Braketon Kingdom.
The interior of a mountain was secretly hollowed out into a huge dome space.
It is completely isolated from the outside world, with no sunlight or wind, only heavy silence and darkness.
The altar is located in the center of the space. It is carved from a whole piece of obsidian, and its surface is covered with dense runes.
The runes are arranged in a five-pointed star shape, and each turning point is connected to a complex magic circuit, which spreads to the entire surface of the altar like blood vessels. At the five corners, there are pillars with head-sized gems inlaid at the top.
The colors are red, blue, green, black and white, representing the five scale colors of Chromatic Dragon.
The air in the entire space was stagnant and heavy, as if there were invisible hands pressing on the shoulders, making it difficult to breathe. If an ordinary human stood here, he would feel dizzy and lose consciousness within a few seconds.
A huge dragon shadow covered with blue scales was standing here silently.
Lord of Thunder, Lamorien·Helmode.
He stood at the edge of the altar.
The size of Crown Dragon no longer looks so huge here, and the space here is wide enough.
His vertical pupils stared at the center of the altar, motionless.
Time passed slowly in silence, and he had been standing here alone for a long time.
Lamorien closed his eyes and opened them again.
The sword light of Destiny Rank human appeared in his mind. It was white and stretched across the sky, cutting the dark clouds like cloth. Thinking of the power of that sword, he still felt palpitations, shame and anger.
However, he knew it very well in his heart.
Essentially, it is not a human problem.
Reinhart is just following orders, the real problem lies deeper.
In the humiliation of being suppressed by Metal Dragon but unable to turn the tide of the war, in the absurdity of his millennia of forbearance and accumulation but not as good as the rise of Red Emperor in two or three hundred years, in the frustration of him wanting to lead Dragon Race to rise but finding that he was powerless.
He was extremely jealous and envied Garos.
Garos is much younger than him and has been rising for a much shorter period of time than him, but he has already done things that he has not been able to do for thousands of years and done it better than him.
"My poor child."
The whisper sounded again.
Soft, hot, with a special power that makes the listener want to cry, like a mother watching her child fall in the mud and wanting to give him the strength to stand up.
"You have been standing here a long time, my child."
The voice was soft, like silk brushing against the scales. "I can feel the struggle in your heart, feel your pride resisting, and feel your reason warning. You don't trust any free gifts because you have lived too long and have seen too many traps."
"This is the wisdom you have survived to this day, and I am happy about it."
"But what does your so-called pride bring you?"
"It just allows you to break it in a nice-looking way after being broken, making your failure look less embarrassing and making giving in look like a choice."
"But the result is the same, isn't it?"
After hearing these words, Lamorien's claws were deeply embedded in the ground, and cracks spread from the claw tips to all sides, making a fine cracking sound.
He remained silent and did not refute.
Because he couldn't refute it.
Every word of the Dragon Queen's words hit the seam of his bones, so accurate that it made his stomach churn, almost making him sick.
"I'm not here to humiliate you."
The voice suddenly softened, as if the mother realized that she had spoken too harshly and withdrew some strength in distress.
"You are proud, so you are not willing to give in. You are not willing to give in, so you are standing here. Your pride has not betrayed you, it just brought you to the right door."
"Open the door, my child."
"Accept my grace, take away your power, let all the creatures that look down on you crawl in front of you, let the dragons look up to your scales, and let you lead you to greatness again."
Blue Dragon did not speak and continued to remain silent.
The five gems on the altar shone with light, as if echoing the words of the Dragon Queen. Different colors intertwined, casting colorful light and shadow in the dome space.
After a while, he finally spoke.
"So, what's the price?"
he asked.
He has seen countless souls fall into Abyss because of greed for power, and has seen countless strong people become the puppets of others because of a moment of weakness.
He never believes in free grace, because free itself is the most expensive price, but the bill has not yet arrived. The Dragon Queen considers herself the mother of Chromatic Dragon.
But this Deity is essentially a selfish evil god.
