Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 519:Rathlos Supremacy

A colossal form descended from the heavens, intercepting the downward plunge of the behemoth just as it was about to crash.

The collision was of immense magnitude. Acknowledging the visual spectacle a half-second later, the resounding boom swept across Frostveil like a physical shockwave, felt deeply within one's chest rather than merely perceived by the ears.

The behemoth, previously aimed at the town with devastating intent, was halted mid-descent. It was ensnared by something far larger and more potent, then violently forced earthward with unyielding force. Striking the ground beyond the outer ramparts, the earth ruptured and convulsed, ejecting a torrent of soil and rock in every direction.

A sudden cessation of all activity ensued.

All monstrous entities pressing against the defensive perimeter abruptly froze, as if an unseen hand had severed their controlling strings simultaneously. The knights and garrison forces, locked in their arduous struggle, also became immobile. Every living soul and creature on that field of battle simultaneously redirected their gaze skyward.

The sight that greeted them instilled a profound silence in most observers.

A titanic wingspan unfurled, dominating the sky above Frostveil.

It spanned from one edge of the town's observable horizon to the other, with ample breadth to spare, plunging the terrain below into complete darkness with its shadow.

The majestic creature attached to these colossal wings was a Wyvern, and its sheer enormity dwarfed the behemoth it had just subdued, rendering that prior threat a comparatively minor concern. The immense scale alone prompted even the most valiant individuals present to swallow hard, re-evaluating their comfort level with being outdoors.

Leo gazed upwards, his jaw slightly slack.

"Is that Uncle Rathlos?" he inquired, his tone betraying a hopeful wish for a negative confirmation.

Wales lifted his eyes to the celestial expanse, his gaze lingering for a considerable duration. "Yes. It is he," he affirmed.

"How in the blazes is he so colossal?" Leo exclaimed.

It was a pertinent question. Rathlos had undergone a significant metamorphosis following his surge in power, his original form having already transcended the bounds of normalcy. The entity currently dominating the sky was the manifestation of that evolution, possessing a truly monstrous scale.

Rathlos stirred and let loose a mighty roar.

The sound struck the battlefield like an unstoppable force. The petrified monsters, their senses catching up to the overwhelming reality, instantly pivoted and fled in any direction away from the source of that terrifying vocalization.

Rathlos surveyed the chaotic retreat, his voice resonating low and clear across the entire expanse without exertion.

"Since you have come here, you shall remain."

His talons raked across the nearest congregation of fleeing monstrosities, smashing them into the ground with a force that disintegrated them into insignificance.

A torrent of flame followed in swift succession, erupting across the field in a broad, sweeping arc that engulfed the retreating horde, causing the entire war zone to tremble under the sheer power of the detonation. The earth ignited in its wake, and the ensuing shockwave sent several of the closer creatures tumbling head over heels.

The battlefield did not regain its former intensity following this cataclysmic event. Any momentum the monstrous wave had mustered against Frostveil was irrevocably lost and would not return.

...….

Far in the rear of the battlefield, beyond the shattered ridges and frost-covered slopes, a lone figure stood concealed within the mountain's shadow.

He remained utterly motionless, his presence suppressed to its absolute extreme, drawn inward and flattened until it was virtually undetectable.

A demon, observing the unfolding events from a distance, his eyes affixed to Frostveil, his form rigid against the cold, dark rock. Even from this considerable remove, he could sense the terrifying pressure radiating from the battlefield, a palpable force that had been steadily intensifying for several minutes.

Then, the colossal wyvern materialized, and his expression underwent an immediate transformation.

"Shit," he breathed, his voice a low, tight utterance. "I did not anticipate another monster of this caliber."

His gaze became fixated upon Rathlos, unwavering. The manner in which it traversed the battlefield, obliterating all in its path without faltering or altering its course, far surpassed the characteristics of ordinary threats. It operated on a fundamentally different plane of existence, and witnessing it rendered that fact undeniable.

"What in the absolute hell is this being?" he whispered, his brows knitting together intensely. "Why are the Blanks so fortunate?" His fists clenched subtly at his sides, the unanswered question lodging itself in his chest. "Where could they have possibly acquired something of this magnitude?"

The demon swallowed with evident difficulty.

Though he himself held Mythic rank, under typical circumstances, he had little to fear in a direct confrontation.

A chilling sensation, unrelated to temperature, began to creep up his spine.

"This is not right," he whispered.

His instincts weren't merely hinting at danger; they were shrieking with the stark clarity that only accompanies immediate, undeniable peril.

"My sole objective was reconnaissance," he mumbled, his breathing growing ragged without his conscious notice. "Since that failed, I must flee."

Without further hesitation, he spun around, retreated, and then erupted into full speed, melting into the shadows and propelling himself away from the conflict as swiftly as possible while maintaining a suppressed presence. He dared not glance back, refusing the distraction.

Then, a voice, easy and unhurried, echoed from his vicinity, as if the speaker had all the time in the world. "Yo, where are you off to?"

The demon's mid-stride movement halted abruptly. His eyes widened, and he stood frozen for a moment that felt like an eternity. Slowly, he turned his head to look behind him.

There was nothing there. Only empty space, frozen ground, and the mountain's silence.

"Who," he began, but before the word fully escaped his lips, an overwhelming force descended from above without warning, slamming into him.

BOOOOM!

His body was driven directly into the earth, shattering the frozen surface upon impact.

Cracks spiderwebbed outwards in every direction, and a thick cloud of dust and snow billowed into the air around him.

"Ugh!"

An involuntary sound escaped him as blood surged into his throat. His body, pinned by an all-encompassing pressure, remained plastered to the ground, unable to move.

His mind blanked for a full second as sheer terror seized him, eclipsing all other thoughts.

"What is this?" he managed, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Footsteps followed. Slow, calm, and unhurried, they approached across the frozen terrain with the steady cadence of someone who had already determined the outcome and felt no urge to hasten it.

Each step sounded louder than the last, drawing ever closer.

The demon attempted to lift his head, but the crushing pressure forced it back down against the fractured, icy earth.

"No," he uttered softly, then again, with a loss of composure.

For the first time in a long while, genuine fear consumed him. He hadn't even seen his adversary, nor had they exchanged a single blow, yet he was already utterly subdued.

The oppressive force didn't persist for long.

CRACK!

The ground fractured as the demon propelled himself upwards, blood trickling from his lip onto the broken ice. His body quivered momentarily as he straightened, but then his aura erupted outward with unrestrained violence. His eyes turned dark, and his expression contorted into something primal and unstable.

"You think you can just crush me?" he snarled, his voice a rough, strained growl from deep within his chest.

The air around him visibly distorted. Tendrils of deep red energy began to bleed from his form, spreading outwards like mist rising from heated ground, thickening as they advanced.

"Mythic rank or not, I won't die here," he declared.

BOOM!

His aura exploded in a single, violent burst, causing the ground beneath his feet to collapse. Veins bulged across his arms, and his presence grew heavier, darker, and significantly more suffocating than moments before.

"Bloodline release," he grunted.

The crimson aura enveloped him completely, and his power surged manifold in a sharp, sudden crescendo. The pressure radiating from him caused nearby rocks to crack, and the edges of the surrounding air shimmered like heat haze.

High above, Rathlos hovered in the sky, his immense silhouette casting a shadow over the entire mountain range below. His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the transformation.

"So, you still have hidden cards," he stated calmly.

The demon looked up, his features twisted into an ugly grimace. "I will tear you down."