Chapter 265

EPISODE 265 – THE GOLDEN SUN (1)

Ancient Black Dragon Malekith.

As the only Ancient Dragon that appeared in Legend of Heroes 2, he was almost like the final ordeal for the playable characters from the Sälen Kingdom.

“KRAAAAAAAAAAA-!”

His roar covered the sky and the earth.

A crushing silence dominated the surrounding area.

Seeing a gigantic creature with a body length of 150 meters as it roared high in the sky was like a myth in itself.

Most of those on the island were in awe and fear.

To them, the current Malekith was almost like a god.

And it was the same in the game.

This godlike being from the south was much bigger in the game than he was now, but that didn’t mean his status was lower.

‘The southern region’s greatest ordeal.’

Malekith’s appearance itself was in the first half of the game.

It was he who caused the destruction of the south, which became a decisive factor in the Sälen Kingdom’s fall, following the great invasion of the northern barbarians and the annihilation of the royal family.

One could possibly fight Malekith right in the first half if one wanted to, since Legend of Heroes was a series with a considerable degree of freedom.

But even if one played as Maximilian, the main protagonist of the game, confronting Malekith in the first half – no, even confronting him alone in the middle to second half of the game was just a suicidal act.

‘It’s possible to fight him in the second half.’

It was only possible after almost all the playable characters joined forces to form a raid party.

Facing Malekith alone was impossible for any playable character.

‘One who is like a god.’

No, he was truly a god.

A being who slaughtered all the southern humans and burned the Forest of Eternity was then reborn as a wicked god as a result of devouring many deep-seated grudges and vindictive spirits.

Obviously, all of these happened in the game.

The present Malekith had yet to become a god.

Far from devastating the southern region of the country, even his Dragon Sleep had not been properly completed.

But even so, he was an Ancient Dragon.

As what was emphasized over and over, he was like a god.

“Koooo-”

Malekith let out a long breath and looked down at the ground.

The huge and gigantic being towered over the creatures on the ground.

[Sicilia.]

His voice reverberated through the sky and the earth.

At the same time, his vicious and ruthless will was conveyed to the minds of everyone on the island.

“Aaaah!”

“Aack! Aaaaah!”

There were those who shook in fear just from hearing Malekith’s angry voice.

It was the result of the powerful Dragon Fear destroying their wills.

“Please forgive me. Please forgive me.”

“Spare me. Please spare me.”

The weak-minded fell to the ground and begged. Some bowed their heads, and some burst into tears.

It wasn’t just the humans.

The same happened to the goblins and orcs.

Rational thinking became impossible for them as their fears crushed them.

Malekith spoke again.

At his call, Sicilia stepped forward with tears in her eyes.

“Here I am, here is Thy humble woman who serves the great Thee.”

Sicilia shouted as she bowed her head to the floor.

The distance between Malekith and Sicilia was over hundreds of meters, and she was too small and slender compared to Malekith’s huge body that was reminiscent of a giant, but Malekith did not miss Sicilia’s voice.

He clearly identified her among the thousands present here.

[What happened?]

His question contained anger and rebuke instead of affection and friendliness.

Having received the wrath of a godlike being, Sicilia trembled in fear as she removed all the barriers protecting her mind. She opened it and welcomed his will before it got broken and crushed by Malekith.

Memory transmission.

Sicilia conveyed everything that she had seen, heard, and felt.

It didn’t take much time for Malekith.

Shortly after Sicilia opened the door to her mind, he understood all the recent events at once.

Therefore, the anger he expressed was even greater.

[Stupid and weak bugs.]

Malekith’s wrath was not focused on Sicilia alone.

But Sicilia, who had fully opened her mind to him, felt like she was being crushed by just a part of his anger. She was so lost in indescribable fear and terror that she was unable to notice the facts.

Her series of mistakes.

The disappearance of Gamorr Khan and the death of Madhur.

The loss of one of the Ten Great Swordmasters whom she had worked so hard to recruit, and their defeat at Argon Port.

She also failed to steal Ascalon in the end.

It wasn’t just her.

Sicilia and Orga even failed to protect the island.

The Dragon Sleep was not complete, and Malekith’s own wounds were not fully healed.

He even had Ascalon embedded in his chest.

[I will personally punish you.]

At Malekith’s declaration, Sicilia felt like her soul was being crushed.

Because she knew how ruthless Malekith could be. The suffering would be so terrible that one would rather long for death.

“I’ve made a mistake. I’ve done wrong. Please forgive me.”

Sicilia wept and begged, but Malekith’s attention had already left her.

He saw Orga.

He burst into laughter at the sight of that man’s fallen and wretched appearance even though that man was of his own blood.

The Dragonflights.

They had been almost destroyed.

His army, which he thought he would see after 300 years, was broken and destroyed, and even their bodies were unrecognizable.

So Malekith laughed.

It rocked the entire island.

[You insignificant bugs!]

His anger did not subside.

