The Platinum Dragon God, Lord of the North Wind, Sovereign of Good Dragons—Bahamut had fallen?
Jiang Hao was stunned. As a Dragon God, Bahamut was exceptionally skilled in battle, and she belonged to a race that stood at the pinnacle of countless creatures in the Otherworld. Though her divine rank was only nine, making her a Lesser Divine Power, even an ordinary Intermediate Divine Power would have struggled to defeat her. How could a god of her caliber have fallen without a sound?
And before her, the God of Justice had fallen...
Could the Age of the Evil Gods be upon us? Jiang Hao wondered.
If the Age of the Evil Gods truly was coming, the Otherworld would be plunged into conflict and war. Those Evil Gods would not care whether their Believers lived well. Evil, chaos, slaughter, schemes, and betrayal were what they delighted in.
At the sight of Jiang Hao, Black Dragon Bamas hurriedly shrank to the size of a husky. Panic filled his fearsome face. "Just now, the great Mother of Evil Dragons, the merciful Chromatic Dragon God, announced that Her Highness Bahamut, the Good Dragon God, had fallen. She demands that all Dragons worship her."
"And worst of all, she demands that every Dragon put a statue of her in their Lair."
Put her statue in his Lair? What if she set her sights on him? Everyone knew that when the Chromatic Dragon Queen took an interest in a Dragon, the treasure in that Dragon's Lair ended up gone.
Right now, Black Dragon Bamas sorely missed the compassionate Platinum Dragon God Bahamut. At least while she was around, the great Mother of Evil Dragons had never issued such a terrifying divine decree.
"Why not make two lairs?" Jiang Hao suggested, looking at the panicked Black Dragon.