Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 646 - 599 God of Ancient Days

All sins will be forgiven, all pains will be soothed. The holy light from the heavens plays in unison with the sweet singing, golden rain transforming into a sweet drizzle, pouring over the trembling cross, giving the irregular cocoon a coating of gold, extinguishing the once fierce flames of the holy light. Drops of holy light falling from the sea of light follow the intricate roots, flowing towards that withered corpse.

The remains of Lyle had turned into a mummy, its skin and flesh burned away, while its charred bones knelt in a half-collapse, the fragile skeleton seeming as if it would shatter upon touch. It was as if new sprouts were emerging from the carcass—black tendrils blindly twisting in the air, seemingly trying to grasp something.

"Can’t reach it! Nia can’t reach it!!" Desperate sobs clamored in the midst of the holy light.

The song changed, the high-pitched singing turned into a gentle murmur, moving light climbed upon the tendrils, points of light gathering at the tips of the tendrils, tracing hazy veins in the air. The pain was eased, the soul reshaped, and the soul of the pure was brought back by the phantom of the angel, merging once again with the surging flesh. An undead, white bones with flesh. The droplets of holy light reformed Lyle’s body, and he reopened his eyes as if waking from a prolonged dream.

Lyle, who had been burned to death for perhaps ten seconds, lived again. Mr. Raymond saved him and also allowed for the dragon’s rebirth.

The gigantic cocoon floated in the air, the globe soaked with the power of holy light like another sun.

Watching the dragon egg that was reborn with his help, Raymond felt complicated emotions.

"Strange feeling... unlike those I have protected before, I can feel the connection between me and this dragon, is this perhaps the reason for forgiveness..." The dragon was his enemy, but with Lyle’s intervention, he inadvertently helped it. This newborn dragon was once Mr. Dragon, a person whom Raymond found quite annoying. Raymond and the dragon, in fact, were old nemeses since the time of Andrey, hostile to each other but unable to do anything about it. The dragon truly couldn’t defeat Raymond, and Raymond was averse to the troublesome talent of undying perseverance.

Raymond fixed his gaze upon those ten chains, the symbol of the highest echelon of the Ascensessor’s path.

The newborn dragon, just like himself, was of ten chains. The same rank did not worry Raymond, it was at most a bigger nuisance.

"At first, I ascended to ten chains due to the glory of slaying the father of dragons Yemotar, and now the dragon ascends to ten chains because of my redemption, this probably counts as fate."

A strange discomfort brewed within Raymond, helping the dragon always left him feeling awkward.

He himself would never have helped the dragon, nor would he have had the time to witness the birth of such a mythic creature, just as Mr. Dragon once said, dragons are a beautiful species.

The black cocoon shattered, the newborn dragon, oozing with fluid, slid out from its former shell, like a snake shedding a layer of skin. The terrifying dragon might, with the dragon’s first breath, made its presence known, stirring a storm, summoning thunder.

The newborn Dragon King of ten chains, upon entering the world, began to vie for the control of the world. Raymond could understand this phenomenon; a being like him simply being present would inherently deprive the surrounding power, and during the awakening phase of regeneration, controlling this oppressive power wasn’t so easy.

A sense of anticipation arose in Raymond’s heart, the thrill of having found a worthy opponent.

But that sense of discomfort continued to climb within his heart, and at the moment the dragon opened its eyes, it reached its peak.

After receiving the power of the Evil God shared by Lyle, the newborn Dragon King underwent a reversion, transforming from a dragon to an avatar of the Evil God. Those eyes were blood red, filled with malice as if facing mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"The dragon" spread its wings, and its dragon wings were tattered, the torn wing membranes divided into ten parts, entwined with the chains that represented power. In a fierce and twisted posture, it appeared as though the God of Ancient Days was returning to the world.

Raymond received an epiphany as the holy light brought back a piece of his forgotten memories from his previous life.

...

Among the ruins, angels and monsters fought together.

In the end, the Angel of Light pierced the Dragon King’s heart with the Holy Spear.

Raymond Mellock stood atop the chest of the father of dragons Yemotar, delivering the final verdict to the mad dragon father.

"Your era is over! We, will control a new era!!!"

The dying father of dragons did not plea for mercy; his body was shattered, spitting blood that pooled into rivers. His resentful eyes stared fixedly at the Paladin who defeated him, laughing wildly as he cast his curse.

"Take it! Paladin, take my life and the era with you. But remember my words, one day, I will restore my shattered wings and bring disaster and chaos back to your era!"

"How preposterous!!!" the Angel of Light, who had just struggled to overcome the father of dragons, roared angrily, but he’d already felt an ominous premonition in his heart—the curse of Yemotar must not come to pass.

And thus, let the dragonkin vanish from this world.

[For all our suffering brethren, inflict eternal revenge upon our enemies.]

Yemotar, the father of dragons, died in his madness, laughing.

"Raymond! You can’t stop me! For I am..."

"Immortal and indestructible!!!"

...

"Holy Descension!"

A halo erupted from Raymond, draining all the power from the area as the Power of Holy Light burned, and the returning forces transformed the dark gold armor into dazzling white gold, with burning Holy Flame coalescing into enormous wings of light. Once again, the true form of the Angel of Light descended upon the earth.

With the Godslaying Spear wrapped in swirling Holy Flame, the unleashed power of the era’s king brought despair upon every heart.

A fiery cloud struck the earth, and the roaring Holy Light seemed to level everything.

Lyle was crushed by the force, his thoughts nearly evaporated due to the intense heat. But the mental trigger set in his mind previously activated. His body surged towards the targeted position of the Holy Spear, stretching out his hand into the brilliance with difficulty.

"May the light show mercy!!!"

The holy angel paused for a moment, "Gallaron?"

Lyle’s action caused Raymond to hesitate for an instant before he quickly regained composure and bellowed at Lyle.

"Move aside, Lyle!!!"

"We’ve been deceived!!!"

"This is not some lich’s burial ground!!!"

"This is Dagenst, the Nest of All Dragons that I once laid to waste!!!"

"That dragon wasn’t your mentor, it was the resurrected God of Ancient Days..."

"The Father of All Dragons!"

"The Devourer Yemotar!!!"

What? Lyle was dumbstruck.

The Dragon King’s massive body was projected over Lyle, the reborn father of dragons spread his wings, soaring past Lyle to confront the fully armed angel. His Dragon Breath churned with malice, and on his majestic form seemed to be the wails of countless beings beneath his scales and claws, the Undead carrying the God of Ancient Days, rising into the sky.

The God of Ancient Days sneered, opening his maw wide at the angel.

"I have returned, Raymond."