"Haha, you did a good job, Zhuzi. I'll reward you with half a kilogram of roasted sweet potatoes when we get back."

Princess glanced down at the battlefield with her binocular-shaped hands and nodded in satisfaction.

"What on earth are you talking about..." Aya was completely baffled by what this person was mumbling about.

"Well, don't mind it. We successfully sank the target, that's what matters." Tiran coughed twice and gave Aya a thumbs-up. "It doesn't matter what we shout, as long as we get rid of it."

As Tiran said, the Mist Tree Spirit had been completely sunk. A large amount of magical power had been exhausted in the battle against the Ancient Giant, and the remaining bit was no match for the Golden Dragon's saturated elemental breath. The remaining body, no matter how hard it was, couldn't withstand the erosion of the six elements.

"So, what now? Are we going back to sleep?" Aya glanced at the members of the Dragon-Slayer squad.

"Sleep? Are you kidding?" Tiran knocked on Aya's head. "That's an incredibly ancient monster, there must be valuable materials inside its body, right? We'll definitely search the corpse for treasures."

"..."

Aya suddenly recalled the fear she had felt when the princess patiently explained the valuable things on the dragon's body when she was first captured.

Meanwhile, the members of the Dragon-Slayer squad on the ground were all stunned. Except for Byron, who didn't participate in the battle that day, everyone recognized the pale dragon in the sky and felt a sense of unease. Could it be coming for revenge?

Wait a minute, wasn't the dragon they failed to hunt down before already slain by the second princess of Milanía? How could it appear here? Or was it just a coincidence that it looked similar?

Regardless, the appearance of a dragon in the sky made the Dragon-Slayer squad nervous. After all, they had just experienced a big battle, the old magician and the berserker had basically lost their combat power, and the remaining three had also been greatly depleted. They would have to be cautious in dealing with a dragon that could easily kill the Mist Tree Spirit.

"Hey old man, what do we do now? Are we going to take the core of the Mist Tree Spirit?" Lancelot placed his spear on the ground and asked quietly while keeping an eye on the dragon in the sky.

In a sense, that dragon helped them avoid annihilation, but it also brought new threats.

"Of course, why not take it after all the effort we put into defeating it?" Although he said it lightly, the old magician felt a bit uneasy in his heart. As a magic practitioner, he was highly sensitive to elements, and when the dragon released its breath, he sensed the disturbance of the six elements.

By controlling six different elements, the dragon in the sky was undoubtedly of the same level as a Golden Dragon. Golden Dragons were the kings above all dragon species, and they were in a completely different league from the Earth Dragon they had previously killed. Even if they were in perfect condition, whether they could win against it was another story, let alone after a fierce battle.

"Shadow, go find the core. Lancelot, you protect him and keep an eye on the dragon in the sky." The old magician took out another bottle of magic-enhancing potion from his large wizard robe and drank it, supporting himself with his staff to restore his magic power while monitoring the dragon circling above.

The assassin hidden in the shadows nodded and quickly disappeared into the dense forest along with the spearman.

"For now, let's do this. If we see the dragon heading towards the remains of the Tree Spirit, we intercept it. Even if we lure it over, the priority is to ensure that Lancelot and the others can get the core of the Tree Spirit."

With a final reminder and confirmation that the dragon was still hovering in the sky, the old magician sat down to meditate and restore his magic power.

After a night of intense battle, even as a mage, he couldn't afford the high consumption of magic power. But at least now he could rest. The old magician sighed to himself, realizing that he still had a lot to learn about magic and would need to spend some time studying and training when he returned.

The distant horizon gradually brightened, and the impending sunrise slightly eased the minds of the Dragon-Slayer squad members who remained in place to rest.

"Wait, something seems off." Compared to the old magician, whose magic power had been exhausted, and the heavily injured berserker Byron, Justin still had some energy left. While guarding his companions, he noticed something unusual in the brightness on the horizon.

It wasn't the usual sight of the sky brightening up during a normal sunrise... instead, it looked as if there was an extremely bright light illuminating a specific spot. The radiance it emitted wasn't the warm feeling of a rising sun, but a piercing sense of majesty. Moreover, the source of the light was rapidly approaching.

"Damn, talk about bad timing... That damn guy." Tiran gritted his teeth with intense hatred.

The people on the ground could see it, but Aya and the Princess could see even more clearly from the sky. That blindingly bright holy light, it was definitely the Angel they were after.

"Damn it, I was hoping to plunder them thoroughly. It's such a pity." The Princess had a look of unwillingness on her face.

"Oh, so you were still thinking about that!" Aya looked at her with a wry expression.

"Never mind the details. Anyway, Sergeant Aya, do you have any brilliant ideas?" Tiran stood on top of Aya's head, sword in hand, looking serious.

"...If you had thought of a battle plan earlier instead of waiting until now to ask me." If Aya's claws were long enough in dragon form, she would have covered her face with them already.

"No worries, do you have a plan or not, Aya?" Tiran's face turned red, and she angrily knocked on Aya's scales.

