Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 791: The End of the Mountain Breaker

An all-encompassing silence descended.

The thunderous booms of explosions had ceased. The roar of mana waves was gone, and even the tremors from a clash of powers capable of annihilating continents had vanished. Abruptly, everything became quiet.

The colossal dust cloud that had blotted out the sky began to dissipate slowly, as if the world itself hesitated to witness the scene at the epicenter of the conflict.

Then, all those observing from a distance stood utterly still.

The forest was annihilated. Mountains that had endured for millennia were no more. The earth was rent open for kilometers, its subterranean layers revealed like a gargantuan wound.

Yet, precisely at the heart of such rampant destruction, the accursed tree remained standing. Its roots stirred subtly within the soil, and the luminescent fruit adorning its branches pulsed, reminiscent of an ancient entity's heart.

And beneath it, Daniel remained, completely unscathed. Not a single wound marred him, not even a speck of dust soiled his attire. It was as if he played no part in the surrounding devastation, as if he were merely a passerby who had stumbled upon the scene.

His sword was lowered quietly, his expression as impassive as if he had merely pruned a dead branch.

But what truly instilled terror in Walterk's army was their own state. Initially, no one perceived it, for they were all still standing.

The armored soldiers, the spellcasters, the commanders, and every individual wielding mana.

Even the colossal war beasts accompanying the army were immobilized. Their eyes were wide, their faces etched with shock. Some were caught mid-assault, others half-turned, as if contemplating flight mere moments prior.

Yet, they did not move. It was as though time itself had halted, freezing everyone in their tracks.

Then, the first figure collapsed. Without a sound of impact, without any visible force.

They simply began to disintegrate into grayish particles, vanishing into the air, as if the very essence of their existence had been severed.

Then the second person. And the third. In swift succession, the entire army disintegrated. Thousands of bodies crumbled silently, akin to statues suddenly succumbing to the ravages of time.

A hushed wave of dread rippled through the concealed observers, as none could fully comprehend the event that had transpired.

The power displayed bore no resemblance to mana, magic, or even the recognized laws of the world. It was pure annihilation.

At the center of the ravaged landscape, Walterk Bloodfang still stood.

The sole survivor. His immense axe lay fractured in two. His colossal form was webbed with cracks, and ash-like particles rained from unseen fissures on his skin.

But the most chilling sight was his eyes. For the first time in an age, the Mountain Breaker was gripped by fear.

Fear. When had he last experienced such an emotion? It had been so long he couldn't recall.

Perhaps it was during his youth, a vulnerable wanderer in a world where the strong preyed upon the weak. Yes, it was then, facing mortal peril, that he had known fear.

But subsequently, driven by a personal vow, he had remained fearless. Until this very moment.

His gaze was locked onto Daniel, as if he had finally grasped that the entity before him was beyond the reach of conventional power.

His lips moved infinitesimally, as though intending to utter something. Perhaps his son's name, or maybe a question.

But before a single utterance could escape, his body too began to crumble, and Walterk Bloodfang, one of the continent's ten preeminent Eternal Warriors, vanished into silence.

He likely never envisioned that a warrior of such renown and respect would meet such an ignominious end.

Perhaps he always imagined his final moments would be facing the monstrous entity that had razed two continents. Yet, fate often deviates from our expectations.

Moments later, an unnatural darkness enveloped the entire battlefield. The tree's immense roots surged from the earth, resembling ancient serpents awakened from slumber.

Subsequently, all life force, everything, was drawn inexorably towards the tree.

The fruit overhead intensified its glow. Its luminescence was no longer serene; it pulsed like the vital organ of a living creature. Each beat reverberated through the air, making it heavier and causing space itself to subtly tremble.

This abundance of readily available sustenance was sufficient to catalyze a significant phase of accelerated growth.

Meanwhile, Elisira remained frozen, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where Walterk had stood moments before.

She was aware of the Eternal Warriors. The entire continent recognized their might. Beings whose presence could end wars. Entities that even the Holy Empire regarded with utmost caution.

And now, one of them had been erased in an instant. Without a struggle, without resistance, without even the possibility of a reaction.

Not merely one Eternal Warrior, but his entire formidable army—an force capable of subjugating nations and striking fear into the hearts of all races. They had simply perished… like that?

Slowly, her gaze shifted towards Daniel. He remained standing as before.

Elisira remained indifferent and calm, as if nothing extraordinary had transpired. This time, Elisira was truly terrified of the monster disguised as an attractive man. It wasn't the looming threat of the war or the encroaching forest that filled her with dread, but him—this man! Or perhaps, it would be more accurate to label him an uncharted, monstrous entity.

