They all call me an Outer God.

After saying this, Oedipus disappeared, leaving only the lonely figure of the Fallen Witch. A few seconds later, she suddenly laughed. With that seductive laughter, all the plants and animals around her twisted and swelled violently, and some even split apart because they could not withstand such a size.

"Who cares whether you help me or not? I only said those things to honor old friendships. The seeds of abundance have already been sown; now it's time for them to blossom and bear fruit—"

……

In some empty, alternate dimension, the mentor is still locked in a fierce battle with his half-body.

The sharp blades rubbed together, sparking bursts of light. Where the sparks flew, tiny cracks appeared in the space. This space was not stable, and if it continued to suffer dimensional reduction attacks, it might collapse directly.

"We should go; we can't stay here any longer."

Rhine marveled at the scene before him. He had never seen his mentor display such intense killing intent before. Even though the enemy was himself, he showed no mercy and did not care at all whether his attack would completely destroy the other half of the opponent.

In contrast, Black Yvand was much more constrained. For Him, it was crucial to retrieve His brain and prevent it from suffering any damage, but His brain was completely indifferent to His life or death.

Thus, a new fallacy emerged.

Black Yvan believed his brain had been excessively polluted.

Ivan believed his body was completely idiotic.

Roert and Ria, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy watching the spectacle, finding it quite amusing.

Just as the spatial rift reached them, almost erasing them along with the space itself, they managed to dodge the attack. Fortunately, both reacted quickly and avoided the attack.

"No, we really have to go. You don't want to die in front of onlookers, right?"

Roert said to Ria, who turned to look at him without saying a word. Roert quickly realized, "How could I forget this? You are a consciousness, you can't return to reality!"

“What should we do?!” He covered his head, looking very distressed.

Lia smiled and said, "Actually, there's no need to worry about this at all."

"My body can't completely disappear, after all, my original body has long since turned to ashes."

As for his current body, he could be reborn through Swarth if he wanted to; that mythical creature could be considered one of his anchors.

"If that's the case, why don't you..."

Why not return to reality immediately?

Lia shook her head slightly without explaining why.

His game with Black Ivand was not over; the game was called "Original Sin," and Original Sin is the Seven Deadly Sins—

Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust.

In war, all the original sins of humanity will be brought to the surface. What Ria needs to do is witness the original sins of humanity and then use them to complete the tactical maneuver.

"Just watch, the real show is yet to come. The King will not be moved easily until the very last moment."

……

Above the sky, ten thousand dragons danced together. A huge black dragon with six wings sat among them, watching the giant beasts that should have been sleeping reappear and then prostrate themselves before him.

These dragons were grotesque, as if their flesh and blood had suddenly dried up during the process of decay, revealing their bones and maggots.

Each dragon had a strange glint in its hollow eye sockets. They opened their mouths and greedily inhaled the fresh air, ignoring the fact that their saliva was dripping all over the ground, corroding deep pits into the earth.

Blay watched the dragons warily: "They seem to want to eat the Dragon God and replace him rather than obey him."

The art of resurrecting the dead has been lost for a long time, and how could the resurrected creatures possibly be the same as when they were still alive?

What has been resurrected is clearly a group of skeletal dragons filled with resentment and hatred.

"Woo——"

Schwarz curled Blay back into its body and growled at them, issuing a warning, while its scales stood on end, and golden eye patterns gradually emerged above them.

It had realized that it might have been deceived; indeed, there wasn't a single good human being except for Ria.

However, it would be too arrogant for these oddballs to provoke it. But there's nothing that can be done about it; it's simply the nature of dragons.

Schwarz exhaled slightly, his ferocity already aroused, turning him violent.

Since those bastards are unwilling to obey, they have no reason to exist.

Those creatures that dare to defy Him will pay a terrible price.

Shwaal's pupils emitted an abnormally excited light. It suddenly raised its head and roared, and intense white light burst from its mouth, shooting straight into the sky. Then, the light exploded in mid-air, and eerie white flames fell down, spreading directly towards the group of skeleton dragons.

During this time, Schwarz's breathing never stopped.

With a deep dragon roar, the dragons seemed enraged, and the skeletal dragon horde surged towards the black dragon like a tidal wave. These once mighty creatures, driven by corruption, even if they regained their ability to move, could only become puppets.

They exuded a strong aura of death, casting a shadow of despair over everything around them, and their eyes, fixed on the black dragon, were filled with extreme greed and envy.

Schwarz felt disdain. It spread its giant wings, took a deep breath, and all the air around its body was instantly sucked into its lungs, then turned into a blazing white flame that burst out of its mouth.

Instantly, the raging flames ignited the sky, forming a massive wall of fire that separated the skeletal dragon horde from the black dragon. The skeletal dragons touched by the flames let out piercing screams; their skeletons melted rapidly in the fire, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

Unfortunately, even so, the dragons did not back down. Undeterred by fear or fatigue, they continued their charge against the black dragon.

Upon seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Schwarz's eyes.

It began to reflect on whether it had been too merciful. There was no such thing as mercy in the nature of mythical creatures; only utter destruction, devastating annihilation, could end this battle.

"Roar! Ro ...

The black dragon flapped its wings violently and soared into the air, its massive body drawing a dark arc in the sky. It opened its blood-red maw and spewed out scorching flames once more.

This time, the flames were no longer a single wall of fire, but transformed into countless white fire dragons that soared and danced in the air, launching a fierce attack on the skeleton dragon horde.

(End of this chapter)