Black Sail
Chapter 597: CCXIV. Snowfall in September

Chapter 597: CCXIV. Snowfall in September

The moment of awakening, the heavens collapse and the earth shatters.

As if everything before the eyes exists as a sacrifice for devouring.

The crimson haze stained with blood amidst the cracks of pitch-black clouds, the celestial light streams down upon what seems to be the Creator’s greatest masterpiece.

Even the soldiers charging forward, heads down, cannot suppress the tremor in their hearts upon hearing the earth-shattering dragon roar, not even the Heavy Priest armored in steel, whose gaze turns upwards.

Liszt, charging at the forefront, has never seen Fafna’s true form.

He has only one thought.

That is a form beyond what evolution can reach, only achievable by a giant whose life energy rivals the eternal, or crafted by divine power.

That kind of brilliant silver surpasses the bounds of description.

The flawless curve of that body is as cold and distant as the ridge of a snow mountain, each rhomboid silver scale is tinted with frost mist, like stardust condensed within glacier crevices.

The Silver Dragon, with a wingspan of approximately six yards, dives from the black and red sky.

If one must describe that silver.

The brilliance of the wings soaring cut like thousands of shattered moons, tracing the imprint of a galaxy.

But unlike those delicate and splendid things,

the maiden’s eyes...

are filled with the ecstatic thrill of slaughter from an untouchable zone.

The object of the prank is you, oh.

The descending Spiral Ice Flame Pillar indiscriminately destroys these religious fanatics, if for the Eternal and Time Dragon, the existence of other dragons is heresy.

Then Fafna, clearly isn’t an easy heretic for the Dragon Lord’s followers to resolve, just like Marcus who came to hunt last year, a calamity for the sect.

This oppression piercing deep into the brain, as if before the body is crushed, death’s frigid winter has frozen their souls.

The Eternal Sect’s Heresy Judgement Court, the charlatans among charlatans, the regular army among regular armies, are unexpectedly like a motley crew, easy to defeat.

A chasm between species that cannot be crossed, let alone this is no creation by magicians, but a dragon from the starry sky.

The armor of the Heavy Priest, with inches-thick steel plate comparable to tank armor, is also frozen brittle by this extreme cold, and along with the storm stirred by the trembling wings, the flesh turns into flying ice shards.

Wolman leading the Great Wetland compatriots charges fiercely, yet his squad halts for fear of being affected by that terrifying might, the beast’s pupil on the iguana’s head flickered with wild ambition.

Yes, recalling last year when Ox and I were teaching Fafna how to fight, the joker turned out to be myself, their stats, even Morison coming wouldn’t help.

Liszt snaps back to focus, devotes himself to the battle before him; Lanshika Tye’s strength forms armor on his body, allowing him to ignore these and penetrate the enemy ranks.

Just two hundred horse-lengths away, the final enemy of this Mulong journey, Aran No.1 Wanted Criminal, Deputy Director of the Old Aran Witch Hunting Secret Place, Zote.

This training of Fafna behind the Holy Spirit Sect is Garscek’s personal decision; being Fafna’s guardian, despite previous injuries, Garscek must ensure Fafna’s safety.

The enormous black dragon, with a wingspan of over a hundred meters, soars into the skies, the dance of white and black, the storm of slaughter, makes Zote’s unmatched royal division seem easy to defeat.

Though the enemy are merely pirates from the East Sea, these two dragons cheat too much.

But it evokes comparisons.

Zote is fearless, compared to around thirty years ago during the Royal City battle, this minor event barely counts.

Any army on the Western Continent, would have morale collapse instantly now, Zote can only marvel at the Dragon Lord’s leadership charisma, his followers fear nothing.

Except for the Mulong puppet army’s light cavalry led by Banu, serving as cannon fodder under such circumstances, they are already routed on first contact with heavy casualties, powerless to escape in the raging winter.

But Banu has taken Zote’s teachings as sole belief.

The Resistance Army cannot save Mulong; better to hand it to Aran than pirates and terrorists ruling Mulong.

In front of power, even truth must yield.

Like a corpse charred by fire, even those with the hardest bones, will crouch down when all muscles have carbonized.

