Chapter 405: The Saint's Tears Upon Knowing the Truth

"Alphax, I will not kill you."

"Instead, I will let you eternally reside within this saintly body, then sink into perpetual regret and suffering."

"For a mortal as arrogant as you, this is the best punishment."

The Flame Lord Saint noticed Alphax's remorse and spoke indifferently.

The battle outside continued unabated, the situation evident.

Within the realm of flames, the combat prowess of the Flame Lord Saint far surpassed that of ordinary demigods. Now, with the aid of some fire mages, each royal demigod and fire mage began to fall into a noticeable decline, retreating in defeat and dying one after another.

In the entire battle, only two outsiders remained unaffected.

Moreover, ordinary aftershocks were something that Garon and Isaac could easily ignore.

Many legends, demigods, and divine saints were involved in this rare melee, which Garon and Isaac watched with great interest, unblinkingly critiquing the battle below.

"Even facing five opponents, he still has the upper hand. The saint is indeed formidable."

"The clash between these two elemental fire mages looks fierce, but how come it seems like they haven't lost a drop of blood?"

Just as Garon and Isaac were engrossed.

Suddenly, within the area covered by flames, a rainbow-colored light emerged, forming a circular portal.

The figure of the rainbow dragon, Chris, leaped out from it.

"Chris, why have you only just arrived?"

"The good part is almost over."

Seeing Chris arrive, Isaac muttered.

Garon, noting Chris's anxious expression, asked, "What's wrong? You seem a bit rushed?"

Chris hurriedly said, "Don't stay here any longer."

"The wind mages are preparing to cast a resonance spell to create an apocalyptic wind that will destroy both the Alphatia Empire and this primary material world."

Hearing this, Garon looked towards the sky.

While the battle was raging at the imperial capital.

The wind mages on the main star, realizing that attacking the realm of flames was not a good idea, after much consideration and completely disillusioned with the empire, made a final decision.

They informed all the wind mages of the satellite worlds, all the surviving wind mages of the Alphatia Empire, to perform a large-scale resonance spell, similar to how they once filled the entire cosmos with breathable wind, to create a devastating wind that would annihilate all life and disintegrate the world.

Because they already created the Victorious Wind Vortex.

With the Victorious Wind Vortex as a base, the difficulty of this apocalyptic spell was greatly reduced.

This plan, proposed by radical wind mages at the start of the civil war and secretly prepared in the dark, was not executed earlier because the war had just broken out and the wind mages still had a sliver of hope that the empire would admit its mistakes. However, as the war progressed and more friends and relatives died, the wind mages completely lost hope.

The fire mages finally intended to propose peace.

However, they only did so because they realized they were no match for the wind mages and sought peace out of desperation.

Now, the wind mages had no more attachments.

Having been betrayed by their empire, they decided to destroy it along with this primary material world.

Just as the fire mages in various worlds were relieved, thinking the wind mages did not want to continue the war and that the civil war was finally coming to an end.

The Alphatia Empire's main star and its eighteen satellite worlds. After preparing to leave this primary material world through plane transfer spells, the wind mages began the joint resonance of their proud Alphatian bloodline.

"Forget the Alphatia Empire."

"This empire, this primary material world, will no longer exist from now on."

After completing the spell, the emotionally numb and indifferent wind mages did not look at the effects of their spell and began to leave one after another.

Meanwhile, in the vast cosmos.

Due to the resonance spell cast by countless wind mages, a gray, destructive wind suddenly emerged near the main star, absorbing and transforming the previously pervasive Victorious Wind Vortex into an apocalyptic wind vortex, rapidly growing in strength.

The Alphatia Empire's main star was the first to be affected, with the epicenter of the apocalyptic wind vortex's eruption there.

Crack, crack, the continental plates burst open with countless web-like fissures, deep and bottomless cracks appeared everywhere, the ocean roared with waves tens of meters high, and the gray wind descended from the sky, enveloping the entire planet.

This planet began to crumble.

At the imperial capital, located within the realm of flames, the spellcasters also sensed something was amiss.

"What's happening?"

"It seems like the main star is trembling?"

"No, the Victorious Wind Vortex has undergone a change

, what have those wind mages done?"

