Volume 1, Chapter 91 – Power of the Seven Deadly Sins

The reason why the Thrones are called Thrones is because their power stands above all the strongest beings in the world.

How vast is the world of this game?

The Main World at the center of the universe, and countless mysterious planes that exist beyond it.

Even the Eight Great Factions, the most powerful forces, would never claim to have reached the end of the world.

There is no end.

And the Thrones are the beings within this known world whose strength and potential stand above all other forces.

The Frost Dragon Ysera was one of those Thrones in the Graveyard, second only to the Undead Grand Duke, Sargus.

A being of that level, no matter that the Paladin was of the orange rank and level 200, even if he hadn’t yet reached his peak, was not something that could be shaken so easily.

Even if that Paladin had unleashed his ultimate ability.

Moments ago, the Frost Dragon Ysera had been struck only because she had cast a forbidden spell, but now, high in the heavens with her skeletal wings spread wide, the Frost Dragon Ysera gazed at the oncoming Great Sword of Light. The ghostly blue flames burning in her massive dragon eyes did not waver in the slightest.

“Rooaaar—!”

Opening her mouth, she let out a thunderous roar, and in the next instant, her freezing dragon breath slammed violently against the flying Great Sword of Light!

The sword that had carried an unstoppable aura of holy might suddenly slowed, and after a few seconds, it was forced to an abrupt halt midair.

“This is…”

Karl’s pupils shrank sharply.

Even the slight curve forming at the corner of his lips stopped in place.

The sight before him was simply too shocking. Even Karl, who had lived for over forty years, couldn’t help but show disbelief on his face.

Because the Great Sword of Light… was retreating.

Yes, Karl wasn’t mistaken. After clashing with the Frost Dragon’s breath for a few seconds, the Great Sword of Light was being pushed back in midair.

He had believed that one strike from the Great Sword of Light would be enough to knock the Frost Dragon from the sky.

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But reality told Karl just how ignorant he had been a moment ago.

“Throne… Throne… So this is the power of a Throne?”

A Throne.

Under the Frost Dragon’s breath, the Great Sword of Light began to melt away like ice exposed to fire, breaking apart into countless fragments of light that drifted into the wind between heaven and earth.

There was no need to think further, once the Great Sword melted away, the Frost Dragon’s breath would strike him next.

And in his current weakened state, he would be utterly powerless against it.

“But… Don’t underestimate a Paladin!”

After all, Paladins were a group of lunatics who would sacrifice everything to protect the weak and uphold justice.

“And I… am one of those lunatics!”

After so long, Karl’s eyes reflected the memory of when he was still a knight apprentice. Back then, wasn’t his dream precisely to protect the weak, even at the cost of his own life?

Facing the incoming breath of frost, Karl quietly planted his sword into the ground, standing unmoving where he was.

As if sensing something, the Paladins fighting on the frontlines all turned their gaze toward Karl’s direction.

And what they saw was a man with greying hair standing alone with his sword, facing the colossal Frost Dragon head-on.

“Captain!”

A Paladin cried out in alarm, while others silently turned away and returned to their own battles.

As the attack approached, Karl’s eyes grew unexpectedly calm.

The Frost Dragon’s breath was descending. In the next second, it would surely devour him.

But at that very moment, a tiny girl with long silver hair appeared in front of Karl, appearing out of thin air between him and the Frost Dragon’s breath.

“Wait—”

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The first thing Karl thought wasn’t why a girl had suddenly appeared, but an instinctive urge to push her away.

However, he had no time to react. The moment the girl appeared, the Frost Dragon’s breath came crashing down.

Reflexively, Karl shut his eyes. He knew full well the power of the Frost Dragon’s breath and could already imagine the girl’s fate. Yet even so, he couldn’t bear to watch it happen.

His trembling hands gripped his sword tightly. He knew that the next second, after the Frost Dragon’s breath passed over the girl, it would be his turn.

“Too bad… I can’t avenge you…”

For the girl who had suddenly stepped in front of him, Karl was deeply moved.

But just as he braced himself to meet his end, an unexpected voice rang out.

“Has the Dragon race’s breath gotten this weak now?”

The voice sounded almost identical to his daughter’s, yet the tone carried a strange sense of disappointment, as though lamenting something pitiful.

