As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

The strong dragon aura and the pure power of holy light spread together.

Even after death, there will be residual power on the corpse of a supernatural creature, not to mention a mythical creature-level dragon.

The originally dead corpse trembled slightly, like a wave stirred up by a stone, releasing invisible ripples of power.

Charlotte and Rob frowned slightly in discomfort.

Alice's eyebrows trembled as well, and she felt a chill. Holy Light Transcendents were already more sensitive to evil forces, so for her, this was a significant reaction.

Roy felt even more anxious, as if something from the ancient underworld, a giant being far more terrifying than a dragon, was giving him a deep glance.

The surroundings seemed to fall into darkness, losing both light and sound, with only the trembling heartbeats clamoring the most instinctive fear of living things.

When Roy came to his senses, he realized that cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes.

Bahamut and Theresa, who personally detected this power, looked much uglier than Robert and the others.

It seems that it was through Bahamut that he felt the power that led to Nidhogg's corruption.

Seeing the two people's reaction so big, Rob couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "What's going on?"

“Let’s talk about the conclusion first.”

Theresa exhaled a breath of foul air and said in a serious tone, "There are remnants of the power of death in Nidhogg's body."

"You may have heard that a few years ago, the [School of the Necromancer] sacrificed the lives of an entire city to lure the God of Death to descend."

"Didn't the church successfully stop them?" Charlotte was a little surprised.

Theresa smiled bitterly and shook her head, revealing the inside story: "No, they succeeded. The God of Death did send down a part of his true self."

"It was only the Pope himself who killed him on the spot. Even so, the whereabouts of the Reaper's remains remain unknown, a hidden danger that the Church has been unable to resolve to this day."

"I never thought that the evil god's relics from the East Continent would be related to the Black Dragon..."

If the evil god's relics were disturbing enough, the following news was even more horrifying.

"But besides the breath of death, I also feel another more terrifying power..."

Having said that, Theresa, a high-level transcendent, couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Bahamut, holding the dragon staff, spoke at the right moment and sighed, "Let me explain."

"Nidhoggr's body still holds the aura of the [World-Destroying Disaster]."

These words were like a bolt from the blue to everyone present, except Roy, who was shocked but not too surprised.

While Viszea was generally peaceful at the moment, the [World-Destroying Calamity] was no secret to the leaders of all factions. Roy had previously revealed this information to them, which had been confirmed by Angel.

The [World-Destroying Disaster] that destroyed the mythological era is no mere legend, but a real threat.

Now, as a witness who had fought against that natural disaster, [Dragon King Bahamut] would surely give a more detailed explanation.

"It's no surprise that Nidhogg was corrupted by the power of the Scourge. But I never imagined the power of the Scourge would become so active..."

"Wait, wait." Rob scratched his head, a little unable to keep up.

"So what exactly is this [World-Destroying Natural Disaster]?"

"Ah, if I were to start explaining this..."

After considering for a few seconds, Bahamut spoke again: "It is a power that tempts people to fall."

"It's difficult to resist and purify. If a living being is contaminated, it will pollute the entire bloodline from top to bottom. A strong bloodline can temporarily resist that power, but if the heart and soul are not strong enough, there is still the risk of being eroded."

Looking at his fallen offspring, Bahamut murmured sadly, "It's most dangerous when one's heart is vulnerable."

Upon hearing this, Robert unconsciously touched his chest, where the black dragon had planted the mark of defeat, so that he could not participate in the final battle against the seven heavenly dragons.

"It seems that my heart is not strong enough." Rob laughed at himself.

"But, hasn't this [World-Destroying Natural Disaster] been resolved by you?" Charlotte asked.

"Rather than a solution, it's more like... a temporary delay. Back then, we gods united and tried to destroy it by force, but we were unable to do so. We could only temporarily seal it away. Too many demigods perished in that battle, and even more were tainted by this power... Unfortunately, it's far from a solution."

