Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 803: The Army’s Final Breath

The heavens grew dim.

The vast expanse of the sky was torn asunder by the combined might of the four commanders' mana, and countless sacred formations unfurled like colossal chains amidst the clouds.

The wind ceased its natural flow; every current was burdened by the overwhelming pressure of myriad laws and auras, rendering even the simple act of breathing a struggle for the common soldiers.

Yet, amidst this inferno, Daniel remained poised.

His hair danced in the tempest, and behind him, the colossal roots of a tree sprawled across the land, resembling dormant leviathans.

The golden fruit throbbed with a gentle rhythm, each pulse echoing the heartbeat of the world's core.

Then, the four commanders launched their assault in unison. Recognizing that one alone was insufficient against this monstrous entity, they converged their might.

Varkas initiated the charge. A thunderous roar tore through the sky as his half-draconic form plunged from the heavens like a dark comet.

Ebon flames erupted around him, the sheer gravitas of his presence causing hundreds of surrounding formations to shudder.

Almost concurrently, Alindra nocked her luminous white bow.

Thousands of soul arrows materialized behind her, forged from the sacred heartwood of ancient trees, imbuing the very air around them with a verdant and silver glow.

Miralia, too, raised her hands, summoning hundreds of intricate magic circles to bloom behind her.

At that precise instant, the surrounding dimension became sealed.

And Rodric once more hefted his sword. Though visibly fractured and worn, its formidable power remained undiminished.

"Heaven Severing Edge."

A breath later, the sky blazed with an absolute white luminescence—a light that seemed to shred the fabric of reality itself.

A colossal blade-stroke bisected the desolate ruins; a searing line that carved through distant mountains even before its impact.

The very ground buckled in its path, reality fractured, and the assembled armies recoiled in sheer terror.

But Daniel simply observed. His golden eyes emanated a quiet radiance as the Law of Destruction surged to life. It had been an eon since he had invoked the Law of Destruction.

No cataclysmic explosion ensued, no torrent of mana erupted. Only the white line began to falter.

Its brilliance waned, its edges frayed, and then the entirety of the strike disintegrated, collapsing like a faded notion.

As if the very concept of 'severing' was being unmade. By the time the attack reached Daniel, only a faint ripple of energy remained, slicing through the mountains far behind him.

Rodric's brow furrowed deeply, a chilling sensation permeating his very soul.

He grasped that Daniel had not merely deflected the assault, but had annihilated the fundamental concept and essence of the attack itself.

How could such a feat be possible? He had never encountered power capable of such a feat. This was akin to rewriting existence itself.

How could one possess such world-defying might that it cast all logic into doubt?

At that exact moment, Alindra unleashed her arrow.

"Forest Soul Funeral."

The vital essence of nature, drawn from the very earth, coalesced within that emerald and silver projectile.

Even the elven ranks felt the dolorous cry of the forest's spirit.

The arrow streaked forward, its passage tainting the entire expanse with the lament of nature's demise.

Yet, Daniel calmly extended his hand, unleashing the Law of Death.

For a fleeting instant, an unnatural frigidity enveloped the battlefield. Soldiers felt an unseen presence brush past their throats.

And then, Alindra’s arrow inexplicably turned obsidian. The death it harbored was no longer under elven dominion.

Instead, it succumbed to Daniel's will. The arrow halted mere inches from him, cracked, and silently dissolved into wisps of ash.

Alindra's countenance paled dramatically for the first time, for she realized this being had not merely wielded death, but had exerted absolute mastery over the very concept of mortality.

"This is heresy! This is unthinkable! How could the natural order permit such a transgression?" Alindra, who had maintained an air of composure thus far, now displayed raw disbelief and dread.

What she witnessed defied all natural laws. How could existence allow dominion over death itself?

"Hah...!" Varkas's mighty laughter reverberated through the heavens.

His form contorted once more, this time fully transforming into his draconic state. Not a mere dragon, but an amplified and immensely potent iteration.

A colossal dragon, clad in obsidian scales, cast a shadow that engulfed the entire ruin. Its golden eyes blazed like twin suns.

As if acknowledging the inadequacy of his previous form, he had elected to unleash his absolute power.

He then opened his maw.

"Ashen Dragon Cataclysm."

A deluge of black fire consumed the world. These were no ordinary flames; they did not merely incinerate.

Rather, they expunged all in their path from existence.

