Boom!
Suddenly, Frieren slammed an Ash of War: Lion's Claw onto Placidusax's forehead, causing his massive body to sway in the air, lose its balance, and crash through the edge of the frozen space-time.
She didn't have it easy either; almost simultaneously, another dragon head spewed out Dragon Breath, inflicting super-high temperature burns.
Both sides fell into the Sky City together.
At this moment, everyone finally saw the battle situation clearly. One was bathed in blood with a significant portion of scales peeled off; the other was scalded, with arcs of electricity lingering around her, hardly a patch of intact skin to be found. Yet, despite their appearances being this miserable, their vitality responses remained strong.
Truly monsters.
No one present had the confidence to match even half the physique of either King; it was simply inconceivable, they were too durable.
To be able to maintain a 'damage sponge' performance while outputting damage at the level of an Elden Lord showed just how terrifying they were.
This was the gold standard of high-end matchmaking.
In the next moment, the two separated amidst dripping blood but remained restless. As they pulled apart, an Incantation: Ancient Dragons' Lightning Strike clashed against a blue comet. The two forces annihilated and canceled each other out, dyeing the sky in a blend of red and blue.
The continuous high-frequency offense left Frieren gasping for breath.
Unlike her last life-or-death battle with the King of Promise, this was a combat between equals, exerting the limit of her current Astrologer account.
Without transitioning phases, her current stats were the limit, and she was only slightly surpassing the Dragonlord.
Heavily injured?
His performance was not weak in the slightest.
There were plenty of disabled powerhouses in the Lands Between, and those with negative statuses were too numerous to count. But judging that the 'opponent has become weaker' based on this would be an unwise move. The current Dragonlord was instead re-tempering his skills through battle, returning to his peak.
Placidusax actively unloaded his burden and stopped maintaining the time-space rift; the plaza on the other end shattered in response.
Having lost his stabilizing effect, the Sky City itself began to shake violently.
Rumble!
People could hardly help but guess: if the battle continued, would Farum Azula crash? They saw Florisaxx and Lansseax already taking the initiative to cast spells to maintain stability.
Their power barely kept the space-time frozen; otherwise, the Sky City would fall in minutes.
"What are you staring for? Hurry up and help."
After Lansseax looked around, the Ancient Dragons cast spells in coordination one after another. Only then did the earthquake subside, but it was obvious the buildings were becoming more dilapidated.
It was just an emergency measure. What would happen when the winner was decided?
If Placidusax lost to Frieren, the Sky City, which relied mainly on his power for maintenance, would collapse directly. Conversely, if he won, he would surely be heavily injured and lack the strength.
A dilemma.
The choice for the new era of the Ancient Dragon race had already begun; hesitation was not an option.
Florisaxx murmured:
"Get ready. We will probably have to say goodbye to Farum Azula. If the old does not go, the new cannot come. We must take this step eventually. That everyone is still alive is the tinder of the dynasty."
As the High Priestess who had been stationed in the Land of Shadow for years, she had long been mentally prepared, and the other Ancient Dragons had to admit it too.
Of course, the prerequisite for everything depended on the battle results of the Kings:
Both sides engaged in a zero-distance, ultra-high-speed slaughter around the edge of the frozen space-time. They no longer used long-range means, but adopted a style of hacking and killing where flesh and blood flew. Weapon Skill: Moonlight Greatsword and Incantation: Dragonclaw greeted each other; every strike could easily tear apart fortress gates, leaving scars on space itself that were difficult to heal.
They circled in flight, sometimes soaring into the highest heavens, sometimes plunging into the abyss, their speed shockingly fast.
They were actually still getting stronger!
From the start of the battle until now, the Dragonlord seemed to have retrieved his familiar combat instincts, becoming sharper and sharper. The injuries seemed unable to affect his performance.
Frieren's aura was likewise becoming more condensed; she was actually recovering from those hidden injuries.
She clearly hadn't used healing magic; her body was growing under high pressure, incidentally offsetting the trauma from lightning and fire.
Bang!
The giant rock blade slapped the Dragonlord's head once again. He tried to repeat his old trick, preparing to tear and bite with his other head, but the result was immediately another slap from the rock blade that made him see stars and his body sway.
No, Frieren had switched to dual greatswords at some point.
The King of Promise's weapons had been reinforced to a degree second only to God-Slaying weapons, but the damage was still not potent enough, so she mainly used them to inflict stance-breaking.
A golden shadow of Frieren appeared in the sky, slashing continuously with lightning speed.
Lightspeed Slash!
Faster than the King of Promise, with more clones, and the beams of light brought up by every strike were denser. Even the Dragonlord's body became somewhat sluggish under such a continuous fierce assault, and he couldn't help but groan and fall downward a distance.
The silver-haired girl didn't let the opportunity pass and instantly turned into a meteor.
Using her main body as the gravity point, she summoned a colossal rock from beyond the sky, even more massive than the one during the Spiral Tower War. Shadows projected in all directions; there was absolutely no possibility of dodging. Following Frieren's pursuit, it crashed onto Placidusax with a boom.
An explosion mixed with gold echoed through the entire city. Dust rose everywhere, and the shockwave turned the peripheral buildings into fine powder.