Bahamut said it lightly, but it made people feel the cruelty of the battle and felt heavy-hearted.

That was a crisis that even the ancient gods could not resolve together, and it brought the mythological era to an end.

With the current strength of mankind, how can we compete with it?

Chapter 114: Incomprehensible Fun

"Nidhoggr suffered a severe blow and should have perished. I've always wondered how it managed to survive until now. Now it seems the power from the [World-Destroying Scourge] has revived, and the power of the Death God you mentioned has reawakened it. This is not a good sign in any way."

Bahamut's words were very subtle, but they were enough for people to hear the warning.

[World-destroying natural disaster], cultists, and dragons. When these three originally unrelated threats were combined together, Roy felt inexplicably uneasy.

He suddenly remembered that a similar situation had occurred at the border of the empire. The undead among the demons colluded with the [School of the Undead] and cooperated with the actions of the imperial family under the planning of a certain mastermind behind the scenes.

Judging from the results, all parties have ulterior motives and are not united, but when they act together, the threat they pose is far greater than that of a single party.

Take this incident for example. Nidhogg, who was defeated by Bahamut, was in a dying state and could not cause any trouble for several epochs. However, he obtained the remains of the god of death at this time and made a comeback.

Roy had thought about this issue before. He always thought that if the sky fell, there would be high-ranking people like the Sage, the Holy Nun, and Robert the Lionheart to support it, and it would not be his business. But now, he is a high-ranking person.

Roy felt it necessary to sound the alarm for all parties.

"Is there a possibility that it's not just because of the [World-Destroying Natural Disaster], but that someone is pushing something behind the scenes?"

Roy explained to everyone his discovery at the border of the empire and his own guesses.

Rob couldn't help but complain immediately: "This is ridiculous!"

"Cooperating with a cult and demons? Even harnessing the power of the [World-Destroying Natural Disaster]? What good would that do him? Who would want to destroy humanity?!"

Theresa also held her forehead anxiously and sighed, "It's hard to say."

"Demons are inherently bloodthirsty, and the minds of cultists cannot be judged by common sense. Perhaps that person is one of them. If they could truly harness the power of the [World-Destroying Calamity], they might not refuse to do it."

Bahamut gripped his cane tightly and said worriedly, "Everyone, please be careful. If anyone truly gets their hands on the power of [World-Destroying Calamity], they will not only be an enemy of me, but also of all living beings!"

No one present was ignorant of the overall situation. Both Robert and Theresa decided to strengthen investigations and precautions in the future.

Even though there is no evidence yet to prove that the dragon clan's war is related to him, the mysterious man who united the imperial family, the [School of the Undead], and the undead must be regarded as a potential threat that must be vigilant.

The former Dragon King fell silent, with storm and bitterness brewing in his eyes, as if he saw his past.

Sensing his ally's melancholy, Roy asked with concern, "Lord Bahamut?"

Dark Gold's eyes grew cloudy, and his old soul grew hazy. "I simply cannot comprehend what kind of ruthless person would possess such a destructive power and stand against all living things."

Everyone present couldn't help but feel the same way when they heard this.

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"Totally incomprehensible."

"Clown, you are not welcome here. If you are here to invite us to your carnival, you have come to the wrong place."

Deep in the dark forest, there is an abyss where even sunlight cannot penetrate.

On top of a towering tree, thousands of branches were twisting, and countless believers withered and withered, yet exuding a corrosive force, surrounded them. A woman in a mysterious ancient robe faintly appeared, casting a cold look.

The clown, who was being looked down upon like an ant, raised a funny smile and looked at those rotten villains with disdain.

"When adults are talking, how can a child go away? Call your mother to talk!"

The dead, whose bodies have long since decayed, no longer have any expression of joy or anger on their faces, but that does not mean they cannot get angry.

A tremendous force began to brew, and along with it emerged countless vines and branches that seemed to be wriggling with life.

