Chapter 511

"Alright." The Flame-Chaser nodded and stood up, each step covering a kilometer, leaving behind a pair of burning footprints.

He passed through the shattered Dragon City and saw hundreds of dragons sleeping in the deep sea, even ignoring the Sea Demon swimming by.

Except for the occasional lucky one who manages to escape the Eye of the Abyss, most will be crushed by the surrounding tides, or simply pulled back by the golden chains.

The dragons are just slacking off, no wonder the Abyss Fortress is encountering more and more escaped Sea Demon. But if you stand in this Dragon City and look up, you'll only feel a chill down your spine.

Tens of thousands of golden chains swayed, each one stretched to its Limit, binding bizarre Sea Demon. The dragons didn't bother with them. The Sea Demon had a chance to escape, but they couldn't even get out of the Eye of the Abyss.

"A futile struggle; there is no fairness in the world."

The Flame-Chaser lowered his head; all the chains were linked to a trident, the artifact of the Tido, God of the Sea, which was about a thousand meters long and nailed to the center of Dragon City like a pillar supporting the sky.

This place was once the temple of the dragon race, the square of the dragon god, but it has become the center of a prison, both cruel and blasphemous.

Beside the trident were some enormous figures, similar to the dragons from before, all with slender bodies, but the one in the center had three dragon heads.

The current Dragon King, Minatilis.

Its body is covered in jet-black scales, and its three heads respectively control authority, power, and fear. Beside it are three two-headed dragons, with white, red, and purple scales respectively. This is the second level under the pyramid, the three dragon generals under the king.

These four dragons seem to be of a different species from other dragons. Their most distinctive feature is their enormous wings, but there is obviously nowhere to soar in the deep sea.

The Flame-Chaser were not interested; no matter how strong they were, they were still prisoners. They had fought desperately against the Sea Demon and had researched countless ways to escape.

But without the mercy of the Divine Race and without finding an opportunity, they eventually gave up and simply gave up.

He was more curious about a short figure who exuded a completely different aura.

Gods?

This is a rare occurrence. The gods haven't come to the Eye of the Abyss for a long time. Although there's no immediate threat to their lives, no one likes to be in a hostile environment. Who knows if these resentful dragons will lower their defenses and use the Sea Demon to Godslaying?

"Flame-Chaser, this is 'Shadow God' Morgas!" one of the Dragon King's heads roared, shaking the water.

The Flame-Chaser remained silent, turned his head to look, and found that the newcomer was handsome, with black hair like a waterfall, but had a pair of long, narrow horns and pointed ears.

Demons becoming gods?

While communication is restricted in the deep sea, it is not entirely ignorant of the outside world. The Great Hunt has been underway for ten years, and they roughly know that the Divine Race have gone mad and begun to disrupt the order they established.

The dragons don't know, nor do they want to know, the reason, but as long as the Divine Race are thrown into chaos, the opportunity will come.

But this person...

That's strange.

The Flame-Chaser squinted, scrutinizing the other person repeatedly, which was very impolite.

"Your Excellency." Morgas nodded slightly, his voice gentle, and recounted the recent events, which were roughly what the dragons knew.

The Great Hunt indiscriminately hunts down demons everywhere. The demons, being gods themselves, will surely rebel, and Morgas is here precisely to cooperate.

"No, the Sky God has been too lenient with you." The Flame-Chaser, unfamiliar with pleasantries, asked immediately.

"It's not about letting things go unchecked. In fact, it took me a lot of effort to get to the Eye of the Abyss. Gods cannot be enemies; that's an ironclad law." The black-haired man remained calm, shaking his head. "This law may not be reliable, but right now He doesn't have the resources to deal with us."

"You want to cooperate with the dragons to fight against them?"

"Yes."

"How can we cooperate? You can escape, but the dragons can't. If we attract the enemy, we'll all be wiped out."

The dozen or so dragons turned their heads; this was the real problem. As the saying goes, "You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple." They couldn't even run away from the temple.

Putting up and giving up is the biggest form of protest.

"I know, but in order to resist, we need the power of the dragons, and I will not involve the dragons, at least not now."

"You want us to turn a blind eye?" The Dragon King lowered its massive head. It wanted freedom but didn't want to take any risks, and immediately understood what this guy was up to.

Sea Demon are their kind, and their power is more complete.

"No, the contract is for the dragons to guard the Sea Demon. If they escape, the dragons will be implicated. Besides, they can't escape in large numbers."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty Minatilis, the conflict has reached a critical point. All demons, all gods born of demons, will rise up together and turn this world upside down." Morgas roared, with a sense of tragic helplessness.

"The dragons can remain spectators. The greater the losses suffered by the Divine Race, the more they will need you. That's when we can negotiate terms."

There's some truth to that. Let the demons cause trouble, let them fight amongst themselves. As long as the chaos gets big enough, who will dare to hold them accountable for their negligence? If things get even more outrageous, they might even demand that the dragons join in suppressing the rebellion.

