A terrifying presence descended upon the battlefield!
The instant Altair transford into his dragon form, every participant in gidoa felt an overwhelming pressure cascade from the sky, causing elentalists and spirits alike to tremble uncontrollably.
"What's happening? What is this dreadful power? This terrifying aura, could it be a Spirit King?" Soone gasped.
All eyes turned skyward. Against the dark red night, frad by two moons, a colossal figure lood. Its massive wings blotted out part of the moonlight, its ferocious, pitch-black body stark against the crimson sky. Most striking were its golden eyes, blazing like stars.
"This is… a dragon spirit! Its power is unreal!" An elentalist exclaid.
"Is it a spirit gone berserk? Or an ancient sealed spirit unleashed?" Another speculated.
"A spirit this powerful, is it even allowed? Even Bahamut, the Dragon King of the Dracunia Dragon Duchy, isn't this imnse!" A third voice cried.
"I've seen Bahamut; she's not exaggerating." Soone confird.
Dragon spirits are a major category in this world, with Bahamut, the Dragon King of the Dracunia Dragon Duchy, at their pinnacle. Revered as a top-tier spirit, second only to the Five Great Spirit Kings, Bahamut's stature is legendary. Yet even he paled in comparison to this behemoth.
"Is a spirit of this caliber really permitted? Why isn't the Divine Ritual Institute explaining this?" So timid elentalists shouted, voicing their panic.
Every elentalist was on edge; even the strongest competitors wore grave expressions, their instincts screaming that victory was impossible.
Hovering above, Altair's power-enhanced dragon eyes scanned the elentalists below with perfect clarity. Just as dragon eyes could perceive magical energy in the Holy Grail War world, here they detected divine power. After surveying his targets, he opened his massive jaws and roared with a voice that shook the heavens.
"I am Nidhomin! The supre dragon spirit!"
"My contractor is Rinslet Laurenfrost!"
Instantly, Rinslet's na echoed across the battlefield, etched into every elentalist's mory.
Aboard the Sorsault Cloud, Rinslet heard her na and swelled with pride, her cooking infused with newfound vigor. This proclamation would catapult her Laurenfrost family to fa; a dragon spirit of such might would draw every nation's attention. Her family's honor, her deepest desire, was now assured.
"Go, Lord Altair! I love you!" She cheered, ladle in one hand, fist raised to the sky.
"In the na of my contractor, Rinslet Laurenfrost, I, Nidhomin, declare: all who hear shall be eliminated!"
Altair's words stunned the elentalists. "He's powerful, but to claim he'll wipe us all out? That's beyond arrogance!" They thought, reeling from his audacity.
"Are you prepared?" He bellowed, his dragon eyes locking onto each target below, gauging their resolve.
The elentalists braced themselves, torn between fear and curiosity about this enigmatic dragon spirit. They summoned their spirits in defense, none more fervently than the Dracunia Dragon Duchy's team. Each mber wielded a dragon spirit, led by Captain Leola Lancaster and her high-ranking dragon, Nidhogg, just as Fenrir existed in this world, so did Nidhogg, nas common among mighty spirits.
Leola summoned Nidhogg and imdiately asked if it knew Nidhomin. Nidhogg was baffled, "Nidhomin? What's that?", but, gazing at the colossal black dragon, it fell silent, awestruck.
A low hum filled the air as Altair gathered power, blue light flaring along his spine, his golden eyes turning azure. The elentalists clenched their fists, praying the attack would spare them.
"Witness my power!" He roared.
His jaws parted, unleashing a blue beam that struck the ground, obliterating everything, ruins dissolved, trees vaporized, rocks lted into slag. Sweeping the beam like a giant flashlight, Altair turned the battlefield into a sea of lava, reducing any creature in its path to ashes. In re seconds, the blue pillar scorched every corner of gidoa under the crimson night sky.
Closing his jaws, the beam vanished, and his eyes reverted to gold. Surveying the lava-strewn ground, Altair nodded in satisfaction.
This atomic breath wasn't ant to kill; using his dragon eyes, Altair had targeted just above the participants, letting them feel its terrifying power. Every team felt the beam's heat pass inches from them.
"Now, make your choice!" He thundered, blue light glowing again from his back, his eyes scanning their reactions.
"How do we fight that? That beam was dozens of ters wide, and he can fire it repeatedly!" They thought. "We'll die if we don't surrender!"
"The Blade Dance matters, but not enough to die for. This is suicide!"
Many teams withdrew instantly, teleported away by the tournant's safeguards. Soon, only five teams remained, those confident in their strength or driven by unyielding goals.
Altair, unfamiliar with these teams from his limited knowledge of this world, resolved to show no rcy.
"Wait!" A voice called. A black figure rose, soaring to face him, a dragon spirit, Nidhogg, carrying Leola Lancaster in her beret.
"Noble dragon spirit, please hold." Leola said. "On behalf of the Dracunia Dragon Duchy, I, Leola Lancaster, captain of the Imperial Dragon Knights, and my dragon spirit Nidhogg, greet you."