Young Chromatic Dragon may not be aware of this, but Primordial Dragon like Lamorien, and even Chromatic Dragon who can reach the Crown Rank level, know very well in their hearts that they must not trust the Dragon Queen easily and must resist her contact.
However, Lamorien is still standing here.
There are some things that cannot be changed even if you know them.
The Dragon Queen let out a fond chuckle.
Like a mother's approval when her child asks a smart question.
"My boy, you have asked a good question."
"This proves that you are still awake and rational, and have not been carried away by anger or unwillingness. I am even more happy for this."
"Then let me answer you."
The voice became solemn, no longer a whisper, reverberating in Lamorien's mind like a bell, and every word carried irreversible authority.
"The price is, there is no price."
"What I want is your rise, your glory, and your victory."
"When you use the power I gave you to recast the glory of Dragon Race, the whole world will know that it was Chromatic Dragon Queen that gave you all this. They will know that I have never abandoned my children. She is just waiting for her children to learn to reach out humbly."
"This is what I want."
"Your victory is my glory."
"While you are alive, you will become my apostle, walking on the earth, spreading the reputation of the Five Colors for me, and controlling my descendants; after your death, your soul will belong to my Divine Kingdom, and you will have a place in my palace, and together with all the great ancestral dragons, you will forever be bathed in my glory."
"This is not the price, Lamorien."
"This is grace and your destination."
Lamorien's expression did not fluctuate.
He closed his eyes and pondered in silence.
Apostle----
Lamorien knows what this word means.
An apostle is the spokesperson of Deity in the world, a container of Deity's power and an extension of his will. Becoming an apostle means that he will touch the power of God while he is alive and gain power far beyond what he has now.
But at the same time, it also means that he will be branded forever.
The apostle belongs to Deity forever.
No exceptions.
At this time, the sound sounded again.
"You want power, right?"
"Your ambition, your forbearance, your unwillingness and anger - I have seen all of these, my child, I have been watching you from the moment you broke out of your shell."
"I watched you spread your wings for the first time in the storm, I watched you temper your scales in the thunder and lightning, and I watched you build your kingdom bit by bit."
"I see every step you take."
"I watched you endure, watched you wait, and watched you get frustrated by reality again and again."
"You are tired, Lamorien, my poor child."
"However, you no longer need to carry all this alone. Accept my grace and I will be with you."
After a moment of silence, Lamorien slowly opened his eyes.
What gift in this world is free?
No.
He knows this better than most dragons.
He may have a chance to break through to Destiny Rank in the future, but it is completely impossible to reach Immortal Realm, and Destiny Rank like Gold Dragon King cannot change anything, so how can he do it?
Accepting the power of the Dragon Queen, at least there is a glimmer of hope.
As for Garos----
At first, Lamorien felt that he and himself were the same, both wanted to lead Dragon Race to become a powerful emperor, but the paths were different.
But now he understands that he took it too much for granted.
Garos is fundamentally different from him.
Aura is a kingdom where Dragonkin is supreme.
But in the final analysis, it is he Red Emperor who comes first.
He doesn't really care whether his own ethnic group is brilliant or unfortunate. What Garos wants is his own strength, not the strength of Dragon Race.
"You should know that there is a Red Emperor Pale Star on this planet who is more suitable to be your apostle than me."
Lamorien asked, "Why not choose him?"
Without waiting for an answer, he suddenly laughed to himself.
"Well, probably because a dragon like him has no need and will never pray to anyone."
His voice paused slightly, and he said calmly, "I accept this power."
Blue Dragon stepped towards the center of the altar.
Countless gold, silver, gemstones and ingots were scattered around the altar - but these wealth seemed so cheap at the moment, like a foil.
"Let's get started."
Blue Dragon stopped at the center of the altar, said in a low voice, and closed his eyes.
The wealth piled on the altar, like a mountain of gold coins, and bright gems—suddenly began to rotate silently.
