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Strangely, even though it should have been the first time he had come into contact with this winged creature hidden in the shadows, "Neltharion" had a strange sense of déjà vu. Although he was also puzzled, "Neltharion" did not react as strongly as he had at the beginning after similar feelings had occurred many times. He simply noted down this abnormal situation in his mind and then turned his attention back to the winged creature itself.

Unlike the ordinary Skywing creatures below who were entangled with the two dragons, this Skywing creature hidden in the shadows possessed a level of mastery over magic far surpassing those below. If one had to find a way to describe it, it would be the difference between "mass-produced" and "exquisite." It must be said that the fact that it could shield itself from the search by the dragons with their powerful senses with just a single concealment spell speaks volumes. If "Neltharion" hadn't presciently cast numerous concealment spells on itself before approaching, it would probably have been discovered by this Skywing creature before it even got close enough to notice its presence.

Of course, since I discovered it first, the situation is naturally different now.

As Kanna joined the battle below, the tide of battle gradually turned in favor of the dragon. Many of the mass-produced Skywing species were reduced to energy and dissipated under the dragon's terrifying offensive. The Skywing species hidden above the battlefield who witnessed this scene clearly began to get restless.

Under the watchful gaze of "Neltharion," this winged creature cast various detection spells around itself—presumably searching for the presence of a third dragon—while slowly closing the distance between itself and the two dragons below...

Noticing its "Neltharion" performance, one can't help but sigh. It's no wonder it's a species created by the gods for war. If the two dragons below had even a tenth of the fighting skills of this Skywing, they would never have fallen to the point where they needed to be rescued by the Skywing.

While marveling at the sight, "Neltharion" didn't stop. After sneaking a certain distance from this "refined" winged creature, it decisively switched to its original form and, facing the shocked gaze that the winged creature was casting in this direction, unleashed a fireball.

"boom----------!!!"

The intense heat of thousands of degrees evaporated the surrounding clouds, and flames spread outwards in a ring. To people on the ground, however, a crimson "fire cloud" replaced the pure white color of the celestial gate.

Then, violent explosions and roars continued to emanate from this "fire cloud".

Before long, accompanied by another thunderous explosion of elemental energy that swept across the vast space, a jet-black dragon burst out of the thick, magically glowless clouds beneath the torn sky. Just as it was about to approach the two dragons below, a thunderous roar came from behind.

Compared to the dragon's reaction speed, this attack was far too fast, so much so that even though Neltharion was aware of the approaching danger, he could only barely dodge it from its vital parts.

The next moment, an unstoppable force struck the black dragon, knocking it from the sea of ​​clouds at a speed several times faster than it could fly, and crashing it into the dust.

"boom----------"

Dust dispersed.

The dragon, struggling to rise from the bottom of the basin-shaped, radiating depression, found it all quite incredible.

—When did the mere Skywing race become so powerful that it's at this level?

Even though it is far from being the most complete and powerful dragon god in its past, with the faith of the entire dragon race as its support, it is definitely not something that a few Skywing creatures can deal with. So what is the reason for the attack it is currently suffering?

Most of the dragon scales, along with charred flesh, detached from its back, and waves of tearing pain threatened to shatter the dragon's fragile composure.

Raising its head, the dragon gazed upwards and saw a massive magic circle slowly unfolding beneath the gate leading to the heavens.

See the picture poorly.

The Skywing creatures lurking in the shadows made no further attempt to hide. Instead, they dispelled their concealment spells, allowing the dragon to scan them and their surroundings. Ultimately, the number of Skywing creatures that came into the dragon's vertical pupils was not the single, hidden Skywing creature it had initially noticed, but rather…

"Eighteen."

By now, even the most foolish dragon should realize it has fallen into a trap. The only thing Neltharion didn't expect was: "These despicable divine races, do they think they have nothing else to offer besides these lowly traps?!"

With a low growl, the dragon ignored the terrifying gravity exerted on it, stomping its way into cracks in the ground as it rose again.

That being said, under the pressure of the magic array in the sky, the dragon, which even found it difficult to stand up, had no power to resist, at least not for the dragons whose source of faith was singular—they only believed in their own dragon race, and the number of those who believed in them was less than four dragons.

