Five of the seven heads of Dragon Ancestor in the pit were still smoking, two had their eyes closed, and they had no energy to fight anymore.
The sky has returned to its normal color, the clouds are slowly gathering again after being torn apart by the storm, and sunlight leaks through the gaps in the clouds, shining on his charred scales.
After living for so many years, I have fought countless battles, won and lost.
During the war between the three clans, he was smashed into the ground by Primordial Giants's fist, and the scales on his chest were torn open by Chaos Beasts's sharp claws...
But he stood up every time, climbed up from the ruins every time, shook off the dust from his body, and continued to fight.
He felt that he could stand up this time. Although his body was blackened by the electricity and most of his scales were broken, he could recover as long as he was given a little time.
Those who can surpass him can be counted on one hand in the world.
And some of them are no longer in this world - God King was sealed in the deepest part of World Abyss and guarded by him personally; Primordial Giant God was killed by Administrator, and the core turned into the energy that nourishes the earth; Chaos Ancestor Beast was expelled from the world, floating in the cracks of an unknown world.
The remaining few either live in seclusion in a corner of the world and don't care about world affairs, or they sleep in places that even they don't know.
But there is absolutely no one who can do it so easily, with just one blow - his mind got stuck here.
"Instant kill".
In his dictionary, this word has never appeared. Maybe Administrator, with the blessing of world authority, has this strength, but the consumption will not be small.
He had fought against Administrator and knew how strong Administrator's tidal power was, but for Administrator to defeat him in an instant like this, he needed to go all out and use the power of the world's origin.
It won't be like King Ghidorah, as easy as swatting a fly to death.
He looked at the falling figure in front of him.
He understood--Administrator, you have definitely been beaten before!
Otherwise you wouldn't say something like "Don't mess with King Ghidorah".
If you have never been beaten, you should say "Be careful King Ghidorah" "King Ghidorah is very strong" instead of "Don't mess with it".
That "Don't mess with me" carries an unforgettable and profound memory that only those who have experienced it personally can have.
Then you should have made it clear earlier!
If there is a next time, he will definitely ask the matter clearly before talking about it. He will ask Administrator if it annoys him to death... and he will never fly over so recklessly again.
Asked "Are you King Ghidorah?" and then was chopped into coke by a bolt of lightning.
He will never believe Administrator's words in this life...
King Ghidorah stood at the edge of the pit, with three heads hanging down, looking down at the still smoking coke in the pit.
He looked at it for a while, and then said telepathically - "Xiao Deng, what are you?"
Dragon Ancestor's seven heads froze slightly at the same time.
Although I don't know what "Xiao Deng" means, looking at King Ghidorah's attitude, if he doesn't answer the question, he will probably meet those old friends.
He took a deep breath, and then spoke in a tone that tried not to irritate the other person.
"I... my name is Dragon Ancestor.
It is the oldest dragon in this world. It once signed a contract with Administrator in this world to assist him in managing Yilisai World..."
"Oh--you are that guy's younger brother."
Dragon Ancestor's eyelids twitched.
Little brother, he has lived for so many years and has been called by countless people in countless ways - the great Dragon Ancestor, the ancient Dragon God, the guardian of the continent, and the guardian of the abyss.
But the title "little brother" is indeed the first time.
He did not refute because he felt that what King Ghidorah said might be right.
He helps Administrator guard God King, handles some things for Administrator that are inconvenient for him to come forward, and provides Administrator with combat support when he needs it.
In a sense, he is indeed Administrator's "little brother".
King Ghidorah asked again, "What is your name?"
"Everyone calls me--Dragon Ancestor."
"I know, Xiaolong."
Dragon Ancestor was silent for a moment. Based on his age, his qualifications, and his status in this world, he was called "Little Dragon" - the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He didn't dare to refute. In King Ghidorah's eyes, he was indeed just a "little dragon". This guy was ridiculously strong...
Rodan descended from the sky and landed on the ground, its wings folded behind it.
His body still bears the wounds caused by Dragon Ancestor in the battle just now, and there are several holes in the wing membrane.
His red eyes glanced around Dragon Ancestor in the pit, and then looked back.
Voraksa and Valeria also fell from the sky and landed on the edge of the pit.
Voraksa When I arrived at the place, I felt my heart was shaken.
It's not fear, it's an older kind of tremor that seems to be engraved deep in the soul.
