The cunning Demon Dragon King knew that these disciples personally taught by the gods, these first-generation believers of the gods, still possessed human flesh, but their power was no different from that of certain weaker gods. Just like the Church's many Primal Patriarchs—those old monsters who bore "God" as their surname—their bodies had aged and decayed to the utmost limit, yet their souls were incomparably powerful, already capable of wielding a portion of divine might.
"Let me go!" Diogo howled hoarsely in terror. As a Demon Dragon King symbolizing chaos and evil, falling into the hands of these god-botherers, the best possible outcome would be having his tendons ripped out and skin flayed. Some of the choicest parts of his body would probably even end up stewed in a pot by these old fellows to nourish their bodies.
Harlan Gardi had said it himself: the Grassland God's mount, Wood Spirit, lacked a physical body and needed one!
The Grassland God's mount had been renowned during the Primordial God War. It was a mutated green giant dragon possessing the sixfold attributes of wood, wind, poison, lightning, torrential rain, and hail—a peerlessly formidable savage beast. During the god war, the Wood Spirit Dragon's body had been utterly destroyed, and only a clump of divine soul had escaped!
The bodies of ordinary dragons simply could not bear the soul of the six-attributed Wood Spirit Dragon. But Diogo had three heads! Compared to ordinary dragons, a three-headed Demon Dragon King was undoubtedly far more suitable for the Wood Spirit Dragon's possession. Moreover, Diogo knew that, neither quite dead nor alive, he had actually grown six heads. He had merely hidden three of them away. For the Wood Spirit Dragon to seize his body was the most fitting choice imaginable.
"Let me go!" Diogo roared