Guild Wars

"Do you understand what you’re saying, cretin?! The Punishment Hall Elder is integral to our pantheon, someone we cannot do without. She and every single one of her angels have been nurtured by the pantheon and cannot be done away with!"

Luther’s words caused the pantheon to glance at him with shock, feeling as if their view of the dragonman who was usually lofty and arrogant had been refreshed. Even Gabriel began to shake with anger, wondering how this fellow who was vehemently attacking her and even saying her angels should sacrifice their dignity for the pantheon was now calling them ’integral members.’

"The Lord of Emerald is right." Poseidon, ever the wingman of evil, stood up to assist his ally on this battlefield.

"The position of Punishment Hall Elder has been held by the Queen of Angels for generations upon generations, since the very founding of our pantheon. One of our first Semi-Origin God founders was the first Queen of Angels, Serafina, so this is non-negotiable!" The fellow said with a fierce look towards Draco.

Ulido coughed. "While the others may be speaking a bit rudely, this is the truth. Even if we wanted to, we cannot let the Queen of Angels go. It is a hard rule embedded into our pantheon laws that every generation of Punishment Hall Elder can only be held by a Queen of Angels, or an Angel with the highest Divine Law comprehension in the absence of a queen."

This revelation seemed to surprise many, as they did not know of this deep rule. They simply thought Gabriel had been there since she was one of their few Supreme Law True Gods in this era, but then that would be illogical. The Supreme Pantheon once had hundreds of Supreme Law True Gods and only possessed a handful of elder positions, so how could every Tom, Dick, and Harry be so fortunate?

Justicar folded his arms. "It’s not just her. The Military Elder is only held by the one with the highest rank of law among the various military-related laws, and the same goes for the Administration Elder. The Resources Elder is usually held by the Dragon race since they are the richest and have no reason to steal, while the Elder of Foreign Affairs is usually held by Kilobar."

Draco took all this in silently and seemed to sigh deeply. "I suspected that this was the outcome, luckily I made preparations."

Huh? What did this fellow mean?

Suddenly, everyone had an ominous feeling, their hackles raising as if death was breathing down their necks.

Draco raised his finger to the sky and smiled slightly. "While it might leave my darling Angel Queen unhappy, I am determined to take her away. As such, if the pantheon is the problem preventing her from leaving, then I shall remove the entire pantheon!"

BOOM!

There was a thunderous sound from the sky of the city, causing the faces of everyone to change as their eyes seemed to pierce through the dome of the cathedral they were in to see the formerly blue sky, which now had a giant tear that stretched for hundreds of kilometers in all directions.

Within that void, they saw a starry sky backdrop with a focus on three celestial bodies: one Jupiter-sized planet with 9 continents and large blue seas, one super sun slightly bigger than the planet which was flickering with intense orange flame, and a small unassuming cold blue moon that orbited around the planet.

A flash occurred, and the moon seemed to dislodge from its orbit, shooting towards the crack so fast that it was akin to watching someone throw a ball at your face from merely 30 meters away at normal human speed. To those looking, the moon simply shot through the crack almost instantly and enlarged to the size of an actual celestial body before coming down with all its power.

Before it even crossed the majority of the atmosphere, the land below was covered with thick frost as if an ice age was upon them. The remaining grey rot that neared the city in all directions was suppressed and eliminated, while the buildings within the Supreme Pantheon began to quake and crumble under the force of the incoming mass.

Just as everyone in the pantheon and city despaired, an orange barrier lit up and surrounded the entire city in a convex style.

KRAKOOM!

The moon struck the barrier and caused it to ripple greatly, the force of the blow as well as the chilling ice halted by its power, though it began to show cracks from the point of impact that spread across its whole expanse. It was clear that even if this origin-grade barrier could withstand the attack, it would sustain severe damage requiring resources that the Supreme Pantheon no longer had to fix.

Just as Draco’s eyes flashed and he was about to add pressure to the moon, which was waning in power due to its halted momentum, Luther suddenly roared in fury and struck out with madness.

"Bastard, how dare you! Do you know how much it will cost us to fix what you’ve done?!"

His claw shone with a green light as he manifested his Supreme Law, ready to crush Draco to bits. After all, minus his potential, the only thing remarkable about him was his moon attack, but that was currently halted by the barrier surrounding the city.

If he could claw out the fellow’s heart, he might be able to resolve this calamity and even acquire his secrets as well as talents!

Thinking like this, Luther was filled with excitement and malice as he infused all his Divine Energy into this attack, hoping for it to be a one-shot.

Gabriel, who was standing in front of Draco initially and was distracted by the moon, was slapped aside by Luther in his attack and sustained light injuries as she crashed into the stands, stunned by the sudden attack from an ally. Luther did not even glance at her, his eyes fixed on Draco’s chest as he saw his goal within reach.

