Huh? Are they all real?.

The more it did this, the more dissatisfied the ancient dragon became. It grabbed the dragon by the neck and pulled it out of the ground like a radish.

Looking at this 'fellow tribesman' whose head was still covered in dirt and stones.

Even He, who ascended to godhood with the body of an ancient dragon, couldn't quite hold back:

You really leave me speechless.

He watched as this ancient dragon, arguably the most powerful deity in history, spoke to him in this manner.

The evil dragon was trembling with fear, almost wetting himself on the spot.

"I need it to live."

Fortunately, the goddess's voice rang out at this moment, like heavenly music.

This made the evil dragon breathe a sigh of relief.

What surprised it even more was that when the goddess spoke, the other party also said:

"I didn't intend to kill it either."

After saying that, he threw the unfortunate creature aside, leaving it to continue hiding in the ground like an ostrich dragon.

Upon catching a glimpse of this scene, Gu Long, whose eyebrows twitched, forced himself to look directly at the goddess before him.

Facing this ancient dragon species, which is said to be the strongest deity.

The goddess Denise simply looked up and asked:

"You knew everything?"

"I know some things, but not all of them."

"I thought that if it were Gu Long, he would at least maintain his pride."

These words made Gu Long slightly shift his gaze, and he then said:

“Those children have been burdened by a curse for too many years. They have been enslaved by wealth and become puppets. I can no longer accept this reality.”

"So, I won't stop them. I'm sorry for the losses this has caused you, and I will try my best to compensate you, but for now..."

Gu Long turned his head back and looked down at the goddess, saying:

"Goddess Rungomminiad, immediately withdraw the Holy Lance and take your king away, or we will have no choice but to go to war."

He had only recently learned the details himself.

Before this, He only knew that His people were doing certain things.

Some things that might not be in line with the pride of the dragon race.

His attitude toward this was tacit acceptance.

Because of the departure of all the ancient dragons, the curse that the new generation has been burdened with since birth, and countless years of loneliness, etc., all of these have made Him mentally and physically exhausted to this day.

He was tired, and He wanted to change.

Therefore, unable to step forward to support or oppose, He could only acquiesce.

But when things got to this point, He found that He couldn't even accept it.

Therefore, He simply stepped forward and stood beside His own kind.

He calmly issued his threat to the goddess in front of him.

"Without the Holy Lance, you are no match for me. So, turn back now. If you stop here, I will do my best to give you an explanation."

"I don't want to kill you; this is my final concession."

Gu Long knew very well what that world was like, after all, his brothers had tried it once.

He knew that the king who wielded the Holy Lance was someone they could never defeat.

Therefore, He needs to use a more direct approach to force the other party to make concessions.

However, the goddess's answer was also very simple and straightforward:

"I am a weapon. How can a weapon disobey its master?"

So, your answer is no?

The enormous ancient dragon narrowed its eyes slightly.

Beside Him was a storm that was gradually rising and taking shape.

"Not only do you lack the Holy Lance, but you've also strayed far from the sea. Under these circumstances, what do you have to fight me with?!"

As the ancient dragon's voice and aura grew increasingly intense, it suddenly slammed its claw into the ground.

The ritual, inscribed with the blood of the evil dragon, shattered instantly.

At the same time, it also marked the outbreak of the war of gods.

First, the evil dragon was blown into the sky by a raging storm, whether from a goddess or an ancient dragon, no one knew.

It was a colossal creature, after all, and had no chance to resist this power.

They could only watch helplessly as they soared into the sky.

Then, feeling weightless, it plummeted downwards.

Fortunately, it wasn't too useless; it still remembered that it was a dragon and could fly.

Even so, it still couldn't steady itself despite flapping its wings in a hurry.

Even at such a high altitude, it was still being turned upside down by the aftershocks of the battlefield below.

The storm and the dragon's roar nearly tore its body apart.

This forced it to fly desperately towards the sun.

That was the only glimmer of light it could still see at that moment.

The divine war below had only just begun when it turned the entire sky and earth into chaos.

Only the sun's radiance could still offer some guidance on its way out.

At that moment, it didn't even know if it was flying backwards.

All he could do was scream in terror:

"Oh my god! Mommy, I'm scared! I don't want to play anymore! Anyone, anyone, please help me! It's so scary!"

The wailing, evil dragon struggled to fly toward the only remaining light it could see.

That had become its only hope.

Standing up, they were truly giant dragons of mountains, yet in the aftermath of the divine war between the two true gods, they were as helpless as a small boat in a raging storm.

