Bruh, I can't sleep...
So here is more chapters
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With a crisp chime, Mammon and the others vanished in an instant.
"Huh?"
Ecbert immediately sensed the anomaly, his gaze snapping toward where they had been.
No… not a retreat.
He knew at once—they wouldn't withdraw, not now. It had come too far.
"Jerna, be careful!"
Extending his perception to its limit, Ecbert's expression darkened. Their auras had reappeared—right beside Jerna's battlefield.
They were shifting their focus. Persimmons are always picked softest first; they had chosen Jerna as their breakthrough.
Using his magic, Ecbert's voice reached her ears.
"I understand. Please rest assured, senior."
Jerna's reply was steady, solemn.
A cold light flashed in her eyes. So they see me as the weak link? As their prey?
"Divine Sanction!"
Standing tall upon the sacred griffin's back, Jerna lifted her knight's spear high. Holy light surged forth, condensing into a massive orb of energy at its tip.
The giant-headed warrior noticed at once. His right arm clenched, bones crackling like thunder as he drew back a fist.
"Giant—Smash!"
His bellow shook the air, and his translucent fist-force hurtled toward Jerna like a storm.
"Tweet—!"
The sacred griffin shrieked sharply, flaring its massive wings. Countless white feathers launched like arrows, intercepting the giant fist in midair.
"Damn beast!" The warrior's face twisted in frustration. Without the griffin's aid, Jerna would already have fallen.
Feathers clashed against the fist, scattering light. Jerna thrust her spear, unleashing her Divine Sanction directly toward the giant.
But in that instant, a figure darted between the ruins of tall buildings, leaping skyward.
"The Power of Four Dawns!"
A long blade gleamed with four-colored light. Jerna's pupils shrank.
The silver-haired woman!
The blade howled like a comet, cutting straight for the sacred griffin's neck.
"Ascend!" Jerna commanded.
The griffin beat its wings hard, soaring higher. Shen Ji could leap far—but she could not fly.
Yet the four-colored sword struck true. The griffin cried out, blood spraying from a deep gash across its white neck.
"Tweet—!"
Though it dodged death, the wound was grievous.
Jerna's face remained calm. She pressed her palm to the griffin's neck, weaving holy light to staunch the blood.
On a nearby rooftop, Shen Ji landed lightly, her jade-pale face unreadable as she stared at her airborne prey.
"Too high… can't reach. Flying is troublesome."
Mammon's eyes narrowed. "So be it."
Dragon power surged within him, mingling with light magic until golden scales spread across his skin. His hands twisted into claws. Horns pierced from his brow. Wings unfurled from his back.
Dragonization.
"ROAR—!"
The heavens quaked as his body stretched into a radiant dragon, scales gleaming white-gold, wings blotting the sky.
"A… a dragon?!"
Li Yuqin's small face paled. Did I missee? My brother… became a dragon?
Naruto's bell trembled in her hand. Her voice shook. "Lord Xuan's dragonization… to this level? Direct transformation…?"
Shen Ji and the lion-headed warrior both frowned, sensing the immense power.
The divine dragon's crimson eyes locked onto Jerna and the griffin. With a sky-rending roar, it surged forward.
"Fabnir?!"
Jerna's eyes widened. The gleaming white-gold scales—the noble aura—it was unmistakable. The divine dragon of their Light God Realm.
But no… something was wrong. Fabnir's eyes were golden. This dragon's were blood-red, cold and merciless.
"Sacred griffin!"
Pushing doubt aside, Jerna called upon her mount. Holy radiance erupted from her spear.
"Arbitration of the Bright Lights!"
The griffin's body blazed with light as it hurled itself toward the dragon.
The two behemoths collided, shockwaves ripping through the air.
"ROAR—!"
The griffin reeled back, blood spraying from its feathers. The dragon's eyes glowed darker, its maw gaping wide. Golden energy condensed between its fangs, the air itself freezing.
Dragon Breath.
"Divine Sanction!"
Jerna's pupils contracted. She knew well—dragon breath was no mere attack. It was the apex of draconic destruction.
Her spear blazed, and the griffin's wings unleashed a rain of shining feathers.
But the breath tore through them, shredding light and arrows alike.
Without pause, Jerna thrust her spear forward. Holy energy burst forth, colliding with the dragon's breath.
BOOM—!
The sky exploded in a storm of elements.
"ROAR—!"
The dragon's chant rose again—long, deep, and ancient. An archaic prayer echoed with it, mysterious syllables that shook the heavens.
The world grew still. The air pressed down heavy, oppressive, divine.
Jerna's face paled.
Above them, faint stars of holy light began to form, glowing dimly with a beauty tainted by despair.
Dragon Magic—Destruction of Holy Light.