When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1635 - 318: Winged Celestial Marshal Uranus

The power of the Winged Celestial Marshal indeed surpassed Aiwass’s imagination.

He knew that as the strongest being who once slew the Pillar God as a mortal, the Winged Celestial Marshal should be very powerful, but he didn’t expect it to be this strong.

Although the current Winged Celestial Marshal claims "I have returned"...it’s clear that it is not at its peak now.

After all, the part that belonged to Supre Heaven now only has remnants left.

Even if it temporarily reached the Miracle Rank by relying on the 4 7 Source River’s power, achieving a miracle of resurrection...but because its Path is completely out of balance, it went out of control the mont it "revived".

As they say, like a fleeting bloom—

When the miracle blooms, it heralds the countdown to the end.

At this mont, the Red Dragon’s flesh and blood writhed all over its body, swiftly healing with a sticky sound.

However, it was not self-healing, but twisting its body into a more battle-ready state.

The Red Dragon’s massive wings no longer held aning.

The air superiority and maneuverability granted by flight seed like a joke under the threat of the unavoidable spear, as no matter how it flew, it couldn’t dodge Uranus’s throw—so it abandoned its wings.

Similarly, mobility was aningless—so the Red Dragon chose to abandon it as well.

Words, too, were aningless because their purpose was communication, and they no longer had the possibility of communication—hence, the Red Dragon discarded this part of itself, further purifying itself.

Just a single strike from Uranus could severely injure it, and if it hit a vital spot, it might even be a one-hit kill. Therefore, it had to disperse its core.

Thus, the reborn Red Dragon took on a new form.

It resembled a colossal fortress. Each curled scale was a shield over two ters high. Layers upon layers of vertically standing shields overlapped each other, forming an exceptionally thick blast wall, and there were ten such barricades.

And from the protected fortress rose seven long "necks". Each neck had enough space to accommodate thirty people walking side by side. Each neck’s front end had a dragon head, and each dragon head was adorned with a black, nacing Demon King Crown.

Each dragon head possessed the ability to breathe out fire—this was the only force capable of a frontal confrontation with Uranus.

——This is the true essence of the way of "war".

What is called war is the hand that twists all things, born of violence. The Twister will stop at nothing for victory, until its mind and shell are completely twisted and alienated, transforming into a completely different form from its original appearance.

"Is this your answer?"

Uranus chuckled quietly, holding the Thunder Spear in reverse with one hand, standing elegantly in the void.

And the seven-headed Red Dragon remained silent, not even roaring as a warning.

——With no prelude, it unleashed seven deep red breaths at Uranus!

The smoke glimred with deep red electric light, appearing like red mist charged with thunder.

It seed weightless, yet had a weight contrary to intuition. Just the aftermath of the breath would tear the Dream Realm’s space into strips!

If any Phantom Demon looked this way from afar, they would no longer see anything else—because those red beams had already "killed" the light, making the sky visibly darken.

But Uranus was unfazed.

He raised his left hand, palm facing the Red Dragon.

A dense array of ancient runes ford before him, creating wall after wall. And when the number of walls reached twelve, they suddenly converged towards the center, instantly condensing into an extrely thin rune wall.

The seven breaths, upon touching the rune wall, almost instantly disintegrated it. The transparent force field of the rune wall was instantly covered with cracks, like glass shattered by a hamr.

Yet even as it kept cracking, it never fully broke.

And in that instant, Uranus had already thrown the Thunder Spear from his right hand.

In that mont, a flash of lightning illuminated the night shrouded in darkness.

Like a teor streaking through, the Red Dragon’s body was pierced once more!

Those thick walls ant nothing before the Spear of Destiny.

It inevitably hit its target, penetrating all defenses, embodying the path of miracle achieved through "Truth" and "Violence"!

In the next mont after throwing the spear, Uranus instantly vanished from his original position, appearing above the seven-headed Red Dragon.

The Red Dragon almost imdiately redirected its breath, aiming once more at Uranus’s position.

The golden wings behind Uranus spread wide as he shot through the air like a bolt of lightning, tracing a graceful and sharp arc towards one of the dragon heads.

The convergence point of the seven breaths had already turned the space into the Void. Just like a painting projected onto a canvas, using an eraser to wipe out a part of it...this power that reduces all to nothing is the genuine Power of Nihility!

Even Uranus dared not take on this power head-on—he could withstand "war", as he once defeated the Pillar God of the Seventh Source River. But he could not resist "Nihility"...for he had not truly obtained Miracle Power, unable to be immune to such a power that erases all.

But what does it matter if the Red Dragon has a one-hit-kill ability?

If it can’t hit, it effectively doesn’t exist!

Uranus, with wings spread, moved through the void like a skater, tracing a graceful arc past three dragon heads.

The Thunder Spear, after piercing its target, returned to his hand, transforming into a long-handled warhamr, resembling both a hamr and an axe—Uranus wielded the weapon with both hands, smashing a dragon head to pieces!

As he moved through the air, the golden trail left a fleeting, teor-like trace. If one could rember the trajectory ford by this trail...they would easily discover...the text written by Uranus in cursive!

I am Uranus—

The Highest Supre, invincible to all—

"That is..."

The Silver-Crowned Dragon looked up, sowhat moved.

He was the first to recognize...it resembled the ancient hymn of Supre Heaven.

However, it was not a hymn to a god but the arrogance of a man!

The Uranus, restored as the Winged Celestial Marshal, found his most perfect self to be the great warrior he was before ascending to a god.

Compared to the body taken by the Celestial Marshal Shard and the soul bound by the Seat of the Pillar God, he still yearned for his forr self to this day.

If not for the fact that before the Winged Celestial Marshal ascended to godhood, there were no characters or languages in this world...he would likely laugh and sing in such a manner!

Guided by him, the void-like breath followed, leaving a track of the void etched in the air, along with a phrase:

——I am a failure, wounded by a thousand thunders!

As this phrase appeared, it condensed into flesh and blood.

The seven-headed Red Dragon was instantly stripped of its resistance to thunder. After destroying three dragon heads, Uranus once again threw the warhamr from his right hand. It transford back into a spear upon leaving his hand, once again piercing through the Red Dragon’s fortress.

And then, Uranus laughed loudly, continuously flashing into different corners.

Every ti he appeared, he either recalled or threw the spear, the crisscrossing azure thunderbolts disintegrating the fortress’s interior into nothingness.

The Pillar God of War, in front of this incomplete Winged Celestial Marshal, seed as fragile and powerless as a child challenging an adult warrior.

However...

Aiwass’s gaze focused.

Uranus’s current state...it doesn’t seem good.

The Winged Celestial Marshal now seed on the verge of cracking with the slightest movent. Like porcelain about to shatter, just a few flashes had spread cracks all over its face.

And there was a detail—

Whether it was the fragnted Winged Celestial Marshal or the Red Calamity turned war fortress, the interior of their shattered bodies was surprisingly the sa color!

A near-black ochre—

A color reminiscent of a decoction or an eclipse. Its edges were a murky ochre, while the interior was a hollow black.

This was a sign of being infected by nihility—so much so that the soul itself beca nourishnt for the void!

Although the situation was going quite well, the possibility that Uranus couldn’t hold on couldn’t be ruled out.

If the Winged Celestial Marshal couldn’t hold out before the Red Calamity was completely defeated...they might have to face two entities of void at the sa ti!