Chapter 558: Dragon's Might

On the top floor of the Wiltenstein Building, Hazel Wiltenstein was also eager to join the fray. She had already chosen her opponent—the vampire prince of the Sabbat, Utreid Gemicchi, who seemed like a suitable target she could handle. But just as she was about to follow Utreid Demacia and leap into the air, she was stopped by Alisa Targaryen.

"Miss Hazel, Amo just sent word asking me to prevent you from joining the battle. His exact words were: 'Just watch from here.'"

Hazel raised an eyebrow in displeasure. "Why?"

Before, she couldn't control her power, but now she had obtained everything from the Calamity Fire Dragon Lady Adriana. In every aspect of strength, she surpassed ordinary upper demigods. Even in mastering the Calamity Divine Authority, she had begun to see the light.

"This war no longer requires your participation."

Alisa Targaryen said expressionlessly, "Miss Hazel, you are the last trump card of the Wiltenstein family, and in this war, the boss has already grasped the key to victory."

She couldn't tell the truth, of course. Li Mochen still thought his sister was too young. As long as he could resolve the battle without involving her, he would try to keep her out of it.

But Hazel had already guessed this. She put her hands on her hips. "In the end, he still treats me like a child, right?"

"Hazel, you are a child after all."

It was Conshil Wiltenstein who spoke. He had not yet entered the battle. He stood with his hands behind his back before the glass curtain wall, observing the battle outside.

"That's my opinion too! Since Amo has obtained the near-complete version of 'Dragon's Might,' today's battle will be his sniping show. A war that is sure to win doesn't require us to fully expose our strength."

Hazel gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Conshil Wiltenstein's back.

She had no fondness for Conshil. When her parents died, he was one of those who stood by indifferently.

But the old man before her was, after all, Li Mochen's maternal grandfather. His authority and pressure also prevented her from acting rashly.

—It was strange. In terms of rank alone, as an upper demigod, she was clearly a whole major realm above this old man.

At this moment, Conshil Wiltenstein's eyes burned with a magma-like fervent battle intent.

He knew that Li Mochen's avatar, who had been delaying his shot, was waiting for something—and that was exactly what Conshil was anticipating.

He believed that the hatred accumulated over decades would soon come to an end.

...

"You're trying to lure Edmund into the field, aren't you?"

In Li Mochen's 'Land of Fate,' another sorcerer, Lafat de Robespierre, stood expressionlessly beside him, holding a telescope.

"Andre, I advise you not to go too far. Do you know? The White House is probably discussing which side to suppress to end this war as soon as possible. Compared to you, the National Progressive Association, with its fifteen top-hundred families, undoubtedly has more advantage and weight."

"He's right!"

It was Anthony Braden, projected here. Having just emerged from a frozen state, there were still some ice crystals on his beard.

"I know the character of those in the White House all too well. At least eighty percent of the president's advisors have various connections to the National Progressive Association. So even with my heel, I can guess what they'll say to Mr. President: kill you grandfather and grandson, and Atlanta will be safe, and all of America will return to peace. Especially you, Andre. Only by eliminating you can they truly rest easy."

As he spoke, Anthony Braden was also multitasking, helping Li Mochen calculate trajectories.

Though he couldn't personally participate in this war, his computing power, rivaling that of a chief god, could still provide strong support for Li Mochen.

"Wait a little longer!"

The 'avatar' Li Mochen, holding Dragon's Might, replied calmly, "Nine minutes. If he doesn't enter the field within nine minutes, I'll end this war. I'm only worried about you now, Robespierre. After I severely wound 'Energy Monarch' Edmund, can you, the 'World Destroyer,' capture him?"

"That depends on how badly you can wound him. If it's not to the point of near death, I'm afraid it will be difficult. I can try to make him suffer even more—the kind that won't recover for ten or twenty years. I can also ensure that he won't be able to escape America or leave the Bright World for some time afterward."

When Li Mochen cast a somewhat contemptuous glance at him, Robespierre felt a surge of anger. "If my magic tower hadn't had thirty-five percent of its magical arrays destroyed by you, he wouldn't be able to leave here alive today!"

He too wanted to kill Ron Edmund. The grudge between them now wasn't just about past frictions; it also included Jennifer's hatred.

"Besides, your request is to capture him! By the way, weren't we supposed to act a month from now? Why suddenly advance to now? My magic tower 'Scepter of Destruction' won't be teleported here for another fifteen minutes."

"Plans can't keep up with changes."

Li Mochen sighed. "Wound him to near death, you say? I'll try my best. If that's not possible, laying the groundwork now will also be good."

