Chapter 465 – The Curtain Falls on Awaken

The Demon Sub-Lord’s Projected Claw drew ever closer, its mountain-like oppressive force once again shattering the newly repaired space. Chaotic Abyssal energy scorched the clear sky, while crimson-black radiance reminiscent of the Abyss imperceptibly permeated every corner of the air.

This was undeniably a catastrophe. In this forgotten Raging Wave Desert, if such disaster went unopposed, the powerless Kingdom and innocent commoners could only endure passively before… perishing hopelessly in despair!

But the Raging Wave Desert was fortunate.

Facing this crumbling mountain of “natural disaster”, a black figure shot like a sharp blade toward the sky-obscuring giant claw.

It was a pure black dragon, its jet-black scales remaining untainted by blood even under the Abyss’s crimson glow. Its bright draconic pupils burned with blazing fire, and whenever it spread its wings to part the air, the magical aura surrounding it would cast colorful flames across the dragon scales’ surface.

Like a storm petrel charging into a tempest, Ovakain Acidmaw—this former master of the Hoth Mountains—flew unflinchingly toward the Demon Sub-Lord’s Projected Claw!

He was determined to stop this man-made “catastrophe” and save all living beings across the entire Raging Wave Desert.

“Laugh all you want, Punk Cyan! You will never comprehend kindness or salvation. You are doomed to wallow in the mire of ‘evil’, left only to gaze upon the radiance exclusive to ‘good’!”

In these final moments, Ovakain’s resonant voice clearly echoed across the entire battlefield.

Just as he had declared, he always upheld and practiced his “good”, even if it meant being smashed to pieces.

Savior? Yes, precisely a savior!

Perhaps this was a term already criticized and reduced to derogatory meaning, but in Ovakain’s heart, this word represented the responsibility and duty he must fulfill—the key freeing him from Tiamat’s bloodline cage, the conviction he carried from birth to death!

Though he might receive neither understanding nor reward, this black dragon still flew unwaveringly toward his inevitable fate, toward the “good” and “redemption” he pursued!

Naturally, Ovakain’s actions would never gain approval from “profit-seekers” like Punk.

“Good”? Ridiculous! Only power is eternal, only benefit worth pursuing!”

Watching the black dragon’s shrinking figure, Punk’s expression remained as cold and gloomy as ever. He neither understood nor needed to understand Ovakain’s choice.

Punk only needed to know that, thus far, the black dragon who chose salvation over revenge had become his great asset. Next… the Demon Sub-Lord’s Projected Claw was no longer a concern.

As Ovakain soared higher, his dragon soul began separating from his body as if breaking free. Soon, through Ovakain’s conscious detachment, the black dragon’s battered soul completely departed its physical shell, while the now-meaningless “dragon corpse” fell rapidly through the air like a weighted rag.Exposing his soul, Ovakain immediately drew the attention of the Demon Sub-Lord’s Projected Claw. After all, this fearsome Sub-Lord had been initially drawn by the allure of delicious souls. When a powerful and benevolent soul presented itself, the greedy demon would never refuse.

Thus, around Ovakain’s soul, vast amounts of Abyssal energy swiftly formed countless tentacles and whirlwinds. Under the Sub-Lord’s manipulation, these chaotic forces nearly enveloped Ovakain’s soul completely, then rapidly merged toward the Demon Sub-Lord’s Projected Claw at top speed.

Ovakain offered no resistance. He calmly allowed himself to be swept along by the Abyssal energy, then calmly merged into the Sub-Lord’s projected claw…

Finally… at the moment of complete fusion, Ovakain resolutely unveiled his ultimate, least practical, yet most powerful trump card—ascension to Legendary!

Ovakain’s ascension was destined to fail. Since ancient times, there had never been any record of someone successfully advancing while their soul remained broken.

But this was precisely the failure Ovakain sought!

Ascension to Legendary represents an absolute qualitative transformation, during which the soul begins attempting to grasp the power of laws. If this process fails, the latent law-based energy within the soul erupts violently. The resulting explosion—purified yet chaotic from concentrated detonation—would indiscriminately annihilate all non-Legendary entities within a certain radius.

This was undoubtedly a terrifying mutually assured destruction tactic, and it was also Ovakain’s final killing move!

Now, to save countless impoverished citizens of the Huaibien Kingdom, the black dragon who chose to sacrifice his life for “goodness” resolutely detonated this power within the Demon Sub-Lord’s Projected Claw. It would terminate this projection lacking Legendary-tier strength, shatter the Abyss-connected Altar, and incidentally… completely annihilate his own soul.

“A failed ascension? How predictably pathetic as a final resort.”

Watching impassively as Ovakain’s soul vanished into the crimson-black giant claw, Punk—having carefully calculated the distance—retreated two or three steps. Then… he leisurely began observing the ensuing “final performance” belonging solely to Ovakain!

Perhaps due to the laws Ovakain primarily cultivated, or maybe through deliberate control by this “true savior,” the black dragon’s failed ascension didn’t manifest as a earth-shattering explosion.

On the contrary, the destruction he unleashed spread silently like sublimating energy.

A shimmer of colorful light suddenly permeated from within the Demon Sub-Lord’s Projected Claw.

Subsequently, this radiance began forming countless energy ribbons dancing mid-air. Amid the howling gales of Abyssal energy, these ribbons drifted and spread unaffected, endless silken streams continuously emerging from the Demon Sub-Lord’s Projected Claw as multicolored ribbons soon permeated the entire space.

Color—everywhere one looked, the entire space had become saturated with color.Countless colorful ribbons layered endlessly, and with each gentle sway of the silk, the dense fabric momentarily clustered as brilliantly as a bouquet of flowers. Every shimmer of energy seemed to refract all the beauty one could imagine.

But… would the expansion of the colorful ribbons truly be infinite?

In reality, just as the last strand of silk approached the ground about three steps away from Punk, this “resplendent bouquet”—no smaller in volume than a city—quietly ceased its expansion.

Then, in the next instant…

The entire colorful world shattered abruptly like a dreamy bubble…

(End of Chapter)