The fact that it was still alive under these circumstances was only because both true gods wanted it to live; otherwise, given its size, it would likely have been instantly taken away by something right from the start.

But even so, it was only after flying for a while that it discovered that the sun was also being blocked.

The only light source that could guide it has now disappeared.

This caused it to collapse and scream:

"Ahhh! Waaaaah! Primordial Goddess, anyone is fine, God, save me! Waaaaah, this place is too scary, I want to go home, I want to go home!"

The wailing, evil dragon could only struggle and rise and fall amidst the swirling winds and rain.

It only struggled for a short while before giving up.

Because it had seen more than once the massive fragments formed from the collapse of one or several mountain peaks flying past its eyes.

'Forget it, let's just wait to die, this is fucking hopeless!'

With this thought in mind, and unable to fly out no matter which way he looked, and unable to find the evil dragon in any direction, he completely gave up on treatment.

I'm preparing to wait for a mountain to fly over and crush me, then send it rolling back to the old home of the People's Federation.

Perhaps because it had completely given up the struggle, it was instead somewhat at ease to observe what a divine war was all about.

Although the sandstorms everywhere obscured its vision, making it difficult to see clearly.

But judging from the fragments of mountains larger than it had seen before, this was indeed a force beyond its imagination.

Moreover, it finally came to understand what the high-sequence divine power was.

Because it heard the ancient dragon's roar:

"You can't beat me, give up! A weapon without a master is no threat at all, don't you understand?"

The evil dragon determined that the sound must be far away from it.

But as soon as it heard it, it felt its body and soul being torn apart.

Even the terrifying battlefield seemed to be suppressed and frozen.

Is the Storm Goddess about to lose?

This was the evil dragon's first reaction.

It makes sense when you think about it, since she was a powerful deity who ascended to godhood from an ancient dragon. The Storm Goddess not only didn't have the Holy Lance, but she was also far away from the sea, which was her home ground.

It's perfectly normal to lose.

But isn't it too fast?

Besides, if the goddess loses, will I really be okay?

As the evil dragon pondered, it witnessed a scene beyond its comprehension.

The pale blue moonlight tore through the sky obscured by the storm.

The cold, dark moon that had been drawing ever closer to the world shone with its endless radiance over this devastated land.

With the sudden intervention of the Dark Moon, not only was the yellow sand brought by the storm and divine power cleared away instantly.

Even the two true gods located at the center of the battlefield were seen by the evil dragon.

The goddess didn't lose, but she did seem to be at a disadvantage.

Moreover, judging from their expressions, they seemed surprised by the arrival of the Dark Moon.

Thinking of this, the evil dragon couldn't help but swallow hard.

Will it escalate into a three-way battle?

Chapter 325 The Last Ancient Dragon, The Last Hero (4k)

The once raging battlefield has returned to calm with the intervention of the third deity.

This allowed the evil dragon to see the entire battlefield.

All that was once is gone and gone.

All that remained was desolation; the scorched earth was riddled with cracks, and wisps of black smoke rose from the deep ravines. The dried-up riverbed was piled with rubble, and occasionally, fragments of sacred creations would appear.

The mountains I remembered have all disappeared, except for the smallest one, which I don't know why it's still half there.

The sky was shrouded in dark, purplish-red clouds, tinged with the cold glow of the dark moon, accompanied by rumbling thunder. All around was silent, save for a profound sense of desolation.

The evil dragon hovered in the sky, its eyes filled with complex emotions. It slowly flapped its wings, and the resulting air currents only caused dust to rise and fall slightly. This land seemed unable to withstand any further disturbance.

This is a war of gods, far exceeding the exaggerated nature of any weapon it could comprehend.

Moreover, it always felt that this was already the result of their great restraint.

After glancing at the sun that had reappeared.

Ultimately, the evil dragon, still wanting to survive, quietly descended back to the ground and crawled away swiftly like a nimble lizard, unnoticed by anyone.

In fact, all three gods noticed its subtle movements.

Even at this moment, all three of them were somewhat taken aback by it.

The best one is the Storm Goddess. As the embodiment of a weapon, she doesn't have many emotional fluctuations, and she already had a general idea of ​​what kind of person he was.

So she only glanced at it, and after confirming that it was indeed alive, she looked away.

The ancient dragon, who for some reason also intended to keep it alive, frowned violently. Even if it wasn't Drakarian himself, it was still far too much of a challenge to its tolerance.

This is simply the greatest disgrace to the dragon race in millions of years!

The most surprised person should be Darkmoon, who had just joined. She hadn't been watching this side the whole time because she had some inferences that needed to be verified.