The dragon gods, who were severely lacking in faith, had already given their all just to hold out against these eighteen individuals who were clearly different from other winged beings. Let alone fighting back, it was questionable whether they could even survive the next attack.

The Heavenly Wings above its head exerted their power once more amidst the chanting of the incantation. The dragon, which had barely managed to stand up, was now crushed into the ground by the immense force, its bones supporting its entire body and soul groaning and creaking.

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, which had been in a much better position due to Kanna's arrival, the situation reversed again with the completion of the Skywing Project. With the addition of a large number of new Skywings, the battle was even worse than that of the immobilized dragons below. If the Skywings hadn't focused most of their energy on the dragon gods below while fighting, the two heavily wounded dragons would probably have been killed on the spot.

In this desperate situation, more than the fear of impending death, the dragon felt anger welling up inside it... anger at itself.

—That shouldn't be the case.

The dragon couldn't understand, so it struggled and resisted frantically.

It shouldn't be so weak.

Its body must be much stronger, strong enough to ignore the suppression of these ridiculous gravitational forces, and even able to crush the "flies" on its head with hundreds of times the force of this.

Its flames should be even more ferocious, so ferocious that they could burn away everything it despises, whether it is a person or an object—or even the world itself.

Its soul should be far more profound, so profound that it can disregard all obstacles and limitations, leaping endlessly forward, rather than being confined to death by this mere body.

"Roar……"

Under the oppression of "death," two extremely chaotic thoughts tore away the last layer of disguise and began to fight for ownership of this "body."

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 384 Deathwing (Part 2)

One is called "Gods"—a personification of the Dragon Clan's faith, who led them into their most magnificent era, but also personally pushed them into the abyss.

One is called "Cataclysm"—originating from another powerful world, which once led its people in war for the continuation and peace of the world, but was completely succumbed to the darkness and surrendered to it. This time, it is projected into this world because of a "faith"...

Just as the struggle between the two minds reached its most intense moment, with neither willing to yield and the situation threatening to escalate to mutual destruction, the third "thought" gently extended its palm—

"Your era has ended."

Beneath the wailing of the souls, the consciousness of the "gods" was crushed, and the remaining remnants all seeped into the "catastrophe" mind that was emitting excited growls.

"Since it was born because of me, then it shall be as I wish..."

Whispers from the "Creator" echoed in this space belonging to the soul, and this time, it would be free from any restrictions.

"tell me your name."

　The real world.

Looking down at the motionless dragon god below, Jibril still could hardly believe the reality she was seeing.

A deity, whose status is equivalent to that of the great being who created him, was so easily sealed away. Moreover, given the power this dragon deity has currently displayed, it is not impossible to forcibly enslave it. At that time, the great Altshu will have a divine servant—how wonderful.

The thought of that scene possibly happening under her own hands made her forget even the familiar aura she had sensed from the dragon earlier. Now, Jibril only wanted to do one thing: use this undeniable "victory" to express her value to the gods. This was the only thing she could do, having only been created recently.

Beneath their maniacal smiles, the Skywing race raised their hands, and boundless magic power condensed towards the sky. With the cooperation of the eighteen most powerful Skywing races, a terrifying spell, far surpassing "Sky Strike" and reaching nearly one-tenth the power of "God Strike," was being formed.

It's no exaggeration to say that if this magic had been aimed at this planet instead of the dragon god below, the resulting destruction would have wiped out most of the planet's landmass. If it weren't for dealing with this "resurrected" dragon god, Altshu probably wouldn't have even allowed it to personally guide and unleash this attack.

Facing the pitiful "Dragon God" below, who had already lost all power to resist, the eighteen Skywing races simultaneously shouted out the name of this spell—

"Sky Strike—!!!"

A silent, pure white light burst forth from the highest point of the sky, illuminating the grandeur and magnificence of the Heavenly Gate, and unleashing equal destruction upon the world...

"My name is Deathwing—"

Beneath the pure white light that erases all equality, the roar of a dragon echoes.

"The one destined to destroy the world, the terminator of all things, the annihilator of the earth—"

No matter how unbelievable it may seem, Jibril still has to admit a reality.

“It’s blocking the way, Azriel.”

"No, it didn't block it."

