Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence Chapter 882 - 475: Dragon Slayer

Time stopped at that moment.

The wind ceased to sweep across the ridges, the swirling dust suspended in mid-air, dragon breath transformed into solid flames, frozen at the moment before the burst.

Louis stepped out from the ripples in the void.

With each step he took, the ground beneath his feet changed.

Wilted stalks of grass stood tall again, charred earth cracked with fine lines, new greenery completing its growth in a very short time.

The battlefield was segmented.

The movements of five thousand Dragon-man Guard Army were all frozen at the instant Louis appeared.

Their charging stance halted in mid-air, claws yet to fall, the fierce gaze in their eyes fixed at the same angle.

Louis turned around, looking at Lambert who was still kneeling on the ground.

"You’ve worked hard, Lambert." Louis’ voice was gentle, yet provided a sense of security, "Leave the rest to me."

The knights of the Red Tide stood still, without immediate action.

Their gaze wandered between Louis and the giant dragon that covered the sky, hesitant and uneasy.

This level of confrontation had long surpassed their comprehension.

Lambert bit down hard, forcing himself to stand upright.

He glanced at Louis, said nothing further, and simply waved heavily, the knights began retreating.

The constraint of time gradually loosened.

Augustus was the first to regain action.

The power of original sin surged within him, allowing him to barely break free from that layer of restraint.

He lowered his massive dragon head, looking at the mortal who suddenly appeared at the center of the battlefield, eyes filled with contempt.

In his view, this was merely another being trying to use unorthodox means.

He also noticed the retreating knights.

The dragon mouth slightly opened, several breaths of dragon instantly formed, rushing toward the distant crowd.

Louis raised his hand, these dragon breaths were forcibly wiped out in mid-air, as if erased by an invisible hand, leaving no aftermath.

The retreating knights were able to move away from the battlefield.

Augustus for the first time showed obvious alertness in his emotions, realizing that he was facing not an ordinary mortal.

"How brazen are these ants!" Dragon speech exploded, filled with undisguised violence.

"On the road to my ascension, you are merely another offering crawling under the shadow of dragon wings!"

Dark golden scales gleamed coldly in the air.

"This sky, the underground veins, even the souls of mortals, rightfully belong to the noble Dragon race!

You crawling creatures are only fit as fodder, engraved within the stomachs of the dragon descendants!"

Louis lifted his eyes, his gaze calm, untouched by the wild boast.

Five and a half powers of original sin weaved at his fingertips.

Dim light flows rotated slowly, like a star forming, but without any sign of losing control.

"The era belonging to dragons," Louis spoke, his tone flat, "extinguished a thousand years ago.

Augustus, things buried by history should obediently rot in the soil, you long for a return, but this world, no longer has a throne for the old emperor."

Louis’ understatement completely ignited Augustus’s anger.

He stopped probing, that half portion of arrogant power of original sin within released completely.

Dark golden pressure like a breached flood tore through the air, pressing toward Louis.

Mountains shook, earth veins wailed, a force enough to make the world submit.

Louis stood firm: "Time to end this farce."

The Primordial Heart in his body emitted a low and steady resonance.

The sound was not flamboyant, yet upon contact, Augustus’s pressure lost its shape.

Moreover, a more pure, complete arrogance rose slowly from within Louis.

Under the resonance of the Primordial Heart, the pressure around Louis did not linger at a level of confrontation but started to reverse expand, like thoroughly covering Augustus’s pressure.

Augustus quickly realized the abnormality, his dragon body quivered slightly, a reaction from the deepest part of the bloodstream.

It was a fear engraved in the creation instinct, an impulse of submission to a higher-level existence.

At this moment, Augustus felt tremors.

"How could it be..." The low growl rolled from Augustus’s throat, carrying obvious disorder.

He couldn’t accept, couldn’t accept being suppressed by a mortal in position.

The humiliation brought by the reverse covering was far more lethal than any injury.

Arrogance was torn apart, reason collapsed along with it.

"Impossible! I am a noble Dragon, a sovereign above all eternity!"

