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Chapter 975 The True Dragon Appears

The white dragon was beheaded, and the demonic dragon howled.

Lothar stared at the white dragon whose body was gradually disintegrating, leaving only a skull as white as jade, and felt a slight unease in his heart.

This dragon, which possessed the aura of Jormungandr and seemed to have been born from the remains of Jormungandr like an obsidian dragon, and was a calamity that threatened the world's destruction, was dealt with so easily? He didn't even activate his true dragon form, let alone reveal his trump card.

But then I thought about it again, and the Obsidian Dragon, the offspring born from Nidhogg's remains, was probably only at this level of strength.

Adding to this, this guy was unlucky enough to be hunted by Koko before he could fully grow up. After his death, his strength was further reduced after being made into a shamanic artifact. It seems reasonable that he was shot and killed by the Dragon Slayer Crossbow.

“You have a magical artifact specifically designed to subdue spirits.”

Although it is a question, it sounds more like talking to oneself.

Kuo Kuo's expression was calm, as if he had accepted his defeat with equanimity.

But in reality, he was far from being as calm as he appeared.

Both the White Dragon Spirit and the Dragon Slayer Spear were his masterpieces, but he never expected that these two magical artifacts would perform so poorly in front of Lothar.

Doesn't this mean that if he weren't blessed by fate, he wouldn't be able to compare with the other party based solely on his talent and wisdom?

“What an extraordinary young man. In my life, I have seen countless heroes, but most of them are not worthy of their reputation. Only Master Chongyang can be considered to have a truly worthy reputation. Now, I must add you, Losahan, to the list.”

Kuokuo's figure suddenly appeared beside the white dragon's skull. He raised his hand to stroke the illusory arrow that had vanished, the dent it had left on the white dragon's skull, as if lamenting the severe damage this magical artifact had suffered.

Ladon's three heads all looked up at him, and his six eyes, like little suns, burst forth with undisguised malice. Then, dragon flames suddenly erupted, spraying out abruptly towards the wide-open space without any preheating.

boom--

His broad figure vanished like a bubble.

Along with it disappeared, the white dragon's head, which had shrunk back to the size of a fist and was now a translucent white skull.

In the sky, white clouds gathered and condensed into a human face with clear hair and beard.

A chilling aura slowly permeated the heavens.

“Lossa Khan, this is your last chance to retreat. It is true that you are born with a minor destiny, but under the great destiny of the Tatars, if you insist on going your own way, you will only be crushed into dust.”

He no longer called Lothar's destiny "false." In fact, Kokochu had realized that he had encountered the greatest adversary of his life.

Anyone else would have retreated long ago when faced with such an enemy. Superhumans are not thugs who would fight to the death for the smallest gain. If they could sit down and talk, no one would be more inclined to roll up their sleeves and fight.

But Kokochu is different. He rose to power by taking advantage of the Tatars' destiny and was destined to follow the will of Heaven. If Lothar tries to stop him, he will be blocking his path and becoming his mortal enemy. If the Tongtian Witch loses his "Tongtian" ability, wouldn't he be just like the little Wusun boy whom he despises the most?
As Kuokuo ascended into the heavens, a chilling divine might suddenly pressed down upon him.

In an instant, the spiritual energy of the flames in the world rapidly dissipated, squeezed out by the spiritual energy of other attributes, and was no longer driven by Lothar and Ladon. Invisible rules pressed down on the two of them like heavy mountains.

The face reflected in the sky seemed, for a moment, to be a manifestation of the will of the Eternal Heaven.

Lothar, perched atop the dragon's head in the very center, couldn't help but sneer.

He looked up at the human face that the clouds had transformed into, and was somewhat surprised that despite having an old voice, the face that appeared from the clouds was unusually young.

"Anyone who didn't know better would think the white dragon that was just shot down was mine. Mr. Kokochu, in all our previous encounters, have you ever gained the slightest advantage? If there truly is a destiny in this world, then my destiny, Lothar's destiny, is the greatest destiny!"

He pointed to the surrounding world, declaring the land his kingdom, and set up his own "palace."

Under the whole world, could it be the king's land.

On the shore of the land, could it be the king's ministers?

The former weakens the enemy in all aspects, while the latter can reduce the damage inflicted on one's own side by half. With the two combined, Lothar is the god of the world in this 100-square-kilometer "Lothar Palace".

"Since you speak of destiny, then open your eyes and see whose destiny this really is!"

Lothar's eyes turned into a brilliant gold, and in the East, only an emperor or a dragon about to rebel and seize the world could possess such a vast dragon aura that swept up: "Kokoch, I never believe in fate, because I firmly believe that man can conquer nature."

The aura belonging to Lothar met the overwhelming heavenly might without hesitation, and for a moment, there was a sense of evenly matched strength.

The face in the clouds remained indifferent: "Stubborn to the end."

boom--

Suddenly, thunder and lightning arose from the clouds.

Having abandoned all the spells of shamanism, Kokochu finally revealed his "all-encompassing abilities" befitting his name.

The hidden, destructive thunder seemed determined to strike down all those who defied fate on the spot.

The dragon of destiny raised its head high, its beard and hair bristling, its claws bared, and the fine lines between its lava-like scales seemed to be ignited. As the new Sassanid king and emperor of the overseas empire, even though no one was watching in person, its "universal support" still gathered the will of countless people.

That was people's fear, hostility, and hatred towards the brutal Tatars.

Inside the city of Howezan, countless Sassanids prostrated themselves on the ground, praying devoutly. At this moment, in their eyes, the dragon that stretched to the heavens and roared at the sky amidst countless bolts of lightning had become the embodiment of the sacred fire.

Heaven's will is like a knife, treating all things as straw dogs.