Looking down at the magical storm tearing the ground apart in the elemental battle, hundreds of miles of land had already been razed to the ground. In the center of this vast "plain", a scorching crimson light continued to tear and spread across the ground.

—That's lava.

"...it was just moved."

"Transfer?"

"Leave here, Jibril."

Calling out to the newly created Skywing race, Azriel was the first to leap towards the Gate of Heaven. However, her back view did not look like she was preparing to retreat and organize a second wave of attacks. Instead, it looked more like... running away.

The newly formed Skywing race found this conclusion absurd. After all, Azriel, the first Skywing race created, crafted from the first feather of the eighteen wings of the God of War Altshu, had been involved in war for over twenty thousand years, yet in that time, it seemed never to have retreated before any enemy. Why was that?

"Jibril."

A calm voice interrupted the absurd thoughts of the newly born Skywing: "Remember, we were created by the great war god Artesius, and this enemy... it is also a god."

After a long silence, the newly born Skywing species did not persist, but instead followed in the footsteps of the other seventeen Skywing species and quickly left the sky where the elements were already restless.

However, the last trace of resentment in its heart still drove it to look down as it left. At the same moment, the final sound of "the two guilders" stepping from one world to another also resounded completely.

"I am—the Great Cataclysm!"

The earth was silent, carrying the tranquility of impending destruction.

"boom------------------"

In this endless war, Jibril had heard from other Skywings more than once about stars being destroyed and shattered by the vast divine power of the gods. However, having been created less than a hundred years ago, she had never witnessed it with her own eyes. But today, the newly born Skywing felt that she was finally witnessing the scene that every Skywing was destined to face.

The lava erosion swallowed the entire earth's crust. Looking around, there was nothing on the ground except for the flowing lava. The high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees evaporated all matter on this lava field except for flames. Under the reflection of the constantly exploding and scalding magma, even the celestial gate built inaccessible to mortals appeared extremely small.

Jibril's gaze was abruptly interrupted at this moment, not only by the rapidly rising temperature around her, but also by the giant dragon rising from the magma below... Even though the dragon was hundreds of thousands of meters away, it still had the illusion that its entire body was being burned under that gaze.

"Deathwing".

Silently repeating the name, Jibril, under the cover of the other seventeen Winged Races, swiftly entered the Heavenly Gate. Behind her, a shadow foreshadowing catastrophe and death shrouded the entire sky…

In response to the low inquiry of the "Creator," an entity from another world declares its existence in this world.

"My name is Deathwing, the Destroyer of All Things, the Ender of All Things, the Destroyer of the Earth. I am unstoppable, unyielding, I am—the Cataclysm!"

In a world made of lava, Deathwing flapped his wings and lifted two dragons that had fallen into the magma, then flew away in another direction.

—It is no longer confused.

Crossing the Boundaries of Faith: Chapter 385 Dragon Clan Combat Strength Statistics

Dragons, a symbol of power.

Their robust bodies allow them to thrive in any environment, their wings enable them to soar freely through the skies, and their hard scales and tough skin can withstand most external energy and physical damage. However, these are not the most powerful aspects of the dragon race. What truly allows the dragon race to occupy the top of the food chain for tens of thousands of years is their innate and exceptional ability to perceive and control magical power.

It is no exaggeration to say that even the weakest dragon is far more powerful than the most gifted human in terms of innate talent, and this is entirely determined by their respective racial talents and cannot be changed.

However, given their powerful racial talents, the egalitarian world naturally imposes strong restrictions on this race in other aspects, one of which is the dragons' reproductive ability.

Even during the most prosperous period of the dragon race, the total number of dragons living in Dragon Nest was still less than a hundred. With the defeat of the Dragon God and the fall of Dragon Nest, a large number of dragons either fled or died. In addition, many dragons switched to the Order and abandoned their dragon faith. As a result, Neltharion was only able to truly gather the four dragons in front of him—one of which was not even a member of the current dragon race and was a "helper" brought from another world.

"Quetzalcoatl, just call me Lucoa~ Are you the Dragon God? Long time no see. How have you been lately? You're asking about Lucoa? Of course not! I was dragged out of my home by a ferocious-looking dragon, who said I had to fight for the revival of the dragon race... I've been away from this world for so long, why do I have to come back to participate in this war that has nothing to do with me?"