They were pulled by an invisible force, like fallen leaves being sucked into a whirlpool, and their speed was getting faster and faster. The gold coins and gems collided and made a tiny sound, but it was soon covered up by the whistling sound of the whirlpool, and finally turned into a torrent of brilliance.
But these are not the most important sacrifices.
Lamorien knows that the most important thing is himself.
A hole appeared in the center of the treasure whirlpool. They all rushed towards the hole and disappeared, as if being swallowed by an invisible mouth.
Immediately afterwards, a vast and unparalleled will descended from it.
It was like the weight of the entire sky suddenly pressed down, the air solidified, and the rocks groaned under the weight. The light in the belly of the mountain was instantly evacuated, plunging into absolute darkness, and even Lamorien's own scale light was swallowed up.
In the suffocating darkness, a drop of liquid exuding five kinds of mixed halos fell from the hole.
It is suspended above Lamorien and is only the size of an ordinary person's head.
Chromatic Divine Blood!
The next second, it expanded suddenly and bloomed like a flower. The five-colored petals unfolded one after another, each one emitting a different light. They opened to the extreme, and then closed, turning into a cocoon of five-colored light that circulated endlessly.
Lamorien is completely wrapped.
"Ugh!"
An extremely suppressed scream of pain came from the cocoon.
Blue Dragon's body twitched and twisted violently in the cocoon.
His tail swung wildly, hitting the inner wall of the blood cocoon. His wings suddenly opened and closed, the wing membranes tore in the narrow space, and his claws also tore at the inner wall of the blood cocoon. Every time he struggled, a huge bulge appeared on the surface of the blood cocoon.
If anyone could see inside the cocoon, they could see his scales melting.
Blue Dragon's scales began to deepen, becoming deeper and thicker, turning into the deep indigo Blue Dragon that only appears when a storm is brewing to its extreme, deeper than the deepest Ocean.
The shape of the scales is also changing.
The original hexagonal scales became narrow and long, with fine protrusions growing on the edges.
A lightning-shaped raised pattern appeared in the center of each scale, like a solidified lightning embedded in the dragon scales.
And it's not just dragon scales.
His wings are also changing.
The wing membrane became thicker and tougher, with scale-like textures appearing on it, the dragon's horns became longer and sharper, and fine lightning runes appeared on the surface. The fangs became thicker, with jagged flaws appearing on the edges... His entire body was undergoing earth-shaking changes.
Lamorien roared in the blood cocoon.
The pain did not lessen, but became more and more intense. His consciousness was sometimes awake and sometimes blurred in the severe pain, as if he had been thrown into a nightmare from which he could never wake up.
"Patience, my apostle!"
"Your bloodline is being reshaped! This is a return to the origin, a crowning of glory! Every pain is worth it, don't resist, savor it seriously."
Changes not only occur at the physical level, but also at the bloodline level.
Chromatic Divine Blood is rewriting the essence of his bloodline.
However, this is not evolution.
He is looking back.
Go back to the distant times when dragon lords ruled the world, back to the time when Chromatic Dragon Bloodline had not differentiated, diluted, and been weakened by time.
At that time, there were a few Blue Dragons with names different from other Blue Dragons.
Storm Dragon.
Blue Dragon The ultimate in bloodline, walking Calamity.
They don't need spells or rituals, they can summon countless storms with just a thought. In that era, Storm Dragon was the king of the Blue Dragon group, and stood at the apex of all Blue Dragons.
And now, Lamorien is becoming Storm Dragon.
The Chromatic Divine Blood that wrapped him began to solidify, thicken, and harden, covering him like a shell, making it difficult to see the changes in his figure inside, like the eggs of some ancient creature.
Lamorien endured the severe pain silently and allowed the darkness to swallow him up.
And as time went by, his aura was rising, rising like a tide.
On the other side, Central Continent.
The wind and snow have long gone behind us, and the severe cold of Borderlands has been left behind.
Under a clear sky, Garos and Hitherfell were flying side by side in the sky. The clouds spread out into an endless white carpet under their feet. The sun poured down from directly above, casting the shadows of the two giant dragons on the sea of clouds.