Instinctively, Karl opened his eyes, and what entered his sight was a cascade of silver hair fluttering in the wind.

Beneath that hair was a young but exquisitely beautiful face, yet brimming with an eerie malice.

The youth was in her age, the delicacy in her features, and the wickedness in those crimson eyes filled with murderous intent.

“So weak. Just a mere Throne, and you can’t handle it? There used to be the strongest Paladins among you, the Holy Dragon Knights. Have you all regressed so much?”

Feeling Karl’s gaze, the girl only spared him a single glance from those scarlet eyes before speaking with a tone far older than her appearance.

“Who are you…”

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that the fall of the Northern Fortress is already inevitable. You should focus on how to retreat with as little loss as possible.”

“No! As a Paladin, I would never consider running away!”

At Karl’s firm words, the girl gave him a look full of disgust before turning her gaze toward the Frost Dragon in the sky.

“That’s exactly why I, Samael, despise Paladins the most.”

Those were the last words Karl heard as the girl took off toward the heavens.

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High above the skies, beneath the vault of the heavens, the massive Frost Dragon stared at the silver-haired girl flying straight toward it.

The closer the girl came, the colder the air around her became.

“Xiaobingxue, wasn’t it? If I recall correctly, that’s what that little one called you. So, Xiaobingxue, are you ready to be beaten up by me?”

“My name is Ysera!”

Even from such a distance, Ysera could hear the words spoken by Tianyin, whose body was now temporarily controlled by Samael.

“Yes, yes, Ysera or Xiaobingxue, either way, if you act too arrogant, this big sister will have to teach you a proper lesson~”

The moment her words fell, in Ysera’s enormous dragon eyes, the tiny figure of Tianyin, smaller than an ant, suddenly vanished into thin air.

The Frost Dragon Ysera was a Throne of the Graveyard, one of the apex powers of the world’s hierarchy.

And with Ysera’s perception, there was no being in the Graveyard that could simply escape her senses through sheer speed alone.

Yet now, the girl who had just said she would “teach her a lesson” vanished completely from her awareness in an instant.

No.

In less than a second, perhaps just an instant, Ysera felt an immense pressure descend from directly above her head.

Instinctively, Ysera raised her great dragon head.

And in her vision, silver hair danced in the wind, and what left the deepest impression was the pair of blood-red eyes beneath it.

“Oh~ You noticed me~”

Tianyin smiled. If one ignored those crimson eyes, her smile would have been adorable, but with them, that smile instead exuded a chilling, demonic charm.

Seeing that sinister smile, Ysera reflexively opened her maw to unleash her dragon breath at Tianyin.

But just as she thought to attack, Tianyin, who had been floating above, suddenly appeared beside her wide-open mouth.

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“Good children shouldn’t just spit things out so carelessly~ And dragons shouldn’t spit out dragon breath so casually either~”

Ysera scoffed at such words, opening her mouth wider to attack, but then realized, she couldn’t open it at all.

Lowering her gaze, she saw two small, pale hands gripping her jaws shut.

The Frost Dragon’s form was vast enough to cover the skies of the entire Northern Fortress, her mouth hundreds of meters long.

And yet Tianyin stood on the edge of it, her tiny hands pressed gently against her lips.

It was like an ant pressing its forelegs against your lips, no matter how much force you exerted, you simply couldn’t open your mouth.

As a result, the dragon breath that had gathered in her throat was forcibly held back.

“Well, not spitting anymore? Then why don’t we head down and have a little talk, hmm, little one?”

Down?

How?

Because of the forced recoil of her dragon breath, Ysera stopped for a moment, unable to comprehend what Tianyin meant. But her instincts screamed that something terrible was about to happen.

And the next second.

From the perspective of those at the Northern Fortress, the massive Frost Dragon that had blotted out the sky seemed to be lifted up by some unseen force, her body tilting at an impossible angle toward the heavens.

Then, in the very next moment—

Rumble————!

A deafening explosion, like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting apart, echoed across the skies above the Northern Fortress.

In an instant, the battlefield that had been filled with endless noise and the clash of steel fell into an eerie silence.

Even the Headless Knight, who had been leading his Dread Knights through the enemy lines, cutting through the fortress like a blade through paper, stopped mid-charge and turned toward the source of the sound.