LRAB Chapter 298 The End Remains Unchanged: Hunting the Ancient Dragon
Chapter 298 The End Remains Unchanged: Hunting the Ancient Dragon
Chapter 298 The End Remains Unchanged: Hunting the Ancient Dragon
The two colossal beasts were locked in a fierce battle, and every move they made could unleash countless natural disasters. Even the high-ranking chosen ones who had made it into the fray had to temporarily avoid their sharp edge in the face of the aftermath of their battle.
"Quack! It's a fight between experts! Everyone, retreat!"
"Damn, we're both high-ranking Chosen Ones, so how come their strength is on a completely different level from ours?"
"I think I understand now. We are at the higher level because that's all we can do, while they are at the highest level."
After retreating an unknown distance, the director, the sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect, Skran, and the others finally stopped and looked back in the direction they had come from, their faces filled with shock.
"Gurgle."
Someone swallowed hard, feeling parched, and said hoarsely, "Are they even human? If this keeps up, the entire Mingtan Beach might be torn down!"
"You called them people?" A person next to him had just retorted when his expression suddenly changed, and he and the people around him retreated a distance.
As the aftershocks of the battle swept in, the area where everyone had just been stood seemed to have been crushed by a giant beast, with large amounts of matter evaporating out of thin air and swirling dust and snow falling.
The director's expression turned grave. He turned to Skran and asked, "You've had the most contact with that gentleman and know him best. Do you think he'll win this battle?"
"I don't even know where the end of the universe is, so how would I know this?" Skran smiled bitterly. "Besides, the one who knows the most about that gentleman is not me, but Miss Su Youli."
"You... by the way, where is Miss Su?"
The bureau chief looked around but couldn't find the aloof girl.
"I don't know. In this chaotic situation, we're lucky if we can even take care of ourselves, let alone care about others."
Shaking his head helplessly, Skran could only place his hopes on Modi, sincerely praying that he could defeat the nemesis of the God of Light lineage.
This is not just about faith, but also about the future of the Darklight Council.
After all, they had staked the entire faction on him, and even their long-planned deification scheme was incorporated into the ceremony.
boom!
"The Beach has been torn apart!"
Following the sound, everyone looked and saw a formidable chasm stretching across the sea from east to west, not only separating the beach but also extending to the other side of the ocean.
A large amount of seawater surged into the chasm, but no matter how much entered, the chasm remained unbroken, like a bottomless abyss.
"The Beach is getting more and more dangerous. We should leave quickly, otherwise who knows when a ripple will come and kill us all."
"Don't forget our trial mission. If the Beach is destroyed, how will we get back to the starting point?"
"Take care of your own life first, then think about the mission!"
Just as everyone was debating whether to leave the Nether Beach, the sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect, who had been staring at the chasm, seemed to sense something, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
He took a deep breath and roared, "Stop arguing! Look at that insurmountable barrier! That gentleman has fulfilled his promise and opened up the path back to the origin for us!"
He then pointed to the abyss stretching across the sea, and everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.
"You mean, the origin lies beneath the abyss?"
Skran immediately understood, and his eyes widened as if struck by lightning.
He understood.
The path to the mission lies right here.
"That's the prison where ancient dragons are held, the concept of death derived from the Death Ray, and the origin of the mission requirements."
"Then what are we waiting for? Before the next wave of repercussions arrives, let's quickly cross the chasm and complete the mission."
Otherwise, you'll miss this opportunity.
Everyone was either surprised or delighted, but no one took the first step. They were either watching and waiting, or they were encouraging others to do the same.
We are all high-ranking chosen ones, and we are all shrewd and intelligent. It is impossible for us to risk going deep into the abyss just because of a few words.
The sect leader of the Ancient Immortal Sect glanced at his timid companion, snorted disdainfully, and flew towards the chasm without saying a word.
The director, Skran, and others also figured it out, and disappeared almost at the same time as him, only half a step behind.
The leaders of the three forces all took action, and their subordinates naturally followed suit. In a short while, some of the chosen ones present had left.
With someone taking the lead, the remaining chosen ones looked at each other in bewilderment, and many more made their own decisions, stepping into the insurmountable barrier one after another, never to return.
After one group of people left, the last group finally couldn't sit still any longer.
However, hesitation only leads to more trouble.
This phrase is perfectly suited to describe these people.
They never expected that, just as they were hesitating, a huge figure would suddenly appear above them.
