The Final Heart

"Let me go! You ignorant blasphemer—"

Tiamat struggled with all her might. Her colossal dragon body twisted through the sky, her incomparably powerful strength making space tremble and sending ripples outward, yet she still could not completely break free from Keosius's restraints.

Keosius swung down his dragon claw, and a golden spear descended from the heavens. Like Divine Punishment, it pierced through Tiamat's back and emerged from her chest. Blood infused with evil divine power sprayed through the air, corroding the earth.

Riiip!

Riiip! Riiip!

Immediately afterward, hundreds of golden spears thrust out from the void, punching countless bloody holes through Tiamat's body.

At that moment, she was like a criminal on the gallows, nailed high in the sky and unable to move. Blood alone gushed endlessly from her body, while beneath her, the ground had been corroded into a hideous fissure filled with poisonous smoke.

"You have lost, Tiamat."

Keosius gazed at the Three-headed Great Dragon before him and said calmly, "Leave this body here, and I can let you go. You do not want your divine kingdom to be destroyed by the gods either, do you?"

"Keosius, you are wrong."

Tiamat gave a miserable laugh, casting a crazed, hate-filled gaze toward Keosius in the distance. Her sharp teeth clenched tightly, and she wished she could tear him to pieces.

"The gifts bestowed by fate have always had their price marked in secret. You are nothing more than a pawn."

Keosius frowned and said coldly, "Her Majesty Tiamat, you have far too much nonsense to say. Please do not test my patience."

"Keosius—"

The sound of flesh tearing apart resounded through the sky. Tiamat ignored the golden spears embedded in her body and forcibly twisted herself. Great sheets of flesh and skin ripped away, exposing bloody organs and stark