The scales of Red Iron Dragon glow with a dark red metallic luster in the sunlight, while the scales of White Dragon are like polished silver, reflecting dazzling light spots.
Both gradually lower their altitude.
Green plains stretched across the horizon, and rivers meandered like silver ribbons.
After crossing the undulating Mountain Range zone, the landscape changed. On the originally flat plain, there was an area that seemed to have been hit by a huge fist from above, forming a huge, almost circular depression.
A low ridge forms on the edge of the depression, which looks like a basin when viewed from a high altitude.
White Dragon's eyes narrowed slightly.
"This is where you destroyed Abyssal Rift?"
She said, "I have heard the story of Red Emperor destroying Abyssal Rift with Power of One Dragon more than once in Coldwater Ocean. Some Metal Dragon have very wonderful expressions when they mention this."
"Yes."
Garos nodded.
"This is the first course."
He said, while lowering his eyes to look at the earth.
At the edge of the basin, the soil appears gray-brown, mixed with fine black particles, like traces of being burned by high temperatures. The closer you get to the center of the basin, the darker the color of the soil becomes. The center is still a piece of charred wasteland, barren of grass, and looks like a scar on the earth.
However, dots of green have appeared on the edges and slopes of the basin.
Clumps of wild grass emerged from the gray-brown soil, and even short shrubs grew in some places.
Although the plants are not tall and the branches and leaves are not dense, they are indeed there, taking root tenaciously and bringing a little life to this dead land.
"Back then, there was no grass growing here and there was no life."
Garos said, "When I first destroyed Abyssal Rift, this land was completely dead. Not to mention the plants, not even the insects would stay here."
"However, as long as Abyssal Rift is closed and the source of pollution is cut off, the land will slowly repair itself."
He continued, his eyes scanning the green spots.
"No matter how desolate the place is, if you give it enough time, something will always grow.
White Dragon nodded and acknowledged. "That's true."
"Coldwater Ocean It's the same in some places under the sea. After a volcanic eruption, magma covered everything and nothing could survive. But after decades or hundreds of years, new coral reefs grew up, and they were even more lush than the original ones."
Then, she narrowed her eyes slightly, as if remembering something, and said, "Abyssal Rift also appears on the bottom of Coldwater Ocean."
"Not just one, but several places, large and small."
"I'm too lazy to take care of it, but Metal Dragons are very diligent and have gone back and forth to deal with it several times. They even came to my territory and annoyed me."
Garos is silent.
A long time has passed, and the battle scene with Demon is still vivid in my mind. They are now dead and there is not much movement, but Garos always feels that they will come again.
"Holden Empire is really good."
White Dragon continued, "To be able to survive the erosion of Abyss for so long, and to be able to fight back Demon, if it were any other ordinary empire, it might have collapsed long ago."
"I have seen many so-called powerful countries fall apart within a few months when they encounter real crises."
Garos:"Holden Empire is indeed powerful."
White Dragon raised his head and glanced at Floating City in the sky.
"Strong is strong, but it may not last long."
"Demon is not someone to be trifled with. They have accumulated strength in Abyss for so long. They cannot give up just because of a few failures. Now that they are being beaten back, they may just be holding back more energy."
"I have lived for so long and have seen it too many times. When the enemy is silent, it is often the most dangerous time."
Hearing this, Red Iron Dragon nodded slightly.
"The danger of Demon has not been resolved yet, and Holden also knows this, so they are eager to find allies on the surface and recruit all the forces they can."
White Dragon tilted his head and looked at Garos.
"It sounds like you care about this."
"I am the emperor of Aura, Atlant Continent, and most of it is now my territory."
Garos said, "If Demon invades again, my kingdom will bear the brunt. It is inevitable that they will come out of the rift and the first one they will invade will be my kingdom."
White Dragon let out a low chuckle.
"What does this have to do with us?"
She unfolded one side of the dragon wing and straightened out the folds on the wing membrane, her movements careless.
