String magic.
These three words represented the most destructive power since the era of the Gods.
The incantation system based on the Dragon Language bypassed the restless elemental layer and the silver-white law network, directly extracting power from the lowest level of the Tiamat Code. The three elements that made it up, the law, energy, and matter, were the foundation of the construction of this world.
With the string of law, it reshaped the purity of energy and magic. This was the origin of the name of string magic.
The pinnacle of mortal spells was the fourteen-circle spell. The Silver Folk called it a forbidden spell because that was the limit that the law and elemental power could reach. But for the Gods, this kind of power was just a secondary manifestation of the essence of this world.
What was the universe?
It was dimension and energy.
Only string magic had the fifteenth circle, the spell used in the war of gods.
Even in the past countless eras, the brilliant God-Slaying Sword didn't have the opportunity to be used every time.
In this declining era, there was only one race left on this continent that used string magic — the dragons. And after the War of the Holy Saints, in fact, the dragons could no longer use the Ring Ritual to recreate the glory of the past.
But there was always a turning point.
That was to use the power of life.
A huge magic array unfolded behind more than a hundred dragons.
The chanting of the incantation resounded between heaven and earth, the air resonated, and a bright beam of light pierced through the magic array.
Even though it crossed a distance of tens of thousands of meters, it was still like a spear of light, accurately piercing into Bahamut's head. The light was so simple and unadorned that the Cruz people who were close at hand couldn't even detect any energy fluctuations in this spell.
But when the human wizards on the ship saw this scene, they almost went crazy.
Their understanding of this world told them that any magic would weaken, and no form of energy could transition between different energy forms without energy loss.
But this dazzling beam of light.
It was a perfect form of energy with zero dissipation rate.
This was magic that couldn't exist.
But it was displayed in the modern world by the string magic of the dragons.
Everyone watched in shock as the beam of light pierced through the metal dragon's head. Bahamut howled in pain, raised his neck, and his whole body stood up from the black sphere and fell backward.
However, this did not come without a price.
The dragons in the formation were turning into dust one by one and were blown away by the wind.
"Prepare for the second attack …" Aloz looked at the sacrifice of her own kind and felt like her heart was being cut by a knife, but she steeled her heart. For victory, even she could give up her own life. She reminded her companions loudly, "Don't put your hopes on one attack, our goal is to stop it from coming to this world!"
"Aloz …" Flora looked at her worriedly.
"I'm fine." The little female dragon shook her head vigorously.
The formation lit up once again, and the second attack was charging up.
However, the screams interrupted everyone's movements.
"Everyone, look below!"
Aloz lowered her head.
An inconceivable scene was reflected in the golden pupils — the black sphere was shrinking.
"And Bahamut?"
Everyone was stunned.
The metal dragon had disappeared.
…
In the dark and deep space, the remaining starlight was still half-extinguished, emitting a small amount of light. The remains from the Age of the Gods floated quietly in this space, the surface was covered with a faint layer of starlight.
At the end of the vision, the crystal wall divided the entire space into two — one side was the deep void, and the other side was Wohnde's fluorescent atmosphere.
On the ground, many places were flashing with sparks of fire.
The crystal wall was full of cracks, and from time to time, small pieces fell from the wall with a slight noise, floating in the space. In the distance, rows of constructs were distributed in the vast sky, shining with a metallic luster.
A shrill scream filled with hatred and resentment suddenly shook the entire space.
The floating remains were pushed back by the sound wave, colliding with each other. One of the metal dragons suddenly retreated and crashed into the building. One side of its metal face, from its eye socket to its jaw, had completely disappeared, leaving only a pitch-black hole. It screamed in pain and rolled around, spreading its platinum wings and crushing countless constructs into smithereens.
It was so furious that it turned around and was about to pounce on the space crack again.
But at this time, a cold snort came from the darkness.
"Bahamut, I didn't expect that you and I would exchange identities in this war."
This voice stopped Bahamut's movement. It turned its huge head slowly in that direction, and saw a giant wolf, standing like a mountain, step by step in the void and came to a place not far from it.
Échis raised his head and looked at the scene coldly.
"Rebel … rebel …" Bahamut let out a series of low growls, "Die …"
It turned around, spread its wings, and pounced on Échis.
But Échis only needed to move slightly to the side to avoid its attack. Her eyes flashed with a strange light, looking at her old enemy, "Lord Twilight Dragon, is it fun for you to control these broken toys?"
As she spoke, she raised her claws and slapped the metal dragon's back, sweeping it away. With a loud noise, Bahamut crashed into the crystal wall in the distance like a meteor.
