Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game Chapter 527: Who dares? Who courts death?!

Confronting the immense, fifteen-story high heavenly vault, its surface a seamless expanse of smooth white, the assembled group paused.

"Transport us twenty meters ahead. My recollection suggests a corridor lies there," Lucifer instructed.

With the barrier shattered, Vesuvius could now unleash his powers within the vault, or at least within its less fortified sectors, as no one doubted layered defenses would protect the core.

Space twisted, and with a subtle shift, the group was engulfed by a white corridor. Silver runes, embedded in every surface, glowed with an inner light, casting dazzling reflections upon the mirror-like walls.

"Intruder!" A synthesized, almost mechanical voice boomed. Two angelic constructs, appearing as divine angels but fashioned from metallic, clockwork components, materialized. They brandished swords forged from light, their eyes burning with an eerie blue luminescence.

A flash of red, and incandescent crimson flames consumed the constructs, reducing them to molten metal that hissed and bubbled on the immaculate floor.

Simultaneously, Vesuvius's eyes flared. The distorted space surrounding them expanded rapidly, sealing off the area. He sensed no external interference and promptly dissolved the barrier.

'Pity for the simple constructs,' Vesuvius mused, a flicker of sympathy for the synthetic guardians caught in the path of king-level powerhouses.

"This way."

The group proceeded in silence down the white corridor, their footfalls making no sound. No further guards appeared, only the stark white walls.

'Likely too cautious to admit numerous angels,' Vesuvius surmised.

As they moved deeper, the corridor opened into a grand chamber. At its heart stood a formidable construct, crafted from gleaming heavenly metal, its armor etched with runes, its eyes radiating divine energy. A massive, mace-like staff pulsed with light in its grasp.

The construct advanced, impeding their progress. "Intruders," it intoned, its voice resonating through the chamber. "You shall not pass." With a powerful strike, it slammed the staff onto the floor, unleashing a shockwave that fractured the ground.

Without a moment's pause, Vesuvius extended a hand, drawing the construct into his personal domain. The construct floated, immobilized, its metallic form shimmering as the runes on its armor blazed. Vesuvius focused his will, and the very fabric of space around the construct began to constrict.

Metal shrieked and groaned as the construct's form was brutally compressed. The heavenly metal crumpled like paper, collapsing into a dense, featureless sphere as the runes on its surface flickered and died.

The group moved past without breaking stride—the lord-level construct was deemed unworthy of a second glance.

Next, immense silver doors, heavily inscribed with runes, blocked their path.

Knowledge stepped forward, her eyes alight as she scanned the imposing portal. "Never mind the doors; just teleport us past them," she declared, waving her hands dismissively.

Vesuvius channeled his power, and space warped anew. They materialized in a different corridor, this one adorned with ancient glyphs that pulsed with latent energy. The atmosphere felt thicker, heavy with protective spells and interwoven wards.

"Be alert," Knowledge cautioned, her gaze fixed on the glowing symbols. "These glyphs are designed to detect any disturbance within the corridor. Disabling them individually would be impossibly complex."

Before anyone could react, the walls erupted in a sudden, ferocious radiance. Dozens of constructs, their mechanical bodies gleaming with divine energy, emerged from concealed alcoves. They formed a ring around the group, their blades of light glinting against the polished white surfaces.

"Intruders!" they chanted in unison.

The air vibrated with the constructs' latent energy. Their metal wings beat the air as they launched themselves forward, directing their light blades toward the intruders.

Crimson flames erupted once more, instantly engulfing the constructs. When the inferno subsided, not a single fragment of the mechanical assailants remained.

'How tedious,' Vesuvius found himself thinking, a hint of irritation creeping in due to the absence of valuable discoveries and the predictable nature of the opponents.

Abruptly, a terrifying aura permeated the vault, causing all the runes to flicker erratically. The aura pulsed with divine energy, bathing everything in an intense, omnipresent light.

"That's the God of Light!" Lucifer exclaimed, unfurling his wings of darkness, the ensuing shadow consuming all surrounding light.

"But there was no alarm! Everything functioned perfectly!"

"To the abyss with this! All our meticulous planning, for naught! Why is he even here?" For the first time in their acquaintance, Lucifer's voice shifted, his eyes burning with a furious red intensity.

"Graah!" Satanael's form swelled, shattering all obstructions. Stone fragments rained down as fiery explosions consumed their surroundings, liquifying everything into molten rivers brimming with unholy might. All seven demonic heads craned towards the heavens, unleashing seven scarlet torrents from their gaping maws.

His colossal wings beat the air, propelling him skyward, directly above the vault.

"Who dares? Who invites their demise?!" A powerful, resonant voice boomed, making the remaining debris tremble. "You trespass within my hallowed grounds? Your audacity knows no bounds! Prepare to face celestial retribution!"

"I must depart!" The deity of knowledge dematerialized in an instant, and Vesuvius's mind raced, the notion of a strategic withdrawal flashing through his thoughts.

Vesuvius re-evaluated the source of the powerful aura, a wave of relief washing over him—it was distant, incredibly distant. Likely, the entity was merely surveying the vault with a fraction of its divine power, akin to his own remote domain capabilities.

Even though he had previously driven off the dwarven god and was not solitary this time, he possessed insufficient arrogance to believe he could vanquce a god in their true embodiment within their own territory.

He remained entirely unaware of what to anticipate from a god, the extent of their power, or their absolute limitations.

In the vast expanse revealed as Satanael ascended, myriads, untold thousands of angels swarmed the demonic dragon. Numerous king-tier presences were converging, and the god of luminescence was also advancing their way, their aura intensifying to an almost tangible degree.

'Retreat? Absolutely not. I refuse to depart empty-handed.' Reassured by his contingency plans for escape, Vesuvius too unleashed his power, his bipedal form contorting and transforming, rapidly escalating into his ultimate manifestation.

"Lucifer! You possess two minutes to locate the artifact and seize anything not affixed to the ground! Then, we make our exit." He uttered these words with conviction, recognizing the fallen angel as the most capable of discovering their objective within the ravaged vault before the divine being's arrival.

As Vesuvius ascended, his wings carrying him aloft, the true immensity of the vault became apparent. Even amidst the wreckage, its expanse was still comparable to that of an entire township.

'Naturally! Nothing proceeds according to plan!'