The red dragon crashed near a mountain.
His body crashed into the hillside, knocking out a deep, smoking dent in the soft loess. The gravel rolled down the hillside and hit him.
Valerirus was lying in the pit, face up to the sky. His wings were folded under him at an impossible angle.
Several of his ribs were broken, and every time he breathed he could hear the cracking sound of bone rubbing against bone. The scales on his body that were still intact when he came out of Forbidden Land were now in pieces.
His eyes were half-open, looking at the stars in the night sky that were blurred by the air waves of the battle and seemed to be shaking in the water.
When you are tired, destroy them all.
To die here... is really... extremely unlucky.
"Your Majesty!"
"Father!"
Valerirus's eyes moved.
Huh? Did he have auditory hallucinations? The voice of Selivis, the voice of Weitestan.
It is impossible for these two voices to appear here at the same time. One should be guarding the outside of Forbidden Land, and the other should be lying unconscious on a certain stone slab of Forbidden Land.
He turned his head with difficulty and saw - the dark golden vertical pupils on the top of the black dragon's head reflected his embarrassment, and the night sky behind him was covered by a black figure.
It's not an auditory hallucination.
Selivis flew in the front, with dark golden vertical pupils staring at the black figure approaching them in the distance; Weitestan followed behind, flapping its wings very fast, flying reluctantly, towards the direction where Valerirus fell.
Why are they here?
Valerirus made a low, vague sound from his throat, as if it was blocked by something.
He wanted to speak, but before the words came out, a breath with the smell of blood surged up from his throat.
"Run..." His voice was so soft that it was barely audible until Weitestan flew in front of him.
Forget about that silly boy Weitestan. If Selivis also dies here, then the empire will lose another important minister.
A Eighth Tier black dragon, one of the top combat forces on the mainland, if he dies, who will guard this country?
"Your Majesty." Selivis's voice was very low.
"Your Highness, please take Your Majesty away first."
Weitestan was stunned for a moment, nodded, flew to Valerirus, dug his claws into his father's shoulder armor and the scales on his back, and lifted it up with force.
His strength was not enough, and the lift of his wings was not enough. Valerirus was pulled up from the ground by him, lifted in the air, like a rabbit caught by an eagle, and flew away precariously into the distance.
Selivis turned around and faced the black figure flying in this direction.
His wings spread out, and the wingspan drew a wide arc in the night sky, blocking Weitestan and Valerirus. A dark golden light shone deep in the throat of the ancient black dragon.
He needs to launch an attack the moment it approaches, not to kill it, but to repel it.
Just buy some time...
The figure appeared in front of Selivis at a speed that was almost teleporting.
Then, a fist covered in black armor hit the black dragon's chest.
Boom - The body of Lord Protector fell from the air, like a stone thrown off a cliff.
His wings flapped feebly in the air twice, and then hung down on both sides of his body. His body crashed into a bush on the roadside, causing trees to break and soil to fly.
Weitestan's body is shaking.
It's not cold, it's fear. The kind of fear that spreads from the bottom of the spine to the top of the head, makes every bone tremble, and even the teeth start to chatter.
His wings were still flapping, but his speed had slowed down.
In his eyes, his father is the most powerful and the most powerful.
Even if he heard about a black dragon that could beat his father away, he wouldn't believe it. But now, he saw it with his own eyes.
A black thing without a face punched his father and flew several kilometers away.
Another punch knocked the Protector from the sky into the ground. In a few seconds, the next punch might be his turn...
What to do...
"Father, father... are you... shining?"
Valerirus was stunned for a moment.
What light does it emit?
He lowered his head and looked at his body - there was indeed light on the scales.
It wasn't a golden-red flame, it was silver-white, like moonlight condensed on his skin, seeping out from under his scales, seeping out from his blood, seeping out from his bones.
The light is very weak, but very clean and not dazzling.
Is he going to ascend to heaven?
Silvery white light floated out from his body.
It's not emitted, it's peeled off from his body, like a fruit falling off a branch, like a snake shedding its old skin.
The light slowly flows, gathers, and compresses in mid-air, shrinking from a diffuse halo to a fist-sized ball of light, and then elongates and shapes from the fist-sized ball of light.
Silver-white light stretches in the air, like a blooming flower carved out of moonlight.
Light flashed.
A silver-white figure appeared there. It didn't fly from somewhere else, it came out of Valerirus's body.
An elegant body, a slender neck, and smooth, silver-white scales without a trace of variegation.
Its body size is smaller than Valerirus, but its temperament does not need to be proven by size.
The wings spread out from its shoulder blades, and the wing membrane is translucent, through which the night sky behind can be seen.
The crown on its head is suspended in front of its forehead, not touching the skin, not fixed, just floating like that, as if the air itself is its base.
Dragon, silvery white.
"Junior, you did a great job."
The voice came from the direction of the silver-white dragon, neither high nor low, with a gentle tone, like an elder praising a younger one.
Valerirus heard it.
His pupils shrank suddenly.
"You... you are..."
"Evil God will eventually wake up again. This is known from the beginning."
The golden light ball slowly rotates in the void, and the lines on its surface are rearranged and combined with each rotation, like a sophisticated computer running its own program.
King Ghidorah's three heads turned around, six golden vertical pupils staring at the ball of light.
The ball of light didn't care and continued talking.
"So, when the other me saw the injured red dragon rushing in, I restored his injuries and sealed my dying slave god, Silver Radiance Dragon God, into his body as a precaution."
Silver Radiance Dragon God.
In the great battle at the end of the Age of Gods, Leonsel defeated Evil God Weiergalun at the cost of his life. After Weiergalun's power dissipated and his body was shattered, he still had one surviving god-Silver Radiance Dragon God.
His injuries are irreversible, but his power can be preserved.
Leonsel - or the last trace of consciousness left by Leonsel in the world - sealed the remnant soul of Silver Radiance Dragon God into the body of the red dragon that accidentally broke into Forbidden Land, and bound it to his life.
The red dragon is alive and the seal is there.
When the red dragon dies, Silver Radiance Dragon God will wake up...
"Now, He's awake."