The crystal wall, which was clearly cracked everywhere, didn't tremble in the slightest when the metal dragon crashed into it. Not even a trace of crystal powder fell from the wall.
The dragon crawled up shakily. But how could Échis give it the chance? She leaped over and stepped on the fallen dragon god. Amidst the cracking sounds, the Platinum Dragon was stomped onto the crystal wall.
The dragon let out a low roar of anger.
Échis understood that the Twilight Dragon's will had already left this body, and now this fallen dragon god was only fighting based on instinct. She snorted coldly, "Without Tiamat's law, it seems that you don't even have a brain. Without Martha's support, how are you going to fight me? "
The metal dragon couldn't understand her words at all and struggled frantically.
Échis raised her head, and the silver hair on the back of her neck stood up. She stood on Bahamut's body without moving an inch. She even squinted her long and narrow eyes, appearing somewhat enchanting as she sneered, "Still struggling, your brain really isn't clear anymore. You were interrupted in the process of descending, and even suffered a Dragon Strike. If it were me, I wouldn't feel good, let alone a piece of trash like you."
As she spoke, she mercilessly slashed down with her claws. The power of this claw was so great that even the space under the sharp claws produced layers of ripples. This claw slashed heavily on Bahamut's neck. Although it didn't break through the power of law, it still made it let out a painful howl.
Échis was unmoved, and bit down like a real beast. The metal dragon's voice suddenly changed from a roar at the beginning to a low cry of pleading.
But gradually, even the sound of the wailing gradually became softer.
Échis' claws stepped on its shoulders, and the sharp teeth that could destroy everything finally pierced through the layers of power of law, and bit down on the Dragon God's neck. With a soft crack, Bahamut's massive body shuddered. His only remaining mercury eyeball flickered for a moment before finally dimming.
That was the last moment of a god.
Although it was somewhat ironic, in this war, the two sides that originally represented Order and Chaos had now switched positions.
"Looks like Order has won again," Échis said to herself somewhat sarcastically. After confirming that her opponent was completely dead, she raised her head and let out a long howl from afar.
After several eras, she finally killed this damn reptile.
But it represented Martha.
Thinking of this, Échis turned back and looked at the woman wrapped in a black robe in the distance.
Sophie stood on a floating ice crystal asteroid, calmly watching the war. A war between gods, but it was so barbaric and violent, and lacked the beauty it should have. But in fact, when one's power exceeded a certain level, the battle actually became simple and direct.
Échis let go of Bahamut's body, and the huge metal body slowly flew out. It could be foreseen that in the next few hundred years, this wreckage would soon become a part of this silent space.
Another god slumbered in the world.
"I have already proven my sincerity. Although I could have not killed it, after rebooting this world, it should have been a part of me," Échis said, "So, little witch, now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."
Sophie nodded. "Yes," she answered, her voice unchanged.
The girl raised her head, and her gaze passed over the giant wolf that was like a mountain range, and looked at the distant Wohnde. In the darkness, rows of constructs were suspended in the starry sky, their edges emitting a faint light.
She raised a finger and made a symbol.
That was the Eye of Truth of the Inquisition.
Then, there was the Ouroboros of the Inquisition.
The World Tree.
The Dragon of War, Tiamat.
Sophie's pupils flowed with green light, and rows of data fell in her eyes like a waterfall. As she drew symbols that represented authority, from near to far, the rows of constructs in the starry sky lit up.
Échis closed his eyes.
She sighed in a low voice, "Sure enough, this is the entirety of the Law of Tiamat. I have to say that you are really smart to be able to build such a huge system. Then, after they all belong to me, can I restart this world? "
"No." Sophie shook her head.
Échis suddenly opened her eyes, and her gaze was terrifyingly cold, "Why, are you going back on your word?"
"Our agreement is that you can only restart this world when everyone has given up hope," Sophie replied in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing, "I don't object to you taking over the authority of Tiamat. For the new world, it doesn't matter who the Mother is. But at least in this era, you have to abide by our agreement."
"And if I don't agree?" Échis asked in return.
"You don't have the authority," Sophie looked at her quietly, "You won't get the Throne of Destiny until the very last moment."
Échis bared her snow-white teeth, and her eyes flashed with a dangerous light, but Sophie raised her head and looked at her fearlessly.
"Very well, I will abide by the agreement!"
Sophie nodded.
"But there is one more question," Échis said.
"What question?"
"I'm very curious, who are you?" Échis narrowed her long and narrow eyes dangerously, "You said you are the inheritor of the Thirteenth Moon, but I have never heard of a witch's inheritance with a higher authority than the Witch Queen —"
"Is this important?"
"Of course, this concerns my judgment of your goodwill."
