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Early in the morning, the residents of the capital received a major piece of news.

A gentle breeze swept down from the high sky, conveying the Dragon King's decree.

"The day after tomorrow, I will hold a grand ceremony in the capital and meet with the envoy from the capital."

As the Dragon King's voice echoed in the wind, the entire capital fell into a moment of deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, a roar of exclamations erupted.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the illusory palace high in the sky, their faces filled with disbelief.

The first half of the Dragon King's statement is perfectly correct. The day after tomorrow is indeed the "Creation Day"—legend has it that the Dragon Emperor and the Dragon King created all things on this day.

The whole world will hold a grand ceremony for this, and in fact, the residents of the capital and the ministers in the Palace of Reality and Illusion are already making preparations.

The only problematic part is the second half of the sentence.

"How could that be? Who has bewitched the Dragon King? How could he possibly allow those hypocritical scoundrels to come to the capital?"

The residents of the capital looked puzzled, and many exclaimed that there were treacherous ministers around the throne.

Many fanatical kobolds have even picked up weapons and are clamoring to purge the court of corrupt officials.

Little did they know, even the Dragon King's ministers in the palace of illusion and reality were completely bewildered.

Many high-ranking officials had indeed heard some rumors before, such as that the Dragon King was secretly in contact with the capital, seemingly plotting some kind of conspiracy to overthrow the world.

But everyone just treated it as a joke. After all, it had been a long time since the gods had been trying to win his favor. In fact, many of the beauties in the Dragon King's harem were offered to him by the gods.

Even if there might be some underhanded dealings in private, everyone believes that it's just some scheme by His Majesty the Dragon King, like giving a bowl of rice to stray dogs on the roadside out of pity.

After all, in the eyes of the dragons and their retinues, the world belongs to the dragons, and the gods are nothing more than a pack of hyenas scavenging for food at the dragons' feet, not worth paying attention to.

But the decree issued by the Dragon King tore away this veil of arrogance.

"The world is about to change..."

Many officials shook their heads and sighed softly, their feelings extremely complicated.

The atmosphere in the capital was somewhat somber, but in secluded places, wildfires blazed and flickered.

"Heh, I think this Dragon King is a fool."

A sharp, shrill Yingzhou accent rang out from the sewers.

The rat-man with the pointed snout and monkey-like face sneered, his words full of contempt:

"Even I know the principle of dealing with a tiger for its skin. The gods can tell at a glance that they have ill intentions. Yet this Dragon King is acting like a naive and innocent person, eagerly welcoming people over."

The rat-man spat and stuffed the mechanical prosthetic eye, which had popped out due to his excitement, back into place.

Then he stood up, climbed to the top of the garbage heap, and looked at the countless scarlet eyes in the darkness.

"Men, grab your weapons and bring out all the stockpiles. By the day after tomorrow, I want to see the entire capital city riddled with bombs!"

"To hell with all those damn gods and those idiot dragon kings, blast them all to the heavens!"

"Awooo! Bomb it to the sky!"

A group of ratmen shouted excitedly, then picked up their filthy equipment and scattered along the sewers of the capital.

At the entrance of a dilapidated church, two dark-skinned elves were smoking.

The manhole cover beneath their feet suddenly began to tremble. One man squinted and asked:

"What's that noise?"

"Ha, what else could it be but noises coming from the sewers? Those damned ratmen, of course."

The other person sneered, stomped his foot hard, and casually threw the still-burning cigarette butt into the sewer.

"what!"

A scream rang out; clearly, one of the unlucky ratmen had just been burned.

"Damn it! What kind of beast is this?!"

An angry shout rang out, but the man paid no heed and let out another cold laugh:

"Hehe, lower creatures are lower creatures, so noisy."

"Luckily, we are noble elves. If I had to play the role of a ratman or a goblin, I wouldn't be able to stay in this godforsaken place for even a day."

Clearly, this dark elf is a player, as his accent has a strong Western flavor.

"Alright, stop complaining."

The other person stubbed out his cigarette and nodded slightly to the street.

"Those CIA guys are here too. Let's go, the rally is about to start."

Over there, a group of burly, green-skinned orcs were walking by, followed by a Cyclops and a Golden Behemoth.

