Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 800: The Final Meal ?

The very sky seemed to buckle and groan under the immense power of countless arrays shimmering into existence. Celestial chains of pure light stretched across the entire horizon, a breathtaking spectacle connecting the heavens to the deepest parts of the earth, as if the world itself had been ensnared to prevent any escape. A soft breeze rustled through the colossal roots of a tree, and with each radiant pulse from the golden fruit nestled among its branches, a profound wave rippled through space. This wave compelled even the vast armies arrayed beyond the ruins to involuntarily hold their breaths in awe.

It was as though the ancient tree, in solidarity with its guardian, was conveying a silent message: he was not alone in facing this formidable host. And at the very epicenter of this overwhelming pressure, Daniel remained seated in perfect tranquility.

His gaze, golden and unwavering, met the four formidable beings before him. Individually, any one of them possessed the power to reshape the destiny of a major superpower. Yet, the most astonishing aspect was Daniel's genuine composure, a state far removed from that of a cornered individual.

Instead, he seemed like a being who had finally stumbled upon something truly captivating. And in truth, this was precisely the case. Since the commencement of the fourth floor's challenges, he had yet to encounter an adversary capable of enduring even a single one of his assaults, let alone resisting him. But now? And facing this colossal army? Perhaps, just perhaps, they could finally coax him into unleashing a fraction of his true strength.

Or perhaps not... Regardless, it would undoubtedly prove more stimulating than any of his previous encounters in this place. Following that rather audacious declaration, a profound stillness descended upon the battlefield. No one dared to make the first move; no arcane energy was unleashed, and even the soldiers positioned behind their commanders remained frozen in place.

Every soul present was acutely aware of the legend of Walterk, and consequently, no one was foolish enough to initiate hostilities without deep consideration. The elven woman's eyes, the color of emeralds, calmly surveyed Daniel. Throughout her extended existence, she had borne witness to ancient monstrosities, corrupted abominations, and even the lingering specters of primeval conflicts. Yet, this presence bore no resemblance to any of them. Monsters were inherently chaotic, their power wild and untamed.

But Daniel? The very fabric of space around him exuded an unnerving stillness, as if the fundamental laws of existence were quietly revolving in his wake. This profound calm was infinitely more terrifying than any explosive manifestation of mana. The dragon, too, narrowed his own golden eyes. From the moment of his arrival within these ruins, a distinct and ancient aroma had permeated his senses – an aroma that resonated solely within the deepest recesses of draconic ancestral memory.

It was neither the scent of a human nor any known monster, but something akin to the primordial entities of yore, beings spoken of with hushed reverence even by the most ancient of dragons. Furthermore, for reasons he couldn't quite articulate, a peculiar kinship stirred within him towards this individual – an emotion he himself couldn't fully comprehend. On another front, Rodric Halvis, the esteemed commander of the Sky Knights Guard, stood resolute. Beneath his frigid exterior, his mind raced with frantic analysis. Thousands of suppression arrays were operational, potent enough to immobilize even an Eternal Warrior.

Yet, Daniel's aura remained virtually unperturbed, a fact that truly plunged Rodric into the stark reality of an 'unknown threat' for the first time in recent memory. It was conceivable that today, they stood on the precipice of confronting the continent's second-greatest menace—an enigmatic entity whose unchecked existence could herald an impending catastrophe for the continent's future. Miralia, the wizened elder, subtly moved her fingers, intricate magical circles swirling into existence behind her, consuming staggering amounts of mana with each passing second. This consumption far exceeded her projections, as if the very world were resisting the confinement of this extraordinary being.

Consequently, a faint shiver traced its way down the old woman's spine. She recalled past training skirmishes with Eternal Warriors, yet even against them, she had never expended such a terrifying quantity of mana to sustain such a multitude of arrays. What manner of being could this be, whose mere presence rendered even the most formidable arrays gasping for breath? Amidst the oppressive silence, Daniel finally broke the quietude. “Who are you?” His voice, remarkably serene, cut through the tension.

The query was disarmingly simple, yet its very simplicity amplified the surreal atmosphere blanketing the field. For the individual whose presence had mobilized an entire continent now acted as if merely harboring a casual curiosity. Varkas was the first to advance. His colossal draconic wings unfurled, eclipsing the sky, while tendrils of dark flame writhed amongst his obsidian scales. “Varkas,” he boomed, his voice akin to a tempest's roar.

“Son of the Ash Dragon Tribe, he who has feasted upon the hearts of three Dragon Kings.” A menacing grin stretched across his face, revealing sharp fangs glinting amidst the inferno. “And the one destined to claim your head this very day.” Following in his wake, Alindra stepped forward with quiet grace. In stark contrast to Varkas's explosive demeanor, her presence was reminiscent of a serene forest poised on the brink of a raging storm. Her flowing silver robes danced in the wind, and her pristine white bow gleamed, reflecting the ethereal moonlight. “Alindra Alwin,” she declared, her gaze momentarily lingering on the luminous golden fruit situated behind Daniel.

"Voice of the Eternal Forest, representing the High Elves." Her voice carried no threat, nor anger, but a sense of solemn duty, as if her presence was a foregone conclusion. Indeed, it was. Were it not for the Life Crystal bestowed by the Holy Empire, the elves would not have been present today. Yet, having arrived, she was determined to fulfill her obligations meticulously.

