NOVEL NEXT Chapter 292 God of Mortal World
"Which Divine's saints are you?"
Even when on the brink of death, with his life hanging by a thread, Goltai the High Duke still unwillingly asked the Forbidden Army who impaled him with a greatsword.
He wanted to know which Divine would exhaust so much divine power just to see him dead. He could not accept the fact that he was beaten to death by a group of Dragon Descendants not even reaching Extreme Intent.
His downfall was not due to these insects before him, but due to a Divine's malevolent targeting. It was the Divine who wanted him dead, which is why he so frustratingly perished here today, without even a chance to flee.
"We are the Forbidden Army loyal to the Holy Dragon Emperor!"
This was the last answer Goltai the High Duke heard before his confusion about which Dragon God the Holy Dragon referred to was cut short along with his head.
Rumble—
From the Legendary's severed neck, a blood fountain soared hundreds of meters high, with the blood rushing toward the Sky Dome. The sky instantly turned into a spectacular blood-red color, with crimson clouds spreading across the horizon.
Such is the spectacular and desolate sight left behind by the fall of a Legendary Melee Warrior. However, the Forbidden Army soldiers who achieved this unprecedented victory were not moved. Instead, one by one, they collapsed to the ground.
They were exhausted, even though their bodies, reinforced by the Holy Dragon's power, continually received an endless supply of strength, replenishing their energy no matter how much they expended.
The test on their mental will was too great, facing death and revival repeatedly to attack what seemed an insurmountable opponent.
By the time the Legendary's head was severed, the fifty-one Forbidden Army soldiers had died an average of over five times, with one of them being killed nine times by the Legendary.
Now, that particular soldier lay on the ground like a corpse, motionless, as if he were an empty shell devoid of a soul.
The once brilliant golden light, radiant even in daylight, had faded from these soldiers, revealing their original state, which was why they appeared so haggard now.
"Are you all right?"
At this moment, a master and apprentice, who had been watching history unfold from afar, rushed over, their faces filled with shock and admiration.
However, their focus of amazement differed. Rand marveled at how these warriors, claiming allegiance to the Holy Dragon's Forbidden Army, had boldly beaten a Legendary to death without allowing him to escape.
He had personally seen the Legendary High Duke, upon realizing that these soldiers couldn't be killed and only grew more threatening, being in an unfavorable situation.
The Legendary attempted to flee but never succeeded. His perception was disrupted, the space seemed sealed, and multiple escape attempts failed.
As for Iliad, he was amazed at the power his father wielded. Unlike his now even more confused teacher, Iliad was certain these warriors were sent by his father.
Their ability to unleash such divine might on the battlefield was inextricably linked to his father.
Iliad had no doubt that his father could effortlessly crush an ordinary Legendary, but enabling a group of Gold-Realm Dragon Descendants to kill a Legendary?
This was enough proof that his father's might was practically that of the God of Mortal World.
This is the work of a Divine. No Demigod, Ascender, or Sealing God Dragon could achieve something similar, not even half as effective.
"Your Highness... we are fine."
One soldier from the Forbidden Army, upon seeing the Holy Dragon's Son arriving to offer condolences, swiftly corrected himself after starting to speak out of place.
But most of the Forbidden Army remained lying on the ground like corpses, staring blankly at the sky, motionless, as if they had lost all external perception.
"Are you really okay?"
Concern shown in Iliad's eyes, even though these warriors seemed intact, with their armor unmarked by the battle.
Yet from the soldiers' reactions, it was clear that repeated revivals in a short time were not beneficial, still leaving unknown aftereffects.
Buzz—
Just as the Holy Dragon's Son felt worried about the Forbidden Army's condition, spatial ripples spread out like waves before him, and a spatial passage smoothly opened.
Figures in white robes poured out from the passage, and the simple gold dragon emblem on their robes unmistakably indicated their identity—the Spellcasters from Elisium City's Mage Holy Land.
The arrival of these Spellcasters drew a reaction from the Forbidden Army, who appeared emotionally numb and losing their souls due to nonstop revivals. Even the one who had revived the most turned slightly to look at them, but that was all, with no further movement.
"Are they all Holy Dragon Noah's warriors?"
Previously puzzled by the warriors' identity, Rand now saw through some of the fog. The Holy Dragon Noah was the only one he knew, and there was no other Dragon God titled the Holy Dragon in the mortal realm.