King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 918 - 918 906 You Are Very Fortunate

Chapter 918: Chapter 906: You Are Very Fortunate Chapter 918: Chapter 906: You Are Very Fortunate It was an exceedingly blurred light and shadow, so vague that it had no definite shape, but when it appeared behind Aeolus and extended indefinitely, Aeolus found himself in a trance.

And his eyes, which seemed to flicker with light, now shone even more radiant and dazzling at this moment. The blinding brilliance made every demon that charged at him and met Aeolus’s golden pupils instinctively lower their heads in deference, feeling an overwhelming majesty that demanded their submission simply by gazing into those pupils.

At the same time, a misty light enveloped Aeolus’s body. Golden lightning arcs crawled over him, while an invisible wind spread from his being, and a domain began to take shape.

Every demon that came within a certain range of Aeolus felt a sensation of burning, paralysis, and slicing. Furthermore, they also felt a mental pressure akin to facing a Demon Lord.

The domain, with its multiple effects, was not immediately apparent at first. But as time passed, its coverage area continued to expand, and its effects kept intensifying.

Gradually, visible thunder and flames with a sacred burning effect started appearing around Aeolus, accompanied by invisible blades that demons couldn’t see, which tore their bodies apart.

Following the charge towards Aeolus, some demons with weaker strength were sliced into pieces before they could even reach him, while the slightly stronger ones merely had their skin and muscles cut open. However, the sacred flames that carried a purifying effect began to burn through their bones and organs, entering through their wounds.

The domain kept spreading, affecting an increasing number of demons—eight thousand, nine thousand, ten thousand… a hundred thousand. Aeolus, standing amidst it all, was like a rock withstanding the torrent, unyielding to any impact of the demonic tide, which only caused more demons to fall.

And this was merely the external change brought about by Aeolus’s breakthrough. Its grandeur was enough to stem the tide of a battle, but the transformation within him was even more astonishing.

His body continued to swell, and three pairs of proud dragon horns sprouted from his forehead. A radiant light spread out from behind him and then divided, forming ten light wings, which were still materializing to become tangible.

When the wings emerged, every demon within three thousand meters of Aeolus, those below the Gold Rank, were engulfed by a white, sacred holy fire and were directly reduced to ashes amid their howls and screams of agony.

Even the Gold Rank and Soul Intent Level demons let out painful roars. The closer they were to Aeolus, the greater the damage they suffered.

Nevertheless, no single demon retreated, for in this siege battle, the demons held the advantage. For every charging demon, a glance upwards revealed only their kind.

In fact, in a legion-style charge, it was very easy for demons to enter a Berserk State. As long as the casualty rate wasn’t too exaggerated, the idea of escape or retreat would not enter their minds.

So even as the ground around Aeolus became layered with ashes produced by the holy fire consuming the demons, they still continuously surged towards him.

Aeolus, almost single-handedly holding back the downward spiral of the devils, drew the attention of some legendary demons.

Immediately, a Balrog Flame Demon enveloped in flames, wielding a Beheading Sword and a fiery long whip manifested by Abyssal Law, began to walk towards Aeolus. Its immense presence caused all other demons to scatter, leaving behind a lava footprint with every step on the scorched earth.

Meanwhile, Aeolus was oblivious to this scene, immersed in the astonishing sensation of breaking through to Legend from Soul Intent. He could feel the shackles his father placed upon him shattering within his body under the impact of the emerging legendary power.

This time, the shattering runes completely disintegrated instead of, like before, slowly healing after being smashed and continuing to seal his true potential.

As Aeolus steadily broke the inner sealing Magic Array, the towering and majestic blurred light and shadow on his back also continuously expanded and gradually began to take a distinct form—it was an entity with ten wings on its back, dragon horns on its brow, clad in armor, resembling an ancient god.

“This detestable aura, from the Heavenly Realm! You’re a hybrid!” the Balrog Flame Demon sneered as it strode toward Aeolus, tightening its grip on the Beheading Sword.

It could sense Aeolus was in the midst of breaking through to Legend, but it didn’t care in the slightest. It was apparent the boy was a hybrid; even if he did truly break through, at most it would mean that the collection in its lair would boast another head from a Heavenly Realm legend.

