Chapter 530
Yuki landed on the seabed and looked up to see a huge, chaotic cloud. Thousands of meters above, countless Sea Demon surged past. Who would care about a tiny individual outside the battlefield?
The Conceptual Craft Essence costs money, and within two hours, Yuki will be forgotten by the world. However, as a degraded product of Adolescence Syndrome, it is obviously not as useful as the senior.
"To cross this strait as an ordinary person."
Several stray bullets exploded not far away, the flying debris clanging against the armor. The entire Abyss Fortress army had been mobilized just to cover him, and even Isaac was there to prevent him from being remembered.
Stray bullets rained down, exploding everywhere. Yuki had no defenses, and any Transcendental Grade skill would weaken the effect of his Mystic Code. He took a deep breath and stepped toward the Eye of the Abyss at the end, but after only a few steps, he suddenly received a message from Kalpas.
"We've made progress on what you asked us to investigate: the Chaos Furnace Flame really does exist."
"Why?"
Minatilis awoke, its three dragon heads and six dragon eyes utterly bewildered.
He had only taken a short nap; how had things turned out this way? Looking out through the protective barrier, he saw a massive battlefield. The golden-armored warriors looked familiar—weren't they the warriors of Abyss Fortress?
Has the God of the Sky gone mad?
This was His first thought. Even if the demons caused a huge incident, they should at least send someone to ask about it. He had already prepared a perfect excuse to shirk responsibility.
Without investigation or questioning, they launched a full-scale attack on the city. Did they think they didn't have enough enemies already?
A moment later, the dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, and it saw the giant dragon rolling in the Abyss Fortress army formation, and immediately understood.
"Damn it, are you guys insane?"
The three heads all looked at 'Lava King' Kalaris, while the remaining two dragon generals also bared their teeth; the Abyss Grade corruption wasn't enough to turn them into idiots.
We agreed to all remain in slumber, pretending we knew nothing, but Kalaris had already allied with the demons and secretly awakened. Isn't this dragging everyone down with him?
"Your Majesty, gentlemen, I'm not stupid. This is our only chance to regain our freedom." Kalaris faced them calmly, even though his comrades wanted nothing more than to devour him alive. "The demons are far more powerful than we imagined. This time, we will not only regain our freedom, but also take our revenge."
"Nonsense! The demons are incredibly cunning. They and these Sea Demons are not worthy of challenging the Divine Race." The blue-scaled dragon shook its head vigorously, having guarded the land for millennia. It knew all too well the true nature of these Sea Demons.
Stirring up trouble and causing chaos in the world is possible, but it's far from enough to overthrow the Heavenly Gang. One finger is an exaggeration, but the Divine Race could definitely crush them with one hand.
"Has the Abyss Grade really turned the great dragon race into frogs in a well?" Kalaris shook his head. In the blink of an eye, a huge dragon head was in front of him, its sharp teeth almost swallowing him whole.
"That's the truth. We did a better job than you think." Morgas stepped in front, nodded to the tense demon god in the distance, and with a ripple in the air, a crystal image appeared before them.
This was the authority of the 'God of Records', and the result stunned the three-headed dragon, whose enormous head shrank back.
The City of Gods has lost its former glory; the dozens of collapsed temples have left it in ruins, much like the underwater ruins.
Minatilis repeatedly confirmed that this was an authentic record, his three heads bobbing back and forth as he listened to the narration, somewhat doubting the existence of dragons.
"In just one month, the Divine Race has suffered heavy losses, and the five main gods have fallen into slumber. Am I insane, or are you all insane?"
The seemingly unbreakable dominance has truly been shaken. Surely the Divine Race didn't destroy the temple themselves just to deceive the dragons? At this critical moment, why haven't the five main gods taken action? Have they gone mad from sleep?
And those Fox Demons, when did they become so powerful? They killed twenty gods in one battle, it sounds like a myth.
"That's not right. Even if the Divine Race have forgotten how to fight after ten thousand years, with the six main gods still around, how could they have fallen to this state?" The white dragon shook its head, then suddenly thought of an explanation, "The problem lies with them themselves. Otherwise, even if they put a pig in charge, they wouldn't have fought so badly!"
