In almost an endless amount of time, Hertheus had never been shot down from the sky. The sky was his stage and his home ground. His figure should be shining in the sky, not falling to the ground in a sorry state. The surging dust stained his beautiful and noble body. Hertheus felt the anger and humiliation he had never felt before.
The dragon roared at the sky from the ground.
Allen, who was in midair, was as dazzling as the god of the sun. The Golden King Flames flowing from the edge of his sword naturally formed a few dancing flame belts behind him. He looked down at Hertheus like a god looking down on a mortal.
Hertheus, who was being looked down on, had complicated palm patterns appear in his pupils, like engravings. Then, six black balls of light appeared in the space around Allen. The surface of the balls of light undulated like incomparably huge sea urchins. Black lightning chains shot out from the six black balls of light and connected them. Inside the ball of light, Allen felt the signs of space being sealed.
Only now did Hertheus reveal his true strength. These six balls of light were clearly his trump card. The blazing flame energy in the ball of light had yet to erupt, but the temperature around Allen had already risen sharply.
Hertheus suddenly roared, and the electric chains between the six balls of light suddenly became extremely thick. The electric chains vibrated up and down, and the balls of light continued to expand, gathering towards the center. The space where Allen was became distorted, and strips of spatial light that could be seen with the naked eye appeared. This was the result of space being compressed by a large amount of Origin Energy and collapsing.
When the balls of light completely gathered, the entire world became incomparably dark. Suddenly, there was no wind in the air, only the sizzling sound of the electric chains bouncing could be heard. The six pitch-black balls of light lit up at the same time, and then their surfaces shattered like eggshells and separated. Balls of orange-yellow fireballs appeared in the air. The fireballs merged with each other, eventually forming an even larger fireball that wrapped around Allen. There was no violent explosion, but it undulated up and down like jelly. Every time it undulated, ripples would spread out from the fireball. The ripples spread out above and below the fireball like ripples. At this time, the color of the fireball became darker and darker. Hertheus could feel that the energy in the fireball was about to explode.
It was a destructive energy. If it were to erupt without restraint, it would be enough to destroy the southern territory of the Bailey Empire. This was a terrifying energy that was enough to sink the land. But just as this energy was about to be completely released, the orange-red fireball in the sky suddenly shrank.
Herthus' eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the fireball shrink smaller and smaller, its color constantly changing. Finally, it turned into a ball of golden light the size of a blue ball. The ball of light was held in Allen's palm. Allen even used his thumb to gently move the ball of light, causing the golden ball of light to spin.
"How could this be? How could this be? "Herthus suddenly roared," Is this the power of the Rule? Are you already a Supreme Martial Artist? "
"You just realized?" Allen looked at the light ball in his hand and said, "Before me, there were three Paragons in this universe. Frius controls the rules of black, Spenak controls the power of chaos, and Orfasis displays the ultimate way of balance. And my rule is the Golden King Flame. It is my rule and also my power. "
"Golden King Flame, King of Ten Thousand Flames, One Flame Controls Ten Thousand Flames. Do you understand?"
If Hertheus still didn't understand, then he would be called the Flames of the Sky in vain. Allen had already used his actions to show him his rule, which was to control ten thousand flames with one flame! No matter what kind of flame it was, it had no effect on Allen, who had already advanced to the Sovereign Realm. If he tried to use the power of flames to attack Allen, the result would be the same as Allen. His most powerful killing move would also submit to Allen's golden flames, and then be seized by him and eventually transformed into his own strength.
One Flame Controlling Ten Thousand Flames!
King of Ten Thousand Flames!
Seeing the ball of light in Allen's hand naturally turn into a golden flame and merge with Allen's own flames, Hertheus flapped his wings and rose. Even though the three giants of Eboynes were at an absolute disadvantage, they still challenged Allen, who was already a Sovereign. Even Allen was slightly moved by this kind of courage.
But that was all.
Allen would not show mercy because of Hertheus' courage. When he decided to become the Son of Dawn, he already knew that he would stand against Eboynes. Then it didn't matter if it was the monarch or the three giants like Hertheus. If they were unwilling to submit to him, then what Allen could do was destroy them.
He was doing this correctly now.
Allen raised the Anthem of Ashes.
Then, the entire forest began to tremble, and the tremor continued to spread. In the end, even Bauhinia City felt the tremor.
The ground beneath Allen's feet was cracking and undulating. Pillars of fire sprayed out from the cracks. The pillars of fire pointed to the sky like giant pillars that supported the sky. Hertheus raised his head and saw a flame burning above Allen's head. The golden flames quickly covered the entire sky. Every corner was within the range of the golden flames. It was a golden sea of flames. Hertheus felt despair at the end of his life. Even his last pride, the sky, had fallen into Allen's hands. At this moment, Allen was the one who truly controlled the sky. He was the king whose flames burned the entire sky.
Then, Allen slashed down with his sword.
Hertheus's pupils constricted as he felt an enormous pressure in the sky. He looked up and saw that the sea of flames seemed to be pressing down. The flames above Allen's head sank, and waves of loud thunder came from the sky. It was the sound of Origin Energy tearing through space. Then, something appeared behind the flames. It was the tip of a sword. Just the tip of the sword had already occupied Hertheus's entire field of vision. His four dragon pupils reflected a large sword that broke through the sea of flames and slowly sank down.
A sword as huge as a mountain.
A sword that was completely golden.
The sword was the White Emperor Sword. Whether it was in shape or sword intent, it was the same as what Miro had displayed in the World of Will. In fact, the sword intent was even more tyrannical. This was because what made up this sword was no longer the Void Secret Flame, but the Golden King Flame.
Therefore, the might of the king on the sword was brilliant, and everything knelt down!
Hertheus felt his body become incomparably heavy, and the sword was descending from the sky. It looked slow, but considering the size of the sword, the speed at which it fell was not slow at all. Hertheus desperately tried to dodge, but until the blade touched its thick back, it only moved a little.
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