Amid the radiance and divine aura, an incarnation of light stepped out from the imposing statue of Pantheon deep within the altar.
His figure was exactly identical to the statue of the God of War, the incarnation of strength and defense!
With a slight lift of his hand, his entire body, blazing with light, floated into the sky.
Below him stood devout, fervent believers.
And dragon bloodlines at a loss, unable to contain themselves.
His identity was obvious.
He was Pantheon himself, the one whom the humans of the Canghuang Continent worshipped and prayed to devoutly every day, the one they had called for countless times before he finally appeared!
Muttered prayers echoed through every corner of the town, gathering into a dense torrent of sacred chants that seemed all the more mysterious beneath the divine radiance!
Pantheon carried the Divine Sword of Light on his back and wore the Shield of the Gods at his waist. His face was brilliant yet indistinct, making no one dare look directly at him.
His body of light looked down upon the trembling dragon bloodlines.
Majestic.
Indifferent.
"Who gave you the knees to stand before a god without kneeling?"
Pop! Pop! Pop!
The iron-like knees of the three noble dragonkin, already plunged into endless terror, suddenly burst into bloody blossoms as flesh and bone exploded!
Thud!
The three of them fell to their knees uncontrollably.
Dragonkin Kikoada trembled. "I-I am Dragon's Chosen. I-I beg the god Pantheon to spare... spare my life..."
The female dragonkin also trembled from the agony of her shattered kneecaps and said fearfully, "Please, Pantheon, f-for the Dragon God's sake, forgive us our mortal sins!"
Pantheon tilted his head slightly, seemingly puzzled. "Dragon God? What god would protect such lowly beasts? I... have never heard of him. Is he