"If they don't cause any problems, would I dare to rebel?" Morgas interjected, bowing to the Dragon King: "We have been preparing for this moment for thousands of years. Lord Kalaris is not a fool. He acted first and informed us later because he saw that the demons had a chance of winning. Also, don't you think the problems the Divine Race are facing now look somewhat familiar?"
Hmm, this does look somewhat familiar.
The Dragon King looked thoughtful. As one of the few Survivors from the previous era, he had witnessed the rise of the Divine Race firsthand.
The combined forces of gods and humans weren't particularly strong; the Demon King back then had the opportunity to nip this threat in the bud. The dragon race, however, continues its current policy of opportunism, hoping to side with the victor.
But who knows what happened? The originally incomparably powerful demon race made one blunder after another, and the balance of victory was abruptly reversed.
"Has the cycle of Destiny come full circle again?"
"Isn't it true?" Morgas smiled and said loudly, "Ten thousand years is the time it takes for the order created by the gods to come to an end. Their failure is inevitable. It all depends on who can become the 'god' of the new era."
These words were quite inspiring, and both the white dragon and the blue dragon were moved. If this was the inevitability of Destiny, then it might really be possible to succeed. After all, there was a precedent ten thousand years ago, and thinking back, it was somewhat similar to the demon race back then.
The same order collapsed, the same hegemony fell.
"No." Unexpectedly, the Dragon King shook his head.
"Why?" This time, not only Kalaris, but the other two dragons also found it hard to understand.
"Because of a secret, a secret that only the Dragon King can know, the collapse of order does not necessarily mean rebirth, but may also mean destruction." The three dragon heads looked at Morgas together, their eyes strange.
"My lifespan is nearing its end, and my mind is being corrupted by the Abyss Grade, but there are some things I haven't forgotten. In that final battle ten thousand years ago, almost all the participants perished, but I inherited the soul of the king and left behind some fragments of memories."
"That demon king is waiting for the final battle. He wants all the demon gods involved to perish, to change the world, to bury the rules with war, and to let order return to Chaos Grade. In the end, the six main gods will stop him. You said it looked familiar, and when I was thinking about it, I suddenly realized that it did look familiar."
"The Sky God led alone, his absolute hegemony crumbled in a short time, and he turned a blind eye to the situation, insisting on waging war against the Dragon Clan. It seems he craves not victory, but blood and death. This pattern seems to have happened before?"
Morgas's expression froze for a moment, then he laughed, "You mean the Demon King of yesteryear, now the Supreme God, committed suicide? To relinquish his dominance?"
"I don't know the point of doing this, but there must be benefits. As for what those benefits are," the Dragon King silently looked at the Demon God, "You should know better than I do, guardian of the Chaos Furnace Flame."
After the words were spoken, there was a deathly silence. From Moresa and the others to the Dragon General, no one could understand how things had unfolded.
Shouldn't we be discussing the crumbling house of the Divine Race and whether the Dragons should give it a push? Why are we starting to tell stories? The sheer volume of information leaves everyone unsure of what's true and what's false.
What Chaos Furnace Flame? Never heard of it. And what does this "Final Battle" have to do with the current situation?
"You were not the Dragon King back then."
"That's right. I was very young back then, a young dragon who was spreading his seed everywhere. It was only because all the dragons older than me died that it was my turn to inherit the Dragon King title."
"But you're mistaken. The Chaos Furnace Flame is the Demon King's supreme artifact. It can refine all life within a region, and its destructive power is immense, but it's not enough to destroy the world, nor is there any reason for it to do so."
"It's that simple?"
"Otherwise what? I'm the guardian, how could I not know? Even if, as you say, the six main gods intervened to stop it back then, why repeat the process? From hero to evil dragon?"
This is somewhat strange. If the Demon King wanted to destroy the world for some reason, the six main gods would undoubtedly be the saviors. How could a savior become the Demon King himself?
Is there something wrong with the inherited memories? But this taste is so familiar.
Deeper memories surfaced, scenes from countless millennia ago.
Those were ancient dragons as large as mountains, their wings blotting out the sky. In contrast, there were also enormous Giant and ancient trees that blocked out the sky, but apart from their names, they had all disappeared into history.