Even the surrounding sacred formations began to melt and vanish. But at that critical juncture, bolts of golden-black lightning descended from the firmament.

Hundreds of colossal lightning strikes, resembling divine serpents, plunged into the inferno.

Each bolt grew in magnitude upon consuming the flames.

Increasing in power. And then, Daniel merely flicked his finger. A titan of lightning rent the sky. Varkas lacked even the moment to utter a cry.

A colossal bolt of lightning directly struck his massive form, descending from the heavens to the earth and causing the entire ruin to tremble violently.

Mountains crumbled, and countless dragons took to terrified flight.

Before anyone could even register what was happening, Miralia's voice echoed, resonating through the battlefield.

"Divine Prison Array."

Myriad golden runes cascaded across the sky, and in an instant, everything froze.

Space became restricted, mana ceased to flow, and even time seemed to momentarily decelerate.

A glimmer of hope ignited within some of the army commanders.

They had him.

But in that precise moment, Daniel let out a laugh, unleashing the Law of Destruction.

Subsequently, all the runes began to flicker and sputtered out, one by one. Some fractured, while others were utterly annihilated.

Miralia suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, her gaze fixed on her failing arrays with a look of utter disbelief.

"Impossible..."

Yet, the confrontation was far from concluded. Alindra called out to her, and Miralia moved in perfect synchrony.

"Sanctuary of Sealed Heaven."

Immense, sacred roots burst forth from the ground, their luminous chains engulfing the entire area, creating a domain where all laws were utterly suppressed.

Even Daniel's movements were momentarily hampered. However, at that exact juncture, the arboreal roots behind Daniel stirred to life.

The earth fractured open, and the dark, serpentine roots, like ancient serpents, lashed out at the sacred domain.

They then commenced their voracious consumption of it.

The elves watched in pure horror as their sacred essence was being devoured. The radiant chains flickered and died out.

The sacred roots withered and rotted, and the ancient tree absorbed everything in its path.

"Hehe...! This is it!" Varkas guffawed with unbridled madness.

Rodric, without a sound, landed upon the back of a dragon, his fractured sword now wreathed in shadow flames.

And then—

"Dragon-Sky Extinction."

They descended like a meteor marking the world's end. The firmament itself seemed to rupture.

Even the observation array within the Holy Palace sustained damage, and the blinding light of the colossal explosion swallowed the entirety of the ruins.

For a fleeting instant, it seemed as though they might have finally achieved their objective.

But as the intense light dissipated, Daniel remained standing. His eyes had transformed into a pure, blazing gold.

And for the very first time, his true aura was unleashed. The entire sky plunged into darkness.

The assembled armies froze in place. Even the four commanding generals held their breath, for the pressure emanating from Daniel no longer felt like mere mana.

It felt akin to the presence of a being that existed entirely beyond the world's established laws.

Then, the carnage commenced. The Sky Knights initiated their assault, thousands descending in unison, only to be met by colossal roots erupting from the ground.

These were not the tree's natural roots, but constructs forged from the very essence of death and destruction.

They proceeded to consume the soldiers. Some aged millennia in an instant, crumbling to dust before they were even touched. Others simply vanished amidst crackling black lightning.

Still others simply collapsed under the weight of an eternal pressure, their physical forms disintegrating.

Dragons attacked in formidable formations, but bolts of golden-black lightning struck them down from the heavens, one after another.

Elves unleashed a torrent of arrows, yet every single one was intercepted and devoured before reaching its target, subsequently being replaced by arrows forged from death energy fired back at the attackers.

In such dire circumstances, mutual defense became an impossibility, leading to an unmitigated slaughter.

Thousands of knights, thousands of elves, and dozens of dragons met their end in rapid succession, their lifeless forms plummeting to the earth.

And the most horrifying aspect was this: with every life extinguished, the tree's roots absorbed their vital essence.

The golden fruit hanging precariously above grew larger, its luminescence intensified, and its pulse beat with an ever-increasing weight across the battlefield.

Even the four commanders took notice of this ominous development.

Rodric gazed upon the fruit with a grim expression. The prophecy of the Divine Prophet echoed in his mind.

"If that fruit reaches fruition... the world shall be annihilated."

For the first time, genuine terror began to take root in his heart, for he now understood the full gravity of their situation.

They were not merely confronting Daniel. They were witnessing the birth of something far more profound. And if they failed to halt its emergence at this very moment...

Perhaps no one in this entire world would ever possess the ability to stop it again.