Zilliax was indeed a masterpiece mecha of the Golden Age, but in the end, it was a mass-produced item. Compared to divine authority, it was utterly insignificant.
Previously, Faust needed to pilot a titan to stand on the battlefield of the 【hero】es, but at this moment, the titan mecha had become a burden.
"This is... a god..."
The titan's cores seemed to recognize the source of that violent power, but these ancient constructs did not continue. Instead, they silently disengaged the modules of the Zilliax.
Faust leaped from the cockpit, and the moment he exited the machine, the dragon breath brewing within the dragon's eye arrived in an instant.
"Boom—"
Without the protection of the divine shield module, Faust received the dragon breath with his bare flesh.
"Faust!"
"Your Highness!!"
Seeing this, the women turned pale with fright. Even if they held the thought of "at worst, we die together," that was the final line. They did not truly want to see Faust roasted into charcoal.
Viviana was about to rush forward when she stopped in her tracks—because from within the dragon's flame, Faust strode out with vigorous steps. His clothes had naturally been entirely vaporized, revealing a physique like that of a classical sculpture.
And on the prince's body, which was filled with masculine beauty, there was not a single scorch mark.
"Why has the singing stopped?"
Faust looked toward Snow White and tilted his head back.
"Keep singing. Play the song of victory for me!"
Hearing this, Selena smiled. "Any song of victory is fine, but can you bring us the win?"
"Absolutely! It'll be easy! Selena, Lola, watch closely. I will fulfill my promise to you... I will end the curse, right here and now!"
Faust laughed loudly and walked toward the dragon's eye.
From within the rift, the dragon flame continued to surge, bathing Faust's entire body.
The burning of the dragon breath, which was enough to incinerate the sanity of any ordinary person, only made Faust frown slightly; if anything, it helped him concentrate.
Compared to the heat in his heart, the embers of the dragon's eye were truly insignificant.
"So this is the Great Thunder? Such a magnificent power. I truly cannot believe any fairy would refuse it."
【For a son of man, being obsessed with power is perhaps excusable, but for a fairy, it is nothing more than a channel through which power can be used. Furthermore, I must remind you that your body cannot withstand too much divine authority. Finish this quickly.】
Faust asked, "How long can I last?"
【I can guarantee stability for twenty minutes.】
"Twenty minutes... That is more than enough."
Faust let out a soft breath. There were no highlights or focus in his reddish-brown eyes, but they were overflowing with lightning.
He looked at the dragon's eye.
That look was not one of fear or anger; it didn't look like he was staring at a world-destroying archfiend at all.
Instead, it was as if he were looking at an inanimate object. Though he was looking up, he was truly looking down upon it.
"Step—"
The man's footsteps stopped. The dragon's eye drove the dragon projection to block his path.
Faust raised his head, and pure azure thunder appeared out of thin air around the prince, leaping joyfully.
Dancing amidst the sweep of thunder and storms, the overflowing lightning gradually became familiar with its new vessel, beginning to pour more divine authority into him.
Faust "heard" the Great Thunder shouting to him, calling out to him.
Kill kill kill kill kill! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Blast every enemy who dares oppose you into dust! Take every beautiful female for yourself!
Hold absolute power! Be praised and sung of for billions of years! Become eternal, become supreme, become... the god-king!
So arrogant, so greedy, so... domineering!
Faust was almost intoxicated by this reckless fantasy, but in just a few breaths, his eyes returned to clarity.
【Oh, I was planning to wake you up. A son of man who has never touched divine authority can easily have his mind twisted under the initial impact.】
Mephistopheles seemed quite surprised, not expecting the prince to clear his own mind.
Faust said calmly, "I simply know one thing: the god-king is just a position. If one's virtue does not match their position, disaster will surely follow."
"However, that state just now... was indeed very pleasurable. I can set it as my goal."
The prince smacked his lips as if savoring the aftertaste, then reached out his hand.
"Also, I think I've grasped how to use this divine authority..."
Lightning wove together like branches, converging and solidifying, gathering in the prince's palm by his will.
The light within the fire, the thunder within the light!
Praise that which is worthy of praise! The source of life, the brilliance of existence, the holiness that shines upon the world!
"Praise the Sunlight Spear!"
Raising the lightning spear in his hand, Faust laughed while offering praise. With a heroic roar, a blinding flash like the sun was gripped tightly in the prince's hand. Lightning swirled in his palm, and a sanctity capable of destroying everything quickly took the shape of a converged spear.
Faust stepped forward one pace at a time, squeezing his own potential.
Even with Mephistopheles acting as a filter, he still felt his body exceeding its load. Cracks appeared on his skin, glowing with a golden luster.
But such pain was not even worth mentioning compared to the exhilaration!
Faust raised his arm, the tip of the sword-spear pointing directly at the dragon projection. The latter's vast, broad wings vibrated, kicking up scarlet ash.
The battle resumed!
The dragon's eye no longer chanted fancy dragon-speech spells; its mana reserves no longer supported such things.
It could only drive the projected dragon to fight, supplemented by spell bombardments.
Before, Faust was thinking about kiting, trying his best to avoid damage, but now?
With the Great Thunder, did he still need to avoid their edge?!
Now, I just want to use the most violent power to blow everything the hell up! Dragon's eye, dragon's curse—I'll blow them all to pieces!
Every collision between the two sides kicked up exaggerated airwaves, with visible tremors rippling out one after another.
The dragon projection's movements were grand and sweeping, fast as lightning and forceful as a landslide!
It swept with its tail, swiped with its claws, and pierced with its massive jaws!
Yet it was useless. Faust blocked everything and struck back. Golden lightning raged, and the two opponents, despite the vast difference in size, were actually evenly matched for a time.
Time flowed second by second, and everyone watched this rare legendary battle with rapt attention.
And the state of the battle became clear amidst the dragon's repeated roars.
The dragon projection's hind legs were pierced, its front claws were severed, its flank was torn open, and even half of its head was blasted away.
After Faust crushed the projection, he finally approached the defenseless dragon's eye.
Then, he aimed at the dark red rift, raising his right hand to condense a lightning spear.
"Thump—"
The Sunlight Spear exploded, pierced, and tore through the dragon's eye.
As the dragon's eye erupted with hot blood capable of melting steel, true red embers mixed with gore poured down like a volcanic eruption.
But this was not the end. Faust continued to hurl Sunlight Spears.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom—"
One pure, golden lightning spear was thrown after another. One, ten, a hundred, a thousand... it was truly endless.
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