The aged Dragon King could not see clearly; the Abyss Grade eroded his memories, and the authority of the God of Civilization interfered across time and space. He could only see pale flames burning the world, merging everything into one.
After an unknown amount of time, the flames finally died down, and the remaining embers were drawn into a crack. On the dark and desolate land, the first dragon was born.
It raised its head and saw the torches burning fiercely in the sky. Beside the torches was a human figure. They were born before the dragons and reigned supreme.
The Dragon King revealed an expression resembling that of someone suffering from dementia. This was a time beyond the reach of memory, a realm beyond the comprehension of knowledge, yet the remnants left behind in that time made Him unable to help but mutter to Himself.
"The furnace of Chaos Grade, the first demon king..."
The difficult and obscure words seemed to contain endless information, but before He could think about them carefully, a sense of alertness came over Him, bringing Him back to His senses.
"Your Majesty Minatilis, at a time when the dragon race faces life and death, you are still reminiscing about events from ten thousand years ago. You are no longer fit to lead the dragon race."
Morgas interrupted His thoughts, and his treasonous words made Minatilis burst out laughing.
In this Eye of the Abyss, you dare to be so forceful? But when it looked to both sides and saw the ferocious Kalaris and the two silent dragon generals, it immediately sensed something was wrong.
All relevant clues have been erased, and apart from Him, who inherited the soul of the Dragon King, He showed no reaction. In their eyes, this was just an old, outdated story whose truth was unknown. What was important now was to resolve the immediate crisis.
"Ten thousand years ago you made the wrong choice, causing us unbearable suffering. I will never let you make the same mistake a second time!" Kalaris transformed into his original form, baring his teeth and the Roar, "You must die! I will inherit the title of the new Dragon King, and this time we will surely win!"
"Kalaris, you are Xiao Wu hundred years younger than me, and it is precisely because of these five hundred years that you do not understand what happened back then. This Morgas is definitely suspicious." Minatilis roared. He had been thinking about these questions for ten thousand years and regretted not saying them sooner.
But it's no use. There can only be one Dragon King. The eldest dragon will inherit the throne when the previous one falls. Without these vague memories, who cares about these old stories?
"I will stop you from making mistakes. Don't forget the Dragon King's authority, which is supreme!"
The dragon head on the left raised its head, opened its mouth, and prepared to awaken the nearly one thousand slumbering dragons. This was the authority of the Dragon King: to slumber the entire race and command obedience; and to awaken the entire race, which would also awaken instantly.
How could Morgas allow Him to summon anyone? He had already prepared a backup plan. A spatial portal opened instantly, engulfing the surrounding area within a thousand meters, and He vanished without a trace in the center of the ruins.
"You dare to make a move!?" Minatilis was furious. Seeing that the white and blue dragon generals remained silent, as if they had lost their ability to judge, he opened his mouth to retaliate. However, before he could even unleash his destructive dragon breath, his dragon blood exploded in the embers.
"And why are you involved? What can Morgas offer you?!"
With its left dragon head almost severed, Minatilis was dizzy and disoriented. It looked at the stranger so close at hand, someone it valued highly because the other was extremely powerful.
Embers burned on the tattered armor. The Flame-Chaser was practically invisible in this instance. While Yuki was busy running around the world, he just stood there in the deep sea, lost in thought.
But at this moment, he held a long halberd, his killing intent fully revealed.
"I really want that thing it's talking about."
This was the Flame-Chaser's answer, leaving the Dragon King puzzled. What did the Chaos Furnace Flame want? It wanted to unify the world. Did this outsider want to use it as the sun?
The Dragon King, of course, didn't know what the meaning of a 'sun' that could cycle endlessly was for a world where the flames were dying and everything was just firewood. Morgas didn't know either, but that didn't prevent them from cooperating.
This stranger was unique; upon first meeting him, the stranger kept scrutinizing him, as if he had seen through the man's true nature. When the dragons were in slumber, the stranger actually sought him out.
His requirements were very simple.
"I want that thing; at least give me a chance to compete."
Morgas couldn't understand how He could see through His own nature, or why He didn't participate in the trials and receive rewards like the other outsiders.
Since He so desires it, there's no harm in giving Him a chance.
