Free Web NovelChapter 1638: Solar Purge
"The abyssal aura has grown much thicker. Which demonic branch was this again?"
The young mage looked down at the towering Slagor. To him, this kind of explosive, limit-breaking transformation was nothing special. However, the specific racial aura radiating from Slagor made the mage hesitate.
"Is this the fury burning deep within the soul of a lesser race?" he mused. "As an abyssal, charging headlong at us, The Solar Celestials... has he lost his mind?"
The young mage did not raise a finger. With his hands clasped behind his back, he continued to stare down at Slagor.
As he watched, a radiant corona manifested above his head. It behaved like a genuine miniature sun—collapsing, condensing into a blinding orb, and searing the earth below.
It was a silent strike.
In Slagor’s limited understanding of magic, it could only be described as a world-purging light.
Under the crushing weight of that attack, the towering Slagor was hammered into the earth like a meteor, kicking up massive plumes of dust.
Why dust?
Because Lizard City, along with every single one of its citizens, had been instantly incinerated to ash by that radiant blast.
Slagor’s kin were entirely wiped out. Not a single corpse remained; even their souls had been burned into nothingness.
Deep underground, within a massive crater.
Slagor found his footing and glared up at the young mage. He was completely unharmed. It wasn’t that the mage’s attack lacked lethality, but rather that one of the magic scrolls in Slagor’s secondary hands had vanished.
"A decent forbidden spell scroll," the mage noted. "If its creator were standing here, I might actually show some caution. But you? You don’t qualify."
He continued to look down at Slagor. It was a rarity for a mere lord to survive his strike, even while leaning on external artifacts.
"And let me correct you on one thing: I am no mage!" he sneered. "Mages are nowhere near as noble as a Battle-Priest. Do not lump me in with those elemental slaves!"
"Since you survived my hand, you have earned the right to know my name. I am Symethis, a Battle-Priest of The Solar Celestials. Remember it!"
Truthfully, Battle-Priest Symethis was a bit of a windbag. While he was busy monologuing, the battle-hardened Slagor seized the window of opportunity to tear open his second scroll.
Instantly, oppressive demonic energy exploded outward. An Arch Lord-tier The Fel-Shroud Domain descended, swallowing both Slagor and Battle-Priest Symethis in its darkness.
Roar!
A primordial beast’s howl erupted from the demonic fog.
"Who dares summon my projection?"
The ancient entity sounded groggy, as if half-asleep or heavily intoxicated.
"An abyssal dragon?" Symethis scoffed. "Heh. A mere projection referring to itself as a lord. Ridiculous!"
A hum resonated in the air—a sound Slagor almost felt in his bones rather than heard—as Battle-Priest Symethis launched another strike. The blinding corona above his head flared with terrifying intensity.
The sun was blinding.
The sun scorched flesh.
The sun purged all shadows.
In that moment, Slagor felt a sliver of primal terror. The absolute fear of the sun. Under its searing rays, both The Fel-Shroud Domain and the abyssal dragon’s projection were rapidly disintegrating.
"Damned holy damage!" the dragon roared. "Who are you?! I, Xalathar, will remember you! Insect, I have memorized your scent!"
Roar!
It was a bellow laced with absolute fury, bitter reluctance, and bottomless hatred.
Right before his projection was completely erased, the groggy Xalathar mustered the last of his strength, hurling an Abyssal Flame Bomb high into the sky. It was a genuine Arch Lord-tier strike.
Battle-Priest Symethis, who had kept his hands behind his back the entire time, finally moved. He raised a hand, conjuring a massive shield of golden fire to take the Abyssal Flame Bomb head-on.
"Hmph... Abyssal filth. Sooner or later, I will reduce all of you to ashes!" Symethis muttered, lowering his gaze back to Slagor.
"It seems you are out of trump cards." The corner of Symethis’s mouth quirked up, his mock pity and dripping derision blatantly obvious.
"Hehehe..." Slagor threw his head back and laughed. Instead of anger, his eyes held nothing but raw mockery and pity.
Yes, Symethis saw genuine pity in Slagor’s gaze.
"I honestly have no idea how an Arch Lord like you has managed to survive this long," Slagor sneered. "Did you somehow miss the fact that this is the Giant King’s territory? Did you not realize you are standing in a demigod’s domain?"
Slagor looked at Symethis like one would look at a pathetic, doomed bug. In the lizardman’s eyes, the priest was already a dead man.
"Heh... You people are far too ignorant," Symethis said, shaking his head with a light chuckle. He had seen this exact scenario play out countless times; it was growing stale.
To him, the local demigods were merely ordinary first or second-stage entities. Such ’demigods’ weren’t even considered true powerhouses by his standards. Yet, to the lesser species before him, a first-stage demigod was an untouchable, supreme being.
"The demigod lord you revere is far too weak!" Battle-Priest Symethis declared dismissively, aiming to shatter Slagor’s spirit. He had recognized the fierce pride in the lizardman’s gaze—the fanatical devotion of Zealots.
Symethis wasn’t just talking trash. When he had punched his spatial Wormholes into the Titanion Realm, he hadn’t drawn Orion’s attention at all. To Symethis, this proved that the so-called lord of this continent was too weak to even detect the mighty magic of The Solar Celestials.
Little did Symethis know, the continent’s lord, Orion, was currently gorging himself on the World Essence of the Cult of Four’s realms and simply couldn’t be bothered to intervene.
Furthermore, in Orion’s eyes, a mere Arch Lord like Symethis was a nobody.
Orion had actually noticed the exact moment the void Wormholes opened. He couldn’t leave his post, but one of his heirs happened to be nearby.
Thus, Pallas was already on the way!
"Weak?" Slagor snarled. "That is just your own blinding ignorance!"
"Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You murdered my favored descendants! They were just children!"
Only now did Slagor finally allow his crushing grief and agony to show. While this disaster hadn’t wiped out the lizard Race entirely, an entire city of his kin had been erased before his eyes in an instant—including a large batch of his most promising heirs.
As far as Slagor was concerned, Symethis had just butchered his bloodline.
"I will beg My lord to suppress you here! To subject you to the endless agony of having your tendons pulled and bones shattered, day and night! I will use your flesh and blood to nourish my future brood, and drain your power and soul to enhance my younglings’ talents!"
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The more Slagor spoke, the angrier he became. His words grew increasingly venomous as absolute vengeance consumed him.
Even if it cost him everything, he would make Symethis pay in blood.