"No plan, but I can prepare a big magic spell." Aya answered, "There's an ancient dragon language magic that I learned from my predecessors. I've been wanting to try it."

"Is it powerful?"

"Definitely, but it takes some time to prepare. If we're lucky, it can instantly defeat a ninth-level opponent."

"Good enough. You go prepare, and I'll confront her head-on."

They quickly exchanged their thoughts through their contract. Tiran spread her ice crystal wings again and wielded her swords, charging towards the rapidly approaching Angel. Meanwhile, Aya transformed back into her human form and descended towards the forest below, starting to softly chant in the ancient dragon language.

At the same time, the battle in the sky officially began.

On one side was the relentless pursuit of the Angel, on the other side was the silver battle maiden who refused to be killed. There was no room for compromise. Tiran had no confidence in persuading the Angel to give up judgment in a short time with her excellent eloquence... no, her persuasion skills. So, there was no need for any verbal strategy, just fight!

The holy sword in Angel's hand directly blocked Tiran's dual swords, but it was knocked down more than ten meters by the tremendous force.

Adjusting her wings to stabilize her body, Tiran instinctively wanted to use the rules of space to restrict Tiran's movements, but she found that the laws of this small world were completely beyond her comprehension.

"A realm of gods?" Angel murmured in astonishment. A trace of confusion appeared in her golden eyes briefly, hidden under the cover of holy light, but it soon regained clarity.

Whether or not she could use the Holy Rank rules, judgment must be executed!

With her lips slightly parted, Angel uttered two short syllables. Around her, dozens of light portals lit up one after another, and countless weapons shot towards Tiran with golden streams of light.

Instead of retreating, Tiran moved forward, rushing towards the meteors. The blades of her enchanted short swords, powered by Chi, quickly extended into ice blue light blades, each forming giant sword edges more than two meters long.

Starburst Abandonment Slash!

Swinging her weapons, which had turned into huge swords, like wheels, it may seem like chaotic swings, but in reality... it was still chaotic swings. However, due to the powerful force and the manipulation of Chi, the chaotic swings reached a state of invincibility. The two sword blades formed a shield in front of Tiran, deflecting all the meteors shot from Angel's arsenal.

How is this possible?!!!

Angel's pupils constricted. Clearly, when she was in the capital city, the target of her judgment was running around frantically, and in the end, she had to use her not-so-proficient Holy Rank power to barely deal with it. Could her power have risen so much in such a short time?

Tiran also sensed something was wrong. Hey, could it be that unintentionally, she leveled up again?

She quickly understood the reason. It wasn't that she had become stronger, it was that her opponent had become weaker.

Although the meteors were still shining, the force on them was more than ten percent weaker than in the capital city. Could it be that The Realm of the World Tree not only suppressed Holy Rank power but also had a similar effect on power from other gods?

Regardless, what mattered was that it was advantageous to her.

Tiran became excited, increasing the strength of her grip on the swords. Soon, she broke through the approaching meteor shower and closed in on Angel.

Just as the sword edges were about to land on Angel, a strong sense of unease arose in Tiran's heart. In the next moment, two golden lightning bolts as thick as water buckets struck her from above, shattering her ice crystal wings and causing her to fall into the forest below.

Seeing Tiran's figure disappear into the forest, Angel let out a gentle sigh and once again raised her holy sword, summoning down the divine punishment thunder to the spot where Tiran fell.

The golden thunderous prison turned all the trees and animals in that area into ashes, igniting a forest fire in the process. Thick smoke rose up like a towering black pillar.

"The divine punishment thunder..." Angel wasn't satisfied with the power of the divine punishment thunder. If they were outside, the intensity and density of the divine punishment thunder could at least double. It seemed that there was indeed suppression on the power from the goddess here.

...

"What on earth is that?"

The three members of the dragon slaying team who were hidden in the dense forest and looking up at the sky were drenched in cold sweat. It wasn't because they were afraid of the guy's power, but rather the overwhelmingly holy aura emanating from him.

"Even the Pope in the Holy City can't summon such pure holy light, right?" The old mage swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Also, that person who was fighting against her seems a bit familiar... It looks like the Silver Battle Maiden?" Justin whispered, "I have an impression of those ice crystal wings, but why would they be here..."

"Hey, old man, let's go..."

Just as they were speaking, the two men who went to retrieve the core finally returned. However, when they looked up, they saw a celestial battle happening in the sky and were completely stunned.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us now. Let's retreat once we have the core. Get closer together, I'm going to activate the teleportation device." The old mage shook his head. Their team no longer had much fighting power, and it was too dangerous to stay near the World Tree. Who knows if the battle above would attract other overlords? If another one were to come, they would all have to stay and face the consequences.

"Hey? Are we just going to leave like this? There should still be some good things on the tree spirit."

"Is money more important or is life more important? As long as we've got the most important thing, it's enough. Or do you want to go up there and join the fun?" The old mage glanced at the football-sized, sparkling and translucent crystal that Lance was holding and, after confirming its authenticity, activated the teleportation device in his hand.

After a flash of white light, the five figures disappeared within the World Tree.