That kind of aura - he had only felt it from his father.
That was not long after he was born, when he was still learning how to fly and how to hunt.
His father's aura was like this, strong and thick, with an unquestionable sense of oppression.
But that was many years ago, and his father had died long ago.
He thought he would never feel this kind of breath again in his life...
And this aura is stronger, much more powerful than his father, and more majestic than the figure in his memory.
Voraksa looked up at the giant dragon in the pit. It was much bigger than him, with multiple heads, and each head had a different color...
He recalled the memory Dragons had when he was born.
The moment every dragon breaks out of its shell, it will receive some ancient information from its bloodline - the history of Dragons, the glory of Dragons, the origin of Dragons...
Among those messages was a vague figure with seven heads, multi-colored scales, and wings that could cover the sky when spread out.
That is the ancestor of all Dragons, a mark engraved deep in the blood of every dragon that can never be erased.
"Ancestor... Ancestor
Voraksa's voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself.
Dragon Ancestor slowly raised his head that could still move, and his dark golden vertical pupils fell on Voraksa.
He knew this black dragon - Voraksa, a powerful dragon that existed before the age of gods, and was one of the top combat powers in that era Dragons.
Now, he should be the strongest dragon in World Abyss besides him and those old guys.
Sure enough, he was also awakened.
But why did he follow King Ghidorah?
"Is this thing your ancestor?" King Ghidorah's voice came from the side, and his tone was as casual as asking, "Did you order this lunch?"
Voraksa was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head. "Yes... yes, Your Majesty."
There was a complex emotion in his voice, including awe, emotion, surprise of "I didn't expect to see you here", and sadness of "how did you get beaten like this?"
King Ghidorah The head in the middle nodded slightly.
"Now I am King of the Monsters, please call me your king."
He felt that the title "King" was concise, powerful and catchy, which suited him very well.
Voraksa was stunned for a moment.
"Okay, okay, Your Majesty -" Before his voice could even finish, King Ghidorah's tail had already swung over.
Voraksa's body flew out from the spot, rolled several times in the air, and broke countless trees.
King Ghidorah is too lazy to pay attention to him.
He withdrew his gaze from Voraksa and fell back on Dragon Ancestor in the pit.
"So what - where is the big bald octopus now?" King Ghidorah asked.
Dragon Ancestor was silent for a moment, and he thought for a while before realizing that King Ghidorah was talking about Administrator.
Administrator does have no hair on its head. Do those tentacles count as hair? Probably not... No, whose octopus has hair?
Why do you have to add "bald"?!
"In the depths of Endless Ocean." Dragon Ancestor said.
"Okay, I'll go find him myself and catch up on old times. You guys just wait here."
King Ghidorah's wings flapped violently, and his body lifted up from the ground. The golden figure drew an arc in the sunlight and flew in the direction of Endless Ocean.
Rodan was lying on the edge of the pit, his wings folded at his sides, his head resting on his front paws, his red eyes half-open and half-closed.
He needs to rest now, and he needs to slowly recover from the scales burned by the energy impact and the small holes burned through the wing membranes.
Voraksa stood by the pit, hesitating whether to pull his ancestor out first and treat him.
Dragon Ancestor was still lying in the pit, with smoke still coming from his body, his scales blackened, and two of the five heads still had their eyes closed. It was unclear whether they were unconscious or pretending to be dead.
His wings were tilted to his sides, and his tail trailed outside the pit.
Voraksa raised his paw, put it down, put it down and raised it again. But he didn't dare to do it without King Ghidorah's permission.
Voraksa silently said to his ancestors in his heart - just be patient.
Dragon Ancestor can actually move and fly.
But King Ghidorah said "wait" and he didn't dare to move. After living for so many years, he learned to assess the situation.
In the face of absolute power, any struggle is in vain. Rather than fighting pointlessly, it is better to conserve strength and wait for opportunities.
Although he is not yet sure when the "opportunity" will come.
Valeria looked at Dragon Ancestor in surprise.
It stood at the edge of the pit, its four eyes widened, and purple crystal light flashed in its eye sockets.
The magic power it sensed from Dragon Ancestor - no, not magic power, was the kind of primitive energy that was purer and older than magic power.
It has only sensed that kind of energy from certain beings in its memory - those Main Gods who stood at the apex in the Age of Gods, owned the divine domain, and were worshiped by countless creatures...