During the melee, the spellcasters momentarily ceased fighting, all showing signs of tension.

At that time, six of the royal demigods were already dead, with only one remaining, and many of the divided fire mages had also suffered heavy casualties.

"Let's go to space and see."

After scanning the surroundings, Garon spoke to Isaac and Chris.

The three mighty dragons soared into the sky, their massive bodies rapidly ascending, soon breaking through the atmosphere and appearing in the vacuum of the cosmos, looking down at the empire's main star from outer space.

Unknown when.

Masses of gray wind surrounded the entire main star, carrying a desolate, barren, dead, and cold air, growing more and more intense.

Garon sharply felt.

The wind that was originally breathable for lifeforms and navigable for fleets was being infused into the cold, dead wind, and it was becoming increasingly intense.

"If this continues, the entire primary material world will be destroyed."

"Those wind mages are really cruel."

Isaac muttered.

When the primary material world is destroyed, all life within it is doomed, and even true gods must be cautious.

Hiss!

Hundreds of rays of light shot into the sky, and many legendary fire mages also left the crumbling main star, reaching the outer vacuum of space, unsure what to do as they looked at the main star engulfed by the apocalyptic wind vortex.

Feeling the situation was dire, some fire mages began to cast plane transfer spells to leave the primary material world.

However, the wind mages had already set restrictions.

Ordinary, fire-element-based plane transfer spells were severely impacted, and essentially only the highest-tier spellcasters could safely leave.

"Follow me, my apostles, and return to the plane of fire."

The Flame Lord Saint spoke indifferently.

Under His will, within the realm of flames on the main star, a portal formed, allowing an escape from the primary material world to the safe plane of fire.

The fire mages who had already betrayed the empire did not hesitate, quickly returning to the realm of flames on the main star and beginning to leave the primary material world.

Those fire mages still loyal to the empire stood silently, hesitating to move.

"Noble Flame Lord, now, the payment you promised us should be due."

The silver dragon looked at the Flame Lord Saint and said.

The Flame Lord Saint turned around, his gaze burning hot as he locked eyes with Garon.

The newly fused saint, merging two divine presences, exhibited a daunting divine might, making both Isaac and Chris somewhat nervous and defensive, but Garon remained calm, quietly facing the Flame Lord Saint without flinching.

"You are quite bold."

The Flame Lord Saint said.

Garon grinned and replied, "I trust the promise of an elemental lord god."

After a pause, Garon calmly added, "Of course, I'm also curious about how powerful a mighty godly saint can be."

As he spoke, the fangs in the dragon's mouth gleamed menacingly.

"You seem quite confident facing me."

The Flame Lord Saint appeared puzzled.

He did not understand where Garon's confidence came from, this demigod dragon from another time-space, seemingly possessing an undefeated proud confidence.

The newly fused saint, now even as the primary material world was on the verge of shattering, could exhibit even greater power, with the gap between him and ordinary demigods resembling a chasm.

"I respect every mighty divine power."

"But I also fear no divine might."

"As for where my confidence comes from, whether it is goodwill or malice towards us, will be evident."

Garon said.

"Oh? That's quite the statement."

"If I refuse to give you your due, what would you want to do? For instance, take this saint of mine?"

The Flame Lord Saint, intrigued, looked at the silver dragon.

Hearing the Flame Lord Saint's words, Isaac and Chris muttered under their breath, "An elemental lord god still trying to default, how shameless. No wonder Emperor Alphax wanted to capture your saint and not deal with you."

These words reached the Flame Lord Saint's ears, causing his face to darken slightly.

Meanwhile.

Garon tilted his chin up and said, "How could that be? You are the king of the flame world, and even if someone had the ability, who would dare to meddle with your saint? Of course, excluding the mundane emperors of mundane empires, their ambitions are quite significant."

The Flame Lord Saint's expression darkened even further.

Before He could erupt in anger, the silver dragon smiled slightly and said, "If you are unwilling to fulfill your promise, we will only compile the deeds of the Alphatia Empire into books and spread them across various plane worlds, letting the world know the true face of the great Flame Lord."

Hearing this, the Flame Lord Saint's gaze turned icy.

