Oh?
Before the countless bolts of lightning fell, the Demon King noticed a large number of magic circles appearing—each one under the feet of a human.
With a flash of light, one by one, they disappeared.
It was teleportation magic.
And such a massive-scale spell wasn't something just anyone could pull off. It seemed a god had intervened. Yet, there was no divine aura present—more likely, it was cast by borrowing someone as a vessel to execute the large-scale teleportation.
Not coming out?
In the next moment, countless lightning bolts struck the earth, and the observers who had yet to leave were left confused.
The lightning strikes centered around the Demon King—striking everything but him.
Within a radius of a thousand meters, the ground was blasted full of holes, looking like a honeycomb. The continuous lightning kept pouring into those holes.
In a flash, the earth began to glow red like molten iron—as if a massive furnace was buried beneath it.
The next second, those holes acted like smokestacks embedded in the ground, spewing thick black smoke—no, black mist—wait, more like an oil well erupting.
Upon closer look, they were actually countless grains of iron sand contained in the soil.
These iron particles seemed alive, swirling around and gradually enveloping the Demon King, gathering together more and more until they formed a black dragon, no less intimidating than Icarus.
What a shame.
The original body no longer existed. Otherwise, he could've directly transformed into a dragon.
As things stood, he had to use this temporary vessel formed from iron sand—but it would suffice.
Under the control of electromagnetic forces, the iron sand took shape—taking the form of the dragon he once transformed into. In fact, Icarus was originally modeled after that very dragon form.
The next second, a second wave of space-warping Destruction Death Rays struck. This time, the excess iron sand ahead expanded into a barrier and began to vibrate rapidly due to the electromagnetic force.
In that instant, over a hundred black-and-red death beams were distorted by the vibrating iron sand—split and refracted into hundreds of thousands of smaller rays scattering in all directions.
The ground around the Demon King, including the mountains behind him, was completely engulfed.
A hellish black-red explosion evaporated everything as it tore through the crust, sending vaporized red-hot earth flying.
A small-scale crustal tsunami erupted, and the ultra-heated soil—thousands of degrees in temperature—rose into the stratosphere like steam from boiling water.
A genuine apocalyptic scene of destruction.
Those who remained watching could only widen their eyes in trembling awe. They had now truly witnessed the overwhelming might of Icarus's attack.
According to the White Knight System's judgment, this level of attack had far surpassed the Thirteenth-Tier Forbidden Spell—this was what they called a Fourteenth-Tier Forbidden Spell.
According to the Kequn System, it already ranked as an SS+-level Forbidden Spell in terms of power.
"Don't just stand there—come back already!"
A trembling voice of fear echoed again in the mind of a girl dressed like a priestess.
"Don't worry. I'll protect her, Aqua."
But the voice responding in her mind wasn't the girl herself, Megumi, but rather the massive dragon she was riding. The dragon's humanoid form was a world-class, seductive, sleepy-eyed elder sister figure.
"Don't worry, my butt, Quetzalcoatl! This is all your messed-up world's fault—some ancient Demon King resurrection, the runaway god-slaying weapon Icarus—AAAAHHHH, I almost peed myself back there, you know!?"
The one complaining was the troublesome Water Goddess, who had just been forcibly incarnated by the heavens into Megumi's body to help Quetzalcoatl perform the massive space teleportation.
She had nearly been noticed by that Demon King—just barely avoided it. That moment nearly scared her into unleashing a divine-level flood.
Though useless and constantly crying, the Water Goddess possessed bottomless divine magic power—so deep it was almost impossible to measure.
In terms of pure magical (divine) energy, this supposedly hopeless goddess might even rank in the top ten.
"Who's always crying!? And where am I useless!? If it wasn't for my magic holding everything together just now, we couldn't have pulled off such a huge range teleportation at all! And also—Oww oww oww oww!"
The shouting goddess suddenly cried out in real pain this time—so bad that Megumi even started to feel worried.
"Geez, Aqua-senpai… I told you to brace yourself for the backlash from Megumi's body before we began."
That was the voice of the Goddess Eris, sighing in exasperation.
After all, when a god possesses a human body to wield divine powers, it causes intense strain on the human host. But at present, Megumi was the best vessel in the inner world for a god to possess.
Unfortunately, it also meant she would endure intense pain.
Of course, this was a voluntary agreement. Moreover, a certain high-ranking goddess had assisted by using her karmic abilities to transfer the burden that Megumi should've suffered onto Aqua instead. (Eris suspected that said higher goddess had long wanted to punish Aqua.)
Now back in the divine realm, Aqua was still wasting time arguing instead of treating her physical form with healing and calming magic. See? That's karma for you.
Look at Aqua-senpai now—her whole body steaming like she was boiled alive, muscles spasming.
"Please take care too, Miss Kato."
"Mm."
As Megumi looked out at the earth-shattering scene before her, her grip on the dragon's back tightened slightly, and her lips pressed together.
She opened her mouth as if to ask Miss Lucoa something, but the words stalled on her tongue.
Suddenly, an anomaly occurred in the rising tower of superheated soil and sand.
A strange gravitational pull drew large amounts of it toward a shadowy figure. When the shadow came into focus, it was revealed to be the iron-sand dragon—full of pits and scars—now rapidly absorbing the iron sand within the soil, visibly healing its wounds and even growing larger.
Its gaping maw contained a massive iron sphere formed from compressed black sand.
Around it, lightning arced—but strangely, none of it made contact, as if an invisible bubble enveloped the sphere.
The next moment, with a blinding burst of black-and-red lightning that seemed to swallow all light, the black sphere pierced air, light—even space itself—traveling at near-light speed to strike the other dragon.
CRACK!
Icarus's defenses shattered like fragile glass, disintegrating into points of light. Its body, from head to chest, was gone—a massive third of it obliterated. The rest was covered in fractures and cracks.
At the same time, the residual force of the blast streaked across the sky, punching a hole through the atmosphere. Numerous satellites in orbit were shattered—sparkling with bursts of electrical fire.
Some even suspected—if the moon had been in that blast's path, it might've been knocked off its orbit by the impact, potentially escaping Earth's gravity altogether.
[Damage Rate: 73.44%. Initiating s-s-s-s-system...]