Reigning Supreme in countless worlds With Beast taming-Chapter 329 - 326: The Unconventional Holy Son of Light

The four-winged angel had just emerged from space and immediately drew his Light Sword, assuming a majestic and imposing stance, ready for battle.

He was the Guardian Angel of the Holy Son of Light, summoned according to the arrangements of the Divine Realm and the Church Court. Normally, he would only appear when the Holy Son was touring various nations and "happened upon" sudden high-level Demon Beasts or villainous powerhouses, showcasing divine miracles before the cult members.

Then, the angel would swiftly and neatly slay the Demon Beasts or nefariously infamous villains, sometimes casting Divine Arts like Healing Light, and after receiving the devout worship of the faithful, he could make a perfect exit.

That was the greatest purpose of the Guardian Angel, and not to truly be summoned to fight and die for the Holy Son.

If even the Guardian Angel needed to fight desperately for the Holy Son, it meant that the Light Church was in jeopardy, the Holy Son Guardian Army had suffered heavy casualties, and there was no choice but to summon the angel to aid in battle.

The so-called battles the Holy Sons of the past had to summon Guardian Angels for were nothing more than pre-arranged plays.

Therefore, every Holy Son’s Guardian Angel had always appeared with such grandeur, showing their might before retreating with the worship of the followers.

However, as soon as the Four-Winged Angel saw the scene before him, he froze.

A Giant Dragon?

His opponent was a ninth-level superior Demon Beast Giant Dragon?

This was nothing like the usual routine.

Other Guardian Angels summoned to face foes generally dealt with seventh-level Demon Beasts, or typical Golden Knights-level bandits, or Undead Mage and Dark Mage level beings. With the angel’s strength, he could easily secure victory.

Even though his strength was far greater than that of a typical Two-Winged Angel, there was no need to arrange for him to face a ninth-level superior Giant Dragon.

Although this White Dragon, by its size and aura, seemed to be a young dragon that had just reached adulthood, not yet at the peak of an adult dragon’s power, his chances of winning were not small. But his time to fight here was limited.

After all, he was summoned by the Holy Son, and every moment he spent here consumed the Holy Son’s spiritual power. Once the Holy Son’s spiritual power was exhausted, he would be forcefully sent back by powerful rules.

Not long ago, when the Holy Mountain selected Qin Feng as the Holy Son, he had seen that Qin Feng’s aura was only at the level of a Magic Guide. A being at that level does not possess strong spiritual power, and it’s highly unlikely to sustain him until he defeats the Giant Dragon.

If he was sent back midway through the battle, having people witness that would surely disgrace the Light God.

Hold on, that’s not right.

There are no outsiders here?

It didn’t take long for the Four-Winged Angel to realize that something was amiss.

This place seems to be at the top of a high peak, surrounded by towering mountains, stretching endlessly, and even more, dense forests in the distance, without a human in sight.

"This... where is this?"

The Four-Winged Angel was somewhat stunned as he looked to Qin Feng: "Holy Son, how did you end up here?"

He was utterly puzzled.

Shouldn’t someone of the Holy Son’s noble stature be surrounded by a large retinue of the Holy Son Guardian Army?

Shouldn’t he be in the embrace of countless devout followers?

Why would he appear in this desolate place, alone in front of a Light Giant Dragon’s den?

Could it be that this White Dragon was an Evil Dragon, and the Holy Son, nobly undertaking a plea for the people, planned to become a Dragon Slayer, retrieving treasures stolen by the Evil Dragon, and displaying the majesty of the Light God?

Qin Feng, with a look of urgency on his face, said, "Respected Angel, now is not the time to ask this. I am currently in danger; this Giant Dragon wants to kill me. Please drive it away quickly, or my life is in grave danger."

"Hmm?"

The Four-Winged Angel, hearing this, was immediately enraged.

He turned sharply to the Giant Dragon, and with a fierce shout, he said, "Giant Dragon, you dare to insult the majesty of the Light God, you shall be punished!"

As he spoke, he swung his sword, releasing a white Light Blade dozens of yards wide straight towards the White Dragon, attempting to cleave it in two with a single strike.

Clearly, he was angered.

The Light God Clan and the Giant Dragon Clan had not waged war, and the relationship with the White Dragon kin was rather amicable, considering that the White Dragons also cultivated Light Magic Power, and the two sides got along well.

Even many White Dragons had been taken as Riding Tools by powerful angels, assisting them in battling throughout various realms.

But now, this Light Element White Dragon was actually trying to kill the Holy Son of Light, which was an affront to the dignity of the Light God.

After all, the Holy Son represented the Light God, and as the Guardian Angel of the current Holy Son, the Four-Winged Angel certainly couldn’t stand idly by and let this happen.

If the Holy Son died at the claws of the White Dragon under his protection, he would definitely face severe punishment upon his return.

After all, few Holy Sons had been killed by external enemies during their tenure in the many years of the Light Church, especially not under the protection of a Four-Winged Angel like him, which was an unforgivable mistake.

Therefore, the Four-Winged Angel was filled with unparalleled rage. He unleashed his most powerful War Power upon arrival, and the Light Magic Power within him transformed into powerful Light Blades that he relentlessly cast, catching the White Dragon off guard.

The White Dragon was equally angry.

It had no idea what had happened and why the thief who went to the Dragon’s Grave to steal the Dragon Spirit Fruit, now coveting its treasure, could summon a formidable Four-Winged Battle Angel for protection.

It was even more unclear why this Four-Winged Angel seemed madly intent on killing it.

Insult the Light God?

What a joke, when did I ever offend the Light God?