Regarding Edmund, although Li Mochen now had the mythical weapon 'Dragon's Might,' he wasn't very confident about sniping him in one shot.

Undoubtedly, Ron Edmund, the sorcerer known as 'Energy Monarch,' was his most dangerous enemy at present.

This man's reputation in the magical world now rivaled Bethel Eistanin, said to be on par with him—in Li Mochen's view, this assessment was somewhat inflated. But he believed that Ron Edmund's strength, under special circumstances, could reach the threshold of a middle god.

Therefore, only by catching him off guard could he inflict the greatest damage with minimal cost.

Just then, the figure of Angela Medici suddenly projected beside Li Mochen. Her expression was strange. "Amo, someone contacted me—a rather unexpected character."

"Unexpected?"

Li Mochen looked over thoughtfully. "Let me guess—it's from our enemy, right?"

Angela nodded. "It's Roland Benedict, a demigod from Philip I's side. He said he wants to see you before joining the battle."

"Wow!" Anthony shrugged. "This will be a clever defector. He's made the right choice. Though there are many fools, there are obviously smart people too."

Li Mochen chuckled. "I can accept that. Please help relay for us, Angela."

"OK!"

Angela Medici's figure quickly disappeared from his sight, and the next moment, Roland Benedict's hoarse voice came to Li Mochen's ear. "Andre Lee Wiltenstein?"

Angela was clever; she still guarded against Roland and did not project magical images of either side, only communicating by voice.

"I am."

Li Mochen had no time for pleasantries with this demigod and got straight to the point. "Roland, I can probably guess what you're thinking. I'll state my terms directly: I'll allow your family's Yvonne Benedict a dignified death, and you must not provide any assistance to the three siblings afterward. After this battle, I will permit the Benedict family to continue existing in Georgia, at a certain cost."

"Meaning I don't need to do anything else, right?" Roland's voice was slightly cold and surprised.

At this moment, in a corner of Atlanta that Li Mochen couldn't see, Roland Benedict's pupils indeed contracted slightly.

He instinctively judged that the other party was not bluffing.

"You understood correctly."

Li Mochen's tone was indifferent and distant. "But if you, Roland, can help me capture one of the demigods in this battle, I will allow the Benedict family to retain all their assets."

After saying this, he directly cut off the communication. Roland Benedict's defection surprised him, but it was nothing to be happy or concerned about.

At this moment, he had no mind for other matters. For Philip I had appeared in the south of Atlanta, officially entering the battlefield.

With a single icy dragon's breath, this man lifted the mortal crisis of the Fenrir wolf. However, Conshil's figure had already appeared before him in an instant.

The fourteen-story magic tower 'Silent Crown' was also slowly sliding out from the void, appearing high above Atlanta, now bristling with magic towers.

"Are you planning to kill your ancestor, Conshil?"

Feeling the intense killing intent pouring from the opposite side, the color in Philip I's pupils turned icy blue. "Do you now have enough confidence to think you can kill your ancestor?"

"You're wrong."

Conshil's whole body was filled with wild starlight, interweaving with the stars of the sky. "In fact, I've always had such confidence! It's you who has been afraid for the past twenty years, isn't it, Philip?"

"So you've developed such an illusion, Conshil? This must be my fault, my dereliction as an elder—"

Philip I sighed softly. "There's still a chance to correct it. Today, I will rectify your understanding of strength and weakness."

His body first turned into a flame, then spread into a sea of fire.

Those black flames originated from the same source as the Calamity Fire Dragon Lady but were slightly different. They carried the power of calamity, but also deadly curses that could even affect the minds of demigods.

At this moment, many demigod-level powerhouses nearby, including 'Enemy of Death' Thomson Beow, were all affected. Their spells and various forms of attacks began to go wrong, with all kinds of accidents occurring. In their souls and minds, various adverse changes appeared, leading them to make choices detrimental to themselves in battle, gradually worsening their situation.

More obvious was Franks, whose spirit became depressed, weak, and intensely painful, almost falling into a state of unconsciousness.

However, Conshil's counterattack was equally fierce, ruthless, and domineering to the extreme!

In that instant, the entire stretch of land beneath his feet was frozen. All buildings within a ten-kilometer radius were covered with a thick layer of ice.

On his right hand appeared an ice-blue leather glove.

The bloodline of the Silent Dragon Patrick complemented the mythical weapon in his hand.

The 'Silent Divine Authority' caused most of the magic in that airspace over Atlanta to completely fail, including some of the demigods' divine authority powers and the black flames emitted by Philip I.