His anger towards Carlos and Lion rose again. The very existence of these bugs swarming his island infuriated him.

Erase everything.

Destroy everything on this island.

[KRAAAAAAAAAAA-!]

The dragon’s anger spread to the skies.

The will of the godlike being caused a supernatural occurrence.

Ruuuuumble-!

The climate changed.

Dark clouds gathered in an instant and covered the sky, and a strong wind blew under the darkened sky.

The waves around the island became rough and stormy.

Craaaaack!

Lightning struck from the sky.

Dozens of lightning bolts hit the ground.

[KRAAAAAAAAAAAA-!]

Malekith roared amidst the white flashes of light.

He released Dragon Fear again, and the weak fell as they grabbed their heads. Rain poured down from the darkened sky.

Crack! Boom! Bang!

Lightning struck in succession.

The ground cracked and the whole island shook. Most of the humans on the island couldn’t even stand on their two feet due to the devastating earthquake.

“Haa… ugh… haa…”

Kajsa couldn’t even properly speak.

Even letting out her usual swears was impossible. All she could do was gasp in fear. And it was the same for Scarlet who was beside her.

“Haa… haak… ugh…”

Scarlet couldn’t breathe properly.

She choked and burst into tears as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Panting was all she could do as she crouched on the floor.

Craaaaaackle!

Sebastian Leguin looked up the sky but couldn’t think of anything.

Count Kagehama didn’t even dare to look up the sky as he fell on the floor and covered his head with his hands, while Marquis Ophand gritted his teeth and looked up the sky, but that was all he could do. Even though he had inherited the blood of a divine creature, he still couldn’t do anything.

Lightning flashed.

Earthquakes and storms ravaged the island.

Most of the battleships that were submerged rose to the surface, and the Sirens could no longer sing. Siren Queen Iliana Calacanis wept like a child as she embraced the staff she inherited from her ancestors.

Pure Dragon Fear.

Malekith had a view of the ground again. In order to personally exhale fire to purify the ground.

However, when Malekith looked down the ground, a strange sight was reflected in his eyes that had the transcendental cognitive abilities of an Ancient Dragon.

There was a man with his head up.

Despite the Dragon Fear dominating the place, there were people who were standing and facing him instead of crying and trembling in fear.

“Ancient Black Dragon.”

Velkian narrowed his eyes that were covered by his beak mask.

Instead of shivering in fear, he made a hand seal and summoned a mighty and powerful Phantom Steed. The black ghost horse engulfed in green flames had a piercing glow in its eyes.

“He’s weakened.”

Lena did not lose her reasoning even as a lightning storm swept through the island.

She passed by Sicilia who was crying and trembling with her head bowed. She spread her white wings and flew straight up the sky.

“It’s not a god. It’s just a giant monster.”

Kamael lowered his sword.

He had already fought against a transcendental being called the Demon Prince.

He did not lose himself even in the face of an Ancient Dragon’s formidable presence. He stepped forward unaffectedly.

Like Velkian and Lena, he headed towards one person.

“A mind of steel, an indomitable will, and an invincible body.”

A man muttered and raised his head.

The man stood tall on his two feet and confronted the horror in the sky.

He was like the sun.

A person who never lost his light amidst any despair and fear.

One who dispelled the darkness.

One who delivered light to those who wandered in the dark.

So Velkian was able to go straight anywhere and anytime.

He was sure that he was on the right track just by following that man’s back.

Lena was the same. She always found hope in him. Because as long as he was with them, an eternal and absolute darkness could not exist.

Two people stood next to him.

And one more person joined them.

Ghostblade Kamael.

He rarely smiled.

Even in front of a godlike being, he smiled instead of shaking in fear. He looked at their own sun who had already cleared the darkness called the Demon Prince once. He stood next to that man and gazed up the sky.

“The seventh door of the Ninth Heaven’s Nine Doors.”

The man said.

He unlocked its true power.

By itself, it erased from the surrounding area Malekith’s binding curse, their fear of that Ancient Dragon.

“Supreme Sun Divine Art.”

The Golden Sun.

Landius clenched his fists. He met the gaze of Malekith who was staring right at him, and shot forward to the sky by condensing his energy to his feet.

Fwoooooosh!

A golden beam of light soared up.

The golden light from the ground struck the sky, leading to a miracle.

The dark clouds that covered the sky parted, and sunlight shone down.

That single ray of light.

It stood out even more in the dark.

Those who trembled in fear saw the light.

The single ray of light shone down from the sky, and the golden beam of light that was soaring up from the ground.

And in between those, Landius opened his clenched fist.

He summoned it as the sunlight shone down on him.

“Solar Blade.”

The sword of the sun god Solari shined gold.

Malekith unconsciously shuddered at that moment. Instead of attacking or showing his anger, he just watched. He couldn’t help it.

The Golden Sun.

A man like the sun.

Landius held the sword in his hand.

He grasped the Solar Blade.