The colossal object, towering over the mountains, crashed down, crushing them into dust before they could even set foot on the chasm.
No one survived.
"He...he has some skill."
Gu Long got up in a disheveled state, not even realizing that he had crushed a few ants.
Its condition was far worse than when it had just escaped; dozens of light spears were stuck in its back, almost turning it into a hedgehog.
The light spear, like a lightning rod, continuously draws in the power of the black sun and pours it into its body.
Now, it's as if it's been given a large dose of anesthesia; not only has it lost its proud, stable body, but the power of the entire dragon has also been severely suppressed.
"Damn the black sun!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The ancient dragon was burning with rage and propelled its body forward, crashing headfirst into the dimly lit Modi.
The land and sea trembled in unison, and the beach, unable to bear the weight, finally shattered into pieces.
"Still have the energy to yell and curse? Looks like I didn't beat you hard enough!"
Modi's eyes were icy cold, his breath coming in short gasps, and countless light spears in his hands had been destroyed.
As the darkness fell, his power grew stronger, while the light feathers on his body grew increasingly dim.
The dark sun is the reflection of the god of light; the closer it gets to the end, the dimmer it becomes, the greater the power it can bestow.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Modi's radiant feathers became nearly black, approaching a critical point, and the power he had suppressed and hidden finally erupted.
A sense of crisis suddenly erupted, and the bloodthirsty Gu Long suddenly realized his mistake and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Retreat? Why retreat?"
The words of the Ancient Dragon, spoken by the Dark Dragon, were cold and devoid of any warmth, extinguishing the burning anger within the Ancient Dragon's heart.
What's with this overwhelming, antagonistic aura?
It couldn't understand why it, being the apex predator in the food chain, would fear this fake creature that had stolen the blood of an ancient dragon.
A multitude of questions filled my mind, and I had no clue what to do, but fear is fear, and fear needs no reason.
"It's almost time."
Modi grinned menacingly.
As the last vestiges of the black sun disappeared below the horizon, and the swallowed light returned to the world, his power also reached its peak.
The power bestowed by the Black Sun surged forth, which he poured into the Dragon Slayer Spear, along with the concept of ending the unchanging.
The latter is the core item; with it, even an ordinary weapon can become a divine weapon capable of slaying immortals.
"We beseech the Black Sun, the reflection of the God of Light, the one who ends the unchanging..."
3
Gu Long felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave; the redness in his eyes faded, leaving only pure rationality and chilling coldness.
Even the fear that Modi brought it was suppressed by its dominant reason, and it couldn't stir up a single wave.
Admittedly, it suffered the same treatment as the Holy Lord, its wisdom long since been crushed and obliterated by the prison.
Even the power that we are so proud of can only be preserved to some extent by relying on its unchanging and constant characteristics.
However, even within the cage forged by the death ray, there are still things that cannot be erased.
That was the innate arrogance of the ancient dragon race, or you could say their pride.
Ancient dragons are arrogant because of their bloodline, and the blood of ancient dragons is noble because of ancient dragons.
It picked up a fragment of memory and vaguely recalled a word.
"Coldrian, that's my name, meaning 'the indestructible shield.'"
The moment its true name was uttered, its softened scales hardened again, and the unchanging and constant field descended once more.
This is the liberation of true name, one of Gu Long's talents.
The slump vanished, and only pure determination remained in Cordelion's eyes.
It also possesses the courage to fight to the death.
"Let me see if your spear can pierce my shield."
"As you wish."
Modi raised the spear that would end the unchanging, and within the dragon's body was a surge of powerful blood energy.
He mobilized everything in the endless sea of blood, including the Blood Sea Spring Elementalists and Su Youli, who was hiding within it, all of whom offered their power to him without reservation.
Driven by him, the Unchanging Spear, with its spiraling tip like a rotating drill, pierced the sky and broke through the first layer of constant field constructed by Cordrian.
Then, the spear that ended the immutability crashed into the ancient dragon's scales, igniting a conflict between change and immutability.
This is a struggle between an invincible spear, symbolizing change, and an unbreakable, unchanging shield, just like the war that took place on Itnity countless years ago.
It can be said that the struggle between the two symbolizes two completely opposite ideologies.
"Gu Long has failed once, but this time, I will not lose."
With all its strength concentrated on its scales to resist the inevitable, fatal shot, Cordeline was unable to move, but its eyes revealed its determination.
It wants to win, to bring back that unchanging and eternal era.