Sophie thought for a moment and replied, "You have also never heard of the existence of an inheritor of the Thirteenth Moon, Échis."
Échis was silent.
Sophie then continued softly, "Actually, I am the third experiment subject."
"The third experiment subject?"
"In the Curved Surface Plan, Miss Roman represents the path of coexistence with the Dusk, and I represent the path of complete suppression of the Chaos Magic."
"Complete suppression," Échis sneered, "What about the young man named Brando?"
The three plans were only to ensure the comprehensiveness of the plan, but Sophie did not argue with her and only replied, "He is different from us, only Lady Martha knows about that."
This answer made Échis frown and ask, "Even you don't know?"
"Yes," Sophie nodded again, "Miss Roman is a product of the Truth Theory, I am a product of the Judgment Union, only Mr. Brando comes from the will of Gaia. Gaia's will has always been the most mysterious existence among the various organizations of the Gods, and only Martha has all the authority."
"But I am Martha now!"
"You are not."
Échis took a deep breath, "Speaking of which, I thought of another thing. Where are the forty-seven psionic mechanical satellites of Gaia? Why didn't I feel it just now?"
"Have you forgotten?" Sophie calmly replied, "That is the agreement between you and Miss Tiamas, I am not responsible for interfering."
"Hmph, so that is an immortal object. She actually wants to use such a great existence to revive a mortal, I really can't understand your stupidity," Échis coldly snorted, "It doesn't matter, I can wait, but you better not play any tricks."
Sophie was unmoved by her threat.
Échis was also somewhat helpless against this human girl, after giving her a deep look, she turned and disappeared into the darkness.
Behind Sophie stood Échis' other daughters, or to be exact, there were four — the Ko Hua sisters, standing hand in hand. The two sisters stood side by side, one dressed in black and the other in white, as if they were carved out of the same mold, except that one was cold as ice, while the other was quiet and gentle.
Behind them was Agatha, dressed in black mourning clothes, with a black veil on her head. She looked like a woman living in seclusion, but her face was as calm as water, as if she did not care about anything.
Échis' youngest daughter stood at the back of everyone, still naked. Her snow-white bare feet stepped on the metal surface, and she wrapped herself with a large silver-white tail. She tilted her head and smiled, revealing her small fangs, occasionally moving her long silver ears — she looked more like a fox than a wolf.
She looked left and right with a curious expression, and finally whispered to Dark Ko Hua, "Sister Ko Hua, why does Mother look unhappy?"
Dark Ko Hua coldly snorted, ignoring it.
… …
The black sphere had completely disappeared.
In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the sky outside Canderbell had returned to its clear and boundless sky.
The crystal clusters were receding like the tide, and the locusts and giant dragons had also lost their target, running amok in the human fleet — but without an orderly command, their destruction was only a matter of time.
On the ground, the exhausted Silver Bay Coalition Army could no longer give chase. Many people sat on the ground, paralyzed, looking at the disappearing pillar of light in the southern sky.
They already knew that it was Erouine.
That was where the hope of civilization lay —
The huge fleet in the sky slowly changed its formation, and more and more floating battleships began to leave their original formation, joining the ranks of the pursuers.
The people who had survived the disaster looked at the scene in front of them in a daze.
Young Duke Malvis knelt on the ground with a pale face, and a giant dragon girl with bright eyebrows and bright eyes was bandaging his wounds, giggling from time to time. Blank turned his head back from a distant hill, and could not help but shake his head at the sight of young Malvis — he was here to save someone, but in the end, he was saved by the person he was supposed to save.
How embarrassing.
But most of the Knight did not think so. Most of these warriors, who were covered in blood, looked at their duke with reverence, and even a little envy.
The cheers from the direction of Canderbell City could be heard from afar.
When the cheers sounded like a tsunami, everyone here realized that they had won.
Yes.
Victory —
Magadal stood on the city wall, covered her mouth, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Many people were crying.
They were happy for the desperate situation, sad for the friends who died in the battle, and happy for the future that was saved.
Those were tears of excitement and sorrow.
Their cries echoed in the wind.
Look, this was the victory of the mortals.
The sword that changed fate was always held tightly in the hands of everyone. The spirit of never giving in was the flame of civilization.
Aloz spread her wings, and let the shadow of the giant dragon sweep across the land, patrolling the entire battlefield in the sky.
But her emotions were a little messy, and her face was slightly pale.
Some of the closely connected things in her bloodline told her one thing a few minutes ago —
Bahamut was dead.
The era of the Golden Folk was over.
…
(PS: Although it is not necessary, but after thinking about it, I still want to ask for monthly votes. After all, this should be the last time I ask for monthly votes for this book …)
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