My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 490 - 491: Dragon Emperor’s Self-Destruction!
Previously on My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel...
Stepping into the River of Time brought back that all-too-familiar sensation.
Yet this journey differed sharply from the previous one.
Bolstered by the Demon God's potent energy, he and Sally now had the freedom to select far beyond a mere three time nodes.
This shift implied...
On this occasion, he could plunge straight into the depths of the River of Time, hunting down the remaining two fragments of Sally’s Divine Pattern.
He might even travel to whatever node in the River of Time suited him, sparking events into action.
For their initial destination.
Gu Xing picked the time node pulsing with Sally’s most intense awareness and entered it.
Boom——!
A thunderous explosion overwhelmed Gu Xing’s senses in an instant.
The air hung heavy with a thick, suffocating stench of blood and searing heat.
He materialized amid a chaotic battlefield.
Cracked earth stretched out, stars blazed fiercely, and the landscape was riddled with jagged spatial fissures.
The heavens above bore a grimy crimson hue, evoking the arrival of apocalypse.
Five ominous silhouettes radiated boundless hostility, embodying the world's deepest terrors.
Upon spotting these five forms clearly, Gu Xing’s eyes widened in shock.
It appeared he had landed in the era of the Demon God’s assault.
Looming in the skies at that instant stood five Demon Gods!
Shockingly, among those five Demon Gods lurked the very one he had recently defeated...
Demon God Abyss!
Facing them...
A colossal five-clawed golden dragon, spanning tens of thousands of feet, was soaked in gore.
Most of its scales had peeled away, exposing blackened bones and mangled tissue beneath.
One claw gone, a ghastly gash across its belly nearly split it in two, with dragon blood cascading to stain the ruined terrain below.
This was the Dragon Emperor, the mightiest being in the Alternate Space.
Yet now, he teetered on the edge of oblivion.
In the Dragon Emperor’s wake lay utter ruin.
The nine Pseudo-God presences battling at his side had dimmed to near nothing.
Only lingering wounds bore witness to their once-vibrant fight.
The sole survivor in somewhat better shape was an Elf with frayed wings of light, barely upholding the Law of Life.
And she was someone Gu Xing knew well.
The Elf Empress!
Still, the Elf Empress looked pushed to her breaking point right then, pale golden blood trickling from her lips nonstop.
Next, Gu Xing’s eyes shifted to a spot nearby.
There, a lone figure dropped to her knees.
Clad in a bloodied and muddied pale golden gown, her flowing locks tangled wildly, her stunning features drained of vitality.
Those formerly radiant pale golden dragon eyes now reflected only hopelessness and emptiness.
It was Long Qingyan.
Right now, her cultivation stood at Totem Tier Nine, a single stride from Pseudo-God status.
But that tiny gap rendered her helpless against the Divine Level clash.
All she could do was witness her father cornered by the five Demon Gods, hanging by a thread.
All she could do was see elder after elder burn their core and clash with desperate fury.
All she could do was behold the Alternate Space overrun by Demon Gods, its inhabitants plunged into catastrophe.
"Father... Emperor..."
She whispered to herself, her tears long since spent.
In that instant, Gu Xing’s form materialized right by her side.
Long Qingyan jolted in surprise, unaware of how anyone had drawn so close.
Yet as she raised her head in bewilderment and locked eyes on Gu Xing’s visage, her vacant gaze snapped into focus.
This face... This face!
Though the aura and bearing felt utterly alien, she could never confuse it!
It was him!
The man who had once alerted her father to the looming Demon Race onslaught!
"It’s... it’s you?!"
Disbelief flooded Long Qingyan, as though fearing this was merely a dying hallucination.
Gu Xing regarded the shattered Long Qingyan.
She had matured fully.
From a playful youth into a true Dragon Race Princess.
However, in this dire hour, she resembled a flame guttering in the wind.
Nothing like the poised yet haunted Long Qingyan of later days!
"Please! Please save my father! Save this world!"
Clutching at her final hope, Long Qingyan lunged forward and collapsed at Gu Xing’s feet.
Casting aside all decorum, she seized his garments, tilted her tear- and blood-smeared face upward, and begged with every ounce of her being:
"As long as you can save them, I’m willing to give you anything!"
"My life, my soul, everything I have can be yours! Please!"
Witnessing this, Gu Xing froze for a beat.
A memory struck him then of Long Qingyan’s earlier words.
She had implored him once!
That marked the sole occasion she had ever beseeched another!
Though Long Qingyan had first claimed her plea went to the Alternate Space’s Savior.
Her actions now forced Gu Xing to grasp a startling truth.
The Savior...
Turned out to be him!
This revelation linked every thread in his mind.
As the Savior, he must be the one who bound the Demon God...
Himself!
Right then, another recollection hit him.
The aura around those nine Demon Gates felt so akin to... Tushan Yueli’s!
At first, Gu Xing aimed only to claim Sally’s lost Divine Pattern Fragment.
He had no intention of meddling in this time node’s flow.
Before, his bid to halt the Demon God’s incursion had failed utterly.
The tide of destiny could not be turned!
Thus, he had planned to remain a mere observer this round.
But circumstances...
Had woven him into history’s weave unexpectedly.
Gu Xing’s sight drifted beyond Long Qingyan, settling on the Dragon Emperor far off in the sky, his power fading fast.
With his sharp vision, he could tell the Dragon Emperor neared total collapse.
Core drained dry, divine soul battered beyond repair.
Only sheer defiance kept him upright, collapse imminent.
"Boom——!!!"
As connections crystallized in Gu Xing’s thoughts, a shocking twist erupted overhead!
That enormous golden dragon, its Life Fire flickering toward darkness.
The very second Gu Xing arrived, those immense, shadowed dragon eyes ignited with one last glimmer.
He ignored the five Demon Gods cackling madly, overlooked the Elf Empress toiling in his shadow.
His stare cut through fractured voids to fix on Gu Xing.
That look conveyed...
At last, ease!
"Finally... you’re here!"
A frail soul message, laced with liberation, echoed straight into Gu Xing and Long Qingyan’s cores.
"Father——!!!"
Sensing the end, Long Qingyan wailed in agony and lunged skyward.
But it proved far too late.
Abruptly, the vast dragon frame burst forth with light surpassing its bounds, a final blaze before the end!
This golden radiance wasn’t meant for striking, but rather...
Self-destruction!
"Old dragon eel, what are you trying to do?!"
Demon God Abyss detected the peril and bellowed in alarm.
Yet his retort came as the Dragon Emperor’s defiant, world-shaking roar!
"Roarーー!!!"
This bellow drained every last reserve, booming across the cosmos.
The Dragon Emperor’s broken colossal form detonated from the inside out!
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