Modi seemed to understand its meaning, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"Eternity and immutability sound wonderful, but they are impossible fantasies. Everything is constantly evolving and changing; trying to maintain the status quo will only lead to being crushed."
Regardless of whether the God of Light is benevolent or not, and regardless of whether the doctrines he spreads are reasonable, there is only one thing that Mordy always agrees with.
"The only constant is change itself."
The shared belief fueled the fight against immutability.
The spear tip moved forward little by little, putting pressure on the dragon scales and causing them to dent slightly.
Even the smallest change is still a change, and for the dragon scales, whose symbol remains unchanged, it is a heavy blow.
Change has occurred, and Cordelion's indestructible shield has become vulnerable, meaning its immutability is about to come to an end.
Almost the instant the dent appeared, the Unchanging Spear of Ending pierced the ancient dragon's scales, thrusting its tip into Cordelion's flesh.
The unchanging thing itself has been changed.
Cordeline's momentum rapidly declined; it knew its life was about to end.
Mordy was aware of this as well. He stared at Cordelion, and as its status plummeted, a scarlet dead spot finally appeared in his eye.
Even for an ordinary person to reach this point, truly killing Gu Long would be no easy task.
As a being comparable to an immortal, the Ancient Dragon exists both upstream and downstream of the timeline; only by killing all of it simultaneously can it be considered truly killed.
Previous Dragon Hunters all possessed the Death Ray, a powerful weapon, and being immortals themselves, they naturally had deadly moves against ancient dragons.
However, most beings below the level of immortals lack specific methods, and even if they manage to reach this point through trickery, they still cannot kill the ancient dragons.
Only Modi was an exception.
Using the observational ability of Dead Point Strike, he saw the timeline of an ancient dragon named Cordelion.
And its fatal flaws at different stages.
So he thrust his unchanging spear towards the point of death.
After incorporating the concept of the unchanging end, this spiral spear has become a true high-level demon artifact, and one that is not under any higher authority.
Naturally, it also possesses the ability to withstand the backlash of time and launch attacks across timelines.
When the spearhead pierces the dead spot, the final curtain falls for Cordelairn.
On the continuous timeline, its death point at every moment shattered at the same time, and the existence called "Kolderion" was precisely erased at this moment.
What remained before Modi was nothing more than the corpse of an ancient dragon that had lost its true name and identity, containing only pure essence.
His mastery of the "dead point strike" technique has reached a level of unparalleled skill. He is now capable of precisely erasing certain concepts without damaging related things in the slightest.
"The calamity has passed."
Modi drew his Unchanging End Spear, a hint of weariness flashing across his face.
After a long and fierce battle, he fought his way from the altar to the Annihilation Void, and then fought his way out of the Void, shattering the entire Underworld Beach. The dangers he encountered were indescribable.
Fortunately, he was resilient, and the authority of the Dragon Slayer Apostle and the blessing of the Black Sun gave him a lot of leeway, which allowed him to successfully kill a dying ancient dragon.
"Cheer up, it's time to collect the spoils."
As he shook off his fatigue and was about to attack the ancient dragon's corpse, he suddenly felt a continuous flow of power into his body, lifting him over the next threshold.
Modi was slightly taken aback and carefully sensed that power.
To his surprise, this power was of the same origin as the dim light feathers on his body, belonging to the departed ancient god of light.
"The black sun has descended, so where did the power of the God of Light come from? No, this is... a dragon-hunting ritual."
Rituals do not necessarily require incantations or a venue; sometimes, a specific ritual can be completed simply by imitating a particular behavior.
The only prerequisite for the dragon-hunting ritual is to emulate the experience of the God of Light and hunt down an ancient dragon with a frail body. Once an ancient dragon is killed, one can become a dragon-hunting apostle.
That is, to become an immortal.
For the immortals, this ritual is ineffective; for the long-lived, it is an impossible task. No matter how you look at it, its significance is not great.
"In the end, it benefited me." Modi didn't know what expression to make. He just instinctively felt that he should digest the ancient dragon's corpse before he was promoted to Dragon Hunter Apostle.
His true path should not be the path of light, but only his own Styx path, which is the path he should take.
Without further hesitation, a large amount of blood gushed out from beneath his radiant feathers.
Blood swirled up the ancient dragon's corpse, plunging it into a vast sea of blood.
The sea of blood was operating at full speed, beginning to dismantle the ancient dragon's corpse, digesting the vast essence contained within, and lifting Modi onto the immortal throne.