Even though ahead lies the frigid purge, Banu’s blood rushes to his head, leading the Mulong puppet army, dedicated due to religious factors, to continue advancing fearlessly.

Still exactly like last time, neither Fafna’s nor Garscek’s attacks can affect Zote, he possesses mysterious means of magic restriction, means so powerful they seem not of this world.

The two dragons have already shown themselves.

But unlike last time, as long as they can be stopped, these two crawlers, as long as they don’t fly away, are beasts waiting for slaughter.

Liszt and Zote close in, a hundred horse-lengths, ninety horse-lengths, eighty...

Liszt prepared to leap off his horse and take care of Zote himself, while the two dragons dealt with the cult army, easily finishing this concluding battle.

Zote took the lead, using himself as bait, and had already achieved his goal.

Compared to the long-term benefits of evangelism, the Pope’s paranoid and impulsive behavior valued immediate gains more.

The so-called Evil Dragon Judges sent by the Church Court claimed that there was a dragon word spirit magic called "Fallen Heaven," which had a devastating effect on dragons.

With an effective range of three hundred meters, it could be deployed once in range, depriving them of their flying abilities at best.

"Deputy Director, glad to see you well."

The power of the Radiant Knight Omega, with ghostly white shadows, darted nimbly.

Even Zote found it challenging to react at this speed.

Liszt was now more than just Hall-level; he could truly be called one of the world’s leading figures, with the remarkable ability of rapid transition, coupled with the killing power of the Junlin Sword.

Even a shadow from history, a legendary figure demonized into a terrorizing ghost god like Zote, would surely not withstand!

The mere intent to kill as he approached,

had already frightened Zote’s warhorse, like an invisible rein strangling its neck, raising its front hooves in terrified neighs.

But what kind of person was Zote?

His achievements...

were not below any single Radiant Knight.

Flipping off his horse like a hawk, the knife’s sound howled, and life and death came down to a split second.

A world spectacle in this Great Desert wilderness, thanks to Fafna’s power, snow flew in September, rising with the sandstorm.

The yellow sand surged like waves, while the snow danced in the sky, blocking the sun and moon.

The Nameless Blade, its edge swept light as a swallow through the woods, delivered a peerless strike that had yet to be swung; the mere overwhelming chill already set Liszt’s hair on end.

Yet, Liszt knew well...

It worked!

The Junlin Sword cut through everything, would slash down and directly sever the strange saber of this remnant of a fallen nation, and then advance to claim the head.

Clang of metal on metal!

The Junlin Sword and that strange saber met equally, yet Zote’s Qi was so profound that even Liszt’s arms trembled.

"How is this possible?"

Liszt instantly felt a fleeting blur, vanishing in a split second.

Blade.

In Zote’s hands, it became pure, merely a tool for killing, yet was also an unparalleled weapon, created during his tenure as Deputy Director of the Secret Department with the power of the entire nation, slaughtering countless lives during the great suppression, already possessing a spirit.

Zote has killed so many people! Nearly massacred Old Aran!

Was there not also fearsome spell power?

"The Magic Restriction seems off... ."

The so-called Magic Restriction.

Unexpectedly, it was the unknown gu worm hidden within Zote’s body, seemingly ancient, that rolled together in darkness and even crawled over his hollow left eye, forming ancient Forbidden Magic Array circuits inside his body.

Zote also sensed it; that was likely the Junlin Sword, how sinister—it was unexpectedly unable to confront even the most powerful secrets of the countless magicians he killed during the great suppression.

But in the end, they’re just bandits at best.

The leader among the three Evil Dragon Judges had long since removed the cloth tied around his mouth.

Dragon Language Sound Emitters, rarer than dragons, due to long-term training sometimes even imbued everyday speech with word spirit power, thus kept silent often.

But now was different.

Soul of Words magic, Fallen Heaven.

As he whispered obscure language, contrary to Zote’s imagination, there was no magic technique manifestation, only a thunderous explosion.

"Not good!"

Fen, who was securing the formation at the back, sensed the dangerous word spirit magic targeting Fafna and the others, indicating the enemy came prepared.