A group of people were running rampant in the street, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Thankfully, this is the capital of the dragon race, and the buildings are sturdy; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to support the weight of these guys.

"Heh, a bunch of brutes. I don't know why the chairman and the other chairmen invited them."

"Our opponent is a dragon. Without uniting with several powerful races, we might not be able to defeat it, and besides..."

He paused, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

"Someone always has to risk their life, right?"

The other person smiled knowingly and pushed open the church door.

squeak-

The old door hummed softly and trembled slightly, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The leading orc chuckled and said:

"Are you that poor? Let's talk business in some ruins. If that doesn't work, come to our place. We have plenty of room and lots of good wine and meat."

Behind him, the others burst into laughter, their attitude full of contempt.

Behind him, the others burst into laughter, their attitude full of contempt.

The two dark elves' eyes flashed coldly, and they were about to speak when a clear male voice came from inside the church:

"My church is indeed not as grand as your tribe's large tent, but it has a long history."

"This is the birthplace of a god-king. People built statues of him, but as the dragons took over and established their capital, this church gradually fell into disuse."

The handsome human priest stood before the collapsed statue and made the sign of the cross on his chest.

Then, he turned his head, smiled, and waved to everyone:

"Come in, everyone. The day after tomorrow, we're going to kill the Dragon King in front of everyone. We have a lot to discuss."

Before the words were finished, ripples suddenly appeared in the space.

The orc chieftain felt a blur before his eyes, and when he came to his senses, he and his group were already sitting properly in the prayer area.

"This guy..."

Looking at the priest's sky-blue eyes and the dazzling sunlight shining on him, a hint of surprise flashed in the orc chieftain's eyes.

His combat strength is among the top in the Seventh Sequence, and he is a well-known professional in the North.

But they were completely unable to react to the power the priest had just used!

"Is it a space-based system? Or...?"

The moment a guess formed in his mind, he heard the pastor chuckle:

"It's just some trivial tricks."

The orc chieftain's pupils constricted, and a chill crept up his spine to his head.

"Don't be nervous, we are partners."

The pastor offered a gentle reminder, then patted a broken piece of the idol before sitting down with an air of nonchalance.

"No matter how strong I am, I cannot overthrow the entire capital with my own strength, let alone kill the Dragon King despite all the obstacles."

"Therefore, we must all work together."

He looked at everyone with a smile, his words full of sincerity.

"Let's skip the formalities. If we weren't willing to cooperate, we wouldn't be gathered here."

A haughty dark elf said coldly, raising his chin slightly as he spoke to the priest:

"Since you called us here, you must have a plan. Tell us about it."

His commanding tone made many people feel very awkward.

Meanwhile, some people dressed in clergy frowned and looked angry.

But the pastor simply smiled, nodded, and said:

"That's right, I do have a plan, or rather, I know the general outline of this illusion."

After he finished speaking, a dazzling light shone in everyone's eyes.

Although everyone inherited the memories of their current roles, and even among those present were officials from the Palace of Illusion and Reality.

But with just these resources, it would be utterly impossible to plot and kill a Dragon King who stands at the pinnacle of the world in the capital.

But if the pastor really knew what happened during this vision, things would be much easier.

"The events in this illusion are a very important historical turning point, called the 'Change of Reality and Illusion' or the 'Beginning of the Extinction of Dragons.' It is the turning point in the dragon race's decline from its peak, and even its rapid extinction afterward."

"From this point in time onward, the true dragon, as the first child of the world, retired, the gods ruled the world, and all races took center stage..."

The pastor seemed to know this history very well, and his description was so vivid that everyone felt as if a magnificent historical scene was unfolding before their eyes.

As they listened, many people grasped the key points.

"So, the best time to kill the Dragon King is at the grand ceremony the day after tomorrow?"

The pastor nodded, his eyes full of approval.

"Got it, so you're going to disrupt the grand ceremony? Easy, I'll go back and get the kids ready, then we'll just do it."

The orc leader said this, then stood up to leave.

"Wait, I haven't finished yet."

Seeing everyone's bewildered expression, the pastor's lips curled into a slight smile as he said:

"We must not only avoid disrupting the event, but we must also make it happen."

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