceries and Incantations, she had actually collected them all. There was only one, picked up in the Deeproot Depths, that she hadn't used yet. It was automatically looted when passing by; the difficulty was very high, and previous tests had been unsuccessful.
Logically speaking, with the Erdtree currently burning, there was even less need to use it, but intuition told Frieren she should be bold in her verification.
Its status was extremely high, which was why it was difficult to master, just as the description stated:
[It is said that this is the oldest Incantation of the Erdtree, one of the "legendary Incantations." It can form countless golden shooting stars that attack the surroundings.]
[In the past, the Greater Will sent a golden star bearing a beast into the Lands Between—]
[It is said that this later became the Elden Ring.]
Roar!
The Dragonlord's roar echoed in all directions, as if urging Frieren. At the same time, a torrent of fire and lightning sped toward her, unstoppable, like an Ancient Dragon version of Comet Azur.
However, Frieren did not confront it head-on. Instead, she raised Sorcery: Eternal Darkness combined with Gravity Magic to forcibly deflect it.
She even had to add Ash of War: Thops's Barrier to barely support it without collapsing.
"Jack of all trades, master of none. Is that all?"
Before the Dragonlord could move to pursue his victory, he saw a golden shooting star rise, quickly splitting into more shooting stars to guard Frieren. How was this possible? Multi-casting, and carrying such a high-status legendary magic... could it be...
A smear of golden meteor wiped out his attack in coordination with the magic just now. At the same time, the silver-haired girl's expression became increasingly relaxed, high-spirited and vigorous.
"I never realized it in the Lands Between because it requires the mana of the ancient era to comprehend."
"I have mastered all legendary Sorceries and Incantations."
"Incantation: Elden Stars!"
Frieren spread open her arms, a totem emerging in the center. Brilliant and magnificent golden shooting stars tore through the sky, even cutting spatial rifts within their trajectory, reborn under the support of the most colossal mana in the world.
The dust-laden, oldest Incantation revived, releasing the power that symbolized the supreme rule.
Whoosh!
The golden Elden Stars crossed the distance to the Dragonlord at an unexpected speed. Even he had never seen such a move, and was horrified in his heart.
He could understand the appearance of an Incantation symbolizing the rules, but on what basis did Frieren master it?
He could no longer care about complaining. Due to his massive size, Placidusax's dodge was ultimately a beat too slow. The first shooting star hit his heart, actually causing him to pause slightly, and as a result, more shooting stars surrounded him.
Golden flowing light encircled the Dragonlord, stripping away his scales.
Beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of Frieren, who was casting with full force, but the effect was very good; the power was climbing steadily.
Crack, crack!
Sure enough, following the joints of the scales, it continuously created wounds. For the first time since the battle began, Placidusax bled.
Worthy of being called the oldest Erdtree Incantation—but why did it have such great power even while the tree was burning? The key lay not in the symbol, but in the Elden Ring. It was the absolute majority of Great Runes within her body resonating.
She didn't actively utilize the Great Runes, but the Great Runes amplified the Elden Stars.
Her intuition was right. With this, she would press on to victory.
The silver-haired girl further increased her output. The brilliant golden light was like falling rain obscuring the skyline, erecting a canopy with her at the center, descending upon the Dragonlord like the unstoppable power of judgment.
Wherever it went, magic-reinforced flesh tore apart, scale fragments flew, and the plaza was smashed into potholes; even the space became unstable.
The time-space rift, solidified and reinforced by eons of time, was trembling.
It no longer mattered what Elden Stars was supposed to look like; under Frieren's sublimation, it had reached a brand-new realm.
"You're still lacking a bit!"
Placidusax, bathed in the bombardment of the Incantation, straightened his body and roared fiercely, releasing his might.
Rushing thunder bloomed, illuminating the vast sky. Firelight simultaneously rose from the ground; the scorching dust of the explosion clouds swept in all directions. While neutralizing the Elden Stars, it hit Frieren directly. Instantly, her body was paralyzed, her skin scalded, and the blood within her body felt as if it were evaporating and being drained of moisture.
She hurriedly stacked reinforcement buffs to prevent the injury from expanding and affecting her performance.
Coming back to her senses, the entire plaza had turned into a magma pool. Red thunder flowed through the air. This place was the size of a city, yet it had disintegrated in an instant.
Not to mention that the distant cloud layers had also cracked open.
The might of the Dragonlord's single strike was enough to demolish a large castle into powder. And this was just the central output damage; who knew how far the peripheral aftershocks had spread? It was a destructive power capable of altering landscapes, just like Frieren.
He was not satisfied with breaking the siege of Elden Stars; in a flash, he flapped his wings and soared high, straight into the vast sky.
So fast!
Frieren's gaze flickered. As expected, Ancient Dragons were the overlords of the sky; their flying speed was no less than gravity.