"Dragons like us stay in Bernardo just because we are familiar with this place. We were born in this Material Plane. We have stayed here for a long time and are too lazy to move."
White Dragon said slowly.
"But if Demon really calls and something is not right, you can leave at any time."
"It's not like Material Plane can't live in it? I've lived for thousands of years and have been to more places than the dragons you have seen at your age. It's not a big deal for me to live in another world."
She turned her head and looked at Garos.
"So are you."
"Although you have a kingdom, as long as you are alive, you can build it again even if it is gone. Don't tell me that you don't know this. Your blood relatives and heirs can be taken away. No matter how strong Demon is, can he still chase you to another Material Plane?"
Garos did not dwell on this topic.
He knew that what White Dragon said was true, but some things could not be decided now.
He thought for a while and said, "I heard that when Gold Dragon King tried to break through the Immortal Realm before, you went to the Radiant Dragon Realm, which caused his breakthrough to be interrupted."
"Is it because of personal hatred? Or is it because Gold Dragon King has the power of time?"
White Dragon nodded slowly.
"There are two reasons you mentioned."
She said, with a hint of disdain in her tone.
"Besides, the old guy and I didn't talk to each other. We had just arrived at the Radiant Dragon Realm, and we started fighting before we even exchanged a few words. His attitude was as if he was already Immortal Realm, and he was dictating to me."
Having said this, White Dragon showed a sarcastic smile.
"Metal Dragon people thought it was me who caused Gold Dragon King's breakthrough failure."
"They said everywhere that Dragon of Ten Thousand Laws broke into the Radiant Dragon Realm and interfered with Gold Dragon King's breakthrough, causing Gold Dragon King to fall short and unable to enter Immortal Realm. It was as if I deliberately sabotaged it."
"But in fact, it's him who can't do it."
"When I went there, he was already on the verge of failure. His path was blocked from the beginning. Time Divine Power was not that easy to shape. No matter how hard he tried, he was just spinning around in circles. I went to make that scene, which saved him."
White Dragon chuckled, "Odhos, as well as those Metal Dragon who admire him, should all thank me. If he had made a desperate attempt to break through, he would most likely have died. But he was interrupted by me. At least he is still alive now."
"Although it is not very honorable to live, it is better than death."
Garos turned his head slightly and looked at White Dragon.
He thoughtfully said, "You seem to be obsessed with the power of time? Do you want to shape Time Divine Power yourself, or is it for something else?"
White Dragon did not answer immediately.
Her eyes were cast forward, falling on the blurry outline of the Mountain Range. The sun was leaking through the gaps in the clouds, casting patches of light and dark on the ridge, as if the ground was covered with broken gold.
After a few seconds, she spoke.
"I'm not as ignorant as Gold Dragon King."
She said, her voice lowered. "I know Time Divine Power is difficult to shape."
"That's something you can't get by forcing it. It requires special opportunities or innate talent. Gold Dragon King thinks he can do it through accumulation. That's his stupidity."
"I am obsessed with the power of time just for a try."
Garos looks at White Dragon.
He thought of some of the rumors he had heard before, those stories about White Dragon that were spread among various ethnic groups. Some were exaggerations, some were hearsay, but some sounded like they were true.
"I've heard some of your stories."
He said slowly.
"For example, when you were weak, you had a human companion, Legendary Realm Spellcaster."
"Almost all versions of the story say that you were more cunning and patient than Green Dragon. You lurked and endured with minions, until Spellcaster ran out of life and died. You were only close to him for the magic resources he controlled."
"But----"
Garos paused and said, "I guess you want to try to resurrect this Spellcaster."
White Dragon was silent for a moment.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze.
The next second, she turned her head suddenly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, showing a ferocious look.
White Dragon bared its fangs at Garos, and the sharp light flashed in the sun.
"Perhaps my nice words have caused you some misunderstanding."
Her voice became low and dangerous, like the muffled thunder before a storm, "But, are you insulting me by treating me as one of those fragile creatures who value feelings and even risk life and death for them?!"