From the moment they met, this pterosaur kept babbling on and on. If the former "Dragon God" were alive, he probably would have been tempted to "clean house" just by seeing its appearance. But Neltharion is different, or rather, the "creator" who created Neltharion made it "different".

As the price for manifesting in this world based on the faith of those "unknown powerful beings," Neltharion gained immense power that he could not even obtain in his own world. This is why he was able to easily break free from magic that the "Dragon God" could not break free from—the former relied on the faith of reincarnators from a small part of the main god space, while the latter relied on the faith of just a few dragons. It is easy to see which one is stronger.

Having gained such powerful faith, Deathwing, from another world, was well aware of the needs of his "creator," and those needs certainly did not include the option of unjustifiably reducing his own forces. Therefore, Neltharion ignored Lucoa's implicit complaints and turned to look at the other black dragon: "Fafnir, is that all?"

"Yes, Lord Neltharion."

As he answered, Fafnir felt a sense of doubt welling up inside him.

Unlike their first meeting, this "Dragon God" didn't show much change in aura, but his actions and behavior were quite different, to the point that even it was a little unsure what was going on.

Deathwing, on the other hand, didn't care much about the black dragon's thoughts. After all, the faith that provided it with the existence in this world didn't come from the dragon race, but from the reincarnators.

"That means we now only have the fighting power of four dragons."

Fafnir, a black dragon guarding treasure, has a combat strength of approximately 5 geese—this is a unit of measurement for combat strength that Neltharion obtained from his "creator." Although its specific meaning is unclear, it was borrowed for ease of calculation.

A pterosaur that was banished from this world since ancient times—its combat power is roughly equivalent to a 5-goose. Considering that it no longer has any sense of belonging to the dragon race in this world, it's not surprising that it doesn't put in much effort during battle.

The green dragon, who had previously foolishly gone to the vicinity of the Heavenly Realm's gate to cause trouble and had remained silent ever since being brought back, had a combat strength roughly equivalent to a 4-goose, as its injuries had not yet healed.

A young white dragon has a combat power roughly equivalent to 3 geese. You can't expect a young dragon that can't even speak dragon language very clearly to be able to recite a complete magic spell.

Then, relying on these four giant dragons, the individual mission of the faith manifestation from another world is to complete the revival of the dragon race... No, considering the faction and position of the dragon race, it may need to accomplish more than that. In the worst case, it may even have to lead the chaotic faction, which has lost its greatest support, namely the forces of Purgatory, to defeat the orderly faction and achieve victory in this protracted war.

Faced with this seemingly impossible task, Deathwing showed no sign of despair or frustration.

"...I once fought against the whole world on my own, and although I eventually fell to some ridiculous heroes, I never retreated even half a step."

Breathing forth the breath of lava, Deathwing whispered to the four dragons before him, each with a different expression: "And now, all you need to do is choose... choose to follow me and reclaim what once belonged to the dragons, or simply abandon everything and flee far away, leaving your chance of survival entirely to the mercy of your enemies."

The low murmur abruptly turned into a roar: "Tell the dragons—your choice!"

Overwhelmed by this aura, Fafnir, who was already on the side of the dragons, was the first to respond.

“It is my honor, Lord Neltharion.”

Satisfied, he turned his gaze to the pterosaur beside him, who hesitated for a moment before speaking with a helpless tone: "Even if they refuse, there's no way for them to leave, right?"

Deathwing chose to remain silent, which was perfectly reasonable; this pterosaur, who had lived for countless years, made an extremely wise choice.

"They've joined the Dragon Clan's war for justice and honor."

Looking at the third giant... or rather, the young dragon, as expected, I saw Kanna constantly shaking her head up and down—it probably didn't even know what doing this meant, but even if it did, there was no difference.

In the tradition of the dragon race, young dragons should live under the protection of their parents until they grow into young dragons with the ability to protect themselves. However, due to the fall of the dragon's nest, it was separated from its parents. It can be said that in this whole world, only Deathwing, who had to "unswervingly" stand on the side of chaos, and who was also a dragon, still had a living space beside him.

Finally, Neltharion turned his gaze to the green dragon, who had remained silent all along.