Rodric stepped forward without any superfluous movements, his white and gold armor glinting under the ethereal luminescence of the arrays.

"Rodric Halvis, the Divine Sword and Commander of the Sky Knights Guard." His declaration resonated with unyielding authority and a palpable killing intent. To him, the Divine Prophet was akin to a mother, a saint, the very manifestation of divinity in their world. And the entity standing before him had dared to defy the Divine Prophet. It was Rodric who harbored the most intense animosity towards Daniel, perhaps the sole individual present consumed by genuine hatred and rage. The others who had gathered, save for the Sky Knights Guard who shared his sentiment, were motivated by honor, reward, or mere adherence to orders.

Miralia was the final arrival.

The sightless elder slowly lifted her head, a golden radiance emanating from beneath her closed eyelids.

"Miralia, Keeper of the Sacred Arrays and Disciple of the Lady of a Thousand Laws." Her aged voice reverberated through the heavens.

"As long as I draw breath... this encirclement shall not be breached."

Daniel’s golden irises swept over each of them, not with apprehension, but with a serene, analytical gaze. His attention then settled upon Alindra. Among everyone assembled, the elf presented the most captivating enigma.

This was due to the weapon she wielded – the sole artifact present capable of inflicting true harm, or even death, upon him. And wasn't that a prospect that heightened the thrill?

The elven woman’s gaze was likewise fixed, with quiet intensity, upon the colossal tree behind him.

"What manner of tree is that?" For the first time, a subtle fissure appeared in her composed demeanor.

A gentle breeze rustled through the immense branches. Her eyes were drawn inexorably to the luminescent golden fruit.

"And that... fruit." She faltered for a moment.

"Why do I sense that even nature itself recoils from it?" Elves, as beings intrinsically tied to nature, possessed a unique sensitivity.

While all trees were integral components of the natural world, she could distinctly perceive an aura of fear emanating from this particular tree, referred to as the cursed tree. They had, of course, received the Divine Prophet’s directive to annihilate it, but had previously dismissed it. Their isolated existence meant they seldom heeded the Divine Prophet's commands. Yet, witnessing this tree firsthand – a tree that commanded the very fear of nature – she began to consider that its destruction might indeed be the righteous course of action.

A pregnant silence descended.

"From whence do you hail?" But before Daniel could offer a response, Rodric interjected sharply.

"No entity possessing such formidable power is documented in our annals. And what emboldened you to defy the Divine Prophet?"

"Or perhaps you merely clawed your way out of the infernal depths." Varkas jeered, the obsidian flames crackling around his maw intensifying.

Yet, Daniel remained unperturbed. He held his silence for a few critical seconds.

"Merely a passerby." This was his concise reply.

His statement hovered between deception and candor, more akin to the utterance of a being who genuinely felt detached from this world.

Varkas erupted into laughter, a sound that seemed to convulse the very air.

"A passerby?" He then unleashed his mana, an overwhelming torrent of power.

Instantly, the sky blazed. The very clouds fractured, and tendrils of black flame writhed across the firmament like colossal wyrms.

"Enough." His golden eyes ignited with a fierce light.

"Our purpose here is not idle chatter." Behind him, a cacophony of a hundred dragons erupted in a thunderous roar.

A sound that echoed through the mountains, shaking them to their core. Yet, amidst this colossal pressure, Alindra observed Daniel in contemplative silence.

For a fleeting instant, an unsolicited thought surfaced in her mind: four against one hardly seemed fair. And this was not a confrontation against a mere mortal.

They commanded an entire armada behind them. A force of unprecedented scale – the grandest allied army in the continent's recorded history.

But she swiftly amended her thought: this being was a true monster.

Rodric silently acknowledged the same stark reality. For him, the principle of justice was paramount.

They were aware of the incident involving Walterk; they had no intention of courting failure and jeopardizing this entire endeavor.

Naturally, they harbored no doubt about their impending victory. Regardless of this 'monster's' might, he stood no chance against their combined might.

Their confidence was so profound that they believed even the ten mightiest Eternal Warriors of the continent – now reduced to the top nine – would falter before them.

At the epicenter of this overwhelming pressure, Daniel observed them with placid detachment. Not a flicker of tension marred his expression.

Instead, he processed each name, each power, each presence as novel data points. His gaze lingered momentarily on Varkas.

A dragon. And these dragons would be remarkably foolish to presume they could challenge him. He had already sensed an intrinsic connection with the dragons of this realm, mirroring the profound bond he shared with those of the Celestial Domain.

In a way, this established him as the deity overseeing these magnificent dragons.

Subsequently, the four commanders withdrew subtly from Daniel's presence. Their movement stemmed not from apprehension, but from a keen understanding that the critical juncture of commencement was imminent.

Varkas resumed his complete dragon form, an inferno of black flames coalescing at the edge of his maw.

Miralia initiated the activation of numerous additional magic circles, bathing the whole firmament in a resplendent golden luminescence.

Rodric's hand found the hilt of his sword with a quiet gesture, while Alindra expertly nocked her inaugural arrow.

In that precise instant, Daniel… offered a serene, knowing smile.

For at long last, the totality of the world had marshaled its collective might against him.

"I surmise that with this abundance of life essence, the fruit will reach its completion today."