White Dragon's pupils shrank into thin lines, and Dragon Might suddenly erupted, pressing towards Garos like an invisible wall.
Garos's body did not waver, nor did he say anything.
He looked at White Dragon quietly, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Dragon Heart and see what was under her scales.
The wind blew between the two, making a sound, and the sun cast a changing light and shadow.
Later, under Garos's gaze, White Dragon's fierce look gradually faded away.
She looked away from Garos, looked at the high sky, and then spoke quietly.
"The biggest advantage of giant dragons and short-lived species is----"
"A giant dragon has a long life, and can spend a lot of time on one thing, such as disguising one's true feelings and managing a relationship. Short-lived ones are not good. They live too short and have no time to do anything."
As if recalling something, her voice paused slightly, then continued.
"I had just grown up and was still far away from the Legendary Realm, but I was already obsessed with magic."
"In order to become stronger, I took the risk of becoming a human and went to a human city."
"I stayed there for a long time, observing, learning, and figuring things out."
"I know what humans like, what they are afraid of, and what they are willing to give everything for--in the end, I chose Legendary Realm Spellcaster."
Her tone was very calm, as if she was telling someone else's story.
"He has a rich collection of books and countless wealth. His magic tower contains knowledge that I have never seen before. Those ancient books, scrolls, and research notes are enough for me to study for a long time."
"I want those things."
White Dragon's gaze became far-reaching, as if he had penetrated time and saw scenes from long ago.
"Later, when I got close to him, he was considerate, gentle and virtuous."
"I am the kind of person he likes. I will give him whatever he needs. I disguise myself as his ideal partner. Day after day, year after year, I have carefully designed every meeting and every conversation."
"As a Spellcaster, he is extremely talented and knowledgeable."
"When it comes to magic, he's one of the most remarkable human beings I've ever met.
"But as a person, he has a dull personality, does not like to socialize, is slow to respond to things other than magic, and even gives people a sense of stupidity. He knows almost nothing about many things."
"Haha, how can such a person refuse me?"
"So, he thought he had really met his destiny, taught me a lot of magic, and taught me everything he knew."
"His book collection, his notes, and his research results are all open to me."
"He showed no reservations to me, like a cub sharing a toy. He enthusiastically told me about his research and discoveries in magic. I listened carefully, responded to him every time, and asked questions that surprised him, making him feel that I understood him."
White Dragon's voice paused again, then continued.
"Eventually, he died."
"A failure in magic research caused him severe backlash. He refused to listen to my advice and was unwilling to accept Dragon Vein Conversion or other transformation rituals. He gradually declined and died."
""When he was at his weakest, I showed my true colors and laughed at his stubbornness and stupidity."
"I have already thought about it. When he shows anger or regret, I will feel the greatest satisfaction and pleasure. I want to see his expression when he realizes that he has been deceived his whole life."
"However, he just smiled and squeezed my hand, and then fell silent."
Speaking of this, White Dragon paused for a long time before speaking.
"After that, I inherited everything from him."
"His knowledge, his research, his magic tower - I continued on the path of magic, going further and further, getting stronger and stronger, until I became the Dragon of Ten Thousand Laws I am today."
Her tone maintained a consistent rhythm from beginning to end, with no ups and downs.
Her face armor looked cold and hard in the sunlight, and the densely packed runes shimmered on her scales, like countless closed eyes.
"If it were Silver Dragon, this might be praised as a touching love story."
Garos said, "And what I heard was mainly about the despicability of Evil Dragon."
White Dragon said with a cold voice, "You seem to have made a mistake. I want to resurrect him, but not because of any so-called love."
"This stuff just makes me laugh and feel disgusted.
Garos asked, "Why is that?"
White Dragon gritted his teeth and said, "This hateful human being, he saw through my heart, frustrated my expectations with his smile and death, and could not appreciate his regret and despair."
"I have lost this confrontation, but I am not willing to accept it."
"So I want to bring him back to life, torture him, make him live in pain, and make him beg for my forgiveness. I want him to know that his little cleverness back then can't change anything at all."
