Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game Chapter 528: The Battle in heavens

Beneath the scorching holy radiance, darkness surged forth, engulfing the proximate clouds in an obsidian pall. Vesuvius unfurled his immense wings; each powerful beat unleashed gravitational shockwaves that rent the very heavens, sending countless lesser angels tumbling like withered leaves in a tempest.

With a fearsome roar, Vesuvius erupted in flames, his violet solar fire merging with the demonic dragon's vivid crimson blaze. The firmament itself appeared to ignite, consumed in a conflagration that scorched the sky.

The pearlescent structures dissolved, the fluffy white clouds dispersed, and the brilliant white light waned, overwhelmed by the mixture of purple and crimson hues.

'Two dragon kings clashing in a single engagement—this is unprecedented,' Vesuvius mused, compelled to exert his utmost strength, unwilling to yield any display of power compared to the demonic dragon.

Abruptly, an immense beam of light materialized from an unseen source, striking the demonic dragon in a cataclysmic spectacle of luminescence and scarlet fire. Smoke billowed and steam hissed, with legions of glowing embers scattering far and wide.

"Who dares! Grahh!" A roar of pure rage lacerated the chaos, followed by the blare of a celestial trumpet and a voice of ethereal beauty, "It is I, Gabriel! Today, your eternal wrath shall be extinguished, corrupted dragon."

"You insignificant insect! Your wings will be torn from your body, one by one!" The seven-headed dragon emerged from the inferno, its fury driving its inexorable advance.

Vesuvius's senses detected a rapidly approaching holy aura, drawing his immediate attention. A mere thousandth of a second later, a colossal, incandescent spear, wreathed in silver flames, shot through the sky directly at him.

A bulwark of smoldering darkness and distorted space materialized before him, its divine energy imbuing it with a radiant golden sheen.

The spear met the barrier, detonating in a spectacular cascade of silver and golden fragments.

'Just like before.'

Unlike his prior confrontation with the avatar of the dwarven earth god, Vesuvius now commanded his newfound abilities with practiced ease. Instantly, innumerable blazing stars and abyssal black holes sprang into existence throughout his dominion, coalescing into a vast magical formation.

He no longer wasted precious moments arranging celestial bodies; he now summoned the desired circuit instantaneously with his domain—his thoughts operating at super-accelerated speeds, enabling him to weave complex spells in a single, fluid motion.

Potent energy flowed between these constructs, the immense power drawn from his stars fueling their operation.

A towering, comely man materialized, his golden hair flowing freely. He was adorned in armor of silver and gold, a winged helmet crowning his brow, and nine pairs of blazing wings cascaded down his back, resembling a fiery mantle.

Time itself seemed to decelerate, the surrounding world becoming almost stationary as Vesuvius meticulously assessed the unfolding situation.

'Mikhail, the angel of courage. Within the celestial realms, angels possess access to an virtually limitless reservoir of divine energy.' Vesuvius felt a burgeoning headache, recognizing the formidable challenge of confronting one of the most perilous angels. At least he was prepared, informed of the angel's most formidable ability.

'The more formidable the adversary, the greater the courage required to confront them, and the more courageous he becomes, the mightier he grows.' Vesuvius experienced a pang of resentment, facing an entity whose strength escalated with each encounter, akin to a protagonist constantly receiving power-ups against impossible odds.

Time snapped back to its normal flow, and the colossal spell array blazed to life. Each star pulsed rhythmically, forming an immense protective shield around Vesuvius and the sanctuary below, shimmering with the profound darkness of black holes and the brilliant light of distant stars in a spectacle that captivated the senses.

Lances of pure light, searing beams of heavenly fire, and crackling bolts of holy lightning assailed the barrier from all vectors, sending disconcerting ripples across its surface. The angelic host assembled in their multitudes, arranging themselves into organized formations under the direction of lord-level angels.

Vesuvius opened his maw, amassing primordial energy within, while additional stars and black holes materialized in his vicinity, their gravitational pull and spatial distortion intensifying under extreme pressure.

Mikhail vanished from sight, instantly reappearing with a deafening sonic boom as he drove his blade into the barrier, unleashing a colossal shockwave of silver flames that obliterated all clouds within view.

The angel became a blur, his blade slashing repeatedly, the sacred power at its edge growing with each successive, blindingly bright strike.

Under the immense strain, Vesuvius's horns began to glow, and the barrier's integrity was reinforced as a resplendent crown materialized above his head. Finally, he exhaled the gathered energy in a powerful breath, unleashing a titanic beam of darkness that seemed to absorb all light as it swept through the angel of bravery.

He pivoted his massive neck, directing the beam across the swarming angelic ranks, drawing them into its destructive wake like a gargantuan blade forged from the heart of a black hole.

Yet, still more angels arrived, their myriad domains overlapping, their combined radiance intensifying, pushing back against Vesuvius's encroaching darkness. He closed his mouth, already preparing another exhalation, the intense heat exhilarating him.

'This is the power I have always yearned for! To stand against the armies of heaven, right within the heavens themselves!'

Emerging once more from the oppressive darkness, the eighteen-winged angel unleashed a surge of power, his blade igniting with an even more brilliant radiance as it slammed against the barrier with a deafening boom—a strike of unprecedented might.

The barrier quaked violently, the clash between the sword of light and fire and the wall of darkness and flame creating a cacophony of energy.

'He is indeed growing more powerful!'

Vesuvius could feel his divine Qi being depleted rapidly, flowing like a torrent to sustain the barrier. He channeled more power, drawing upon the celestial bodies above. The barrier, along with his dominion, expanded exponentially, resembling a colossal bubble that engulfed the angels in its path, converting them into fuel for his ascension and repelling the formidable eighteen-winged angel.

Mikhail's form fractured under the immense pressure, his divine armor disintegrating into dust.

Nevertheless, Vesuvius maintained a state of unwavering alertness as a secondary magical array, composed of stars, materialized. Concurrently, silver flames and pure light coalesced, forming a colossal, towering silhouette of a monstrous angel, its countless eyes blazing like infernos, its whip-like tongues of light dancing alongside its eighteen immense wings.

'So, this is your true visage.' A searing beam erupted from the dragon's maw, the stars aligning in perfect unison to empower it with a grand magic formation. In that same instant, the monstrous angel brought its own blade crashing down upon the incoming beam, resulting in a cataclysmic collision of light and darkness that shook the very foundations of reality.

(AN: My apologies for the delay in posting over the past few days; I was occupied with my final examinations, the very last hurdle before attaining my inaugural university diploma.)