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Boom!
Amid a thunderous crash, Glorious Castle, born from twisted reality upon the frozen plain, collapsed with a roar.
Along with the billowing dust, the ruins were littered with chunks of evil dragon flesh: giant dragon wings hanging like rags, broken curved horns, dragon scales like wicked coins, and shattered, flattened Abel's Faces.
Bang.
The final enormous head struck the ground. Before the descended Abel died, he still tried to mock Olga.
His rage-filled roar echoed throughout the ruins.
"Pathetic Olga, you can never kill me. You're nothing but a pitiful wretch I discarded after playing with you. At this very moment, the great Abel... is mating and breeding with billions of Mothers of Dragons in the Twisted Dragon Realm. Billions of dragon offspring are being born... Want to join us? Hahaha, you're unworthy."
This new god, Abel Nightroad, vividly demonstrated to Tang Qi exactly what a scumbag would look like if he successfully ascended to godhood.
The dignity and self-cultivation of a Myriad Spirits Level being?
At least where Abel was concerned, such things did not exist.
Unfortunately, Olga was no longer the naïve princess she once had been.
Facing the scumbag's mockery, Olga, sacred as a dragon maiden, held the Sword of Vengeance as her pale golden hair flew in the wind. She did not even blink. She merely took a step forward.
Bang!
With a dull sound, Abel's Face was completely smashed apart.
Olga's final words burrowed deep into the mind of Abel, whose will had been released back into the Twisted Dragon Realm.
"For every child you bear, I will slaughter one, until I break into your divine kingdom and... kill you before your billions of offspring."
After fearlessly voicing her oath to slaughter a god, Olga Nikolaevna—now