“No need.”

Until countless men, women, old and young mixed together, but a motherly voice could be vaguely heard, and the eerie sound fell like the breeze blowing through thousands of leaves.

The giant trees trembled, and countless eyes opened in the dark woods. The decayed dead crawled on the ground, welcoming the arrival of the Mother Goddess.

"Ah! Mother Nature, long time no see! Your look is even cooler than before! Hmm, flesh and blood are weak, and all things wither away. What a philosophical thought! It's so much higher than those giant lizards who only know violence..."

Just as he said, the clown seemed to have met a long-lost friend and couldn't help but talk incessantly.

But the god that [All Things Wither] believed in did not leave him much patience.

"Joker, I know you killed Death."

"It was you who incited the dragons to reignite the war."

The clown clapped his hands happily: "That's easy to say."

"The time has come."

"The hypocrites in the East are hiding in hiding, and Lionheart has been severely damaged by the war between the dragons. Isn't now the best opportunity for you?"

The cold wind blew, and the branches and leaves trembled with a sneer.

"Stirring up chaos, invoking disorder, you are only trying to use me."

"Oh, we've been friends for so many years, it's so disheartening to hear you say that!"

After waving his hands and complaining, the clown leaned against the tree trunk, looked up and smiled.

"At least you can say it's a mutual exploitation, right?"

"What if I refuse?"

"You think you have a choice?"

Thousands of eyes, densely packed with yellow and black pus, were spread all over like stardust. In contrast, the eyes of chaos and nothingness looked back without hesitation.

The evil and profound power spread invisibly, causing countless monsters within a radius of a hundred miles to tremble, go crazy, and flee in panic.

But then a breeze blew by.

Nothing happened.

Instead, it was the clown who first closed his eyes of chaos and nothingness, and his harmless smile reappeared.

"Just kidding."

"But I mean it when I say best time."

"This generation's false king's blood is quite troublesome. Not only has it reached a high level, it has even defeated Nidhogg in his prime... You should understand what this means, right? That was the demonic dragon that once polluted the entire dragon race and dared to bare its fangs against the Dragon King."

"And his relationship with the Forest Spirit isn't simple. I know you prefer to wait and see, but if this continues, perhaps he'll grow to the point where he possesses the power to threaten you."

The pus stopped flowing, and the star-like eyes fell silent, as if thinking about something.

Regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, the clown turned and left.

"etc."

"Ok?"

"Why are you telling me this? I'm not part of your plan."

"Why, why?"

After muttering twice, he turned around, his bright red lips, pale cheeks, waxy yellow eyebrows, and paint-stained face trying their best to show off an extremely exaggerated smile.

"If I have to say, it's because it's fun!"

Chapter 115: Nia Returns!

The Academy City brings together elite adventurers from all over the world, but when it comes to adventure, the frontier is always the guilds close to the border.

Knights in blood-stained armor, tall and mighty facing terrifying orcs, or mages casually adjusting magic potions, adventurers at every table are either happily discussing the next mission, or returning home with spoils.

Wine, barbecue, and the smell of blood from the corpses of Warcraft all embody the romance of adventurers.

Unlike the guilds in the city, the border guilds have busier tasks. The adventurers here are active on the front lines all year round and are therefore more courageous.

Naturally, foul language and drunken brawls were common, and the corners were filled with adventurers trying to make fights and stirring up trouble, making the scene noisy and lively.

Few women would enjoy such a messy scene.

Unless she is a natural risk-taker.

"Oh, you're finally back!"

A girl in a dark green cloak entered the guild, escorted by a bare-armed archer.

The emerald green side ponytail swayed lightly, and the slender waist and voluptuous body could not hide the beauty of the figure under the robe. And the voice as sweet and fresh as a nightingale was so refreshing that it made people feel like spring breeze. In such a chaotic and noisy scene, one could not help but calm down and linger in it.