Huh? Are they all real?.

Was it a victory or not?

The Golden Flower Lord, wielding a greatsword, ripped off her elven robe, revealing her signature long, pointed ears and the light and agile skirt armor she wore.

She was among the first high elves, and like the ancient dragons, she came directly from the primordial source.

After gazing for a moment with her emerald green eyes, she threw the elven robe she had taken off into the air.

The elf robe, which her daughter and husband had woven together, did not flutter in the wind as usual; instead, it fell directly to the ground.

Even the sacred tree emblem, embroidered with the sacred golden thread drawn from the sacred tree and rubbed over a thousand years, was instantly stained black.

This unexpected turn of events caused the Golden Flower Lord's pupils to shrink sharply.

A moment later, she turned directly to the people who were still staring blankly into the distance and shouted:

"An evil god!!!"

But her reminder was still a step too late.

When the last high-ranking demon could no longer hold onto the edge of the abyss and was sucked into it.

The abyss, which stretched almost across the Old World, exploded instantly.

The crimson smoke, carrying countless lava clumps, shot straight into the sky.

A massive shockwave erupted from this point and swept across the entire world.

This devastating storm did not shake the powerful ancient dragon.

He still stands there like a mountain, even though the real mountains around Him have been completely shattered by the storm.

He was not afraid of powerful enemies; the ancient dragons were never afraid.

He was puzzled because this power, which he should have never seen before, felt familiar to him.

Ancient dragons may be undaunted by storms that can so easily destroy mountains, but mortals on the Old World cannot.

Even from a great distance, the high-ranking members, led by the Golden Flower Lord, still felt the apocalyptic hurricane.

They survived, but what about the others?

The apocalyptic storm that was only felt a moment ago is now right in front of us.

This unprecedented speed undoubtedly represents an unstoppable force.

This is the call of death!

The abyss demands death and blood from mortals!

Faced with such power, the will of mortals is utterly useless, and even angels and demigods can barely protect themselves.

However, just before this apocalyptic scene completely engulfs everything.

Before being completely swallowed by darkness and crimson, the witch, taking one last look at the world of light, sent out a small, pale blue flower.

This was her final blessing.

Before Constantine conquered and sealed the Abyss, many others had also ventured there.

Legend has it that among these people was a man who, in order to save his wife who had been abducted by a demon, defied the gods' advice and stepped into the abyss.

In the abyss, the demons mocked the man, saying:

'If you can complete our trials and tribulations before everything is completely over, you will be able to bring your wife back!'

So the man overcame many difficulties and completed countless trials, and finally, he found his wife who had been lost in the abyss.

But even though he tried his best, he was still too late.

The beautiful girl who once wore a pure white wedding dress has been stained with the darkness of the abyss, and is slowly turning into withered bones amidst endless malice and blasphemy.

When the man finally arrived, he saw the girl, who had been bound to a withered tree by countless thorns, completely shed her last bit of flesh and blood.

Even the demons were deeply saddened by this scene.

Because the man was just one step away, really just one step away, from being able to pull his wife out of the abyss.

Overwhelmed with grief, the man embraced his wife, his tears falling onto the earth of the abyss.

Amidst the demons' blessings, which were neither a sign of pity nor mockery.

The earth, dampened by tears, sprouted nameless, pale blue flowers.

This flower was later called the Blessing Flower because its origin stemmed from a sacred wedding that should have been blessed by everyone.

From then on, the abyss also possessed a unique gentleness and beauty.

The witch was offering a blessing flower.

She is the daughter of the abyss, and thus she bestows upon the abyss its only tenderness.

When the Blessing Flower left the witch's palm, everyone saw the pale blue petals fall from an unknown place.

The petals fell, and the storm subsided.

This left the survivors utterly astonished.

The ancient dragon, gazing into the abyss, frowned even more, the sense of familiarity growing stronger.

The daughter of the abyss sent her blessing, calming the storm that demanded death and blood.

But the malice of the abyss will not stop because of this.

It needs to be born.

It needs to arrive.

It needs to move forward.

The black and crimson that enveloped the witch began to grow flesh and blood.

Veins, like tendrils, began to grow from the top, constructing an incredibly massive body.

The power of demons, the sins of the Old World, are the flesh and blood and nourishment of this body.

