Thanks to the efforts of Belotti and several space-type Demigod, the main spatial rifts within the Sand Sea Demiplane have been sealed off. All that remains is to wait for the demiplane's self-healing abilities to gradually mend these wounds.
Adding certain special resources during this process can also accelerate the healing process.
With the major spatial rifts sealed, the previously turbulent situation in the Sand Sea Demiplane began to improve significantly, and the spatial turbulence that raged across various regions gradually disappeared.
Earthquakes have become less frequent, ocean waves have subsided, lava lakes have cooled rapidly, and the Sand Sea Demiplane is recovering its vitality at an astonishing speed.
The Demigod, who had been chatting idly, suddenly stopped talking. Belotti, her face stern, descended from the sky, her tone as cold as ever, "According to intelligence from the outside world, the Sea Dragon Alliance's support forces have begun to retreat, but they suffered heavy losses under our relentless pursuit. This dragon-slaying campaign can basically be declared over; the Alliance has won a great victory!"
Even the cold tone couldn't conceal the fervor of victory; for a moment, even the high and mighty Demigod cheered.
The Crimson Alliance has been severely suppressed in recent years and desperately needs a victory to wash away the gloom. Demigod are also human and need emotional support. Repeated defeats will gradually erode their will and make them depressed and decadent.
The high command of the Military Control Committee clearly understood this principle.
Therefore, despite numerous difficulties, they still managed to allocate massive resources and mobilize manpower to launch a surprise attack on the Blue Dragon Clan, solely to boost morale.
Even if it means incurring heavy losses, we are willing to do so.
Often, what leads to the demise of a nation is not its strength, but the morale of its people.
Once the people lose faith in their country, even if that country possesses Unrivaled military power, it will not escape destruction.
Among the citizens, the elite group has the greatest influence on the country.
Therefore, if we want the country to prosper and thrive, we must first ensure that the elite group has sufficient confidence in the country.
Without a doubt, the group of Demigod before them were the undisputed elite of the Crimson Alliance.
Strictly speaking, their collective will can be equated with the national will.
After all, the Crimson Alliance is not the Northern Spirit Empire; its technological level ultimately cannot suppress individual power, and it even has to depend on the latter.
"The battle is over, shouldn't we distribute the spoils?" a Demigod in a magic robe asked, his words igniting the fervent gazes of the other Demigod.
Their willingness to participate in this dragon-slaying operation stemmed not only from their loyalty to the Crimson Alliance, but also from the vast resources accumulated by the True Dragon Clan.
Reaching the Demigod level requires paying a huge price for each step forward; talent, opportunity, Fortune, resources... none of these can be lacking.
Of these, resources are the most clearly visible condition, as they relate to their future.
Who hasn't dreamed of becoming a god?
Looking into the eager and fervent eyes before her, a barely perceptible smile appeared deep within Belotti's eyes as she said, "According to the pre-war agreement on the distribution of spoils, based on military merit, you have no objections, do you?"
"No!" All the Demigod shook their heads in unison.
"The military merit statistics devices I've deployed throughout the demiplane have completed their calculations. Now, I will send the military merits you've earned in this battle to your communication terminals for you to review. If you have any objections, speak up now; there will be no second chance for appeal."
After Belotti finished speaking, the communicators of all the Demigod started beeping, indicating that a new message had been sent.
Lancelot looked down and raised an eyebrow when he saw the string of numbers.
"14,500 military merit points? Is that really the case?"
Military merit statistics involve many factors.
Kills, aids, overall impact on the battle, combat attitude...
It's not simply a matter of killing an enemy to earn the full amount of military merit.
There is no room for kill-stealing dogs to survive; gaining military merit by stealing kills is only a small part of the game.
According to Lancelot's own estimate, he should have earned between 10,000 and 11,000 military merits, but unexpectedly, he earned as many as 14,500.
"Is it because of my role in advancing the battle? That I boosted everyone's morale?" Lancelot wondered to himself.
He did not believe that these military achievements were due to Belotti taking care of him, which was why he had so many.