Perhaps it was destined that the Tatars would soon ravage the world and establish a vast empire unprecedented in human history, but those who fell under this war machine and were crushed into dust and powder were absolutely unwilling to accept it.

They are weak and powerless; they drift with the tide.

Their beliefs and aspirations were worthless under the iron heel of the enemy.

But at this moment, Lothar inherited their will, using his "popular" talent as a foundation and his newly acquired title of "New Sassanid King" as an aid, filling this overwhelming public opinion into the dragon's aura of destiny.

Boom——

Lightning struck from the clouds.

The enormous three-headed dragon had no time to dodge and was struck squarely by the continuous barrage of lightning. In an instant, its mind went blank, its scales were charred black, and it howled in agony all over its body.

It shook its head violently a few times, feeling as if the lightning had not only struck its body, but also injured its soul.

Keep in mind that this was still within his own boss's palace, and he still possessed the residual power of his boss and Nia the wolf.

"Go away, Ladon. This is no longer a battle you can get involved in."

Upon hearing Lothar's telepathic message, Ladon immediately turned and ran, not daring to even flap his wings, for fear of being struck by more lightning if he flew too high.

Under such divine might, Ladon, who had already begun to explore the power of rules and was considered a strong figure among legendary ancient dragons, felt as vulnerable as someone who had just been born and was hiding in a dragon's nest during the first thunderstorm.

Fortunately, the human named Koko did not intend to pursue it and let it run out of the cloud cover.

Looking back, all that could be seen was the still-standing phantom of the red and black dragon amidst the endless intertwining of lightning.

"Do you think the boss can hold on?"

The Poison Dragon Leader scoffed: "Don't do anything foolish. If you can't hold on, so be it. The boss has three lives. He's not afraid of dying twice. If the three of us brothers are gone, then we're really gone."

The cursed dragon head said helplessly, "I didn't plan to go back to help. I wouldn't be of much help anyway. I just feel that in these few short years, our strength has improved so quickly that we are now even more outmatched by the boss."

The Fire Dragon remained silent. It often boasted that it was the number one general under its leader, but now it seemed that with its current strength, it wouldn't last long under its leader's full power and would be easily killed.

A cold, aloof figure slowly landed on the demonic dragon, raised a hand to recall the ghost-faced shield, and said in a cold voice, "Stop."

"Madam, the boss ordered us to retreat!"

The Poison Dragon Leader hurriedly made a statement.

The Cursed Dragon Head also said, "Madam, although your shield's defensive power is astonishing, the lightning summoned by the enemy cannot be withstood simply by being tough enough. In particular, the aura contained within it has a great restraining effect on your ghost-faced shield. It is best not to get involved in the battle."

Prajna looked up and gazed at the face in the clouds, and said softly, "Shut up."

Of course she knew what the thunder represented; it was divine punishment, also known as the Heavenly Tribulation in the world of yesterday's giant ship. It was a tribulation that only immortals who were truly about to ascend to immortality had to overcome, and even the immortals in her previous life's books were not qualified to undergo it.

Under such power, even the real Gate of Hell would be greatly restrained, let alone the Ghost Mask Shield, which is just a fragment of it. If it were to be used to withstand it, it would probably be blasted to pieces on the spot.

She ordered, "Come with me to pick up Nina."

Koko's current situation is not good either. He is born with the will of Heaven, which sounds powerful, but in reality, he could be assimilated by the will of Heaven and lose himself if he is not careful. He does have almost "omnipotent" power right now.

However, this great power seemed to encounter a huge obstacle in front of Lothar Khan, making it difficult to fully exert its power.

That kind of obstruction was clearly something similar to the divine will he was entrusted with.

Kokochu called it "small" destiny, but it was actually more similar to the "dragon aura of the Son of Heaven" in the Central Plains, which belonged to the thoughts of all living beings rather than "the will of Heaven".

"Let me see how long your so-called 'human will can conquer nature' can withstand the will of the Eternal Heaven."

In the clouds, Kuokuo's brows furrowed slightly.

Countless raindrops poured down, landing on the illusory dragon shadow, but they were even more effective than the lightning from before, quickly corroding it and leaving it riddled with holes.

"Without the protection of this dragon shadow, I'd like to see how you'll withstand the will of the Eternal Heaven!"

howl--

It was accompanied by a long howl.

A crimson-black dragon, even larger than the three-headed dragon and the white dragon, suddenly appeared. It had crested horns on its head, and its scales had lava-like crimson patterns, just like the illusory dragon shadow, but it was a real, tangible entity.

His enormous, fang-filled maw opened, followed by a dragon roar that shook the earth. For a moment, all was silent; even the rolling thunder ceased its roar and fell silent.

The illusory dragon shadow began to shrink, overlapping with the materialized demonic dragon.

"Is this what they call the art of transformation?"

Kokochu once sat down and discussed the Dao with the eminent Taoist master Chongyang Zhenren. Later, when Chongyang Zhenren's first disciple, Changchunzi, was under the Khan's command, the two also met many times. Although Kokochu was an arrogant person, he always admired capable people.

He thus learned that the Taoist school possessed seventy-two transformation techniques, and when mastered to a high level, the transformed creature was almost indistinguishable from its original form.

The immortal Chongyang once transformed into a dragon and slithered into the great swamp in front of him, retrieved a mermaid pearl, and returned safely, which amazed him at the time.

But now it seems that Lothar's transformation technique is even more advanced than that of Master Chongyang. No matter how he looks at it, this is a genuine legendary demonic dragon with extremely noble blood.

"Ha, ridiculous. What use is turning into a demonic dragon at this point?"

"I was worried that you were too small and that the lightning wouldn't hit you."