In reality.

The Flame Lord Saint was not sting

y, unwilling to reward Garon and the other dragons.

He was unwilling for his affairs to be spread, so he harbored some intent to kill Garon and the others but was somewhat uncertain of these legendary dragons' strength and background, hence the probing.

If Garon and the others had shown a lack of confidence, the Flame Lord Saint's intent to kill would have only intensified, leading him to act directly to kill the dragons and silence them.

But Garon's current display was not just confident.

To the Flame Lord Saint, Garon seemed eager, as if waiting for him to make a move.

As both parties confronted each other, the atmosphere grew more solemn and tense.

Simultaneously.

Crack, crack, viewed from outer space, the Alphatia Empire's main star was showing alarming giant fissures, the gray apocalyptic wind growing stronger, and spreading to distant areas.

Under the three dragons' watchful eyes, the Flame Lord Saint's flickering gaze calmed down.

He extended his palm, and strands of flame gathered, forming into three crystals resembling a frozen flame.

"Crystals formed from the primal fire element, sufficient as your compensation."

Saying so, the three crystals were tossed to the dragons.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Accepting the primal fire element crystals, Garon spoke politely.

Without saying anything further, the Flame Lord Saint's form faded away, quickly disappearing from the dragons' view.

"Phew, that was scary."

Isaac and Chris both exhaled in relief.

Confronting the Flame Lord Saint, even with Garon at the forefront, they both felt immense psychological pressure.

"Why are you afraid?"

"Don't the rainbow dragon clan have powerful ancestral elders?"

"In times of danger, at least you have clan elders who would intervene."

Garon stated.

Isaac and Chris exchanged glances, then simultaneously said, "Clan elders only protect and guard underage clan members. After reaching adulthood, one must bear the consequences of their actions. Provoking a mighty divine power is something we dare not do."

Both rainbow dragons expressed admiration, "Garon is amazing, casually keeping his cool and even bluffing the Flame Lord Saint into thinking we aren't afraid of Him."

Garon scratched his head, "I thought you had elder protection, so I was fearless."

Because he didn't plan to use the Time Reversal Dragon ability, he truly thought this way.

Additionally, Garon was considering if this situation led to encountering a powerful divine power rainbow dragon, he could potentially gain some dragon life experiences.

"Ah?"

Hearing Garon's words and realizing the truth, both rainbow dragons fell silent.

After a brief silence, Isaac and Chris suddenly burst into laughter, rolling in the void with joy, "Haha, if the Flame Lord knew our supposed confidence was actually like this, he would probably die of anger."

Influenced by the two rainbow dragons, Garon also began to laugh heartily.

Meanwhile.

Just as the three legendary dragons were joyfully laughing, the Alphatia Empire's main star began to crumble into space debris, and as time passed, the debris under the scouring of the apocalyptic wind turned into fine particles like dust, being swept away by the wind vortex and continuing to spread and consume further.

The laughter ceased.

Looking towards the disintegrating main star, Garon said, "Let's leave this primary material world first, to avoid being buried with it."

Isaac and Chris nodded in agreement.

Using the timeline of the continent of Noah as coordinates, Garon activated time transport, taking the two rainbow dragons away from the Alphatia world first.

Within the vast cosmic sphere.

The apocalyptic wind vortex, wherever it passed, destroyed all matter and energy, turning it into even more ferocious winds.

Whether it was densely packed asteroid belts or planets floating in the vacuum of space, they all began to disintegrate under the apocalyptic wind vortex, the pace accelerating, successively consuming the Alphatia Empire's main star and its eighteen satellite worlds, and still expanding relentlessly.

The fire mages of the Alphatia Empire, along with the common folk and various creatures unable to leave, were all buried with the stars by the apocalyptic wind.

The elemental chaos of this primary material world intensified, and material rules gradually lost control.

Before long, it would completely collapse, turning into a realm of death.

A once glorious and mighty super magic empire, ultimately collapsing along with its birth world, faced a fate more tragic than any other magic empire Garon had witnessed.

No mundane empire can endure through the ages, no matter how splendid and powerful it may be at one time.

In the endless planes of the multiverse, only the gods and the immortal endure.

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