We can discuss the terms later. Anyway, the dragons don't want much, just to get out of this hellhole. It would be best if Sea Demon were killed too, so we wouldn't have to go to jail together later.

"Why should we reap the benefits while you bear the risks? Is there really such a good deal in the world?"

"I don't want this either, but if this continues, the demon race will be wiped out." Morgas sighed helplessly, "The demon race is scattered and filled with lackeys of the Divine Race. They don't have much power to resist anymore. The Sea Demon are necessary. I can't possibly be your enemy and forcibly liberate them."

That makes even more sense. They're already at a disadvantage against a stronger opponent; adding the dragons would be suicide.

It's a foolish, but also helpless, plan. If the demons don't fight now, they won't even have the resources to fight later. The best part is that the dragons don't have to do anything; they can just sit back and reap the benefits.

"Alright, I admit your helplessness. The dragons don't want to get involved in your feud either." The Dragon King raised his claws, scratching his head and making a rustling sound as he scraped his black scales. "But how can you do that? Sending out a few small fry won't cause any trouble, and it will only expose the plan. They will definitely come to investigate. With the Demon-Hunting Army in command, I dare not play any tricks. I'll be the first to betray you."

"I understand your responsibility, but please rest assured, we have been preparing for this for years, how could we be completely without confidence?"

Morgas opened his hand and pulled out a golden key with a trident pattern on it, but this simple thing caused a great tremor in the sea.

All the dragons opened their eyes, and the Dragon King instantly appeared before Morgas, as if to swallow him whole.

"The Ocean Key, where did you get that?!"

"Yes, this is a key personally crafted by Tido. It can unlock the Eye of the Abyss. Please don't get excited. There's only one. It can't completely unlock the Eye of the Abyss; it can only weaken the restraint." Morgas didn't answer how he obtained it; that must be top secret. He pressed his hands down.

"Unlocking the Eye of the Abyss requires a pair of Ocean Key. I can obtain one, and I can obtain the other, but I ask you, do you dare let me open it?"

The Dragon King fell silent. Trapped in the deep sea, facing the corrosive Abyss Grade every day, his yearning for freedom was driving him mad.

But they still had basic reason: the dragons had to lie low. The gods' dominant position was unshakeable; if they ran away, they would be doomed.

"If we lose, you won't lose out, because the constraints of the Eye of the Abyss will weaken, and it might actually be broken in a few hundred years. If we win, you won't lose out either, as you'll directly break free of the Eye of the Abyss and gain your freedom. At that time, no one can stop you."

That makes perfect sense; you can't lose money either way.

The demons are weak, but not that weak either. The gods' dominant position will definitely be shaken. The dragons, who have been lying low, can be sold to either help the gods eliminate traitors or help the demons turn against them.

Ideally, we should fight to the death; that would make things even more important for us. Anyway, I'll wait until the situation is clearer before placing my bet.

We've waited a thousand years, what's the rush? But the problem remains—

"You guys are really that kind?"

"We've already said we have no other choice. Do you expect us to just sit here and wait to die like pigs and dogs without resisting?"

"This... it's not that serious." The Dragon King did not doubt Morgas's stance, which was also their best option. Moreover, he was very cunning; taking responsibility for 'inadequate supervision' was the biggest gamble he could take.

If the demons really start causing trouble, the Sky God would have to be out of his mind to create more enemies.

"Let's do it, boss."

"I'm going crazy being stuck here. This is a great opportunity. Even if something goes wrong, we won't bear much responsibility."

"Brother, in my opinion, we should just join forces with the demons. Let's rebel against them!"

"I haven't seen the sky for ten thousand years, can this still be considered a dragon?"

The three two-headed dragons began to stir, causing the sleeping dragons to awaken and join in the commotion. What a great opportunity! Even if the demons failed, the gods would suffer losses, and they could reap the benefits without doing anything.

Leaving aside other considerations, even if the restrictions are reduced a bit, surely a few dragons could escape and catch a glimpse of the sky. Even if they only soar for a second, it would be worth dying for.

The Dragon King was undecided and couldn't find fault with the plan, so he looked at the silent Flame-Chaser not far away and asked, "What do you think?"

The Flame-Chaser reached Revered reputation, did not participate in the trial, and gained even more trust.

There's definitely a problem, but this is Destruction Mission; we can't just stick to the status quo.

He looked at Morgas as if studying his very essence, and uttered only one sentence:

"I've analyzed this before. The Great Hunt is to solve the problem of having too few trial subjects. If we just sit by and watch the demons be wiped out, can't you few be used as trial subjects? Then, will the entire dragon race fight back or just watch?"

This statement is crucial. No one is a fool. Yuki could analyze the essential contradiction, the Dragon Clan could certainly think of it as well.

Yes, the trial rules established by the Great War to resolve the conflict have reached their Limit. The God of the Sky has a reason to go crazy. If the Demon Race is gone, we have to find another target. The Dragon Race is powerful and can be used as trial subjects.

For example, if a dragon is designated to serve under one's command, will it rebel or remain a bystander?

A king is king not only because of his power, but also because he bears the expectations of his people.