The strongest strike of Gravity Magic in history!
Set by the Soul Cinder King. One could feel the Dragonlord's aura vanishing for an instant, but still...
A pair of dragon claws forcefully braced against the meteorite.
He actually held it up against this gravity, roaring as he pushed it back in reverse.
Incantation: Frozen Lightning Spear!
Frieren aimed for the moment and stabbed out extreme ice-attribute mana through the meteorite, instantly piercing even the meteorite she had created herself. Unfortunately, the sensation was wrong; it was like hitting empty air. Disappeared?
In the corner of her eye, a bundle of black clouds impressively whistled and spiraled, within which red lightning exploded and brewed destruction.
Placidusax's massive figure was right inside it.
What a Weapon Skill: Thundercloud Form.
It must possess a spatial teleportation effect; otherwise, escaping the meteorite's lock-on couldn't be explained. Relying solely on Gravity Magic made it hard for her to inflict fatal wounds, yet the opponent was guarded against legendary magic...
Just as she was pondering, a thunderbolt flashed from the thundercloud, tracking the silver-haired girl. The latter showed no weakness and unfolded Aspects of the Crucible: Wings.
The enhancement of the brilliant golden wings allowed her flight speed to catch up with the Dragonlord.
At the same time, glintstone circled in orbit to intercept the lightning.
One gold and one black, two contrails rubbed against each other with a rumble above the entire Sky City. It was a skill of the gods; even the Ancient Dragons watched dumbfounded. There was actually someone evenly matching them in the sky battlefield they excelled in most. Too strong. What magical foundation!
No matter what variations the oldest Elden Lord used, what difficult problems he posed, or what style he changed to, he could not suppress Frieren.
She didn't dismantle the moves.
Instead, it was a confrontation of strength against strength. No matter which move you were confident in, I would match it, competing in all aspects.
"Well come!" The Dragonlord laughed heartily. "Soul Cinder King, you will be the number one person for the next ten thousand years. But do not underestimate the Ancient Dragons' dominion over the sky."
Before his voice fell, he suddenly interrupted the transformation. It turned out the thundercloud had concealed a thunderbolt of immense weight. Under his sharp claws, it all fell, slapping ruthlessly onto Frieren. In an instant, all phenomena crumbled.
Something was wrong. Why was it so hard?
The silver-haired girl in front of him suffered heavy damage, but her life aura changed rapidly. This was...
Dragon Communion?
Fortunately, she timely transformed and switched to a Dragon Communion stance, neutralizing a portion of the damage with the same type of lightning. Otherwise, Frieren would have been sent straight to Phase 2 by this hit.
The Dragonlord's Thundercloud Form combined oppressiveness and attack power; its might was greater than imagined.
Soothing Sunlight!
While teleporting to pull open the distance, the silver-haired girl used active healing for the first time since the war began. Her adaptability to healing magic was very strong; instantly, flesh and blood regenerated, wounds stopped bleeding, and she forcibly pulled back a life.
This was an instant Soul of Cinder Incarnation Phase 2.
At the critical moment, Frieren turned it on and then off. Fortunately, she suppressed it with the Great Runes to avoid expanding the burden.
Placidusax watched helplessly as Frieren recovered her state and even drank a Flask of Wondrous Physick to her face. He had the heart to stop her, but the opponent was too agile; rashly pursuing would easily expose openings instead.
The battle might drag on.
The opponent's regeneration ability and endurance exceeded expectations, but he possessed the strongest body in the Lands Between. He could totally look for opportunities within defensive counters...
Suddenly, a massive projection appeared behind Frieren in front of him.
That was a posture familiar beyond compare, broken yet wildly arrogant, not inferior to the Dragonlord's lightning and fire, descending upon the world once again amidst a roar.
It was the Dread Dragon, but not in the broken appearance of defeat. Instead, under the enhancement of the strongest Dragon Communion user, it completed its figure in a projection posture. That terrifying pressure made the Ancient Dragons silent as cicadas in winter.
"...You really ate Bayle!"
While an old enemy's fall certainly made him happy, being used as a weapon to fight him again was truly a bit of an ill-fated connection.
Not only that!
Another shadow of a giant white flying dragon appeared. Then Ancient Dragon Senessax appeared, along with the Dragonkin Soldier of Nokron, and even Magma Wyrms... all bearing their fangs and claws, roaring to the heavens. In the eyes of the Ancient Dragons, it was simply terrifying enough to make one's scalp numb.
One person could devour and digest so many simultaneously and turn them into her own use?
This was the sole example. Only Frieren could use the entire Dragon Communion system simultaneously, like the Worship of the Hundred Dragons. Who was the real King?
"I don't like eating things indiscriminately."
"I just burned them all into my power. It is just suitable to use Dragon Communion to deal with you."
The silver-haired girl's pair of dragon eyes with vertical pupils looked straight at Placidusax, causing the latter's heart to tighten. Don't think about holding back; he would probably have to use his trump card.
Both sides were in a brief standoff adjusting their states, while the Ancient Dragons were left only with shock.
Terrifying.
