The Golden Two-Headed Dragon suddenly descended onto the square, shocking all the Half-Dragons—though there was even more delight than shock. Almost instantly, every citizen who heard the news gathered here, including the ordinary dragons flying about above the city, hauling stones and doing other heavy labor. In mere moments, the square was packed solid. Looking out over the dark mass of people, it was practically a sea of heads, dotted with dragons like isolated islands in the ocean. After watching for a while, someone finally shouted:
"The Goddess has come!"
And then their goddess was frightened—Lin was currently craning her neck and standing on tiptoe, trying to find somewhere to put her feet. This careless girl had not noticed her surroundings at all. Startled by the sudden commotion, she shuddered, and her left head swept sideways, landing a direct hit on her own statue. A tremendous crashing sound rang out, and dust immediately filled the area, carrying the smell of dirt and shattered stone. When the dust settled, I saw Lin staring blankly at her own statue. Only two enormous claws remained on the pedestal; its head, wings, and body had shattered into countless pieces scattered everywhere. If Yiersen had not reacted quickly enough to block much of the flying rubble with a Holy Shield, I figured this freakishly strong girl could have scattered her own statue two hundred miles away with that one headbutt.
Naturally, the scene was not without heavy casualties...
"This is the first time in my life I've seen someone tear down her own statue so efficiently," Viska said, folding her arms and clicking her tongue in amazement. Her expression was spectacular. "Ding Dang may not be all that bright, but she somehow brought up a whole team even more idiotic than I am."
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