First Light of a New Age

Chapter 47: Battle of Transcendents

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BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!

The clouds above parted, revealing a beam of purple light. Concentric rings, from large to small formed around the impact zone, emitting a deep vibration and an ominous humming sound.

This time, the Archdemon of War could neither block nor dodge. He was forced to face this highest tier of magic head-on, uncertain if either his armor, forged by a dying star, or his raw stats that could shrug off nuclear explosives, would be enough to withstand it.

The beam struck directly where he stood. The immense, crushing force drove him to his knees instantly. Beneath him, the ground began to crack, slowly forming a crater as a shockwave trembled through the entire region. Everyone throughout the Austronesia Empire could now witness the magic that could rival gods.

"RAGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Wil'liam struggled to endure. His armor crumbled, disintegrated piece by piece, but he stood firm as was swallowed up by the light, completely immersing him in its powerful embrace as his armor, body and both souls began to gradually vaporize until there was nothing left. However, that wasn't all.

The light traveled a further distance, going as far as miles upon miles, destroying whatever was in its path. As a result, several tall mountains that were high enough to receive the blast were easily obliterated by it.

It all happened in an instant too, at a speed mere humans could never comprehend.

Finally, as the spell concluded, it culminated in a massive explosion.

When the [Corruption of Stars], a Transcendent Tier 4 spell, finally lost its momentum, it left behind nothing but dust and debris. Half of Marawi city and the entire environment area was obliterated.

The demons who had survived the blast rushed over to the battle site, only to find a 2000-meter-wide-crater. In the center lay the Archdemon of War, Wil'liam

On the opposite side of the crater, they saw the Elven Goddess of the Holy Light, Rasera, floating in the sky, likely clearing herself from the massive blast. As her mana was nearly depleted, she descended rapidly.

But even though her energy was spent, the demonic energy miles in her surroundings suddenly converted back into pure mana by her mere presence and entered her body to recover her depleted power.

However, she was confused. Her attack had a greater disintegration effect. Not only could it vaporize anything, but it could also affect something at a soul level.

Somehow, War survived.

And the reason is simple...

"I decided to leave my dreary abode, yet what do I find here?" A voice that no one had ever heard before suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

It was loud.

It was deep.

It was commanding.

"This place looks even more boorish than the previous city. I wonder why..." The owner of the voice stood at the center of the chaos, almost as if he had been there all along.

He had flowing white hair, with hues of crimson-red and golden-yellow gleaming from its glossy surface, and his mature face lay bare for all to see.

This man wore a long, exquisite robe. The kind of apparel that only royalty would be allowed to wear. It had none of the unnecessary jewelry and excessive designs that often bloated the attire of human nobility, yet something about his form seemed more pristine.