"Only in this way can I reverse the failure of the year and gain inner peace."
Hearing these words, Red Iron Dragon looked slightly sideways.
"This White Dragon's mouth is so hard that it can chip Bernardo Planet into pieces.
he thought to himself.
But he didn't say anything.
Saying some words will only anger the other party, and he doesn't feel the need to expose it. White Dragon explains it how she wants to, and what he hears is what he hears.
At this time, White Dragon showed a lackluster look.
"That's it for today. Your kingdom has a nice scenery, but I still have things to do when I return to Coldwater Ocean."
She turned to look at Red Iron Dragon, thought for a while, and spoke again.
"It's rare for a dragon to say so much to me. In return, I can give you a warning."
Garos asked, "What warning?"
White Dragon deliberately put it off and asked, "Where do you think the danger you are most likely to face now will come from?"
Garos thought about it carefully.
Abyss Demon, Starry Sky Wild Gods, three empires, Purification Faction dragon----
All may cause danger.
Each one is a big trouble.
Immediately, without waiting for his answer, White Dragon said, "I tell you, the first thing you have to be careful about is not the things within Material Plane, but----Queen of Colors."
Garos's eyes narrowed slightly.
Call Deity by its name and it will be sensed.
Queen of Colors, which refers to Chromatic Dragon Queen, is a vague statement that will not be noticed by them.
This is a long-standing tacit understanding between Dragon Race. Use pronouns to talk about Deity to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.
White Dragon continued, "You can easily avoid the dangers in Material Plane as long as you give up some things. You can run away when Demon comes, and you can ignore the war between empires."
"However, all Chromatic Dragon who can reach Crown Rank, or perform well after the Legendary Realm, will be paid attention to by this person."
"And no matter where you run, you can't escape."
She said quietly.
God's influence on Material Plane depends largely on believers.
Let's not talk about other Deity or Dragon God for now.
For example, Chromatic Dragon Queen and Platinum Dragon God.
In order to recruit apostles, the former did anything and unscrupulously. She was notorious and Chromatic Dragon was unwilling to have contact with her. She treated those Chromatic Dragon with potential like a hungry wolf staring at fat meat.
The latter is majestic and solemn, and also wants apostles who can carry out his own will.
But it disdains to play tricks, and wants Dragon Race people to actively pray to it and ask for Dragon God's grace. However, although Metal Dragon people have awe of it, they can't say they rely on it.
Therefore, the two Dragon God had a few believers in Bernardo, but there was never a strong apostle.
"Based on your performance, this person will definitely extend an olive branch to you."
White Dragon said with a very definite tone.
"If you have refused but acted unsteady, her whispers will continue to sound when you are in trouble, tempting you to pray to her. She will find you when you are most vulnerable and speak to you with the gentlest voice."
"Until you open your heart and let her succeed."
"If you are very resistant and make her feel that you have no chance of winning, then you should also be careful."
"Our queen is famous for her vengeance and viciousness."
"The more precious the things she can't get, the more likely she is to destroy them. If she can't get them herself, she won't let others get them."
Hearing these words, Garos fell silent.
He remembered that he once had a fierce battle with Bronze Dragon Xiano, and when he broke through the Legendary Realm in Rage and killed him, he vaguely heard bewitching whispers.
He was - filled with rage and responded with an angry curse.
Seeing Garos's subtle expression, White Dragon smiled and said, "It seems that you have also been in contact with this person."
"In short, unless you agree, no matter how you react, you are bound to be unable to get rid of her entanglement. I have a strong say in this. I have been dealing with her longer than you have lived."
Finally, Red Iron Dragon clicked on the huge head.
"I almost forgot about this person's existence----well, I received your warning.
he said.
He has indeed not thought about this issue for a while. In the past few years, he has faced visible and tangible threats, Demon, enemies, and competitors.
The danger on the Deity level seems to be far away from him.
But White Dragon is right, this is not something that can be ignored.