The Seven Throne

Battle

Cheers were raised, the trumpet had sounded. Rumbling footsteps on the battlefield.

"Everyone ... Attack!" Alif shouted while raising his dagger.

The two sides clashed. The Shadow Wolf clones viciously pounced on the enemy! The front lines are protected by the Tankers with their shields.

The next wave, the Lunarian Werewolf tore the shield to leave deep marks.

The current command center is Fenrir who is at the forefront. Under her leadership, they disrupted the combat formation of enemy forces.

But that didn't have much impact because the large-scale healing magic formation was launched by the rearguard Healers.

Again this will be a battle of endurance. But Alif doesn't let this be the same as before.

His pair of daggers shot toward the sky, turning into a pair of thirty-meter-high gold and silver dragons.

The two of them talked together.

The Golden Dragon released an aura of dominating pressure, the entire enemy army slower due to pressure.

The Silver Dragon released a majestic aura which blew up the power of the Lunarian Werewolf. Their power at least doubled.

The enemy weakened by half, and Lunarian Werewolf's power doubled. This reverses the position of those who are outnumbered.

Alif drew his hand in the air quickly. His head was filled with rows of magic spells from the two dragons.

"With my blood as the king of four seasons"

Giant magic circles are created from four directions in the sky.

The Light of Gold and Silver shone like the divine light guiding the battle.

"Ancient Magic, Fusion Spirit"

Two dragons in the sky united to become a dragon more than a hundred meters high. Shiny hexagonal scales like a mirror above his body. A pair of horns sticking out of his head. His roar felt so gripping and threatening as if swallowing every soul into it.

"Ancient Spirit Emperor Dragon"

[Fusion Spirit skill is obtained]

[Tamer skill Level Up]

A mouthful of fire spewed out, the level of destruction could not be ignored in the slightest. The enemy released large-scale defensive magic. The second collision of magic caused a large wave to pound. The explosion gouged the ground outside the defensive magic leaving a large crater below.

The wizards are depressed enough to maintain defensive magic. Because they have all been weakened, fighters who are not magicians must donate Mana they have. Meanwhile, the Lunarian Werewolf kept messing up inside the barrier. A deep black mist covered the entire area within the barrier.

Alif doesn't know where it came from, but the fog seemed to confuse the Lunarian Werewolf in determining their position, so that they ended up attacking each other. The second wave of fire breath released and destroyed their magic protectors.

Black Fog seeped out quickly. The number continues to grow and increasingly dense. The fog compresses into a dark figure with a deep black robe that envelops his entire body. With a body as high as fifty meters and a face covered in darkness. A giant scythe leaned on his shoulder full of terror. It really fits the description of the angel of death itself.

After the fog completely disappeared, the battlefield once again changed. All enemies and the Lunarian Werewolf lay helpless on the ground. No, there was still a man standing with a jet black scythe in his hand. The scythe was exactly the same as the scythe of the angel of death above it, but smaller.

At the palace, a guard reports to Goudon, "Your Majesty, the last holy weapon has been stolen"

It was very clear that Goudon's face did not like hearing this news.

The soldier continued, "We have successfully confirmed that the black scythe that appears on the battlefield is a stolen weapon."

Goudon didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In fact, the last seven kings of the candidates have been found, but that is their loss because they can be stolen.

Back on the battlefield, this has been a one-on-one battle.

"Yo comrade, looks like this will be interesting" The man greeted casually.

"What do you want?"

"Well, don't be so cold. Let's get along with each other here."

"I don't want to hear that from someone who keeps burst killing intent."

That's right, the killing intent aura was released by that man. That man laughed with satisfaction, "Haha, even though I wanted to be friends with you if you didn't realize it"

He said honestly, not the slightest sign of the lie he showed.

"Then how do we solve this problem? To be honest, there's no need to continue"

"Just relax, just need one full attack to solve this problem. How about it?"

"There is no doubt"

That man's laughter suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face was erased. The huge Mana waves released to make the air vibrate violently by the pressure where it belongs. Following this path of development, Alif drained his last Mana into the Ancient Spirit Dragon. The Ancient Spirit Dragon's form was getting smaller, but the density of Mana in his body was increasing.

Alif aims to focus all his strength into one final strike. This is a bet, if after this he is attacked, there is nothing left to survive. Unlike the Ancient Spirit Dragon that getting smaller, that man's angel of death was actually getting bigger due to Mana on his was added.

The thirty-meter giant scythe was swung down at a crazy speed. The impact of the swing seemed to break up the surrounding space, creating a dimensional crack. The little Ancient Spirit Dragon released a high concentration of breath in a straight line like any laser cutting. All efforts were mobilized in one attack. Good or bad, this will be the determination.

Scythes and laser beams collide. In a few moments, the scythe and the angel of death had been split in two by a laser that turned horizontally. Furthermore, the laser beam penetrated his body and was able to cut clouds in the sky so neatly. The death angels that were split apart were broken into large amounts of particles in the air.

The man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, the attack also had an effect on him. Alif fell on his knees trying hard to hold his consciousness.

The man wiped the blood from his mouth while smiling faintly. "Looks like this is my loss. You win, man, I respect you"

"You too, brats, I admit you"

The two of them quickly lost consciousness and fainted on the ground. Cheers rumbled throughout the Alvion kingdom. This is a very tense battle and ends in an unexpected way. Of course, this had a big influence on the residents of the Alvion kingdom. In their hearts, the two men were extraordinary people. In this case, news of the seven kings in the Alvion kingdom spread like wildfire.

Even within a few days, it had reached the ears of the king of the neighboring kingdom. Alif and the man's authenticity were genuine, so they were eliminated from the suspicions of the false seven holy kings. But there are still six more candidates who need to be suspected. And the participation of those who challenged Alif seemed a little odd, wasn't there too many of them? Currently, the Alvion kingdom is investigating this matter. They don't want to be cheated during the second time.