It was but a newly matured ninth-level Giant Dragon, its strength was incomprehensibly inferior to that of the Light God, far more than tens of thousands of miles apart. Although the Giant Dragon Clan was overbearing, they wouldn’t be so blind as to offend the Light God!

It wanted to explain, perhaps there was some misunderstanding between the two sides.

But as it shouted for a ceasefire, the furiously enraged Four-Winged Angel paid no heed, continuing its surging and wildly fierce offensive. Before it could even speak, the formidable attack had already arrived in proximity, forcing it to focus solely on defense and counterattack.

Otherwise, if the Four-Winged Angel kept attacking like this, it was in peril of losing its life.

The White Dragon spewed several scorching Dragon Breaths in quick succession, temporarily halting the crazed offensive of the Four-Winged Angel. Then, the Dragon Language, vigorous and emphatic, resounded through the heavens and earth, casting one strong Language Magic after another, engaging the Four-Winged Angel in combat.

Each of its magics possessed the might of level ten, even level eleven spells, extremely formidable.

Of course, it knew even more fiercely powerful Forbidden Curse Magic, but casting a Forbidden Curse took time, and the Four-Winged Angel, with its extremely rich combat experience, simply did not afford it the opportunity to cast such a curse.

The battle between the two was too intense; so much so that the White Dragon had to put aside any question of why the Four-Winged Angel sought to kill it.

It had to dedicate all its energy to the battle, striving to keep up with the combat rhythm of the Four-Winged Angel; otherwise, it was very likely to be slain by its opponent.

Even so, it gradually found itself at a disadvantage.

After all, this White Dragon had only just reached adulthood less than a hundred years ago, and a Dragon of about a thousand years old was in the phase where its strength was still climbing, nowhere near its peak. In terms of both power and combat experience, it was far inferior to the Four-Winged Battle Angel.

Thus, within moments, injuries appeared on its body, a wound over a meter long inflicted by the Light Blade of the Four-Winged Angel.

However, as a dragon of the Light Element, it was skilled at Healing Magic, much like the Angels, and quickly cast a couple of Healing Spells on itself. The wounds ceased bleeding and began to heal.

The shockwaves from their battle were so immense that all the Demon Beasts within dozens of miles fled in panic.

Powerful spells caused the summit to collapse, clouds gathered and dispersed, torn into fragments.

Qin Feng watched the battle closely from behind.

He noticed a peculiar kind of strength within the Four-Winged Angel; it seemed to be a combination of Light Magic Power and Light Fighting Energy, not like the Church’s Priests and Knights who separately cultivated magic and energy.

Thus, when the Four-Winged Angel fought, it could unleash Martial Skills and cleave with streams of Light Blades, as well as cast Light Magic to attack its opponent.

It appeared that Angels were on a higher echelon of power compared to the faithful and Cult Members of the Light Church.

Quickly, a quarter-hour passed, and the Four-Winged Angel, with its formidable strength and extensive combat experience, took a definitive upper hand.

The Four-Winged Angel was somewhat astonished; it hadn’t expected the Holy Son to be able to sustain combat for so long.

It seems that in the time after he had left, the Holy Son had made substantial progress.

He must have advanced to the level of a Magic Guide, otherwise, he couldn’t have such enduring spiritual power.

But he dared not lax his offensive for that reason; even a Magic Guide’s level of spiritual power couldn’t support him staying here too long. By now, he should also be reaching his limit.

What was crucial was that apart from him, there was not a single Guardian Knight beside the Holy Son; he had no idea what the Church Court was doing to let the Holy Son appear in such a perilous place all by himself.

"A bunch of useless trash."

The Four-Winged Angel cursed inwardly, categorizing the members of the Holy Son Guardian Army all as worthless.

If it weren’t for those useless trash, he wouldn’t have to be fighting desperately with the Giant Dragon here.

To avoid the Holy Son running into trouble after he was transported back, he had no choice but to strike with all his might. Despite the drain on his energy, he had to slay this White Dragon, as only by doing so could he ensure the safety of the Holy Son.

So, his offensive became increasingly ferocious and relentless.

And the White Dragon, was beginning to falter.

The Four-Winged Angel’s offensive was too strong; it had already inflicted over a dozen wounds on its body, and the Magic Power at the wounds was difficult to dispel. Even with consecutive Healing Spells, it had a hard time recovering quickly.

Due to the excessive loss of Dragon Blood within its body, it felt progressively weaker and feeble.

It knew that if it continued to fight, it would probably be killed by this Four-Winged Angel.

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Given the domineering nature of the Angel Divine Clan, they wouldn’t care whether it was innocent or not, nor would they care for its life. In their view, only by eliminating all threats could it truly be safe.

Thus, left with no other choice, the White Dragon desperately squeezed out its own Magic Power, casting several strong Dragon Language Magics in a row, temporarily blocking the storm-like offensive of the Four-Winged Angel. Risking another sword strike, it quickly turned and fled swiftly into the distance.

"Roar... Curse you, Human Clan, cursed Combat Angels, wait and see, I will return..."

Amidst the thunderous roar, the White Dragon rapidly flapped its wings and escaped at a high speed.

Its voice was filled with boundless anger.

This was truly a case of a dragon minding its own business at home, only to have calamity descend from the sky.

It had been peacefully sleeping on top of its own treasure and yet encountered a near-death experience.

Qin Feng frowned, looking discontentedly at the Four-Winged Angel, wondering how he let the White Dragon escape.

How was he supposed to subdue the White Dragon to become his Riding Tool now?

PS: Another chapter follows.