As everyone knows, Mechanical Bishop Belotti is impartial and always fair, and he has no special relationship with Lancelot. This Pillar of the Nation is from the Steel Refining Academy, while Lancelot is from the Holy Sword faction. The two have nothing to do with each other.
Unable to understand, Lancelot stopped worrying unnecessarily. More military merits were a good thing, as they could be exchanged for more resources.
"You actually have over 10,000 military merits, while I only have 4,700," Zyra muttered, glancing at the communicator in Lancelot's hand.
Lancelot laughed at the sight, tossed the communicator to Zyra, and waved it over, saying, "Use it as you like!"
Looking at the two communicators in her hand, Zyra smiled. Military merits weren't important; the key was attitude. Zyra was very pleased with her man's attitude.
"Forget it, thinking about it, I don't seem to have any resources I urgently need. Aren't you eyeing the Blue Dragon Clan bloodline? And all sorts of lightning-attribute Transcendent resources? This is a great opportunity, we can't miss it. How about this, I didn't get many military merits to begin with, I'll just give them all to you, and we can directly gather enough bloodline potions needed for the Innovation Skill..." Zyra started to plan for Lancelot how to use these nearly 20,000 military merits, not only returning Lancelot's more than 10,000 military merits, but also voluntarily giving him an extra 4,700.
Crystal Armor Luowen nearby, was dumbfounded. Could this really be done? He then looked at Lancelot with an air of reverence.
Or should I call you senior?
After learning the number of military merits they had earned, another round of bickering ensued, creating a noisy scene resembling a bustling market.
When it came to matters of personal interest, these Demigod transformed into market vendors, haggling with Belotti.
This is actually quite normal. After all, these are military achievements earned by risking one's life; it would be strange if one didn't take them seriously.
Those Demigod who died no longer have the chance to bargain, even if they wanted to.
After a while, the noise subsided, and the formal distribution of the spoils began.
However, before that, we need to open the Blue Dragon Clan's treasure vault.
Although the Blue Dragon Clan is one of the Five-Colored Evil Dragons, they are accustomed to living in clans. This creates common property, which naturally leads to the need to build treasure vaults.
Besides the personal property of each Blue Dragon, the treasure trove of the Blue Dragon Clan is also something that the Demigod eagerly anticipate.
The location of the Blue Dragon Vault has been locked; it lies deep underground in the Sand Sea Demiplane.
Opening the treasure vault requires the "Terminal Dragon Horn," Demigod inherited by the Blue Dragon Clan, which the Crimson Alliance naturally does not possess. Therefore, they must find another way.
The Alliance was prepared for this.
Then, Nether King Panna stepped forward and took out a wriggling black substance. As soon as it appeared, it emitted a strong, foul odor that was extremely unpleasant to the eye.
Zyra took two steps back, pinching her nose with a look of disgust, but she couldn't block out the stench at all.
Lancelot and Luowen looked at Nether King Panna with admiration. The latter was able to calmly hold the black substance without changing his expression, truly a ruthless person.
Pfft!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Nether King Panna smeared the black substance onto the door of the Blue Dragon Vault and traced a simple volatile spell with his finger.
The next moment, a hissing sound accompanied by yellow smoke rose.
Above the gate of the Blue Dragon Treasury, a ferocious dragon head suddenly appeared, its expression shifting unpredictably, retching repeatedly as if it had swallowed an arrow.
Not only that, the various Magic Runes on the gate were also rapidly Dissolution, like alkaline substances being immersed in concentrated acid. Upon contact with the black substance, they annihilated and disappeared. Finally, with a bang, the ferocious dragon head exploded, and the treasure vault gate opened.
Although the way the door was opened was somewhat strange, it was undeniable that it was indeed opened.
When the dazzling array of rare and exotic treasures came into view, and when the aura of Transcendent resources was sensed and captured, the feeling of disgust from the black substance just now vanished completely.
Slightly heavy breathing came from all directions, revealing the excitement of the Demigod.