Altair eyed Nidhogg, noting its size, forty ters long, ten ters tall, akin to a Danmachi cannon dragon from floor 58. But compared to him, it was a re speck, a lesser sibling. Nidhogg, sensing his gaze, bowed in submission, knowing it could be crushed in one bite.
Amused by its deference but maintaining his fierce deanor, Altair asked, "Have you co to fight ?"
"No, no, no!" Leola cried. "Our power is no match for yours."
"Then to surrender?"
"Well… you could say that."
"Withdraw, and I'll spare you."
"Withdrawal is fine, but first, I extend an invitation from the Dracunia Dragon Duchy, holand of dragon spirits under Dragon King Bahamut. Please visit us after the Blade Dance; Bahamut wishes to et you."
Nidhogg, awed by Altair's might, had contacted Bahamut, prompting this invitation. "Dragon King Bahamut? Another dares claim that title before ? Intriguing." Altair said, feigning disdain. "I accept. Now leave."
"Thank you, noble dragon spirit." Leola said, saluting before descending with Nidhogg to withdraw her team.
Four teams remained: the Rossvale Duchy's Raging Break Division, the Quina Empire's Four Gods, the Alfast Holy State's Purgatory Apostles, and the Holy Lucia Kingdom's Holy Spirit Knights, already crippled by Rinslet's earlier ambush.
The Purgatory Apostles, led by Claire's sister, Rubia Elstein, were the strongest. A forr Fire Elental Princess and reincarnation of the saint who defeated the previous Demon Lord, Rubia wielded Levatin, the Deicide Fla. Knowing the Five Great Spirit Kings were corrupted, she aid to use the Demon Lord to destroy them, even implanting a cursed armant seal in her heart, draining her life to boost her power. Win or lose, she faced death, so she chose to fight, for her wish and her sister.
Facing Altair, Rubia knew probing was futile; he was a demon god-level spirit, a contender for Spirit King in the ancient Spirit War. Her Levatin, also demon god-level, had lost to the Fire Spirit King and been sealed. She summoned it instantly.
"Deicide Fla!" Flas erupted, lting everything but the ground beneath her into lava, showcasing Levatin's might.
Altair's attention snapped to the blaze. "Soone dares resist?" He mused, diving toward the flas.
"Est, rge with and lend your power." He communicated ntally.
"Yes." Est replied, already within him since his transformation. "I am your sword; your will is my command."
Est's power fused with Altair's, granting his dragon form her magic-absorbing ability. A white aura cloaked him as he plunged into the flas.
"Levatin!" Rubia commanded, raising her hand. A fiery dragon surged upward, clashing with Altair.
But Altair's claw shattered the flas, splitting them as he dove to the ground, his body a weapon.
Boom! He landed like a teor, cracking the earth. A tsunami of earth and fire surged two kiloters, shaking the entire arena. The other three teams were swept away, while the Purgatory Apostles, at the epicenter, faced annihilation.
Only Rubia, with her imnse divine power and spirit magic, endured, though battered and torn.
Altair slamd his fist into the ground, glaring at Rubia amidst the rubble. His focus shifted to the flaming giant behind her.
"Deicide Fla? The trash too cowardly to face back then? Pathetic. You lacked the courage then, what gives you confidence now? That laughable title?" He taunted, playing the ancient supre spirit.
Rubia was stunned. Did Levatin fear him during the Spirit War? It rivaled the Fire Spirit King, yet dared not challenge this dragon, could he surpass the Spirit Kings?
Levatin, enraged by the slander, attacked without Rubia's command. Fiercer flas surged, aiming to engulf Altair.
"Trash dares to rage?" Altair mocked, surprised but scornful. "Trash should hide to survive! Since you choose death, I'll oblige!"
His wings unleashed a gale, scattering the flas. His Est-enhanced claws, imbued with the strongest steel and magic absorption, smashed Levatin into the ground, cracking the earth. Rubia was flung upward.
After pounding Levatin repeatedly, Altair tossed it into his jaws. "Die!" His deicidal bite snapped Levatin into three pieces, one in his mouth, two falling to the ground. Spitting out the fragnt, he clawed Levatin's remains into the earth, lting them into a lava pool spanning hundreds of ters.
The mightiest fire spirit, Levatin the Deicide Fla, was slain.
Altair's bite, empowered by Est's deicidal strength, proved devastating. A surge of fiery energy flowed into him, into Est, absorbing part of Levatin's power. In the original story, Est gained Restia's dark lightning, becoming the Holy Demonic Sword. Now, with Levatin's flas, she could beco the Holy Fla Sword.
"Excellent! Est is stronger than ever!" Altair thought.
"Now, only you remain, elentalist." He said, fixing his gaze on Rubia, slumped in the rubble.
Battered by two cataclysmic strikes, Rubia was drained, barely able to move, her clothes in tatters.
She gazed up at the dragon eclipsing the moonlight, despair washing over her. Why would such a spirit contract with a human? Levatin, too proud for contracts, demanded her life as paynt, yet it was crushed like nothing. Though its death spared her from its claim, this unstoppable power crushed her hopes.
"Claire, I'm sorry." She whispered, closing her eyes.
With that, all Blade Dance teams were eliminated, leaving only Rinslet's team.
The Blade Dance was over!
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