"What happened, Alice?"

"How did that guy suddenly become so much stronger?"

Although an outsider, I have been exposed to quite a bit of extraordinary power. I have my own assessment of the transformed demon dragon that appeared suddenly in the sky.

Not only was Philip shocked, but the witch consultant Alice beside him was equally so.

Under her wide robe, her fair fists were clenched tightly. Is this the power of legend? Could even a 'Dragonology' scholar, not renowned for combat power, possess such terrifying power?

Initially, Shemir creating a living giant dragon through alchemy was barely within her understanding.

Frankenstein, an unskilled village wizard, could cobble together a homunculus through countless cost-ignoring experiments, so it wasn't surprising that a legendary mage could create a "slightly" larger fusion dragon.

But now, this dragon had ascended from a fusion beast to a genuine high-tier giant dragon, one that had stepped into the divine realm.

Such a mighty dragon would usually only dwell in deep forests and mountains, transforming its territory into a 'divine realm'. Even legendary mages would not fare well entering this domain.

And now, it was equivalent to their 'hundred-thousand army' intruding into this giant dragon's divine domain.

Alice cursed inwardly, "In this situation, even if my two sisters and I join forces, we probably couldn't withstand it."

Though she thought this in her heart, she couldn't voice it out loud.

"Hopefully, this Shemir is just someone who relies on summoned creatures to fight, with lackluster combat ability. Otherwise, we're in trouble."

But no matter how you think about it, that's unlikely.

With knowledge and spiritual power in place, casting powerful spells at will couldn't be simpler.

Let alone the fact that besides Shemir, there was also a group of mage consultants on the opposing side.

Philip was somewhat anxious, "What are we going to do next?"

Alice shook her head, "Don't worry, there are taller people holding up the sky!"

Saying this, she looked at the man amidst the army, holding a giant crossbow, aiming at the giant dragon.

He seemed very small, even if riding a 'giant horse', he appeared like an ant compared to the hundred-meter giant dragon. Yet, his gradually rising aura subconsciously gave the impression that his back was as imposing as a mountain.

...

Stairway to Divinity.

What a terrifying power.

How did the Babylonians, holding such fearsome power, become extinct?

Blindly deifying, fighting amongst themselves, and then perishing together?

Losa raised his head, feeling the terrifying pressure from Tiamat. This demon dragon did not intend to spread its dragon might, instead channeling it all on Losa.

Having suffered greatly before, Losa couldn't have possibly not estimated this so-called divine ascension power.

And it was a very high estimate!

Part of the reason he joined the simulated battle was because Shemir imparted such a formidable sense of oppression.

Again, the decree's golden radiance fell upon Losa. Highly anticipated, countless Crusader gazes converged, and endless power gathered. If Losa's spiritual power hadn't elevated again after advancing to the 'legendary level template', such enormous power would've exceeded his control limits.

Boom——

Gale turned into sword Qi, slashing the demon dragon as it spewed dragon flame back at it. This was Cherina's sword Qi condensed with throat-squeezing power, buying Losa the final moment to charge up, fully unleashing the power of the Dragon Slayer Crossbow in his hand.

Boom!

A fierce wind arose, with sand and gravel sweeping about.

An ethereal red-black dragon, like a towering pillar reaching the heavens, lifted its head, roaring at the enraged demon dragon.

And at that moment, the crossbow arrows from Losa's Dragon Slayer Crossbow crossed the boundary between virtual and reality, successfully manifesting an entity inscribed with countless array patterns, identical to the Dragon Slayer Arrow in his memory.

A strong sense of crisis made Elis on Tiamat's back feel prickly, suppressing the urge to turn and flee. It controlled Tiamat to counterattack.

As the Abyss Lord, even if not combat-oriented like a Succubus Lord, it ascended to the lord's position in the cutthroat abyss. It knew well that being targeted by that giant crossbow, escape was impossible.

In Tiamat's incomplete mind, the sense of fear was forcefully suppressed, and anger took the upper hand.

It let out a roar and spewed dragon flame at Losa.

The originally distinct quintet dragon breath, each independent, held middle to low strength among high-tier dragons with its attributes of flame, toxicity, corrosion, curse, and frost.

The strength of its dragon flame didn't match its power due to the mutual hindrance and cancellation of the five dragon flame attributes.

But now, with Tiamat's successful divine ascension, the dragon flame it spewed was no longer five colors, but rather a chaotic hue—indescribable, seemingly blue, purple, black, red... or any color.

When you see it, the first color that comes to mind becomes its color, but upon closer inspection, it might change to another.

After ascension, Tiamat finally showed some semblance of the mythical chaos dragon from Babylonian mythology with its namesake.

Now Tiamat's combat power likely soared straight to surpass a Three-headed Demon Dragon, an elevation comparable to an ordinary caster advancing from advanced to legendary.

...

"This crossbow divine artifact can't kill Tiamat. Right now, it's a being with both divine and dragon-level strength life force."

Needless to mention the dragon, the deities have been dead for a thousand years yet can resurrect again, proving their tenacious life force. In Shemir's calculations, even if Tiamat was struck by this arrow, at most, it would be heavily injured.

Then, Losa should again reveal the ability to transform into a giant dragon. Whether it was a high-level transformation technique he didn't understand or if he was actually a dragon in human guise, this power was bound to be showcased before him.

"Come on, transform, let me enjoy a battle between giant dragons!"

Shemir was a little excited. For a caster specializing in the giant dragon school, nothing was more attractive than a battle between two equally matched dragons.

Yes, equally matched.

In his hypothesis, after Tiamat's divine ascension, its strength should comfortably surpass Losa. Being struck by the crossbow divine artifact would weaken its strength, coincidentally putting it on par with Losa.

His mood was like that of a veteran cricket fighting player, witnessing a duel between two rare treasures, one of the few remaining pursuits in his lengthy life.

Of course, if after the duel, he could dissect the opponent's corpse for study, that would be even better.

...

Boom——

Like a golden crow at dawn, the crossbow arrow tore through the azure dome, flying toward the sky unimpeded by the pouring chaos dragon breath.

In Tiamat's perspective, the scene seen differed entirely from the two hundred-meter giant dragons' confrontation in outsiders' eyes—it saw countless opened carcasses, countless decayed scale armors, innumerable skeleton remains of giant dragon evil spirits, roaring as they lunged forward.

They emitted wails only discernible to it, recounting their agony and hatred, questioning why it could continue to sustain a lively body, even ascend divine, with resentment and venom.

Tiamat was utterly terrified; this newly born soul, seemingly wrapped in numerous stitches, despite the metamorphosis after divine ascension, its fear was unequivocally drowning the flash of fury from moments ago.

Poof——

The sharp crossbow arrow shattered its scale armor.

The indestructible scales and divine power offered no resistance at all.