The Hellflame arrow exploded in the still-open mouth of the dragon, and for the second time, the dragon’s mouth was burnt. However, unlike the dragon breath, it was not resistant to the heat of the hellflame, named as such due to its temperatures that even matched the judgment of the underworld. The dragon made a reflexive attempt to close its jaws and reel back, but before it could move even an inch, the leviathan crashed down on it like a meteor carrying the rage of the cosmos!
With the weight of such a colossus impacting the ground, the dragon was immediately flattened. The spiderwebs on the ground that had first formed from the increased weight of the dragon now extended out kilometers farther into the battlefield, and a plume of dust the size of the two mountain sized beings raced out radially. The dragon, despite finding the artificial gravity to have worn off, was left temporarily stunned under the weight of the leviathan, and Noah the leviathan seized the carefully orchestrated chance to coil his snake like body around the dragon then rapidly jump and slap the ground with his tail, leaping the two away from the two still immobile armies. At the peak of the jump, Noah uncoiled the dragon while transferring the momentum of the leap to the dragon. As a result, the titan was launched away into the Demonic Forest!
At this development, the distance from the dragon was sufficient for the armies of human and monster to no longer be immobilized by the dragon’s pressure, and control over their body was returned to them. Across the battlefield, mass swathes of humans immediately fell to their knees in a wave and monsters collapsed onto whatever limbs they possessed, starting with those closest to the dragon.
Noah then went still, while Evan, who fell onto him from the sky after setting off the final grand magic circle that followed that of the hellflame arrow, began running around while weaving his strings all around Noah. Following the launch, the dragon that came to its senses the moment it touched the ground came to a halt, turned to face the stationary leviathan, then roared in indignation to the skies while unfolding its wings. To a bystander on the ground, the wings of the towering mighty dragon would have looked like curtains large enough to block out the sun. The dragon then powerfully leapt, taking to the skies in a powerful flap of its wings while casting its great shadow over the lands as it did.
A Cyclops with an eye that could see through the essence of magic would have spotted the hover enchantment on the wings of the dragon. This enchantment was necessary since dragons were heavy enough to cause tsunamis just by landing in bodies of water close to a coastal region, and could not fly just by the uplift from their wings, despite the size of them.
With just that one flap, the dragon soared a couple hundred meters in the air, then looked down with another dragon breath ready to go. However, the dragon that expected to see an unmoving easy target found itself face to face with the great scaled serpent of the seas right in front of it. The dragon had been unable to decipher the intent of Evan’s threads over Noah, and hence had not anticipated the serpent to take to the skies like itself despite not having wings! After all, the thin threads did not look at all capable of launching a colossus hundred of meters in the air, and it was close to the realm of impossibility for a mere human to be able to set such a catapult up in a matter of half a minute!
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With a swift backflip of the deity of the seas, its powerful tail swatted the dragon to the ground like a fly, denying it both its advantage of its domain in the skies as well a full-powered launch of its powerful dragon breath! As the dragon was rocketed backwards while it fell, Evan grasped all strings currently wrapped around the leviathan connected to his fingertips while he raised both his arms. Like a conductor to a symphony, Evan surged a powerful wave of mana through them and simultaneously brought both arms down. Like a marionette, the leviathan, usually helpless when not in the sea darted after the dragon, the strings that were kilometers long forcefully accelerating it.
With another tail smash, the dragon that landed and cracked the ground with its landing was hammered into the ground.
More of Evan’s fingers moved and more mana surged into the strings of the marionette leviathan.
The leviathan marionette followed the movements of the strings faithfully. It wrapped around the dragon and begun to squeeze like a spinning circular spring. The dark-green scales of the leviathan fiercely rubbed and strained against the scales of the black dragon, and even when the green scales began to crack under the pressure, the great serpent was unrelenting, disregarding its own injuries. Even if the dragon had scales that could withstand this strength, its internals could not. If this were to continue, the deity of the seas would end the deity of the skies, on land.
Such strength could not come from just the marionetting from Evan. Though the string that Evan was currently using was a composite made from an dryad-arachne form that gave rise to a new dimension of tensile strength, such strength did nothing to contribute to the strength that could be exerted on external objects by Evan, the wielder. Certainly, when used in tandem with mana, Evan could puppet even leviathans, however, to do so required large bursts of mana and required the ‘cooperation’ of the beast. He would find himself incapable of summoning the strength to puppeteer an actual mountain, even though a mountain was roughly equivalent in weight to a leviathan. To crush a dragon with his strings was definitely not possible. However, by placing the leviathan in a position such that its lack of mobility outside of a body of water made no difference in the power the leviathan could exert, such as wrapping it around the dragon, Evan was able to orchestrate the death of the dragon.
Such a feat was truly divine.
A bystander who was observing the fight could only agree to the grandeur of what Evan had just accomplished. After all, despite the majesty of the two deities, the eyes of the bystander would be drawn to the man who stood with his arms spread outwards, with fingers curled and occasionally twitching. The veins in his arms bulged with the effort he exerted to contribute to the crushing of the dragon.
Before him, a dense, whirling sea of strings dwarfed the two titans and touched the clouds, extending out as far as the eye could see. In the light of the dim twilight sun, his domineering figure was incomparably more majestic.
This was Evan, the weaver who dared to puppet even deities.