Chapter 225: Chapter225-The God’s Lament! The Fall of Pyrothrone Kingdom!
Endless boiling lava surged with heat waves, stretching for hundreds of miles, as black smoke billowed into the sky.
Countless mages surrounded the lava world, staring in disbelief at Owen and the Pyrothrone King in the center, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
Moments ago, Owen had actually sliced the god-tier mage, the Pyrothrone King, in half with a single sword strike!
Even the god-tier armor, exuding an aura of immortality, couldn’t withstand the blow.
Although Owen’s level had surged to grandmaster-tier, the Pyrothrone King was still a god-tier mage. How could that sword strike have been so terrifyingly powerful?
Could a grandmaster-tier mage truly unleash such a devastating attack?
What was even more shocking was the reaction of Pyrothrone Kingdom’s Four Great Generals, who had been mere observers until this moment.
Now, they could no longer sit still.
Their expressions darkened as they channeled their mana, unleashing powerful magical waves that enveloped Owen!
Though they didn’t know why Owen had suddenly erupted with such terrifying power, their king must not lose this battle, let alone fall. Even though intervening now broke the rules of the duel, compared to the greater good, it was of little consequence.
“Is this the style of Pyrothrone Kingdom? You were guarding against us interfering earlier, and now that your king is losing, you’re in a hurry to break the rules? Do you take us for fools?”
As the Four Great Generals launched their attack, Otto, the Bone Dragon King, and the Gold Dragon King sneered disdainfully and quickly stepped in, forming an impenetrable wall between them and Owen.
They blocked all the magical waves that the Four Great Generals had sent toward Owen.
While the three kings clashed with the Four Great Generals, a dangerous aura from Pyrothrone King drew their attention.
The colossal blazing sun that he had created was expanding in their view.
Just the heat waves emanating from it made their hearts race and their hair stand on end.
Their faces filled with shock.
They hadn’t expected the Pyrothrone King to be so ruthless and decisive, sacrificing half of his own body to unleash such a devastating attack!
At the same time, when that sun-like spell was born, every mage present felt as though their bodies were about to be vaporized.
Otto, the Bone Dragon King, and the Gold Dragon King’s expressions shifted from the shock of seeing Owen slice the Pyrothrone King in half to astonishment and concern.
Even they, facing this desperate attack from Pyrothrone King, could feel the strong presence of death emanating from it.
With Owen’s current strength, there was no way he could survive such an attack. He would be annihilated, body and soul!
This attack had reached the pinnacle of forbidden spells!
The Four Great Generals, whose attack had been blocked by the three kings, hadn’t expected their king to be driven to such rage, sacrificing his own body. But soon, their faces twisted into cruel smiles.
Such a terrifying magical attack made even them feel fear. What chance did a mere grandmaster-tier mage like Owen have?
No matter what tricks he had, he would be crushed by overwhelming power.
Immediately, their confidence surged as they focused on countering the frantic attacks of the three kings. The battlefield seemed to turn upside down in an instant.
However, their smiles didn’t last long, as their expressions suddenly changed.
The attack that was powerful enough to distort space and time hadn’t destroyed Owen.
Instead, the shield in front of him had blocked it.
Even more terrifying, after the shield had absorbed the sun-like attack, an even larger and more fearsome sun began to expand from within it.
The turbulent heat waves spread across the sky, dyeing the heavens in a crimson hue like a blood-red veil draped over the world.
The molten body of the Pyrothrone King was instantly swallowed by the ever-expanding sun.
The blazing sun, its crimson outline burning deep cracks into space itself, distorted the flow of time, which rippled like waves in the ocean.
The mages watching from afar, as the layers of heat waves swept toward them, turned pale as paper, their eyes filled with terror as they continuously retreated.
Even the heat waves that barely reached them made their blood boil, as though they were about to be vaporized.
The mana around them responded like a panicked beast, fleeing in all directions.
It wasn’t until they had retreated several dozen miles that the impact lessened, but the entirety of Pyrothrone Kingdom’s capital had already been engulfed by the searing heat waves.
Boom!
After the sun had expanded to its limit, it burst like an over-inflated balloon, unleashing a massive shockwave that swept across the land, reducing buildings and homes to dust that scattered in the wind.
In an instant, the ancient city was engulfed in flames, thick black smoke rising into the sky, leaving behind a ruin stretching hundreds of miles.
Moments later, the chaos subsided.
In the sky, blood-red clouds gathered and collided, and crimson petals began to fall like raindrops.
The air was filled with an indescribable sense of desolation and sorrow, as though the world itself was mourning.
Those who had fled far enough to witness this scene stood in stunned silence. In their lifetimes, they had never seen such a strange phenomenon.
As they looked at each other in shock, realization dawned on them, and they collectively gasped.
A God’s Lament!
This phenomenon only occurred when a god-tier mage perished.
The Pyrothrone King had fallen!
At this moment, whether in Middle Earth or across the continent, the heavens were filled with falling crimson petals.
The petals were beautiful, but the event they symbolized—the death of a god-tier mage—sent chills down the spines of those who witnessed it.
God-tier mages were considered nearly immortal.
Yet now, one had fallen at the hands of Owen!
This was the first time since the post-divine era that a mortal had slain a god!
…
Amidst the blood-colored rain.
Rictor slowly raised his head as the crimson petals fell upon his weathered face, bringing with them a biting chill.
He stood frozen in place.
Owen, a mere master-tier mage, had somehow managed to cross three major tiers.
He had successfully slain a god!
Until now, Rictor had believed Owen’s claims were nothing more than the arrogant boasts of youth.
But now, Owen had actually done it!
At this moment, Rictor felt like a fool, slapped in the face by the harshness of reality. Even with all his composure as the head of Melodic Academy, his body trembled slightly, shaken by an unprecedented shock.
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In the Azure Kingdom.
Stanley, Charlotte, and the entire court, temporarily in charge of the kingdom’s affairs, were all frozen in place.
They had known Owen had vowed to attack Middle Earth’s Pyrothrone Kingdom for the sake of Emperor Leslie, and they had been terrified, filled with dread.
After all, the very names Middle Earth, Pyrothrone Kingdom, and god-tier mages had instilled them with deep-rooted fear ever since they were children.
Facing such a colossal power, they felt nothing but trembling fear and the desire to surrender.
Not only did they lack the courage to fight back, but they also didn’t even dare to think of resisting such a force.
And now, Owen, with his master-tier level, had single-handedly slain a god-tier mage, the Pyrothrone King, under the gaze of countless witnesses!
The court fell into a stunned silence after the shock subsided, and then, suddenly, all the ministers erupted into a frenzy!
They had thought they were following a peerless genius with unlimited potential, someone who might one day restore the glory of the Azure Kingdom.
But now, Owen’s true strength had proven to be far more terrifying than they ever imagined!
He could even kill a god-tier mage!
Had they indirectly sworn loyalty to a Godslayer?
“Excellent, excellent! The Azure Kingdom will know no more fear!”
Not only were the ministers cheering, their respect for Owen now deeply etched into their bones, but the people and mages of the Azure Kingdom were also celebrating with overwhelming joy.
As citizens of the Azure Kingdom, Owen’s incredible accomplishment made them all feel a sense of pride and superiority.
Meanwhile, the other powers across the continent, witnessing the falling petals, had complex expressions.
They knew Owen’s talent was unparalleled, likely the greatest in all history.
But in such a short time, he had not only become a master-tier mage, but he had also achieved something no one had done in thousands of years: he had slain a god!
And he had done so openly, with countless witnesses!
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