Dragon speech shattered the sky, and dark golden scales vibrated fiercely.

"You filthy creatures, how dare you make me tremble?!" To reverse this intolerable reality, Augustus let out a mournful dragon roar.

"All those who bear my blood..." The dragon roar transformed into a decree, covering the entire battlefield, "are my sustenance!"

At the moment the command fell, five thousand members of the Dragon-man Guard Army simultaneously screamed.

Their bodies developed cracks, scales unfurled, and flesh crumbled in the uncontrolled resonance.

In the next instant, three thousand bodies simultaneously burst.

Scalding and condensed dragon blood essence was forcibly extracted, as if pulled by invisible hands, turning into three thousand streams of crimson light, following the bloodstained trajectory in the air, all merging into Augustus’ spine.

The air was scorched, and space emitted a low tearing sound.

After devouring all the guard’s essence blood, Augustus’ body once again surged.

On the dark golden dragon scales, curse-like clusters of dark red crystals rapidly grew, covering every joint like blood scabs.

In the most primitive way, he forcibly tore through Louis’ pressure.

The dragon wings unfurled, eclipsing the horizon.

At that moment, his power broke through the threshold, entering an unstable yet extremely violent ultimate state.

Suspended in mid-air, Augustus gathered blood-red dragon breath in his mouth, with space warping and deforming around him.

His voice, like rolling thunder, swept across the heavens.

"This is the fate of the dragon race! We shall return to our peak, turning this despicable world once again into pasture!"

Augustus’ dragon eyes locked onto Louis: "Die!"

Louis’ expression remained calm.

The haunting glow of the five sins slowly intertwined at his fingertips.

Then his hand waved gently, the motion casual, as if sweeping away dust that had accumulated on a tabletop.

"Augustus," Louis spoke, his voice not loud yet clearly spreading across the entire battlefield, "do you still not understand?"

The dark golden firmament lost its weight at that moment.

"This era no longer has an ark to carry the dragon race."

Primordial power was mobilized.

Inside the old emperor, the greedy core that supported the operation of all powers extinguished without warning.

Augustus’ actions stiffened, and he clearly felt the laws that once absolutely obeyed his will were slipping from control, inversely pulling at his existence.

Gravity no longer supported his body, space no longer accommodated his scales.

The dragon body, as heavy as mountains, began to collapse at the most basic level.

From scales to flesh, from bones to blood vessels, they were peeled away layer by layer, turning into fragments that could no longer be gathered.

For the first time, fear truly occupied Augustus’ consciousness.

"No... this is impossible..." The dragon speech lost its dignity, leaving only panic.

"What exactly are you? Such power... should not exist in this world!"

He struggled to piece together his body, but found even the act of struggling itself was failing.

"Spare me..." Augustus’ voice was hurried and shattered, "I am willing to honor you as..."

Louis did not respond; he gave no time for the tyrant to repent.

Five fingers closed.

The Power of Five Sins instantly converged, coalescing into a pure white light blade.

Falling from the sky, it pierced down through Augustus’ crown.

In the moment of contact, decaying dragon blood was completely purified, and the colossal dark golden dragon utterly disintegrated.

Scales, bones, flesh all turned into dust scattering across the sky, dissolving without a trace in the light.

No remnants, only a layer of ash slowly falling.

Louis descended slowly from the sky.

When his feet touched the ground, the soil, once scorched by dragon breath and torn by battle, began to undergo subtle changes.

Cracks healed, blackened earth came back to life, and new shoots of grass broke through the soil.

On the distant hillside, Lambert knelt on the ground, hands bracing the longsword, body trembling slightly.

The surviving knights supported each other, following him as they knelt together.

Blood slid down their armor, mixed with tears, dripping into the rejuvenating earth.

Further away, tens of thousands of citizens witnessed the demise of the giant dragon.

After a brief silence, shouts suddenly burst forth.

"Lord Louis——!" The voices gathered into waves, breaking through the clouds, shaking the firmament.

Above the ashes, the old era was thoroughly ended.