Ordinary long-range attacks couldn't even catch up, so she had to pursue.
A purple-white meteor trail also rose from the ground.
The two sides unfolded a bombardment in the air. Everywhere they passed was filled with exploding fireballs. The shockwaves alone tore the stone pillars on the plaza into scattered pieces; looking down from above, it was a mess.
Clearly, both were injured, yet their speeds climbed higher and higher, the slaughter growing more intense, entering the finest state.
They had each found means to tangibly hurt the other. So now, the contest was no longer about seeing moves and dismantling them, but about lethality and the ability to withstand blows. The battle would shift into a cruel segment of flying flesh and blood, seeing who could hold out longer.
In a battle at their level—the level of an Elden Lord—there was no lack of destructive power. It depended on who could reasonably match their skills to deal damage with leverage.
To determine the superior one.
In the instant their gazes met, attacks rose again. The first to make a move was the Dragonlord; the lightning surrounding his body transformed into spears that tracked her.
Unexpectedly, the phantom of a white dragon suddenly appeared before him.
Incantation: Greyoll's Roar!
The legendary Dragon Communion Incantation activated. The sound waves interrupted the lightning, and at the same time, Dragonmaw followed close behind, biting firmly onto Placidusax's wing, causing his movements to stagnate instantly. This was exactly the opportunity Frieren wanted.
She leaped along with the phantom, a Dragonwound Slash striking directly at the Dragonlord's left head, forcing him to subconsciously avoid it.
Immediately after, she raised the Dark Moon Greatsword with both hands—
Ash of War: Lion's Claw!
Urging the might of the God-Slaying weapon under the condition of full-body gravitational acceleration, the caught-off-guard Dragonlord could not help but roar in pain. Fresh blood splattered, and frost spread rapidly along his blood vessels.
Smack!
However, he also grabbed Frieren's petite body and slammed her fiercely onto the cloud layer.
Instantly, intense pain came from her internal organs amidst the impact. If not for activating the First Flame reinforcement in advance, she would likely have been heavily injured. Before she could react, crackling sounds rang out around them; it was unprecedented fragmentation. The time-space rift was gradually dissolving.
The Dragonlord still did not defend. Roaring, he pinned the silver-haired girl and ground her against the edge of the solidified space-time, ripping open a gash.
"You think this can suppress me?"
Before his voice had faded, an instant-cast Sunlight Spear pierced through his palm. At this moment, Frieren managed to break free, pulling open a distance of hundreds of meters in a spatial teleportation.
This Sunlight Spear not only penetrated the Dragonlord's palm but also stuck into his upper arm; the blood had already coagulated.
Without changing his expression, he grasped the long spear fixed by the power of space-time, gently crushed it, and even rubbed the spot. Both sides possessed space-time attributes; it was not that easy to attack, let alone with a version that wasn't charged and amplified.
Fighting against Placidusax, there was no opportunity to charge a complete Sunlight Spear.
But there was still a way.
Above the canopy of the sky, spatial vortexes emerged one by one, spewing out countless meteorites, whistling as they blocked the Dragonlord.
However, he practically ignored them and flew toward Frieren.
The silver-haired girl showed no sign of weakness—or rather, it suited her just fine. She raised the Dark Moon Greatsword to intercept. Dragonwound Slash, Moonlight Wave, and others emerged in an endless stream; her sword skills reached the peak of perfection.
The Dragonlord responded with a Lightning Blade. At zero distance, they fought along the edge of the time-space rift.
As both sides continuously increased their output, crackling sounds filled their ears. Even they didn't notice that the time-space coagulation was broken. The phantom of the plaza was projected above the Sky City, witnessed by all; everyone could feel the terrifying auras colliding.
"It's His Majesty!"
The Ancient Dragons were the first to discover the figure of the two-headed Dragonlord. He was actually covered in blood, injuries just sustained.
On the ground, Ranni and Melina also discovered Frieren.
There was actually someone in the world who could fight to the death against the Ancient Dragon Lord in his aerial home field. It was simply a monstrous physique; the vitality contained within was unimaginable. She even gained the upper hand with her martial arts, conversely inflicting more damage on Placidusax.
"As expected of the Hero who defeated me." Alexander laughed heartily.
He could feel the Shard of Alexander taking effect; it counted as him helping Frieren, witnessing this battle of the ages between Kings.
"Truly a terrifying sight."
Bernahl, resting in a certain ruin, gazed into the distance and murmured, involuntarily gripping the Devourer's Scepter tighter.
Of course, he hoped Frieren would win the victory, but he also hoped she wouldn't have the strength left to fight for Destined Death. After all, that Black Blade was very dangerous, and the aura from the direction of the temple was extremely jubilant right now.
"Good. You two just fight until both sides are wounded."
Maliketh felt his luck was too good; it must be the blessing of the Eternal Goddess.
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