Chapter 1062, The Fifth Seraph

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

 

While Yu Zi Yu was lost in thought, the battle outside had reached its climax.

 

Perhaps it was due to some disturbance in Eden, or maybe the war had dragged on for too long…

 

Now, the two Eternal Overlords, Michael and Seraphim, wearing icy expressions, launched hundreds, thousands of attacks at Yu Zi Yu’s Purple Dragon Form, heedless of the cost.

 

*Booooom… Booooom…* Deafening explosions echoed across the battlefield.

 

The Purple Dragon, which had been forced back to the Northern Ocean’s edge by these two Overlords, was finally swallowed by the dazzling radiance.

 

Looking up, the entire sky and earth had been bathed in blinding light, as if the sun had descended upon the world.

 

Dazzling flashes erupted in all directions, while the rising temperature distorted the very fabric of reality.

 

In the face of this onslaught, the enormous Purple Dragon, coiled like a towering mountain, just lowered its eyes and chose to retreat into an impenetrable defense. Its massive body curled in upon itself, resembling a giant tortoiseshell.

 

At a glance, it was clear that even the overwhelming radiance, which had painted the entire world white, struggled to penetrate the thin layer of violet energy encasing him.

 

It was utterly terrifying.

 

“Bastard…” Seraphim gnashed his teeth, his face dark and grim.

 

Had it had been a direct confrontation, he would not have feared the Purple Dragon.

 

However, what left them utterly frustrated that this Void Emperor, who was far stronger than both of them, would be this determined to just defend.

 

Now, even with both of them working together, they couldn’t break through the Purple Dragon’s defenses.

 

To make matters worse, the Holy Sixteen Wings in their possession, was not specialized in offense.

 

Had it been the Titan Clan’s Imperial Artifact—the Crown of Titan God, then, with just the power of its projection, Seraphim’s strength could have been elevated to near-infinite heights, enough to shatter the very world.

 

Unfortunately, with an Imperial Artifact projection that specialized in speed, Seraph could not help but feel frustration.

 

However, it was just a bit of frustration, nothing more.

 

Infact, the disturbances coming from the Garden of Eden were far more alarming.

 

“We need to return at once.” Exchanging a glance with MIchael, Seraphim’s eyes flickered with firm resolve.

 

However, at the very next moment….

 

“What!?” A sudden exclamation rang out.

 

Nearby, Michael’s expression went through a drastic change, disbelief written all over his face.

 

“What happened?” Noticing the anomaly, Seraphim immediately asked.

 

*Hooooo…* Taking a deep breath to suppress his shock, Michael finally spoke in a strange tone, “Just now, Eden gave birth to a Fifth Seraph… Not only that, but he seems to have gained the recognition of a Sacred Armament’s True Spirit… and even repelled a powerful enemy.”

 

“What?!” Seraphim immediately froze, utterly dumbstruck.

 

[A Fifth Seraph!? And he got acknowledged by a Sacred Armament? Is this some kind of a joke? For decades, I’ve all exhausted all means, yet I’ve never managed to gain the Sacred Armament’s approval. Yet, a Fifth Seraph suddenly emerged and immediately gained the recognition of an Imperial Artifact?]

 

[This… This…] Not only was Michael stunned, but even Seraphim found it difficult to digest. After all, he had always regarded the Imperial Artifact as his personal possession.

 

At this moment, first shock, then disbelief, followed by a surge of fury rose from the depths of his heart.

 

However, before he could say anything…

 

*Whoosh…* Suddenly, a flash of bright light appeared at the horizon. It streaked through the sky, like a meteor, and with a deafening explosion, crashed into the Purple Dragon at the Northern Ocean’s edge.

 

*Rooooooaar…* The Purple Dragon howled in agony, as a splash of violet blood splattered into the air.

 

Then, before the shocked gazes of Seraphim and Michael, the rays from the horizon converged at one point, forming a figure wreathed in the holiest of halos, bearing eight golden wings upon his back.

 

“Let there be Light.” Crossing his hands in the shape of a cross above his head, Yu Zi Yu shouted.

 

Instantly, a blinding light flashed, illuminating the entire world, like daytime.

 

However, this was no ordinary day, for it did not just illuminate just one city, or just a continent, rather the entire Lumina Sanctis was engulfed in its holy brilliance.

 

Everything was painted white and holy into an endless white expanse.

 

The light was warm, divine, and holy, yet to the Void Clan and the Treants, it was the most terrifying light imaginable.

 

*Roooooar…*

 

*Screeeech…*

 

Painful shrieks and wails echoed across Lumina Sanctis endlessly.

 

However, unnoticed by everyone, a golden radiance streaked across the sky…

 

Across the land…

 

And even beyond time itself.

 

This was Time Acceleration, an ability derived from Yu Zi Yu’s Innate Talent—Instant. When activated, Gears of Time spun at the tips of Yu Zi Yu’s golden wings.

 

As the Gears of Time spun faster, the world seemed to freeze.

 

However, while the world came to a stand still, Yu Zi Yu did not.

 

*Whooosh, whoosh…* A golden streak of light weaved across Lumina Sanctis, while powerful Void Creatures and Treants, wherever the streak passed by, vanished, spirited away into the Nine Realms.

 

They had fought for him.

 

Yu Zi Yu would never allow them to perish like discarded pawns.

 

And so, if they could be saved, then they would be saved.

 

For this, Yu Zi Yu did not hesitate to expend all the Gears of Time he had gathered over decades, a hundred Gears of Time.

 

At the expanse of them, the entire world froze for dozens of breaths.

 

And within this brief moment of stillness, Yu Zi Yu, wearing the Holy Sixteen Wings, executed speed beyond mortal comprehension.

 

Thus, an unforgettable scene unfolded, a scene that would be forever etched into the minds of the Angels and the reinforcements who had come to aid them.

 

*Boooooom…* A thunderous roar shattered the stillness, and the time began to flow once again.

 

However, in this fleeting instant, a complex net of golden streak flickered and vanished.

 

And in its wake, the powerful Void Creatures and Treants vanished, not from just a city, or a continent, but from the face of the entire Lumina Sanctis.

 

Much to the disbelieving eyes of countless experts, every single invader seemed to have evaporated into thin air, as if they had been cleansed by the holiest of lights.

 

However, that no longer mattered.

 

What did matter was the converging light at the horizon, slowly assuming the shape of a figure at the horizon.

 

The figure, flawless in physique, radiated an aura of supreme nobility.

 

The eight golden wings spread wide behind his back, illuminated the world.

 

Bathed in divine radiance, he seemed to be the very center of the universe—the universe’s first light.

 

And this was the Fifth Angel King of the Angel Clan, also the Fifth Seraph, Alarion.

 

A legend…

 

A phantom…

 

A being said to appear only when the Angel Clan was in dire need.