"Is it the Demon Dragon? The monster you hid in the deepest part of the Western Territory’s Domain of Void, is it the Abyssal Demon Dragon?" he asserted.
Sorrow Bell was slightly taken aback, then laughed heartily as he charged towards Ian: [You actually know? So, in the future, did it successfully co into being? This is truly the most difficult war I’ve ever fought, turns out the Prophet could even foresee your trump card early on.]
[But this ti, there’s no need for it to appear, you will be defeated by regardless!]
"Wrong."
And Fairy Ian swung his sword, forcing back Sorrow Bell, then gracefully flipped backward, evading the sonic blast cannon Sorrow Bell secretly unleashed.
He smiled and said, "Do you know why I’m stalling you, and why I built two defense lines that clearly can’t stop the demons, forcing you to concentrate your main forces around the defense lines?"
"I’m waiting for the orbital weapons to aim, what are you waiting for?"
[What?] At this mont, Sorrow Bell was stunned, then, with the blessing of the Cursed Soil, his powerful telepathic ability made him aware of an extrely terrifying crisis.
A crisis that... cannot be stopped, cannot be avoided, no matter where on the Golden Plains, it’s hard to escape this strike!
[Oh no!]
In that instant, Sorrow Bell’s eyes widened, and he looked up at the sky.
Just a dozen minutes ago, when Ian mobilized the Heart of Terra’s computational power to engage with him at full force, the attack from the sky had already begun.
From Terra’s satellite orbit, it takes about fifteen minutes to fall to the surface. During these fifteen minutes, the enemy must be kept in the sa position, unable to move into the Domain of Void, and must not even have the ti to realize the crisis is approaching.
So, during these fifteen minutes, the Demonic Army was caught in the fiercest battle of offense and defense at the second line of defense in South Ridge. By the ti they noticed that the Silverpeak Leading Army and Nineteenth Legion had withdrawn into underground bunkers, and that they were battling unmanned armors and drones, they had no ti to retreat.
And in the Domain of Void, Adalbert, intervening at just the right mont, was pressuring all demons to withdraw from it—compared to the unknown danger from above, indeed the Giant of Light’s heavy punches were even more terrifying.
By now, seventy percent of the Demonic Army was positioned between the first and second defense lines of South Ridge... an open and defenseless no-man’s land!
And at that mont, they saw the stars!
Everyone saw the stars.
In South Ridge, Qiang Steel Sacred Mountain, while constructing the second Ultra-Giant Magstorm Tower, preparing for possible future demon battles, Elder Mantle gazed at the firmant, where suddenly hundreds of densely packed flaming stars lit up, these stars trailing long tails, continuously rging into a whole.
"The celestial fire falls from the top of the sky... and judgnt descends from here."
The forr Priest of the Dragon God, now the Archbishop of the Supre Spirit Sect’s Mountain People’s District, Elder Mantle recited Ian’s prophecy previously announced to everyone, only to find that everyone around him, including his grandson, was kneeling on one knee, praying devoutly to the calamity fire descending from the heavens.
"It seems the Prophet’s prophecy has been fulfilled." He gazed into the distant black Domain of Void, the elder who had reached the Third Energy Level smiled: "Then, it’s ti to set out."
"Look. Cotes, my child..."
At Harrison Port, atop the Viscount’s Mansion, Viscount Grant held his one-year-old child, gazing with emotion at the celestial fire already forming lines in the distance: "This is the power your teacher can summon... a true prophet, a real genius, far surpassing the existence of your father."
"And now, I shall strive for your future capital."
Handing over Cotes, who had fully inherited the Abyssal Leviathan Bloodline, with his deep blue hair, to his mother’s hands, Viscount Grant, piloting the Aether Armant, ignited and set off.
And his power... had also far surpassed that of the past!
Whether in Nauman City or Xiahui City, whether in Harrison Port or Agate Stone Plains, whether Mountain People or Imperial People, all saw the continuous celestial fire descending from the firmant.
No need for a broadcast, no need for screens, just a raise of the head let everyone see, everything was as the Prophet foretold—seemingly endless teors dragging fiery red tails filled the entire sky, descending relentlessly until...
They crashed onto the earth!
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