Having been denied birth before, it finally came into being after four eras of waiting and three eras of unexpected events.

But that wasn't enough; it craved more.

It was a noble being who was destined never to be born, and it deserved more, so it continued to demand offerings!

Therefore, black snow came from the sky.

That was the malice and blasphemy of the abyss.

The brave warriors recognized its wickedness and called out to their comrades to find refuge.

But how many places of refuge can there be on a battlefield riddled with holes?

So the powerful warriors gave up their positions, and the wounded warriors held onto the stretcher.

They faced the abyss of incompetence amidst unrestrained mockery.

But when the black snow falls on you, it just melts away so easily.

It harbors boundless malice, yet poses no threat to them whatsoever.

This greatly puzzled the brave people.

Behind them, around the memorial shrine, the people who thought that the demons would be sucked away and they would be reborn did not search for their companions who had fallen in the ruins and pools of blood.

They were all scrambling to seize other people's food and wealth.

Things from the dead are the easiest to take; this is a truth they've remembered since childhood.

The dazzling gold of wealth blinded them to its allure.

The enticing aroma of the food made them ignore what was above them.

When the black snow completely fell, the second third of the people finally died.

What a mockery! Under the endless malice of demons and the abyss, the second third has only been fully offered up now.

Before the demons arrived, the first third of the supplies were offered up by humans themselves in just four days.

From that moment on, the demon, composed of fire and malice, let out a vicious cry directed at the whole world.

Faced with this boundless malice.

Humans all closed their eyes in fear, too afraid to look into that malevolent abyss.

The elves covered their ears in fear, too afraid to listen to the blasphemous voice.

The dwarves also hid in the mine in terror, not daring to think about the terrible demon.

When the devil crawled out of the abyss, the gods cried out in alarm, and the kings were thrown into chaos.

They recognized what this demon was!

Then another strange phenomenon appeared on the ground: a monster, resembling both flame and demon, crawled out from the earth. Its appearance brought about the death of a third of humanity because they did not believe in justice. Its advance brought about the death of another third of humanity because it devoured evil and grew stronger.

The ancient dragon, who should have been facing this demon, was no longer there.

There is nothing left to stand in the way of the devil.

It laughed, unleashing an almost endless torrent of mockery and ridicule.

The Old World still belongs to it!

The remaining third also belongs to it!

On the outskirts of the Old World, the ancient dragon soared ahead with a solemn expression.

Behind Him was the evil dragon Drakarian, who forced Him to leave.

This successor, whom He favored most, brought from a distant land a message that left Him utterly humiliated and filled with helplessness:

"When you are born, everything in the world will be your kingdom, and nothing in the world will harm you."

"You will be high in the heavens and rule over all that is seen."

"If anyone goes against all of this, its power will be your power, and its malice will be your malice."

"All the harm you suffer will be done to it, and all you will get is its head."

These words are the great primordial blessing and promise to this unborn being.

It was these few words that finally made Him understand why He felt this power was strangely familiar yet couldn't recall why.

Because that thing is the eldest son!

The eldest son who was never born!

Originally, He transformed His firstborn son into the Abyss and placed it at the bottom of the world, allowing Him to absorb all the malice and chaos from the world, thus balancing this imperfect world.

This was a necessary measure, but it was excessively unfair to the eldest son who was unable to be born.

Therefore, the primordial gave Him these four promises and blessings.

The dragon race is the strongest and most perfect being; He is the god of the dragon race, and He should be fearless.

But now, He has no choice but to leave.

He was indeed no match for that noble monster.

He didn't even know whether challenging the other was a plea for the dragon's forgiveness or an accusation against the dragon.

He could only leave.

And in a distant, foreign land.

In that real starry sky.

Many soldiers and high-ranking officers of the Human Alliance looked at the strange man who had requested to be isolated deep within the starship and who claimed to be a god with puzzled expressions.

Amidst the watchful eyes of countless soldiers, He shouted almost frantically at everyone:

"There's still someone! I still have a brother alive! Hahahaha, I'm not alone! I won't face Him alone, I still have a brother, I still have a brother!"

Amid the man's madness, the number 7 kept appearing throughout the starship.

Chapter 270 The Savior Arrives (6k)

The man on the starship was frantically repeating that he had a brother.

Meanwhile, Moen waited anxiously on the surface for the summons from the other side.