Under the starlight, Conshil's withered body rapidly swelled. He transformed in an instant into a robust man, his face reverting to his youthful appearance, bearing a six-tenths resemblance to Li Mochen, handsome and masculine. At this moment, his body was also covered with a layer of star-blue source energy armor, and his aura rivaled that of the demigod berserker Kum Wilten!

Using the Star Leap technique, he flashed to a mile away in an instant. Then he punched directly into the empty void ahead, where only black flames spread.

The entire city of Atlanta shook with mountains and earth, and countless black sparks scattered in all directions. Philip I's figure reappeared. Though unharmed, his face had turned a dark blue.

"My god! Amo, your grandfather scared me."

Anthony looked incredulous. "A legendary level five Titan Holy Warrior! Besides being a warlock and mage, he also has a melee兼职?"

"Not only that. What's now empowering him are the prototypes of the forbidden spells 'Star Annihilation' and 'Absolute Zero,' along with the Silent and Ice Divine Authorities—"

Lafat de Robespierre's eyes showed understanding. "No wonder Philip, who can grasp the law of divine office through disaster and curse, is so wary of him. Your maternal grandfather Conshil, I think, as long as he can break the shackles Philip I has placed on him, he will become a new sorcerer in America."

"I can see that!" Anthony nodded slightly. "Philip I's strength is undoubtedly greater, but he is heavily restrained by Conshil."

Li Mochen did not listen to their discussion. From the moment Philip and Conshil began fighting, his eyes never left the scope, and he constantly observed and sensed the overall situation in Atlanta.

After Philip I's rescue, the Fenrir wolf performed three spatial jumps.

It seemed to hate him to the extreme, never thinking of escaping Atlanta or leaving this battlefield even when deeply trapped.

Thus, after these three jumps, the mad wolf was once again forced into a dead end by Li Mochen and Delphine!

At this moment, only twenty seconds remained before the nine-minute deadline Li Mochen had set.

A hint of anticipation flashed in Li Mochen's eyes. He wanted to know whether that sorcerer would sit by and watch the Fenrir wolf die, allowing him to seize the 'Sky Scepter,' or would intervene and step into the range of his sniper rifle.

He didn't wait long. Just half a second later, Robespierre, who had been discussing Conshil, raised his thick eyebrows. "You've got him, Andre—Ron Edmund! This is his composite divine authority 'Energy Conversion.'"

In the direction he was looking, a twenty-story magic tower was slowly squeezing in from the astral plane. The magical light at its top directly obscured the twenty-four magic tower arrays, the stars, and the moon.

Li Mochen also raised an eyebrow. He noticed that the moment this magic tower appeared, his own Life and Death Divine Authority, as well as the spells cast by Alex Granger and others, were greatly suppressed.

The divine authority 'Energy Conversion' that sorcerer possessed could convert any form of energy, including magical energy, light energy, sound energy, electrical energy, thermal energy, magnetic energy, mechanical energy, chemical energy, water energy, wind energy, biological energy, kinetic energy, and so on.

Conshil's 'Silent Divine Authority' was also rooted in interference with and freezing of various energy forms.

—This was indeed an exceptionally powerful sorcerer!

...

Just as Ron Edmund and his magic tower appeared, at the edge of Atlanta, more than a dozen men in CIA standard magical armor stepped out one after another from a teleportation gate set up there.

Following orders from the White House, the leader of the CIA Fourth Emergency Response Unit, Rosser Machin, did not act immediately upon arrival but instead set up a defensive position, awaiting further instructions.

However, just three seconds later, the figure of a blond middle-aged man materialized beside him.

"Machin, I need your help now. Attack now, targeting the Wiltenstein grandfather and grandson."

"Saras?"

Rosser Machin looked sideways at him, then frowned. "You're asking me to disobey White House orders, which is also illegal. Don't go too far, Saras. Although I do owe the National Progressive Association a favor, I can't do something this crazy for you."

"Illegal? No! No! Don't say that. Machin—"

The blond middle-aged man shook his head. "It's just that, as a frontline commander, I can't bear to see massive civilian casualties in Atlanta, so I acted on impulse."

Strangely, although the two were communicating through magical images, the more than ten members of the CIA Fourth Emergency Response Unit nearby were completely unaware.

—Even though these people all had legendary-level职业 ranks.

"But this is still insubordination! It also violates the CIA's code of conduct."

Rothus Machin's gaze remained dark and cold: "I would have to pay an enormous price, face immense political risks, even be disgraced for this, Salas! You're asking me to ruin my family."

"I can guarantee that in the ensuing public opinion, you will be hailed as a hero who saved Atlanta City, revered by all. The National Progressive Association will also provide you with the best lawyers to handle any lawsuits you may face, and help you fend off government charges to the greatest extent."