"Tell me, what do you want to do? What help do you need from the dragons?"

"You don't need the dragons' help; you just need to sleep."

Ha, have these demons gone completely mad after becoming gods?

The Dragon King could hardly recognize these old comrades and rivals. They were demons, the world-destroying, cruel demons, yet they were so considerate of others.

"Alright, the dragons have no idea what you're doing, but there's still a problem: the Eye of the Abyss still exists. How are these brainless Sea Demon getting out?"

Have you forgotten my priesthood?

The Shadow God, who specifically controls the laws of space.

"I see, I see! You're quite something, you've been planning this day for a long time!"

The Dragon King was overjoyed and looked at Morgas with newfound respect. He knew Morgas had planned this all along. With the Ocean Key weakening the restraints, Morgas could use divine magic to open a spatial passage and secretly bring out the Sea Demon of the Abyss Grade. This was a large army, which would surely be a great surprise to the Divine Race.

Indeed, the more fiercely the dogs fight, the safer the dragons will be—no, the more valuable they will be. Perhaps the Sky God will eventually lend them troops to suppress the bandits, and they can then ask for a replacement gatekeeper. That's not an unreasonable condition, is it?

"Thank you for the compliment. I will inform my companions immediately." Morgas bowed slightly, revealing a black shadow.

This shadow, weightless, merged into the sea, directly opening a spatial passage to unknown coordinates, carrying Morgas's personal message.

"Tell His Majesty, the plan is progressing smoothly."

While the deep sea currents surged, Yuki was still enjoying the scenery in the northern mountains.

The mountain range acts like a giant wall separating the continent, blocking out all the cold air. Standing on the mountain, one can see a magnificent view.

The north is a vast, desolate land, covered in snow, while the south slope is full of life, with an endless plain stretching to the horizon. Unfortunately, there is no smoke from cooking fires or villages in sight.

"Oh dear, most of the demons have actually regained their sanity. These humans are really something, just hiding in their city-states and refusing to come out."

Shan Jing skipped and hopped over, looking quite comical.

"Perhaps the scars left by the Great War were too deep. I've read the documents; the Demon Race did indeed cause quite a ruckus."

"Those are all old grudges. I'll live to be at most five hundred years old, why should I take the blame?" The Snow Demon began to complain again, then changed the subject, placing his hands, which resembled tree branches, on his hips. "Of course, I'm still young now, after all, I'm the most handsome Snow Demon."

You're handsome?

Yuki at it; its button-like black eyes and round, white body made it so perfect that it wouldn't even need makeup to be the mascot for Mixue Ice Cream.

Five hundred years is not a short time.

"The Snow Demon used to have an infinite lifespan."

Yuki immediately turned his head, making Snow Demon feel a little guilty, and he quickly explained.

"Well, many demons have migrated so many times that they can't remember anymore, but the Snow Demon have always stayed in the Northern Territory without being disturbed, and they can still pass on the secrets by word of mouth. My dad even told me about the 'Demon Era' and the 'Dragon Era'."

Yuki's expression became even more focused. These legends were almost extinct, and to outsiders, it would just seem like the Snow Demon was bragging, but Yuki was different.

The decisive force in conquering Race Game is the seemingly insignificant Insect Race.

"Speak freely, without thinking, just repeat your father's exact words to me."

Shan Jing complied. In fact, it only knew a few terms. Assuming a lifespan of five hundred years, there had been dozens of Snow Clan Great Demons over ten thousand years. If each one forgot a single term, many details would be lost.

This is because the Snow Demon is solitary and has no natural enemies. If it were any other demon, it might perish in a single battle, and these things would be buried by time.

The Dragon Era doesn't say much, it's mostly about the past when ancient dragons roamed freely.

The Demon Era is, after all, related to the Snow Demon. To elaborate a bit, it's roughly about a time when the demon race controlled the world and had infinite lifespans. Originally, there were no Divine Race; these gods suddenly appeared, grew powerful, usurped the rules, ascended to godhood, and then used a Great War to completely end the demon race's rule.

It's a very logical story; Yuki seems to be able to imagine a group of geniuses rising from slavery to the top.

That's interesting. There were no gods before, only demons and gods, and the demons controlled all the rules. Then a group of people rebelled and kicked them off their thrones.

Yuki doesn't doubt the story's authenticity because of a very interesting little detail.

These myths, which cannot be recorded and would disappear regardless of the medium used, happen to match the myths that Mebius found.

Legend has it that the God of Civilization has one duty: to oversee all inheritances in the world. And the only things that can be passed down through civilization are language and writing. As for why the Snow Demon is passed down from generation to generation by the clan chief, the reasoning is quite simple.

The demon race is structured around a group or bloodline, forming a tribe. For example, the Snow Demon tribe consists entirely of Snow Demon. Therefore, it can be inferred that the Snow Demon might also be a pantheon, with their leader being a demon god.

"Only the truth needs to be covered up, and there are unexpected gains." Yuki's gaze softened as he looked at Shan Jing, causing the latter to cross her small hands over her chest.