"What... what exactly is he?"

Across the vast continent, golden eyes blazed in the darkness. These were the Golden Eyes, an innate ability that granted the powerful the means to survey the battlefield from unimaginable distances.

Within ancient spires, in fortresses long since abandoned, and in the deepest sanctums of temples.

Esteemed mages, leaders of influential noble houses, and beings who had chosen to remain hidden from the world for eons all witnessed the same unfolding spectacle.

And this was no vision any of them could readily comprehend or accept. This seemingly simple scene had escalated their vigilance to its absolute zenith.

They might be confronting a monstrous entity possessing power on par with the corruption beasts that had devastated two entire continents.

Yet, an unnerving silence permeated the Holy Palace. The incandescent golden light within the eyes of four individuals gradually dimmed.

The Holy Emperor. The Grand Minister. The Grand Knight. And Serius.

No words were uttered, not from a lack of things to say, but because their minds were still grappling to process the enormity of what they had witnessed.

Serius was the first to break the silence with a laugh, though it was an unsettling sound.

It was short, brittle, and fragmented—barely qualifying as a laugh. It was more akin to the desperate reaction of one teetering on the brink of madness, or perhaps already lost within it.

"How utterly foolish..." he murmured, running a hand across his face.

His laughter slowly subsided.

"Is that monster... truly of this world?" For the first time in his life, his keen analytical mind offered no solution.

His entire existence had been governed by logic, the careful accumulation of information, and precise prediction. However, the events he had just witnessed defied all logical frameworks.

The Grand Knight remained mute. His fists trembled almost imperceptibly. In his mind's eye, he replayed the moment he had stood before Daniel.

Had he attacked that day, he would undoubtedly be dead by now. There would have been no contest, no struggle, simply an immediate end.

Worse still... he might have incited the monster's wrath, leading to the annihilation of the entire empire along with himself.

An individual capable of so effortlessly dispatching one of the continent's ten preeminent Eternal Warriors—he harbored grave doubts that their empire stood any chance against such a being. This chilling realization sent a tremor down his spine.

After a prolonged period of silence, the Holy Emperor finally spoke. His voice resonated with a gravitas more profound than ever before. Even he, with his immense pride and ingrained arrogance, had finally been forced to confront an undeniable truth.

"What course of action should we pursue now?"

No immediate response was offered. Serius intently studied the map spread across the table for several long moments.

"Beyond a Half Step-Divine..." he stated quietly,

"I highly doubt anyone possesses even a remote chance of laying a hand on him."

The atmosphere within the chamber grew increasingly oppressive. Half Step-Divine entities.

Beings whose very existence was questioned by most, shrouded in myth and legend. Their power was such that they typically abstained from mortal affairs, intervening only when the world itself faced imminent collapse.

"However, we have no established means of contacting them," the Grand Minister interjected, his brow furrowed.

"Half Step-Divine beings intervene solely at their own discretion."

"Your master is one such individual," the Holy Emperor declared, his gaze suddenly fixed upon Serius.

A hush fell over the room.

This was the primary reason behind the immense respect afforded to Serius throughout the Holy Empire, and particularly by the Emperor himself: the formidable being who stood behind him. A power that truly represented the absolute pinnacle of worldly might.

Even the Grand Knight shifted his posture, acknowledging a truth rarely voiced aloud.

"I shall seek an audience with my master," Serius announced with a quiet sigh. "Although... it may prove necessary to consult with the Divine Prophet herself as well."

The Holy Emperor slowly rose from his seat, his white and gold ceremonial robe trailing regally behind him.

"I will speak with the Divine Prophet," he affirmed, his expression hardening.

"Furthermore, elevate that monster's threat classification to the absolute highest level. Increase his bounty from one hundred million gold coins... to a staggering ten billion."

"Your Majesty... that sum represents nearly half of the entire imperial treasury," the Grand Minister exclaimed, looking up sharply.

"Do we truly have an alternative?" the Emperor retorted, his composure unwavering.

He surmised that following the day's events, few would dare to pursue this particular monster. He did not wish for that to be the case.

Perhaps such an astronomical sum might even pique the interest of some of those ancient, reclusive figures dwelling in the shadows.

He then turned towards the exit.

"Until a viable solution is devised to address him... I wish not to see any of you," he commanded, his back still to them as he departed.

The door clicked shut, plunging the room back into silence. Serius remained the sole figure visible, his gaze fixed upon the marked location on the map.

A forest that now bore a terrifying resemblance to the epicenter of a living nightmare.

And for the first time in his entire life, he felt an overwhelming sense of utter helplessness.