Chapter 183: Tricking the Ragetide King
Just how powerful was the founding emperor of the Lyon Empire?
Even the epics and histories passed down through the ages failed to fully capture the magnitude of his strength. No one had witnessed his final battle against the Dragon Tyrant. All that was known was that he entered the resplendent palace alone—and then emerged some time later, drenched in blood and dragging an enormous dragon's head behind him.
According to the chronicles, half the palace had been reduced to ruins by the end of the battle. It had been a vast structure forged entirely of gold. Holy light and dragon breath had melted that gold into rivers, pouring molten streams down the mountain.
But since no one had seen the fight itself, the details were lost to time. People were bound to exaggerate.
Now, Ambrose was seeing it firsthand.
Aige appeared. Dark magic surged from her fingertips like a tidal wave, crashing toward Arthur Lyon, only to be cleanly split apart by his phantom blade.
Holy light stood like a reef dividing the sea. It did not budge in the slightest.
The severed wave of darkness spilled outward, turning a two-kilometer radius into a land of death.
What had been dense forest was now charred black ash, all life extinguished. Even the soil itself was tainted by necrotic energy.