However, the next moment, a hand that was smaller than his claw gripped his wrist, halting his entire advance and easily dispelling the accumulated Divine Law and Divine Energy gathered there. Luther went from excited to shocked in one moment, his entire body’s force locked within, leaving him to feel as weak as a newborn hatchling.

"How…?" the dragonman muttered with confusion, but was suddenly sent into the throes of pain as Draco casually twisted his wrist the other way, shattering the bones there.

"Luther, I see you wearing the emblem of my Dragon Clan openly. Judging by the fact that you are decked in jewelry, you must be the Resources Elder of the pantheon. According to Justicar, that position is held by members of the dragon race, and I guess you must have used your shitty impure bloodline to posture as one of us." Draco spoke with derision as he tossed the hand he broke away, causing Luther to take a few steps back.

The fellow glared hatefully at Draco. "You filthy human! How dare you speak of a noble Dragon Clan member like this! Do you understand your crime by insulting the dragon race?"

Draco chuckled coldly. "Luther, you half-bred trash, you still don’t seem to realize who you are talking to…"

His easygoing nature suddenly changed as Draco erupted with the full intensity of his draconic bloodline’s power, bearing down upon Luther. This was not even his Eternal Chaotic Bloodline’s Serpent God branch, but the in-game Black Dragon bloodline he had as a result of his set.

The aura did little to the others in the council, only making them recognize the level of this fellow’s strength since it was a Divine Rank Draconic bloodline, but to Luther, it was akin to having the moon that was still outside crushing the origin barrier press down on him.

The fellow’s body exploded with green blood that splattered everywhere, flying backwards and crashing into the stands behind him. His entire visage was wretched and despair-inducing, covered with blood while all his scales had cracked, even one of his eyeballs bursting into leaky pus.

Despite this, he was still lively as hell as his remaining eyeball was completely bloodshot, his head raised with fear.

"Impossible! Impossible! Simply impossible!" Luther roared continually in a hoarse voice, blood leaking from his mouth with every word, yet he refused to swallow it back down and rather kept shouting his disbelief.

It was as if by doing this, he would be able to influence the very laws of reality to bend to his will and make his words true, but that was a futile dream.

The others were just as puzzled. They thought back to the revelations Kilobar made back then and were startled to realize that the fellow did mention that Draco was the last of the dragon race and was a Black Dragon. It was just that it got casually swept away by the other bombshell revelations back then, especially about his origin-grade bloodline.

Now that it was brought up, they realized the significance of this. The production line of Aether Crystals had long run out and even they, as True Gods, could use such crystals for many things; otherwise, the dragons would not have been so rich.

However, Draco did not stop here. He casually removed a token and held it up to the light, causing all eyes to focus on it.

"As the current Dragon King, I hereby disavow Luther and his clan from the Dragon Race henceforth!" Draco declared, and a beam of light shone on the token that formed the apparition of the Dragon King Igneus in the air above Draco.

Luther’s face changed greatly as he understood what was about to happen. "No, please wait! I am willing to discuss—"

The apparition didn’t care about his pleas as it shot off a beam of red light from its eyes that struck Luther, causing him to scream in anguish. Subsequently, the clan emblem on his robes burned away while elsewhere, his entire clan of descendants and relatives coughed out blood as they felt like they had lost something great.

Luther felt this the most as his aura weakened further, barely leaving him conscious. Draco took back the token and casually turned to Poseidon, who had risen from his seat with his trident in hand.

"Oh, does the God of the Fish have something he wants to say?" Draco asked with a mocking smile.

Poseidon’s eyes displayed coldness. "Is there a need to go so far? You are abusing your privileges as the clan head of the dragon race, and I can’t stand to watch such injustice!"

Draco shrugged. "And so what if I am? What can you do about it, Crustacean Brain?"

Poseidon’s eyes flashed with a greedy light as he raised his trident and rudely pointed it at Draco. "Relinquish the token to control the Dragon race to me, and I shall let this matter rest; otherwise, you will face the wrath of the entire sea!"

Draco froze for a split second, truly not expecting this. Then, in the next moment, he naturally burst into raucous laughter, tears streaming from his eyes as he howled and rolled. It was so uncouth and rough that some fellows were infected and couldn’t help but chuckle, while others smiled.

As for Gabriel, she hid her face in embarrassment on Draco’s behalf, her cheeks flushing red. Justicar glanced at Poseidon askance but didn’t comment, marking this fellow elder as a complete retard in his book.

Ulido coughed lightly as if trying to remind Poseidon, but one could see that he too was a bit speechless deep down. What manner of thinking did one have to possess to make such a demand?