Douluo 2: This Dragon God has too much martial virtue

And now Qiangu Jingyin's behavior has become even more crazy. He actually wants to create a god with his own hands, using nearly 100,000 lives that may fall in desperate situations as sacrifices to water a sacred flower that he has carefully selected.

How many factions could resist the temptation of creating a god? Long Xiaoyao sighed silently. For the Qiangu family, this temptation was perhaps even an obsession etched deep within their blood. Since the ancient days of the Spirit Hall, their family had served the angels for generations, witnessing the glory of the Angel Gods and enduring the long silence after their departure. Now, there was a chance to personally cultivate another god of their own, one that might even obey their commands... Qiangu Jingyin's actions seemed to have a certain fateful explanation.

Long Xiaoyao smiled self-deprecatingly. He felt that he was probably really old and really couldn't understand this kind of crazy gamble that risked everything, including other people's lives and future.

His gaze inadvertently swept over Mu Xing and Di Tian, ​​who was always by her side. These two were probably as radical as Qiangu Jingyin. He could sense that they acquiesced to, even welcomed, Qiangu Jingyin's crazy plan. Weren't they themselves personally involved in a larger gamble?

Although Long Xiaoyao didn't know exactly what Mu Xing wanted to gain from this god-making event, perhaps it was a plan related to the divine realm, or perhaps it was an opportunity to break some shackles, but it must be a goal on the same level as "God".

His colleagues and superiors, from humans to dragons, were all gamblers, each one more lucrative than the last. Only he, an old man waiting for retirement, seemed out of place.

That's all. Long Xiaoyao gathered his thoughts and suppressed them. How the decision-makers would proceed with their gamble was not his concern, or rather, it was not something he dared to interfere with. He simply confirmed one thing: the fate of the remnant army, from the moment they were chosen by the Eternal Mirror, was no longer a simple annihilation. Instead, they became the most bloody chips in a terrifying gamble.

Long Xiaoyao's departing figure was isolated from all the disturbances in the outside world. In the spacious conference room, only two inhuman figures were left.

The dragon's might in the air showed no sign of abating. Di Tian's deep voice broke the silence, carrying a subtle sigh: "That human is determined..."

"Creating a god... the Qiangu family's ambition to regain its glory." She tilted her head slightly. "Do you still remember how the Rakshasa and the Angel fell?"

Di Tian naturally remembered that they were two gods from the same faction, and they were mother and daughter, and their endings...

"The Rakshasa God fell, and the Angel God lost his power. Both were unable to return to the God Realm, leaving their powerful god positions vacant." Mu Xing's tone was filled with cold sarcasm. "They were merely stepping stones for Tang San. What's even more ridiculous is that he was able to use the rules to allow his companions to occupy five second-level god positions in one go."

"In the eyes of the God King of Destruction, every god, especially the first-level gods, is an indispensable force in the God Realm and is invaluable. Tang San, out of selfish selfishness, suppressed dissidents, resulting in the loss of two first-level god positions. Yet, he exploited a loophole in the rules and claimed to have used five second-level god positions to 'compensate' for the God Realm's loss. This is the first time I've heard such shameless rhetoric."

Di Tian also came from the God Realm, so he clearly understood the God of Destruction's concerns. "If the throne remains vacant for too long, the laws will become stagnant and weak. This is especially true for first-level deities like Rakshasas and Angels, who govern relative laws. Their absence would be an immeasurable loss to the God Realm in the long run."

"So," Mu Xing nodded slightly, "Qian Gu Jing Yin wants to create a god, to recreate the God of Angels... That's interesting, isn't it? Regardless of his original intention, if he can succeed, I think father will be happy to see it happen, right?"

The two dragons' gazes met in mid-air, each understanding the other's thoughts without further words. Qiangu Jingyin's mad plan, at the human level, was a family's ambition and cold calculation, but at a higher level, it unexpectedly aligned with the God of Destruction's expectations.

Mu Xing acquiesced and even assisted in promoting this plan, not just for fun, but also to respond to the will of the God of Destruction and plant a chess piece of their own in this game of chess with the divine realm as the background.

Creating a god? Di Tian snorted inwardly, the dark golden fury in his dragon pupils surging with the thought of a specific target. Wang Dong… Tang San's inferior bloodline, what else did she have besides the inherited godhood and that ridiculous jealousy? He didn't exclude all powerful people from approaching the monarch. For example, the strength, wisdom, and value of Alex, who shook the world with his necromancy, were enough to earn his cautious approval.

But what about Wang Dong? A worthless creature who only serves to stir up internal strife, cause chaos, and drain the king's patience and resources! Her very existence is an insult to the very word "value." What can she bring to Xing? Nothing but trouble and worthless entanglements!

His thoughts drifted back to the recent conflict. That inherently evil brat from the Tang family had dared to draw his sword against Mu Xing simply because of his childish, ridiculous feelings for him! Who did she think she was? Was she worthy of coveting the emperor's gaze? The feeling of being offended stemmed not only from the other person's actions, but also from their very existence. To him, it was a nuisance and a blasphemy against Mu Xing.

Recalling this, Di Tian felt a surge of pleasure, a mixture of violence and contempt, deep within him. But, trash is trash after all. Did she think that holding the insignificant second-level rank of Butterfly God could make up for her inherent incompetence? She deserved nothing more than impotent rage! Did she think becoming a god meant she could challenge him? Even if he had to take a blow from her, he would crush her show-off toy with his own hands!

He could still almost see the other party's incredible shock and humiliation as their divine weapon shattered, which greatly satisfied his sense of joy as a victor. Moreover, he could receive the king's mercy and healing, and feel her power flowing through his blood...

This evil cow cat experience of Carter Meow is so worth it!

In his eyes, eliminating Wang Dong was a means of removing a useless, negatively impacting burden from the king's side. It was a necessary measure to optimize resource allocation, not a conspiracy to eliminate dissidents. He listened to Mu Xing's reference to the God of Destruction's will without any wavering emotion. The God of Destruction cared about the laws of the throne, while he cared only that the king should not be surrounded by such a low-quality burden.

If the new Angel God can prove its worth, then the old, useless Butterfly God should naturally be eliminated, especially since she still has Tang San's abominable blood.

? ? The damp male ghost is indeed my comfort zone