Chapter 1240 - Giralda (1)

King!

When Dyon's arm raised into the air, it felt as though the titles of the two titled Kings were empty. Before Dyon, could they really boast having such a title? What could they rule in the face of such power? Could they even stand properly in the face of Dyon's momentum?

Bors and Percival roared, having no choice but to raise their energy output to the max.

"[Rising Sun: Third Phase]!"

Percival's golden armor turned into a blaze of red-gold light, heating to such a point that its original color tinted to a scorching white. He looked no different to a blinding sun standing in the skies.

His two-handed sword extended along with a solidifying flame, increasing its body's length was a meter and a half to almost thirty meters in an instant.

"[Knight's Honor: Ninth Phase – Holy Light]!"

Bor's momentum soared, unwilling to be outdone by his long-time friend.

A strong pure light concentrated into his blade. There was no piercing heat, but there was an overwhelming sense of comfort… As though it was prepared to sheer through all evil and clear a path no matter what it faced.

Dyon's arm calmly reached its apex. He didn't use a technique. He didn't feel that he needed to. In this world, his black flames were the inevitable end to all things.

All flames descended from it. All purity was tainted by it.

"Solidify." Those were the only words he spoke.

At that moment, it was as though space was locked.

Head Arie was wrong. The characteristic that Dyon's flames had wasn't as simple as solidification. It was more accurate to label it as a characteristic capable of giving form to all things. Whether that thing be Dyon's flames giving themselves tangibility, or space itself.

Dyon's flames didn't have three characteristics, they only had a single one. However, this one characteristic was so heaven defying that the idea of them having a second or a third would be too overwhelming.

The "augmentation" and "solidification" characteristics of his black flames were only roots of the very same characteristic, birthed from giving form to all things. This characteristic, one never before seen in the world before, was known as the Creation Characteristic. Not only did Dyon's black flames have this characteristic, but so did his white flames.

Like yin and yang, they handled two spectrums of creation. The black flames could give birth to the path of greatest destruction, while his white flames gave birth to greatest good.

In this state, Dyon's comprehension of his own abilities reached an unprecedented level. It felt as though he had used his flames the right way his whole life and he finally understood just why he had mistaken the characteristics of his flames as being so weak.

The strength of his creation characteristic was reliant on his soul strength. It made sense that his creation ability would be limited to mere augmentation when his soul was so weak. He hadn't made a mistake… Rather, the truths of the matter evolved quicker than he could take into account.

When his soul reached the peak of the celestial realm, his creation characteristic leaped over a dragon gate in a single bound, reaching levels of prowess he had never felt from them before.

At that moment, Dyon's arm finally lowered, causing a wall of black flame infused sword qi to overwhelm the world.

It seemed as though, for an instant, there was only one thing happening in the entire cosmos. There was only Dyon and his blade while everything else was put on pause.

The attack was impossible to dodge. The lock on space was so fierce that it was likely only a dao formation expert could break through it… The wall of black was so large that it seemed to encompass the whole world… The blaze of heat was so ferocious that the dragon tailed lions who lay incapacitated on the ground, far too close to the battle, began to light on fire, one after the other.

The spectators who already felt that they had been blown far enough away still lost layer after layer of skin. Even the majestic Grand Templar core sect began to redden under the world ending heat.

Bors and Percival did their best, but it didn't seem to matter. They were overwhelmed by an intense sense of evil.

Their attacks meant nothing in the face of the black flame… It felt as though it could devour anything in this world… As though everything that met it could only return to its origin.

If one looked closely, you would just be able to make out that the sturdier the wall of black flames became, the clearer the profound ancient symbols on its body became… However, the moment you did so you would definitely lose your eyesight as staring into this black flame was tens of times worse than fixating your gaze on the sun!

That said… Those who could do so and survive would be shocked beyond belief… Because manifesting profound symbols was a characteristic of daos!

The attacks of Bors and Percival shattered to oblivion.

Bors' attack didn't use real holy will, instead, it used a refine light will. At the same time, Percival's attack used unique flames that didn't even have a single characteristic! What did the worst of purity wills have in the face of absolute evil? What did the weakest of fire wills have in the face of one of the greatest unique flames to ever exist?

They were directly suppressed and could only face death!

However, before they could meet their ends, a third powerful aura descended from the skies… The third King of the Grand Templar Sect had made an appearance.