After evolving from an eagle-man into an angel, I annihilated the gods.

The world of Solora, the continent of Solora, the Northern Star Dragon Empire.

Seven enormous stars hung high above the empire, their seven different colors of light flashing at different times.

Although the Star Dragon Empire was founded by the Star Forger Dragon, Feros, it is a vast empire composed of multiple races.

In this empire, there are no nobles, only imperial citizens. Every race enjoys equal rights within the empire.

The empire's monarch and emperor, Pheroth, was a powerful dragon who was passionate about conquering, ruling, and exploring the astral plane.

With the deliberate indulgence of the gods of Solora, he broke through the limitations of the dragon bloodline and became a super strongman with power equivalent to a mid-level god.

Of course, his ability to grow to this level was also due to his assurances to the gods of Solora; the Northern Empire was merely taking another step south.

After all, he doesn't need faith; his territory and population are enough for him to explore the astral plane.

Another point he understood was the predicament faced by the gods of Solora. The neighboring world of Falkelon had been invaded by abyssal demons, and a third of its land had already been eroded. They desperately needed powerful forces to help Falkelon resist the abyss.

As a Starforged Dragon who doesn't follow the divine system, Feros knows his own worth, which is why the gods of Solora are willing to allow him to grow stronger.

Similarly, he also has ties in this world. In his imperial harem, there are dozens of imperial concubines from various races of Solora.

And his empress was even the daughter of Thor, the goddess of rain, Velafi.

This forced him to confront the first major hurdle for the Empire as it ventured beyond the Astral Plane: whether or not to support the world of Falkren.

This day.

Inside the imperial palace of the Northern Empire.

This is a vast palace made of countless gold, jade and crystals. A giant dragon emperor, whose body is thousands of meters long, sits on the palace’s huge throne, and a beautiful goddess stands on his shoulder.

Before the throne of the colossal dragon stood a god of equal middling power, the God of the South Wind from the world of Fakeren, who delivered a letter from a great god of Fakeren.

"Your Majesty Phiros, Lord Anramas sent me with his greetings."

"In the world of Falkelon, we have prepared land, divine realms, and a vast amount of spiritual materials for Your Majesty. As long as Your Majesty is willing to support Falkelon, even if you do not follow the path of the gods, we will regard you as one of the gods of Falkelon. And in the future, after we gain the upper hand in the war, any land you conquer will be your empire!"

The colossal Starforged Dragon shook its head.

"What appeal do your lands and divine realms of Fakeren still hold? The entire world is teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught of the abyssal demons' army."

He laughed without hesitation.

"Furthermore, is the war advantage you're talking about something you won in a dream? The Silver-Eyed Demon God is still hovering over Falkalon, and the demon army has already advanced to the foot of your Sky God's holy city."

"If it is captured, the Sky City of that great divine power will likely lose its faith and its combat strength will decline, affecting the entire situation."

"And also, you think the territories we conquer in the future will belong to me? You're lucky if you can even hold onto the territories you have now."

The God of the South Wind paid no attention to what the enormous dragon said, and he laughed.

"His Majesty Dilens has decided to move the Holy City to the rear. Even if the Holy City is breached in the future, the impact on combat strength will be negligible. The Silver-Eyed Demon God will still be restrained by them for a long time to come."

"Every additional powerful warrior on our side will have a positive impact on the battle."

"But have you ever considered that the Demon King of the Abyss is not the entirety of the world of Fakeren!"

"Starforge Dragon" laughed.

"Your Majesty, please believe that the destined savior of Fakeren will surely appear. If another great divine power appears, or a powerful divine power that is absolutely supreme, the tide of battle can be turned. I have heard that Your Majesty has fought against overwhelming odds many times, and is invincible among those of the same level. If you reach the level of a powerful divine power, that destined person might just be Your Majesty!"

The God of the South Wind spoke earnestly.

Starforge Dragon laughed heartily after hearing this.

"What you said is very interesting! God of the South Wind, you should be the god of communication. Back then, it was you who acted as the messenger and persuaded Deminidi, the god of thunder!"

“Your Majesty has the insight to see that I do indeed have the divine authority of the God of Communication. Back then, it was indeed I who went to persuade Lord Thor.”

The God of the South Wind laughed.

"Alright, I agree. Once I break through to a powerful divine level, I will lead my imperial legion to the world of Falkelon to participate in the war of the abyss!"

"However, I have one request, and it's specific to you personally."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

The Path of the South Wind God.

"If the world of Falkelon is conquered in the future, I will need you to serve as a diplomat for my Star Dragon Empire."

"No problem, but I believe the world of Falkelen will prevail!"

The God of the South Wind smiled.

"However, I still want to ask His Majesty Phiros, when will you be able to break through to the level of powerful gods?"

"Hehe, within a hundred years, I will surely become a powerful god. Just wait, your destined master might really be me?"

Phiros laughed loudly, the enormous sound wave shaking the heavens and the earth, causing the entire capital of the Star Empire to tremble.