Last Egg: Reincarnated as a Dragon in a Game Chapter 529: Redemption?

A clash of darkness and light ensued as a beam connected with the angel, producing explosions intertwined with fiery crimson that annihilated all in their trajectory.

Beyond the brilliant beam, only an encroaching darkness remained, manifesting like tears in the very fabric of existence, exposing the void that lay beneath. These shadowy fissures began to spread, yet amidst their terrifying expansion, a piercing light flashed, and from it, the angel emerged anew.

Their radiant feathers were now scorched, a few of their wings were gone, but the silver flames enveloping them burned with an intensity greater than before.

Without a word, the angel beat their remaining appendages and propelled themselves toward the dragon. Like a gleaming arrow, they impacted the dark barrier, which warped and then shattered, allowing the silver luminescence to tear through.

Vesuvius hoisted a claw, intercepting the blade wreathed in silver flames. He could feel the immense kinetic energy driving it forward, yet he remained unyielding. He comprehended it at last—his own formidable strength.

All the arduous effort he had expended culminated in this moment, facing one of the most formidable angels dispatched from the heavens.

He maintained his position in the aerial expanse, an unmoving monolith of shadow confronting the brilliance. Stripped of the barrier's protection, countless assaults launched by the angels rained down upon him, only to dissipate harmlessly within the scorching, dark disc that encircled him.

"You possess significant might, dragon, yet victory shall be mine!" the angel proclaimed, their voice resonating with divine authority as they thrust the sword with even greater impetus.

The significantly larger claw was forced backward, causing Vesuvius's eyes to widen in utter astonishment. Then, a feral grin stretched across his visage as he opened his maw, releasing a torrent of pitch-black void breath directly at the angel, the encroaching darkness gnawing away at the surrounding reality.

"Ahh!" The angel's cry was one of surprising, piercing intensity as the void began to consume the luminous wings of fire, one by one.

A sudden shift permeated the atmosphere. Vesuvius's danger instincts shrieked a dire warning. He contorted his massive frame, narrowly evading a dark blade that had pierced the very space he occupied moments before. An angel, cloaked in a dark, hooded robe, materialized into being, possessing vast, obsidian wings akin to a predatory vulture, their blade emanating an aura of death itself.

The dual aura of sacred power and the palpable essence of death assaulted Vesuvius with the force of a physical blow.

'Azrael, the angel of death,' Vesuvius identified the legendary reaper who had transitioned into an angelic form. 'Azrael's blade, a scythe originally forged by the deity of the underworld for one of their grim reapers, subsequently reshaped by the progenitor of angels into this formidable sword.'

The two celestial beings offered Vesuvius no moment of respite. They raised their weapons, unfurling their immense, divine realms. However, the dragon swiftly channeled his spatial manipulation abilities, causing the encroaching realms to collapse before they could fully materialize.

He reigned supreme over space itself, and no entity could forcibly confine him within some fabricated pocket dimension.

Capitalizing on their momentary surprise, Vesuvius unleashed his divine power. A multitude of stars and black holes materialized, all hurtling toward the angels. Simultaneously, he wove more intricate magic circuits, which gave rise to an ever-increasing number of stars and black holes, endlessly multiplying and surging forward in a relentless swarm.

Mikhail extended his colossal, armored gauntlets, already scarred from the dragon's breath assault, allowing the onslaught to crash directly into him. The angel of death pointed his sword and uttered in a chilling, distorted tone, "Perish!"

Every star instantly withered, and the black holes evaporated, vanishing as swiftly as they had been generated.

"Grant me power!" Mikhail roared, raising his sword, which began to glow brighter with each inflicted wound.

In an instant, all the surrounding angels knelt in unison, their collective power converging upon Mikhail as if he were the central nexus of a grand, cosmic formation.

"Annihilate the heretic!" He brought his blade down, and the angels, driven by an unthinking fervor, charged towards the dragon. They erupted into flames under the dominion of his power, perishing one after another.

Yet, Vesuvius perceived the illumination of Mikhail's sword intensifying with each courageous charge. The injuries he sustained vanished, and new wings sprouted to replace the destroyed ones, regenerating his entire being.

'It stands to reason that beings of this caliber possess their own extraordinary advantages,' he mused. They all stood at the apex of existence.

An explosion of divine light erupted, extinguishing the crimson flames emanating from Satanael and erasing the encroaching darkness projected by Vesuvius.

The heavens ignited as a being of pure luminescence manifested, radiating an overwhelming power that dwarfed all else. Instantly, every angel ceased their assault, bowing their heads in profound reverence.

"Your Holiness!"

"Long may the Radiant Lord reign!"

Their joyous acclamations and fervent chants reverberated throughout the ravaged battlefield.

'The god of light,' Vesuvius realized. He had anticipated this arrival, yet he couldn't entirely suppress a flicker of apprehension. Even the demonic dragon flapped its wings, swiftly returning to Vesuvius's side, exploiting the momentary distraction caused by the angels.

"Your intrusion has persisted for an unacceptable duration," the deity's voice thundered, causing the very firmament to tremble. The mere luminescence they emitted felt akin to a colossal furnace, and Vesuvius's protective armor began to visibly melt.

Even he felt a tremor of awe – the experience of confronting a deity directly was incomparable to facing merely an avatar. Yet, he discerned that this particular god possessed even greater might than the god of metal, forging, smithing, and earth encountered previously.

"I've got it, let's disappear, dragon!" The unmistakable voice boomed from the ruins of the vault far below. A grin, finally, spread across Vesuvius's face as his domain enveloped him, the fallen angel beneath, and the celestial dragon soaring above.

The very fabric of space warped around them. Then, the being of pure light transformed into a blinding comet, yanking the fallen angel from the ground and ripping a luminous object from their grasp.

In an instant, they reappeared back in the sky.

'So fast, they're incredibly fast!' Vesuvius himself was taken aback by the astonishing velocity he had just witnessed. He halted the spatial distortion mere moments before it could achieve transport, effectively freezing the teleportation mid-action.

"To steal from me?! From the god?! How could you possibly believe you could succeed!" The radiant being ascended higher, its brilliant power surging, mirroring the searing agony that now consumed the dragon.

Gabriel, Mikhail, and Azrael unfurled their wings, forming a protective honor guard around the divine entity. However, Vesuvius's gaze locked onto a fourth angel, one approaching the god.

Opening his mouth, he inquired, "God of Light? Pray tell, is there any path to redemption for a grievous sinner such as myself?"

"What?! You intend to betray us?!" Satanael, positioned beside him, erupted in terrifying crimson flames, all seven of his heads swiveling menacingly towards Vesuvius.

Vesuvius's heart hammered against his ribs, confronted by the god and the simultaneously enraged dragon. *'Not attacking directly, you manifestation of wrath? That implies you've perceived it too. You've noticed it as well.'*

The god's effulgence flickered for a fleeting instant, as if caught in contemplation by the unexpected inquiry. The surrounding angelic host paused, their weapons held aloft, ready for conflict.