Chapter 65: Chapter 65: The Finale

As the Dreadnaught Colossus began its catastrophic charge toward the city wall, City Lord Longus knew he had to act now. The ground shook beneath the beast's colossal weight, and the very air seemed to tremble with its impending destruction.

City Lord Longus, his heart heavy as he stepped forward, fully aware of the dire consequences if he failed to defeat it. If this monstrosity breached the walls, the human casualties would be catastrophic—far worse than they had already endured.

One-third of the city's defenders had already fallen at the hands of these beasts, and the numbers weighed heavily on his shoulders. If it increases more, the lives inside the city would be massacred in minutes.

Of course, he full well knew that there was also his wife and daughter inside the fortress.

With hardened determination etched into his handsome face, Longus glanced at the other A-Rank powerhouses who were locked in fierce combat, holding back the tide of smaller beasts.

Their efforts were praiseworthy, but this was his burden to bear. If he couldn't kill the Dreadnaught Colossus, the city would be lost.

With a resolve forged in countless battles, City Lord Longus launched himself into the sky, his body a blur of motion.

"Heavenly Crow Transformation (S)!" he roared, his voice echoing through the battlefield.

In a blinding flash, his form began to shift, enveloped in flames that burned with the intensity of a dying star. His body expanded, feathers of dark fire sprouting from his back as he transformed into a massive, crow-like creature of nearly 100 meters long. His eyes blazed like molten gold, and his wings, now immense and awe-inspiring, cracklingo with fiery energy.

"KAAAWRR!"

As the transformation completed, City Lord Longus was no longer merely a man—he was an Heavenly Fire Crow, a living embodiment of celestial fire and wrath.

With a powerful flap of his wings, he ascended higher, the heat radiating from his body scorching the very air around him. The sky above darkened, as if night had fallen early, and the battlefield was illuminated by the eerie, fiery glow of his presence.

He fixed his burning gaze on the Dreadnaught Colossus below, its massive form still hurtling toward the city.

"KAAAWRR!"

With a cry that shook the heavens, Longus unleashed a torrent of searing flames from his wings, cascading down like a hellish rainstorm. The flames were not just ordinary fire—they were the Heavenly Crow's Flames, capable of reducing even the mightiest of beasts to ashes.

Seeing his magical attack not working on the creature, Longus opened his mouth and let out a terrifying scream as if it shook the heavens. "KAAAWRR."

City Lord Longus watched intently as the Dreadnaught Colossus convulsed from the sound attack. The piercing scream had shaken the heavens, and it was clear that the creature was vulnerable to this auditory onslaught. This was a crucial discovery, one that he could exploit.

Seeing the effect, he grinned. He finally found its weakness—physical damage.

In his Heavenly Fire Crow form, he knew he had to press the advantage before the Colossus could recover.

With a swift motion, Longus spread his massive, Phoenix-like wings, each feather bristling with energy.

These weren't ordinary feathers-they were forged from the toughest components of the celestial flames and imbued with holy power, each one capable of delivering devastating damage.

He focused his energy, channeling all his power into his wings. The feathers began to glow with a fierce, golden light, their edges sharp as blades.

He could feel the destructive potential within them, each one ready to unleash holy retribution upon the dark creature below.

With a powerful flap of his wings, he sent thousands of these deadly feathers hurtling toward the Dreadnaught Colossus.

The sky above the battlefield darkened as the barrage of fiery daggers rained down, each one trailing a streak of light as it descended.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The feathers struck with explosive force, each impact resonating across the battlefield like thunder. The holy power infused in the feathers tore through the dark shroud that surrounded the Colossus, each strike causing the creature to roar in agony.

The holy energy seared its flesh, leaving behind gaping wounds that sizzled and smoked.

The damage from the attack was significant. The creature's once-impenetrable darkness veil was now riddled with injuries, its dark energy wavering as the holy power disrupted its form.

The Dreadnaught Colossus staggered, its massive body trembling under the relentless assault..