Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game

Chapter 457  The Death has Arrived

The golden flames subsided, and the white world incinerated into nothingness, fully revealing the outside world. The rays of fire and light constantly clashed against the brightly shining barriers shielding the angelic and draconic formations.

The dead piled on the ground littered with craters—angels, draconids, dracodactiles, and even occasional wyrm all dead or injured, blood pooling beneath them, 'All the destruction and death this war will bring.'

From the amount of XP he gained, Vesuvius couldn't but slightly grin as he knew his attack also took many pesky dodgy angels with it.

However, he was tired, his body itching after the sudden surge of divine energy and all his divine reserves were gone. It wasn't just a damaged body he could quickly repair. It also tore down his soul, which took much longer to regenerate. At least his two souls gave him enough durability to continue fighting for longer while his crown and the endless stream of mana slowly regenerated his divine energy.

Suddenly a strong pulse of holy and divine energy woke him out of his shock at the immense destruction as the thick white ray of light split the sky and reached the dragon with the speed of light before he could react, refracting in the dark and purple barrier protecting his body.

His newly generated divine energy flowed into the barrier, mending its cracks.

'Too many, I need to clear at least some of them to give my allies breathing space until reinforcement arrives.'

He flapped his wings and shot like a giant jet through the battlefield, his burning form smashing and crashing straight through the center of the angelic formation. The lightning, fire, and frost followed in his tracks, annihilating the white angels from existence, their charred and frozen corpses raining down with their shiny silver blood.

At least he could already feel the powerful aura of death quickly approaching like a tsunami crashing against the angelic auras along the way.

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'Reinforcements? That is good.'

More and more rays of light burst through the sky, the angels pointing their divine blades unleashing the sanctified rays at him from their tips as the Grigory angels in their armors engraved with glowing eyes caught up to him, reappearing all around him in bursts of mana and light.

"You will not run from the judgment, dragon!"

Each ray and smash of their swords exploded with force, cracking and breaking his barrier. Their eyes of light shone with pure zealotry and fanaticism, ready to die just to inflict injuries on him.

'I need a space to cull out their ranks with a large enough attack safely away from my own forces,' his soul and body were quickly getting worn down, all his reserves of divine energy long gone, with cracks in the barrier multiplying faster than they could mend.

His old plan of bidding for a time was invalid; he needed to cull his enemies to survive long enough.

With a single flap of his wings, the magic arrays ignited and the world and space warped. His vision shifted, and he reappeared further away from the battlefield, finally allowing him to see its full scale as the two armies clashed in explosions of elements.

Yet, he had no time to care about it seeing his allies and subordinates hold the angelic swarms at bay.

'They will catch up immediately, but it should give me a moment.'

His domain stretched and expanded, crushing the individually pathetic domains of the lesser angels with its sheer power and devouring them whole, turning them into small bubbles in the sea of bubbling magma.

The rocks were torn from the ground, the trees uprooted, and rivers sucked dry as everything rose and joined the spinning vortex. The rays of light didn't relent for even a moment, burning and crashing through the dark clouds of rubble.

The swarms of shining nanites surged out of his body, joining the rotating clouds of rubble.

The lightning was striking across the sky, illuminating everything in its blue electric glow. The stone and rubble melted, and the water froze to pitch-black nano blades propelled by the unimaginably fast winds of the spinning domain.

The sky turned into an electrifying shredder, sucking in the angels, their wings powerlessly flapping as they were dragged into their death—even with their eyes not containing even a speck of fear.

All the dragon's injuries healed even more, mana surging through him, slowly but surely replenishing his divine energy as his nanites digested the angels swallowed by the stormy blender.

The attacks didn't slow, the swords of the stronger angels with many wings cutting through the whirling death, their wings of light shining amidst the black chaos of the storm, the barriers of light repelling the burning and freezing blades in fireworks of colorful lights.

A sword of divine energy descended, its bright and pure light outshining all other lights with its perfect purity. The hundreds of emotionless eyes didn't even blink as the throne angels and cherubims, led by the three seraphs, reappeared through the storm surging around them.

Their huge forms of light suppressed the dragon's aura for the first time in ages. At once, they flapped their wings of light and shot toward the dragon with speed so fast only the blurry after images of pure light remained behind them.

'How many of them are here?'

The blades shattered the barrier with a loud cracking sound, piercing through the chaotically swirling elements and shattering the magic arrays behind them. The divine-charged energy showered the dragon, filling him with pain, but he just suppressed it.

It was just a pain, the tool to alert him of injuries and danger, not an authority ruling over him.

At last, the aura of death changed, expanding into the pure domain of unlife that encompassed the entire battlefield, darkening and dimming all the lights.

'So it was you.' The dragon breathed in relief as he noticed the mountain-sized, dark form of black and green scales quickly growing in size as it approached from beyond the horizon. The dark plants, whines, and roots, all burning in pale flames of death and shadows, wrapped around them in living armor.

The long-dead ancient dragon's domain soaked into the soil, the dead beasts and angels convulsing as they rose from the ground, all their eyes glowing in the purple hue of death.

For a single moment, the entire battlefield froze as the new force arrived.