The Emperor's Death (3)

Frozen Earth Territory.

Ryan was suddenly struck full in the chest by a transparent, palm-sized dragon. The newborn Dragon Spirit searched his body for the Spirituality Panel, but ultimately found nothing.

"What happened?"

Ryan looked at the transparent Dragon Spirit, which seemed utterly flustered. After frantically searching for a while, it gradually calmed down, then the next instant, the Dragon Spirit plunged directly into Ryan's brow.

His soul suddenly turned cool and clear. Immediately afterward, an incomparably ancient, savage, majestic, and vast aura erupted from his body.

At the same time, he gained a new perspective—not one belonging to humans. A dragon's gaze stood level with the heavens. He no longer needed to look up; merely gazing calmly toward the South, he could see that terrifying, profound darkness.

"Demon Dragon."

Ryan murmured softly. It was not human speech, but the essence of dragon civilization.

The terrifying race of dragons possessed three Great Beings: the Dragon God, the Demon Dragon, and the Dragon Emperor. Ryan had not expected the Demon Dragon that had departed from Nidhogg to appear above the Imperial Capital.

And...

He looked southward and caught the terrifying killing intent released by the Demon Dragon. It was the breath of a Great Being.

In Ryan's vision, the sky above the Imperial Capital instantly dimmed. The sun's radiance was blocked outside, while the Demon Dragon's head emerging from the pitch-black vortex opened its gaping maw. A beam of darkness descended from the heavens, sweeping down toward the Grand Cathedral of Light.

Countless people raised their heads, staring in shock and terror at the dreadful power overhead. Among the hundreds of thousands of Imperial Capital citizens, horrifying mutations even appeared across their bodies. Their flesh twisted and warped.

They were too close to a Great Being.

An enraged roar rang through