At the same time, the dragon who called himself Galle Rain revealed a crucial piece of information.
He worshipped Jergal the Reaper.
Jergal the Reaper was the oldest god and one of the most powerful chief gods, belonging to the lawful neutral alignment.
As his believer, he naturally belonged to that alignment as well.
The lawful neutral alignment was far more trustworthy than ordinary Chromatic Dragons.
Once he said that,
the Wyrmlings relaxed their vigilance and hostility a little.
However, Xiluo remained wary as he said,
"You say you worship the God of Death. How can you prove it?"
"Prove it? Well..." Galle Rain sounded hesitant, but quickly reacted.
"The Earth Mother Goddess is a rotten slut! A goddess, keeping some pretty boy! And her attributes even include a thousand faces? What does that tell you?
"It tells you that old bitch is a whore! A goddess who still has mortal desires! She's a disgrace to the gods, utterly unworthy of being mentioned in the same breath as my god! Pah! Filthy bitch! Stinking..."
A stream of vicious curses rang out.
The dragons present shuddered as they listened and hurriedly said,
"Stop, stop, stop! We believe you! Don't say any more!"
After speaking, the Dragon Cubs cautiously looked up at the sky, shrinking their necks in fright.
Standing at the edge of the collapsed ground felt like standing on a sheer cliff.
If this drew the Earth Mother Goddess's fucking attention, they would be in deep trouble!
Never mind whether she would send temple Paladins and Holy Warriors to kill them. Simply using the power of her divine portfolio to play little tricks behind their backs would be enough to make them suffer.
Fortunately... this Death God Black Dragon wasn't stupid either. He hadn't directly mentioned her divine name.
"Well?