Ashen Dragon-Chapter 1290 - 401: The Sun’s Wrath (Part 2)
The nobles in the hall also drew their weapons, looking vigilantly at the Titan Divine Descendants, and the atmosphere between the two sides instantly became tense.
Gante lightly tapped the ground with his scepter, and golden light rippled out in circles within the hall, washing over everyone’s bodies, burning their eyes and skin.
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen nobles collapsed to the ground, among them not a few warriors of the supernatural level.
Legendary Priest.
Feeling the intense pressure, Adrian gripped his longsword tightly, sweat seeping from his white knuckles.
With a strong opponent of this level, even one-on-one, he was not confident of victory. Although at this distance, it was advantageous for a Paladin like him, those four Titan Divine Descendant guards were clearly not easy to deal with either.
It seems the Cassandra people had been planning for this day for a long time, waiting to decapitate their Seleucid high-ranking officials.
After all, in a few days, the diplomatic mission from Isdalia would arrive, and many of the Empire’s strong figures would gather here; this might be their last chance.
"We must leave quickly!"
"This place is not safe to stay!"
"Damn Duke Hawke, he actually brought people like this in. We should never have rescued him from the Dragon Worship Church’s dungeon!"
The nobles supported each other, crawling on the ground, trying to leave.
But the moment they reached out towards the open door, the hand of a young baron was burnt to ash, leaving only a charred stump. He howled in pain, his face full of terror and despair.
"How can this be!"
"Damn it, it’s a barrier! Those Cassandra people set up a barrier here! This is a trap!"
It turns out the doorway of the hall had already been intercepted by an invisible barrier.
This barrier had clearly been set up for a long time, a fire magic filter capable of incinerating anything trying to pass through to ashes, even for a Divine Favored like Adrian it would take considerable effort to break it.
Gante didn’t even look at the young baron, merely saying lightly, "Leaving a banquet without the host’s permission is extremely rude, do your Seleucid nobles lack even this basic awareness?"
"Are you trying to start a war?"
Adrian mobilized the divine favor power within, golden aurora also spreading from him, compared to Gante, that light was more peaceful, yet equally imposing, exuding a certain unwavering strength.
Behind him, flames condensed into angelic wings, burning feathers fluttered in the hall, making the air hotter. This was the power of the "Son of the Sun" who leads the Seleucid people against the Tiamat Church.
Two forces both containing solar power collided, flames surged at the edges, space distorted, the glass in the hall shattered under the impact shockwave, turning into countless crystal shards.
Facing Adrian’s threat, the woman in priest’s robes showed no fear, her expression indifferent, stepping forward with a composed and elegant demeanor:
"Start a war? We’re merely reclaiming the inheritance we rightfully won."
"Face reality, stop making futile resistance, Adrian, we are the true inheritors of the Sun God’s great will."
She took another step, slowly raising the Sun Staff in her hand, sighing deeply as if narrating a myth:
"Years ago, the proud and arrogant Fadlan people betrayed Amanata, the selfless god bore the sins of all beings, resulting in the sun’s fall, the world plunged into dark silence, the once vast empire shattered, its glory gone, each of us who survived carries a deep original sin..."
Gante’s voice gradually became fervent: "Then, the great Tezcano was born from Amanata’s unyielding corpse! He returned to the world, encircling it with endless flames, bringing light.
With vast benevolence, He forgave the sins of the world, a grace that cannot be repaid for generations! Therefore, all life must offer its insignificant return, sacrificing hearts to Him, and any heretic betraying His Majesty Tezcano should be burned by fire, suffering eternally - that is the day of wrath, the flame of revenge!"
Hearing such doctrine, Adrian fell silent, hostility in his heart growing stronger.
"Enough!"
He roared in anger, the fire wings on his back flapping, stirring up scorching gales. "Stop preaching your blasphemous doctrines! Heretic!"
No matter what the origin of that Sun God is, it is definitely not Amanata, the one remembered by the Paladin! This is undoubtedly a shameless impostor!
Worshipping the sun, honoring the law, and thanking Him with a heart full of longing for the grand gift He bestows upon the world — sunlight, this is the true essence of the Amanata Church.
It is absolutely not about some eternal fire of vengeance or an unrepayable favor that must be incinerated — the beings born with the original sin that leads to the sun’s fall!
The Sun God Church does not perform primitive, brutal sacrifices like offering hearts; that’s something only an evil god like Tiamat would do!
"How dare you—"
Gante looked at Adrian with eyes that suddenly turned incomparably cold, full of killing intent and anger: "Ungrateful mortal, you have already betrayed the divine once, do you also intend to refuse the graciousness of His Majesty Tezcano?"
With His voice, the temperature suddenly rose, and everything in the hall seemed to start melting.
"Just an apostle of an evil god, daring to call yourself a favored one of the sun, how utterly ridiculous! Die together with the god you falsely claim allegiance to!"
Adrian stepped on the ground, fire wings flapping behind him, and swung the longsword in his hand through the air, transforming into an afterimage shrouded in radiance, striking towards Gante at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
At this distance, as a legendary paladin, he was confident he could decapitate the opponent directly.
However, just as he reached the priest, a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of Gante’s mouth. The scepter in His hand glowed intensely, and a complex array appeared on the ground.
It turned out they had long been prepared with a corresponding spell! Just waiting for Adrian’s arrival.
Sun Killing Array!
Dozens of thick, burning flame serpents suddenly surged from the ground. They hissed hoarsely, abruptly coiling around Adrian’s strong body, wrapping in several loops around his neck, arms, chest, and thighs.
Accompanied by roars, the giant serpents continued to tighten, trying to strangle the paladin directly.
"Truly a foolish brute,... hehe, since you are so ignorant of what is good for you, return that power to me."
A confident smile appeared on Gante’s face. With a light wave of the scepter, the flames in mid-air condensed into a lizard-like head, with its bloody mouth open, biting towards Adrian’s heart.
That was where the Amanata Divine Power resided. As long as it was devoured, the blessings of the Sun God would belong to them.
"In the name of the Sun God—"
Wrapped by dozens of giant serpents, Adrian shouted mightily with all his strength. The Sun God Power within him suddenly erupted, with countless sharp, fine light blades shooting from his body, instantly slicing apart the serpents wrapped around him.
"Cultist, die!"
Fire erupted in Adrian’s eyes. He appeared at that moment like a fireball tearing through the sky, crashing into Gante with an unmatched momentum.
Yet, the four Titan Divine Descendants stepped forward silently to intercept, their towering bodies like a tall wall, shielding the legendary priest behind them.
Their heavy hammers swung in unison, carrying a terrifying shockwave, smashing towards Adrian’s direction. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
That was the unique, mountain-cracking ability of the Titan Divine Descendants—
Shock Strike!
Adrian did not retreat but instead swung his sword with all his might, attaching all the Sun God Power within him to the blade, which burst forth with dazzling light.
"Boom—"
With an earth-shattering roar, flames burst forth, dust flew, and the air trembled in the powerful shockwave, the ground crisscrossed with countless fissures.
The walls and stone pillars collapsed suddenly, this magnificent ducal residence shattering like a fragile glass cup, crumbling into ruins.
And Adrian was blasted back ten meters, thrusting his sword deep into the ground, barely preventing himself from being blown out of the flame barrier.
Meanwhile, the appearance of the four Titans was also quite distressed, with their entire armor in tatters, a scorched scar appearing on their chests, and even their heavy hammers partially melted.