How many strange things had this guy eaten and drunk? No wonder she could fight a melee battle with His Majesty; purely defying the natural order. Thinking about it carefully, it looked equivalent to an ogre swaggering through the market with the eaten remains still hanging on its body.
The Ancient Dragons couldn't hold it in anymore. They had to admit the Soul Cinder King had rich combat experience; based on the qualifications of devouring the Dread Dragon, even the Dragonlord hadn't achieved that.
On the ground, Ranni glanced meaningfully at Melina.
The look in her eyes seemed to say, 'You spend so much time with her usually, don't you manage her?' However, the latter could only shake her head.
She couldn't manage her at all.
"She has been using the First Flame to neutralize the power of Dragon Communion since a long time ago. She just halted the progress and didn't absorb it when the body's hidden dangers weren't resolved. Now she has achieved mastery. This is a Dragon Communion unprecedented in the history of the Lands Between, with no comers in the future either."
Before her voice fell, the Dread Dragon's Flame Lightning struck toward the Dragonlord. Even he had to flap his wings to dodge.
However, the lightning in the air pursued relentlessly, and fireballs fell like rain, firmly locking onto the largest target. The entire skyline was Frieren's Dragon Communion pursuit magic.
Not only that.
Along with it, Incantation: Rotten Breath, Incantation: Glintstone Breath, and others covered the battlefield in one go.
Once the Dragonlord showed any sign of counterattacking, what awaited him was a multi-attribute carpet bombing that would make him lose his bearings.
He had never seen such a luxurious battle. Leaving aside mana consumption, could it be that the wills of those devoured dragons didn't affect Frieren? Why? Was the digestion thorough enough? Or was her spirit solid as a rock?
Even he himself wouldn't dare to devour dragon species like this.
After several rounds of exchanging blows, Placidusax's injuries accumulated more and more. Gradually, his movements became slow and his perception dull. If this continued and he was caught in an opening, Frieren might suppress him to victory.
No.
Now was not the time to hesitate. Long combat experience allowed the oldest Elden Lord to make a judgment, bathing in lightning to buff himself once again.
"Planning to go all out?" The silver-haired girl raised her brow and heightened her vigilance.
She dared to be certain the enemy still had moves reserved unused.
But looking ahead and behind was not her style; she would fight all the same.
With Bayle's Flame Lightning as the main body, other Dragon Communions coordinated to pursue the Dragonlord. The firmament was dyed with dazzling colors, like an aurora passing through. To the people on the surface of the Lands Between, it looked magnificent and majestic, eliciting exclamations from time to time. Even the army in the Altus Plateau looked sideways at it.
Was that Dragon Communion?
The vague dragon phantoms projected on the cloud layers revealed the answer. It could be called a wonder, but for the Sky City, it was only a fright.
Even powerhouses like Maliketh and Bernahl had to find stable footholds because the city was still collapsing and falling; the two High Priestesses couldn't hold on for too long.
Everyone had to race against time.
"Soul Cinder King, I once comprehended a magic during the Dread Dragon's rebellion that allowed me to achieve victory. You will definitely be interested. Take this."
Placidusax's declaration made everyone disapprove. Who would be foolish enough to take the hit?
"Come on."
Frieren actively flew in front of her opponent and assumed a stance, having already switched to dual staffs to accumulate power. This one was even more of an open and upright temperament; she said she would take it, so she would take it. Was it going to be the decisive battle? Was this the final strike?
However, the aura just released by the Dragonlord was deep and deadly.
Some Ancient Dragons who didn't know the inside story almost thought His Majesty had fallen, yet they saw the silver-haired girl didn't relax in the slightest.
It was not a fall, but an omen. The sudden enlightenment amidst death boosted a brand-new realm, a brand-new magic. The two dragon heads held high and roared, aiming at Frieren, golden light shining brightly in their mouths.
Incantation: Placidusax's Ruin!
The golden streaming light brought the ultimate destruction, like the Dragonlord's declaration to the world; it would also take away any strong enemy in front of him.
Even Bayle the Dread in his peak period back then was beaten into heavy injury. This time, the attack was even superior; with the previous enlightenment, his magic penetrated heaven and earth.
In contrast, Frieren changed her colorful fighting style and used a plain and unpretentious legendary magic—Sorcery: Comet Azur!
Likewise, two blue torrents greeted the Dragonlord's desperate strike.
Her mastery of this move was quite proficient; it was the best choice for deciding victory. It ended here. Although Placidusax's Ruin was strong, in the state of full-power casting, she was still a cut above.
Streaming light overflowed above the Sky City, Farum Azula. Unexpectedly, it was Comet Azur that split open the golden streaming light.
It was the former's mana purity overriding the enemy.
The Dragonlord roared and breathed with all his might, barely creating a brief wrestling match.
Almost simultaneously, Maliketh held the Black Blade, his muscles tensing. He wanted to move, but in the next moment, the pressure from Bernahl, Ranni, Melina, the two Ancient Dragon Priestesses, and even all the Ancient Dragons locked onto the temple.
Don't move. Watch obediently.
The deterrence lasted only for an instant, because in the next moment, Frieren's magic submerged the light of Ruin.
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