With a thunderous crash and fragments filling the sky.
One Alchemical Titan turned into fireworks.
The other remaining Alchemical Titan showed no particular reaction to this and still stood blankly in place.
What idiot had programmed them? How had they made two powerful Alchemical Titans seem so stupid?
This made Xiluo quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Little dragon! You did very well! Your abilities really were enough to take down these two lifeless things! Heh heh heh! Hahahaha!"
The Death God Black Dragon's wildly excited laughter echoed through the Wyrmlings' minds. Only after a good while did he calm down, then continue with some puzzlement:
"But you really are powerful, little dragon.
"You've mastered the power of wind and lightning so skillfully, and there's that layer of rippling water on your body. Could you be a Mutated Dragon Species of the Storm Dragon and Thunderfall Dragon varieties?"
"As expected of a dragon three to five thousand years old. You certainly know your stuff."
Xiluo nodded lightly at this.
"No wonder... To have such strength at such a young age. A genius like you would find it much easier to become a Divine-Chosen Dragon. Won't you really consider it?
"Actually, I understand your concerns. You simply don't want to bow beneath a god.
"Many powerful dragons have that mindset.
"But I see no need for it at all. The god we worship would never become our direct enemy. As long as you're capable, you can absolutely regard the god you choose as a partner.
"You help them handle the occasional task, and they grant you the power you need.
"It's a win-win!
"The great Reaper I serve is lawful neutral.
"He wields the great powers of death, the dead, the order of death, funerals and graves, undeath, undead creatures, wasting,