Belotti stepped forward, raised her hand, and released a swarm of mechanical bees. These little gadgets were actually extremely sophisticated detection devices that could roughly calculate the military merit value corresponding to various supplies in the treasure vault.
"The data is being collected. Once the statistics are complete, the rewards will be available. Now you can start thinking about how to use your military merits," Belotti said, turning around.
At this moment, Lancelot stepped forward and asked, "Your Excellency, have you found the Dragon Tomb of the Blue Dragon Clan?"
"Found it, but not activated yet."
"Can the various resources in the Dragon Tomb also be included in the exchange list?"
Belotti glanced at him and nodded slightly. "Okay."
After a moment's thought, Belotti glanced around and said, "How about this? Let's wait until the resources in the Dragon Tomb are tallied, collect all the valuable resources from the entire Sand Sea Demiplane, add them all to the exchange list, and then start the exchange. What do you think?"
The Demigod looked at each other, and no one objected. Although they wanted to obtain their desired resources from the Blue Dragon Treasury as soon as possible, having more options was always a good thing.
Thus, led by Belotti, the Demigod once again arrived at the Dragon Tomb.
Using the same method, they opened the Dragon Tomb gate and entered.
What greets you is the powerful and profound aura of True Dragon, vast and majestic, grand and righteous.
The dragon's might permeated every inch of space.
Looking up, one could see rows of Blue Dragon skeletons displayed beneath the yellow sand.
Some are so old that they've become nothing more than skeletons, but others are relatively well-preserved; though they're dead, they look as if they're asleep.
The gaze extends deeper into the Dragon Tomb.
A colossal figure, towering between heaven and earth, barged into everyone's sight, causing the pupils of many Demigod, including Belotti, to shrink in shock.
"This is..."
Belotti flashed to the giant's side and examined him closely.
Lancelot followed closely behind, his excitement even greater.
The reason was that he felt a strong tremor from this giant, and the previously blurry path ahead became clear as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.
"Human body with dragon wings, its body covered in dragon scales, and a single horn on its forehead... It actually combines the bloodlines of Giant Race and True Dragon Clan?" Zyra stood to Lancelot's right, looking up at the enormous creature before her, her expression dazed. She actually felt a threat from this skeleton that had been dead for countless years. One could only imagine how powerful it must have been when it was alive.
"Chrysler, the Legend Dragon Giant Chrysler!" Wind Rider Keluoduo suddenly exclaimed, attracting the attention of many, but he seemed oblivious, his expression burning with passion, as if he were seeing his first love from his youth, and he stroking the giant's bones with infatuation.
"What a perfect Storm Divine Runes! Its shape and structure are simply a work of art..."
Lancelot paid little attention to what Wind Rider Keluoduo said next; his focus was on the name.
Chrysler!
In ancient times, the strongest being in the Elven Plane, Blue Dragon and Storm Giant, gave birth to their offspring.
Normally, the bloodlines of giants and True Dragon would clash violently, because the two races have been at odds with each other since the beginning of time and are considered mortal enemies.
Occasionally, offspring of True Dragon and giants are born, but they are mostly deformed and do not live long before perishing.
But Chrysler was an anomaly. He almost perfectly inherited his parents' excellent genes and rose to the Peak Demigod with unstoppable momentum, only to suddenly disappear like a shooting star across the sky, leaving behind a brilliant Legendary.
"I never expected that Chrysler's remains would be in the Sand Sea Demiplane. This special aura, like that of the Holy Spirit Bird, is it because he failed to break through to God Level and thus perished?" Lancelot thought to himself, feeling that his guess was probably pretty accurate, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why Chrysler, who was at the height of his power in ancient times, suddenly disappeared.
At the same time, a profound pressure weighed on Lancelot's heart. Even a terrifying genius like Chrysler couldn't break through the shackles of God Level, so one can imagine how difficult it would be to cross such an insurmountable barrier.
The gaze shifted and landed on Belotti, who stood motionless, as if mourning, or perhaps feeling sorrow for her kind.
Perhaps, one day, the renowned Mechanical Bishop will also be transformed into an Eternity sculpture, standing beneath the merciful gaze of the gods...