Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

The golden torrent of dragon breath, like a celestial river bursting its banks, rushed forth for thousands of miles, carving a terrifying trench tens of meters deep into the floor of the secret chamber, its edges completely glassy, ​​before finally crashing heavily into the end of the chamber.

“Rumble——!!!”

The foundation of the entire fasting place groaned under the weight of this terrifying blow, and countless cracks spread wildly in all directions like ferocious centipedes!

Smoke and steam filled the air, shrouding the entire sealed room in chaos.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

What was presented to everyone was an apocalyptic scene that would terrify any living being.

That terrifying dragon, which only exists in mythology, still stretches its sky-covering head across the world it itself tore apart.

Its massive, mountain-like claws were tightly gripping a... bloody, mangled "thing" that was almost unrecognizable as human.

That "thing" was none other than the once arrogant sixth seat of the Ancient God Church!

At this moment, his lower body had completely disappeared, and his upper body had been crushed by sharp claws, leaving him with only his last breath, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat, like a broken bellows.

His eyes, once filled with resentment and arrogance, were now filled only with boundless fear, pain, and bewilderment at the impending loss of his life.

And on the other side.

The fourth seat, a high-ranking member of the Church of the Ancient Gods known for his calmness and wisdom, was scrambling up from a pile of rubble in a disheveled state.

His condition is slightly better, but only slightly better.

The arm he used to block the dragon's breath had been completely carbonized, turning into black powder at the slightest touch, falling down in a flurry.

His black hooded robe, a symbol of mystery and nobility, was now tattered, revealing his severely burned and mangled body.

He coughed violently, each cough spitting out black blood and fragments of internal organs with a burnt smell.

His eyes, hidden in the shadows, were fixed on the mythical beast suspended high in the sky, filled with extreme fear.

lost.

Completely defeated.

They didn't even have the right to resist.

From the moment this dragon descended, the outcome of this battle was already predetermined.

Immeasurable?

Ha ha……

Before true mythical beings that transcend the laws of the world, the so-called "limitless level" is nothing more than a laughable, self-deceiving title.

However, at this moment, it wasn't just the two of them whose hearts were filled with immense shock and fear.

Old dog Wu!

This terrifying old man, who had lived for countless years, witnessed countless storms, and possessed the heaven-defying existence of "Wang Xu," was now like a primitive man seeing an airplane for the first time, his mouth agape, staring blankly at the giant dragon, completely unaware that the gourd in his hand had fallen to the ground.

His mind was reeling.

He replayed everything that had just happened in his mind over and over again.

He copied Lu Xuan's abilities.

He used that ability.

Then... a real dragon descended.

This logical chain is simple and clear, yet it is absurd to the extreme!

"Summon... a dragon?"

Wu Laogou's lips moved unconsciously, his voice hoarse and dry, filled with incomprehensible bewilderment.

"What...what kind of ability is this?! What the hell is this forbidden realm?!"

He exhausted his vast memory but could not find any known forbidden ruin that could accomplish such an inconceivable thing!

call!

This is not manipulating elements, not distorting space, not mental interference!

This happened out of thin air! From another unknown spacetime, a mythical creature with independent will and world-destroying power was summoned!

This ability has already gone beyond the scope of "Forbidden Ruins"!

This is more like... more like the authority that only ancient gods in legends possess!

Wu Laogou's gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, abruptly shifted from the giant dragon to the figure not far away who remained calm and composed, as if none of this concerned him.

Lu Xuan.

This kid...

Just who is he?!

What kind of monster is he?!

At this moment, Lu Xuan, who was being watched by everyone, also felt a slight ripple in his heart.

"Tsk, that's making a bit too much noise."

He looked at the majestic and domineering dragon, stroked his chin, and muttered to himself.

This was the first time he had seen his [King of Forbidden Ruins] ability used by someone else.

The results... certainly exceeded his expectations.

He knew this ability was powerful, but he never expected that when used by Wu Laogou, the owner of "Wangxu," it could directly summon such a complete and powerful dragon form.

It seems that the [Formless] King Ruins truly possesses unparalleled abilities in "copying" and "simulating." It didn't merely copy the [Forbidden-Ruins King]'s "summoning" command; rather, it amplified and strengthened the command's effect to its extreme using its own vast energy!

"Great job, finding this free 'effect tester' was definitely worthwhile."

A satisfied smile curved the corners of Lu Xuan's lips.

He not only got a spectacular show for free, but also gained a clearer understanding of the limits of his own abilities.

Just then, the giant dragon hanging high in the sky seemed to sense something.

Its enormous dragon eyes, like molten gold, slowly turned and finally landed on Lu Xuan.

Those eyes, which were originally cold, indifferent, and dismissive of all things, actually... actually revealed a hint of...

Humanized...

Intimacy and...reverence?!

It's like a loyal pet summoned by its owner, waiting for the owner's next command!

This scene once again shocked everyone!

Especially the fourth seat!

He was on the verge of despair and collapse. When he saw the look the dragon gave Lu Xuan, an absurd yet terrifying thought, like a black lightning bolt, instantly cleaved through his chaotic mind!

He...he understood!

He finally understood!

This old man! This terrifying old man who possesses the King's Ruins is not the key at all!

He was merely... an executor! A "trigger"!

The one who truly controls all of this...

The one who truly summoned this mythical dragon...

It was the one who stood aside the whole time, watching the show like nothing was wrong...

The one wearing the blue and white striped hospital gown...

juvenile!!!

This realization terrified him a thousand times more than the dragon's arrival itself!

A guy who can make the owner of the Royal Ruins act as a "trigger," and who can treat summoning mythical beasts as an "ability"...

he……

What kind of being is he exactly?!

Are they ancient gods? Demon gods? Or... some higher-dimensional life form that they simply cannot comprehend?!

The extreme fear eventually turned into a hysterical, desperate scream!

The fourth seated man, no longer caring about his own injuries, pointed at the indifferent-looking youth with his only remaining, intact hand. With the last ounce of strength in his body, he hoarsely asked the question that had been swirling in everyone's minds, yet no one dared to ask it aloud:

"You... what kind of monster are you?!"