“Cackle! All of you, get out of my way!” Inside the Abyss, already considered a lesser Demon Lord, the Balrog Flame Demon charged furiously into the domain formed by the dispersing energy of Aeolus.

None of the negative effects generated by the domain affected him; they were all blocked by his protective Demonic Flame. Along his path, he trampled countless demons to death, and eventually he kicked aside a Judge Demon, positioning himself within a hundred meters of Aeolus, raised his Beheading Sword high, and then slashed down towards Aeolus from mid-air.

The atmosphere exploded with a bursting sound underneath the swing of the Beheading Sword, and visible qi traces lingered along the blade. Space itself slightly trembled wherever the sword passed, displaying black fissures that then healed at an extremely slow rate.

Just as the Balrog Flame Demon swung his Beheading Sword, the colossal shadow behind Aeolus expanded to its peak. And as the dark red Demonic Flame-wreathed Beheading Sword was about to fall upon Aeolus’ head, that huge shadow emitted a dazzlingly radiant light, as if the light itself had burst into flames.

Under this brilliance, Aeolus’ seemingly insignificant figure gradually turned into light and began to fade away. When the Beheading Sword was about to touch the flame of light…

A hand enveloped in bony scaled armor with golden-white edges reached out from within the light and grasped the Beheading Sword. The Balrog Flame Demon watched in astonishment as an unbelievable and horrifying strength acted upon the hilt in its hand, and thus the Beheading Sword, which it had held since its creation, slipped from its grasp.

The Balrog Flame Demon’s mouth gaped open, flames capable of scorching souls pouring out not as an attack but as a reflex of shock once its sword was taken.

“Lighter than I thought!” At that moment, a faint voice came from the light, and the recently taken Beheading Sword was nonchalantly thrown back to the Balrog Flame Demon.

“Blazing Sky God Race!” Retrieving its half-body weapon, the Balrog Flame Demon let out an infuriated roar. Even demons have their pride.

Clearly, this demon’s brain wasn’t working well. Its confused mind ignored the existence before it, possessing the unreasonable strength to easily take away its weapon; instead, it stewed in the humiliation of having its weapon snatched.

“I’ll give you a chance. This is the first time I’ve wielded such immense power; I need a battle to adapt!”

The light dimmed to reveal Aeolus standing atop skeletal bones. His posture was identical to the ancient-god-like shadow behind him from moments ago, only now, in contrast to the ethereal and almost illusory shadow, he appeared unquestionably real.

“You’re fortunate to become my first opponent as I break through to legend!”

“A mere hybrid!” The lesser Abyssal Demon Lord, the Balrog Flame Demon, glared at Aeolus, noting differences from the true Blazing Sky Gods he had seen before. The wings behind a true Blazing Sky God were not like those behind Aeolus, flickering with a metallic luster, as if one could pluck a feather and use it as a sword.

“Hybrid? You’re not wrong in saying that!” Aeolus chuckled, and then a nearly two hundred meter long War Spear appeared in his hand. He gripped it tightly, and thick Golden Thunder, resembling giant pythons, surged over his body!

A ferocious Hurricane radiated from his location, forming a slaughterhouse centered on the demons. Any demon within ten thousand miles of Aeolus seemed to be dismembered, reduced to bone ash and shredded flesh, and a carpet of flesh and blood formed.

This brutally merciless scene was the first to make rampaging demons in their Berserk State hesitate. The indiscriminate, instantaneous killing, too horrific for words, turned the layer of flesh and blood carpet into a sacred fire that covered it, akin to humans facing Hell itself.

Boom!

Aeolus, who had just cleared the field, didn’t allow the somewhat confused Balrog Flame Demon any more chances to speak. With a flick of his long spear, it struck the Demon’s chest. The overwhelming force split the Demon Lord’s body in two, and filthy blood spattered everywhere.

Since Aeolus couldn’t fully control the sudden increase in power, when he burst the Demon Lord’s body, there was still an excess of force. A beam extending hundreds of meters from his spear flew out, sweeping away a swath of demons before piercing through more than a dozen mountains and vanishing into the far horizon.

“Too weak!” Looking at the Balrog Flame Demon he had just incapacitated with one strike, Aeolus shook his head, feeling somewhat uninterested. His ten Light Wings spread out, pure white Blazing divine flame gradually turning to crimson, then enveloped the trying-to-recover Balrog Flame Demon.