The middle-aged man chuckled softly, pointing to Atlanta City nearby: "Of course, you won't be able to stay in the CIA either. So how about becoming a tycoon leader? Look at this city—after this war, many industries here will lose their owners. Many castles near Ghost City will also become ownerless. We can help you become the head of a conglomerate with sixty billion in assets and zero debt. In the coming decades, the Machin family might even replace the Wiltons as the kings of Atlanta. Phillip is powerful and well-connected, but he won't live long."

Rothus Machin was visibly moved, his eyes showing hesitation and struggle, but he was not yet convinced.

"It sounds promising, but as far as I know, the last demigod who betrayed the government and served your National Progressive Association didn't end well."

"If you don't believe me, we can sign an Astral Contract."

The blond middle-aged man raised the dragonhide scroll in his hand, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth: "Look! The four presidents and vice presidents of the National Progressive Association, along with the heads of three Supreme Families, have signed their guarantees. The terms can also ensure your interests to the greatest extent."

"If you're interested, please act quickly. You only have ten minutes now. If you exceed this time limit, the deal is off. Also, I must mention that our association is not only making this request to you. The CIA's three East Coast Emergency Response Units and the FBI's four Special Affairs Divisions are all targets we're trying to persuade. But only two can receive this reward—"

"Ridiculous! I find it hard to imagine that someone like Wallace Carroll could be persuaded by you."

Rothus Machin said this, but his eyes narrowed as he weighed the pros and cons.

"So my task is to create a conflict between the government and the Wiltons, grandfather and granddaughter?"

"Ideally, you should incite all CIA forces to join the battle. We'll push for it at the higher levels."

The blond middle-aged man averted his gaze, looking into Atlanta City.

At that moment, 'Blood-Eyed Angel' Robert Yvonne had already thrown the berserker Kum Willton to the legendary fifth-level magic swordsman Goudra, who wielded a mythical armament, then spread her massive wind wings hundreds of meters wide and soared alone into the sky, charging toward Edmond's magic tower named 'Energy Conservation'.

Her 'Fang of the Wind God' broke through the outer defenses of the twenty-story tower with a single strike, penetrating into the tower's interior. Then a massive shockwave erupted from within the 'Energy Conservation' magic tower.

This fierce berserker, bearing the bloodline of Beowulf, had just activated her innate ability 'Essence Distortion,' creating a huge breach in the magic tower's barrier, which should have been indestructible in the energy cycle.

This sight made the blond middle-aged man's gaze even darker. He realized that if Robert Yvonne's bloodline ability evolved into a divine authority, it would be extremely terrifying.

Especially under the amplification of 'Wind of Battle' and 'Divine Authority of Life and Death,' the blood-eyed maid indeed had the power to challenge a sorcerer, forcing Ron Edmond, the 'Energy Monarch,' to take notice.

The latter's power was still fearsome; his divine authority of 'Energy Conversion' still covered all of Atlanta City. The annihilation cannon blasting from the sky made Conshuli's magic tower 'Silent Crown' totter.

But everyone could see that most of his power had been tied up by Robert, and his momentum was not as overwhelmingly dominant as expected.

"Your task, Machin, is also to help George Mattiola hold the line. The Wiltons' power is astonishing, and it's tipping the balance. If the situation doesn't change, they might win. Our association's reinforcements will take some time to reach the battlefield. Just five minutes—after five minutes, they will face destruction—"

"Understood!"

Rothus Machin let out a long sigh of turbid air, then his eyes turned cold: "Give me that contract!"

He quickly took the dragonhide scroll from the blond middle-aged man, but just as he gritted his teeth and prepared to sign his name on the scroll, his face suddenly froze.

For in the sky, a tremendous roar like a dragon god descending resounded. The overwhelming force of intimidation put immense pressure on nearly all demigods and legends within the vicinity of Atlanta City. Their very souls were shaken by the dragon's roar!

Simultaneously, a sharp gunshot rang out.

The sound was hidden within the dragon's roar and the clamor of the fierce battle among the many powerhouses in Atlanta City. But Rothus Machin still heard it, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

"Destroyer Dragon God Bahamut? Dragon's Might?"

He wondered about the target of this sniper rifle and the sniper, but he soon learned the answer. A small section of the wall at the top of the twenty-story magic tower began to annihilate.

—As everyone knew, the famous mythical armament 'Dragon's Might' possessed two divine authorities derived from the Dragon God Bahamut: one was 'Deterrence,' and the other was 'Annihilation'!