"I feel like I've seen that Black Divine Dragon somewhere before!" Roland looked up at the enormous divine dragon coiling in deep space. Its gleaming scales gave off a cold, metallic sheen, and a sudden sense of familiarity rose in his heart.
"Hello, Miss Dragon God!"
Marcarita stood facing the wind, the violent pressure whipping through her silver-gray hair. A smile rested on her lovely face, calm and unruffled, as if she could not feel the other party's pressure at all.
The Black Divine Dragon that had crossed dimensions was none other than Gabu. She could have used Divine Shift to transfer directly to the scene where the Demon Seed had appeared, but instead she had slammed headfirst into a sealed stretch of starry sky, seeing stars from the impact as her temper flared.
Hearing Marcarita's gentle, calm voice, Gabu came back to herself. Her enormous dragon eyes studied the ant-sized figures below, and at last she clearly saw Marcarita holding the Angel Staff among them.
"Ah, it's Miss Angel!"
Gabu recognized Marcarita's identity from her attire and the ring around her neck, and her attitude immediately became humble. Angels were Fifth-Level Sequence existences, equivalent in rank to full-fledged Dragon Gods, one level higher than an Apprentice Dragon God like her.
Since an angel of the Zeno Inner Realm was here, then this universe's God of Destruction should be here as well.
She lowered her head and looked, and sure enough, she saw the Clown God of Destruction whose face was covered in heavy makeup.
Tch, this God of Destruction was small and ugly, not even as big as her fingernail.
"Huh, the person beside her looks kind of familiar!" Gabu blinked, her gaze falling on Roland, who stood nearby with deep crimson hair. The familiar godly aura made her