But the aura of Main God was not as strong as Dragon Ancestor. It was much stronger. It was so strong that the scales on its back stood up the moment it sensed it.
Valeria compared Dragon Ancestor's aura with certain entities in his memory.
The conclusion is - if this dragon is from that era of gods, he alone can end that era.
No need for helpers, no need for strategies, no need to wait for the gods to fight among themselves.
With just one dragon flying over, he could swat those so-called gods to death like flies, and then crush their kingdoms one by one.
So, what kind of existence did he follow?
Valeria's back feels a little cold.
The heads of Dragon Ancestor lying in the pit looked in another direction from time to time.
There was also the aura of a certain Dragons there, with a hint of divinity, the aura that he had sensed from a certain god...
He seemed to know the dragon too.
Nuoyaji is sitting on the back of Silver Radiance Dragon God.
He crossed his legs and sat on Silver Radiance Dragon God's broad back, with his hands on both sides of his body, feeling the silver-white, slightly luminous scales under his body slowly rise and fall in flight.
The wind was so strong that his hair was blown upside down and the hem of his robe rustled in the wind.
He squinted at the distant horizon, thinking about something.
Chaluoke sat next to him with his eyes closed, as if he was taking a nap.
Fuyila was sitting in front of Nuoyaji, curled up, her white hair fluttering in the wind. Her little hands were holding the corners of Nuoyaji's clothes.
Her eyes were also closed, and she didn't know whether she was asleep or feigning drowsiness.
Next to it is a golden ball of light, suspended above Silver Radiance Dragon God's back, fluttering as Silver Radiance Dragon God flies.
This team is getting weirder and weirder.
Nuoyaji's mouth twitched slightly.
An apprentice, a legendary mage, a world-destroying devil boy, a Dragon God, a ball of remnant souls of gods.
This combination, placed in any era, would make anyone who sees it wonder if they are dreaming.
Nuoyaji looked at the light ball next to it.
Last night, relying on the events in his memory, he successfully persuaded Light God and agreed to take them with him to find the original body and handle some things on the way.
Those events were what he personally experienced in his previous life, what he read from secret reports when he served as a consultant at Empire Tower Mage Corps, what he heard from his companions who were struggling to survive in the darkness like him during his escape... all things related to ancient existences.
Light God After listening to his story, he was silent for a long time, and then said in a tone of relief that he had never heard before - "Very good, mortal things."
Persuasion - big success.
Nuoyaji also confirmed to Light God that Evil God has completely dissipated.
Light God said that the breath of Evil God has disappeared from this world, his creation has been destroyed with the collapse of Old World, and his body has been destroyed by King Ghidorah.
Nuoyaji When I think of this, I feel a little complicated.
In his previous life, Evil God, who had destroyed many countries, led his army to cleanse the continent, killed gods, and forced human Civilization into despair at the last moment, died just like that.
Solved by His Majesty "Caesar"...
And that Evil God is probably a stronger being than the complete form we saw in the last life.
In the previous life, Evil God had a limited number of god-level creations under his command. It was impossible for them to send a large number of them like yesterday, densely covering the entire sky.
Speaking of which, I have to thank Voraksa.
The situation at that time was almost a one-on-one duel with the whole audience - those black creatures falling from the sky, each of them had god-level strength, but Voraksa slapped one of them to pieces...
If it weren't for him, I, Light God, and everyone present would not be able to speak properly anymore.
So, that guy really became a "good dragon".
Nuoyaji felt incredible, it was like a dragon hitting a wooden house, smashing his thoughts into pieces.
He didn't dare to think that anything outrageous would happen in this world in the future.
Silver Radiance Dragon God walked through the clouds, his silver-white scales glowing softly under the sunlight.
Nuoyaji withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and looked at Fuyila's white hair fluttering in the wind.
He stretched out his hand to push away the hair that was blown by the wind on her face, then raised his head and looked into the distance.
"Everything." The light ball's voice came from the side.
Nuoyaji came back to his senses. "Huh?"
"What are you thinking about?"
Nuoyaji was silent for a moment. "I'm thinking-where are we going next."
The lines on the surface of the light ball brightened slightly. "North.
There is a lair of the Evil God family members there.
Before Old World collapsed, a lot of them gathered there.
Most of them should be dead by now, but there may be "survivors"."
Nuoyaji nodded.
Silver Radiance Dragon God's wings drew an arc in the night sky and flew towards the north.