Chapter 1033 — The End of Eternity
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The ancient black dragon, his entire body heavily mechanized and modified, and the golden dragon covered in countless magical runes suddenly burst from the battlefield one after the other, at the most intense moment of this apocalyptic bloodbath, hurtling toward the southern coast of the Talrond continent. Their abrupt movement drew an immediate reaction from the sky-obscuring "Dragon of Chaos."
In the sky, the thick, chaotic clouds churned violently all at once, surging like boiling broth, as bolt after bolt of lightning took shape deep within the cloud layer. Beneath the clouds, the divine aggregate — a conglomeration of countless writhing limbs and formless matter, vast enough to blanket an entire city — let out a thunderous roar. Around that colossal body, even light visibly distorted. The supreme sovereign of Talrond for a million years, the "gods" the dragonkin had created for themselves, seemed to realize what sacrilege those two dragons breaking from the battlefield intended. Even bereft of all reason, He displayed a fury that turned heaven and earth pale.
The sky split open. A rift spanning the heavens yawned above the Talrond continent, and within it countless eyes gazed down with icy stares upon the already blazing dragon realm, while a thousand tongues and a thousand throats howled from the rift. The Dragon of Chaos clung to the rift's edge as though hanging upside down, casting maddened eyes toward Hragor and Anqian. Under the gaze of these "gods," the continent's edge began to crumble inch by inch; steel melted away, shields vanished into nothing, and mighty missiles were swallowed by shadow before they could touch the divine. This was a gaze of annihilation, beyond even the limits of mortal reason.
Yet Omega's defiance came in an instant: dragon legion after dragon legion charged in from afar, instantly plugging the gaps melted open by the gods' gaze; vaster weapon arrays activated among the distant mountains, pouring every last remnant of ammunition into the rift behind the Dragon of Chaos. The weather controllers, originally meant to maintain ecological balance, were restarted, and the powers of storm, thunder, rain, and snow were all marshaled to fight against the sky that was slowly cracking apart...
Hragor and Anqian raced toward the sea, the gaze of destruction closing in step by step behind them. Even with tens of thousands of kin and countless autonomous weapons throwing themselves into the interception, they still felt the shadow of death never once leave their side. Behind them the continent burned, the seawater boiled, and lightning flashed and thunder rolled through the dark clouds. Several times Hragor felt a searing agony from the scales along his tail, yet he did not look back even once.
The dragonkin had waited one million eight hundred seventy thousand years for this one chance. To look back now would ruin everything.
How long that terrible flight lasted, no one could say. Hragor and Anqian broke past the borders of Talrond, past the coastal waters of the dragon realm, past the frozen Arctic Ocean. Countless glaciers shattered behind them, countless scattered islands collapsed behind them, and the gods' wrath crossed that vast distance without the slightest diminishment. At last, a monumental "curtain" appeared before their eyes.
A towering wall of cloud, scraping the sky, rotated slowly above the sea. It seemed slow, yet every second lethal cyclones and violent storms took shape around it; hurricanes scooped up tens of thousands of tons of seawater, and the onrushing gale drove even legendary champions to retreat. They had reached the edge of the Eternal Storm, the final border between the dragon realm and the human world.