All the clues converged at this moment. Minatilis was unaware that He was already on the elimination list, and Morgas had already prepared his reasons.
A powerful outsider, an unfathomable demon god, a mighty dragon general.
"Foolish and ignorant!"
The Dragon King's head was almost severed, leaving only helplessness and rage. No one understood His wisdom, and no one believed His discoveries. No, it was this outsider who knew more.
Crimson lightning formed an impenetrable net as the Dragon King fought off the Flame-Chaser's spiraling spear while the Roar behind him.
"They don't want victory, they want destruction, utter destruction. We are all losers; the Controller behind the scenes are the only winners!"
Kalaris scoffed. The story was too absurd; it was as if the Divine Race had fought so hard just to commit suicide?
"With your army pressing in, we have no time to waste. Abandon your responsibilities; this is our only chance!" Kalaris roared, looking at the other two slightly hesitant dragon generals.
"Kupumias, Reindes, are you two going to stop me? We, the last remnants of this race, are about to reach the end of our lives. Are we just going to let this last chance slip away because of a story? Are we going to wag our tails and beg the Divine Race to spare us like dogs? Are we going to let the great dragon race lose its wings, forget the sky, and be trapped in this deep sea forever!?"
The Dragon King is recounting the past, but what he's saying is the present; the former's veracity is unknown, while the latter is unfolding right now.
The vanguard of the Divine Race has arrived. Are the dragons just going to sit idly by and watch their last resistance be wiped out? Even if the Divine Race are all-knowing and don't conveniently annihilate the dragons, they will definitely tighten the shackles and bind the leash even more tightly.
With the demon god Morgas and his lord destroyed, the Fox Demon of the continent are no longer a threat. Once the Divine Race completely exterminate the demons, who will help the dragons break free of their shackles?
Should we believe in the Dragon King's legacy, or should we believe in the reality before our eyes?
The white dragon and the blue dragon were completely bewildered. The inheritance sounded unbelievable and could not be verified, but in reality, even an idiot could see that the executioner's blade was already at hand, and there was no time to investigate slowly.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, we've been trapped for too long, our lives are nearing their end, and we won't be able to wait for another chance."
"Your Majesty, even if what you say is true, before destruction, I want to soar through the air just once, just once."
Kupumias and Reindes bowed their heads in anguish and withdrew from the battlefield. They could not bear the sin of killing the king, yet they had also betrayed their promise to protect.
Yes, this is a calculated scheme. Ten thousand years of confinement, ten thousand years of erosion—these dragons are like starving dogs; they'll rush headlong at a bone, even knowing it's coated in poison.
Morgas chuckled softly. So what if it's the Dragon King's legacy? You can spot the problems, but you can't solve them. Some foreshadowings have been buried for ten thousand years; they can't be overturned with just a few words.
He looked at the battlefield, Flame-Chaser and Kalaris were attacking from both sides, making it difficult for the Dragon King to withstand the onslaught. He had no choice but to abandon his dragon body and transform into human form to dodge in a sorry state.
Having discovered the conspiracy, He still wanted to struggle, but Morgas's plan was flawless, and even the venue was prepared.
The dragons slumber undisturbed in their specially prepared, independent space.
"We need to hurry, we still have things to do later."
He raised his hand, and countless spatial blades silently gathered in the void. When he saw the Flame-Chaser smash Minatilis into the ground with a giant hammer, he gently swung it down.
"You know too much, you must die."
But at this moment, Morgas's smile froze. He blinked and saw the dense spatial blades solidify in the air. Looking down, he saw the several bloody marks that had cut his body disappear on the spot like bubbles.
The shattered bodies reunited a hundred meters away, and the gentle smile was replaced by confusion and shock.
Not far away, a golden-armored warrior held a spear in one hand and a knife in the other, looking at the god with a blasphemous gaze, before a gentle smile moved to his face.
"I know a lot too, come and kill me."
Chapter Twenty-One: You're still too green to try and play dirty tricks on me.
Yuki's appearance was like something out of a horror movie; even Morgas experienced a brief system crash.
How could a third party appear in such a crucial step of the grand plan? I've already stripped away this entire space; how could a third party possibly appear? Unless—