Helthus retreated.
Flames spewed out from the Flaming Gate. The golden flames were already boiling and rushing out of the gate. They spewed out streams of fire like golden ribbons. However, these were definitely the most terrifying ribbons in the world. They swept across the wasteland, leaving behind ravines. They brushed past space, and colorful ribbons of light appeared in the space. Helthus knew that this was because the golden flames were too domineering. Neither matter nor space could withstand its power. If he let it pass, matter would be annihilated and space would collapse, leaving behind those ravines and ribbons of light.
What if he let it sweep over him? Helthus did not want to use his body to reach a conclusion.
The flames inside the gate grew brighter and brighter. Helthus felt a terrifying power about to erupt. The gate was like the mouth of a volcano. Rumbling sounds came from inside the gate. It was the sound of energy being transmitted too quickly and even colliding with each other.
Helthus finally rushed into the sky. He did not dare to stay on the wasteland any longer. Then, the Gate of Raging Flames spewed out a golden torrent. The torrent formed by pure blazing flames instantly streaked across the wasteland, through the forest, and traveled who knew how many kilometers, leaving behind a golden corridor between heaven and earth.
When the torrent of flames was exhausted, the golden flames gradually disappeared into the air. The corner of Herthus' mouth twitched. From his angle, Herthus looked at him. From his angle, a charred corridor passed through the primitive forest and reached the other end of the horizon. On this black belt, everything above the ground, regardless of whether it was rocks or trees, was erased. The charred black belt flickered with red light. Then, there was a crisp sound from time to time. The charred ground collapsed, and cracks that led to an unknown place appeared!
At this time, the sound of cracking came from the Flaming Gate. Helthus looked down. There were thick cracks on the frame of the gate. The cracks extended downwards, and sand and stones kept spewing out from inside.
"No, no, no." Helthus landed on the ground. He saw the flames in the gate gradually dim and finally disappear. A moment later, another flame lit up at the gate. The flame was pure golden. Then, the flame disappeared, and someone walked out.
Herces' pupils gradually narrowed, and Allen's figure was reflected in his golden pupils. "Impossible, this is impossible. You should have died in there!"
Allen shrugged. "Unfortunately, I didn't die."
He was naked, and apart from the Devil's Praise in his hand, there was nothing else on him. The flames in the door had long since destroyed his clothes, and even his body. His current body was regenerated, and Allen could be considered to have experienced his third metamorphosis. Now, his body, from his internal organs to his bones, from his blood vessels to his muscles, were all formed after being tempered by flames. In terms of strength, this new body was far stronger than even Herceus in his dragon form.
There was a loud rumble behind him. Allen didn't need to turn around to know that the Flaming Door had collapsed behind him. The door couldn't withstand his strength and was forced open from the inside. As the Flaming Gate collapsed, a large amount of dust surged past Allen. Allen raised his hands, and a golden flame rose from his feet. The flame enveloped his entire body, like a golden robe. The golden flame emerged from all over Allen's body, pushing the dust away. Circles of ripples appeared in the surrounding space, and after each ripple dissipated, they left behind spots of light of various sizes.
Every spot of light was a spatial crack. Herceus's pupils constricted, and his gaze fell on Allen. He shouted, "What did you do? That kind of flame, I've never seen that kind of flame before! "
"Of course you haven't seen it before. This is a new kind of flame, but it's above all other flames. So, I think we can call it the Golden King Flame. That's right, it's the King of Ten Thousand Flames. "After saying that, the Golden King Flame on Allen's body condensed, forming armor. In the blink of an eye, Taylor's Endless Sword Attire appeared on Allen's body again. However, this time, it was not silver-white, but golden. There was a sparkling red crystal in front of his chest, surrounded by a circle of silver-white patterns. The scattered patterns made the crystal look like a sun.
Even though the appearance was still the Endless Sword Attire, the feeling of power was completely different. Herceus could sense that the power on Allen's body was powerful but restrained, and it exuded boundless majesty. If he hadn't restrained himself, he would have had the urge to kneel down and worship. This urge stemmed from the power that Allen currently possessed. The Golden King Flame was above all other flames, and the residents of Eboynes were born from flames. In front of the Golden King Flame, they were facing their natural enemy. One could imagine the pressure they felt.
Thus, Allen, who possessed the Golden King Flame, was Eboynes' natural enemy. When he thought of this, Herceus couldn't help but feel bitter. In addition, the Raging Inferno Door had already been destroyed, and the residents of Eboynes had nowhere to go, nor could they receive reinforcements. Unless Archimedes returned and rebuilt the Raging Inferno Door. However, Herceus knew that Archimedes wouldn't return. He had already activated Cosmic Dusk, so how could he return to this place?
"Herceus, make your choice. Do you choose to submit, or do you choose to be destroyed? "The Origin Tool in Allen's hand emitted golden flames, and the Anthem of Ashes appeared in his hand once again. However, this grayish-white longsword emitted golden flames from its blade. The golden flames intertwined with the white blade, and the flames illuminated Herceus's face.
At this moment, Allen's aura was as mighty as the ocean. The Golden King Flame rose behind him, forming streams of flames that swept across like a flag. The steel wings on his back spread wide, and golden flames curled around his body. It was as if a god had descended to the mortal world.
Herceus gritted his teeth in order to withstand the terrifying pressure. He roared, "Don't joke around. I am the flames of the sky. My flames should be at the peak of the world!"
Then, he soared into the sky and transformed into a black crystal dragon. The crystal dragon flapped its four wings, spun in the sky, and spat out black flames at Allen. Allen raised his head and saw that Herceus's flames were no longer able to condense into a beam of light. This meant that his strength had dropped significantly. Even when his strength was intact, such flames couldn't do anything to Allen, let alone now.
Allen raised his hand, and the black flames began to retract and shrink when they reached the top of his head. When they were a few meters away from Allen, they had completely disappeared. The crystal dragon's golden pupils constricted. At this moment, Allen's steel wings flapped slightly, and he turned into a streak of golden light that shot straight up.
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