The blast waves and shock waves from the excessive combustion, like the divine spirits who wield thunder, roared with their authority, as unstoppable as the mighty power of the heavens.
On this night, Blue Dragon Akzhi exchanged a ruined Golden City and thousands of Beloved for tens of thousands of Beastn and Fishn troops.
Beastman Prince Gahn, along with his closest adjutant Cole, stood dumbfounded in the Beastman’s main camp, watching the flas of destruction engulf the twenty thousand elite Vanguard Corps of the beastn, yet powerless.
Countless surviving, strong and brave Beastman Warriors howled as they rushed out from the city, but the flas on their bodies had already ignited all flesh, and in the eyes of the remaining tens of thousands of beastn, they were burnt alive until their flesh turned to ashes and their bones to charcoal.
Tens of thousands of beastn and the remaining fishn fell silent at this mont; they stood from midnight until dawn, watching the massive city turn to ashes in the flas, burying all sins and glories, with the scorching warmth still baking their souls and bodies.
Fear started to grow in their hearts, spreading, confusion filling each warrior’s mind.
...
"Reject , reject your forgiving and rciful mother, it’s not a good choice, stubborn child,"
The five heads of Tiamat simultaneously stretched forward, each fierce head emanating anger, an invisible pressure rapidly amplified, the majestic and imposing aura oppressing Karon’s spirit.
And the overwhelming force and irresistible divine majesty.
"I have my own path to walk, rciful and forgiving mother,"
Karon’s will resisted the imnse pressure, combating this invisible force was dozens of tis more strenuous than subduing his Ancestral Dragon Blood, yet it still couldn’t shake his spirit.
"Ha ha, though I don’t favor losers, your exceptional talent urges to generously offer you a second chance, Karon Gogomola. I look forward to it, praying to before you step into death, at the brink of death, open your heart, offer your faith,"
At this mont, the enraged Tiamat returned to calm; her body was dissipating, her consciousness gradually drifting away.
"By then, you’ll know just how much your rciful mother truly cherishes you!"
Within the Dragon Nest, calmness was finally restored, and the invisible pressure instantly dissipated. In Karon’s perception, Tiamat, the Dragon God’s consciousness, had already drifted away.
Evidently, even when their consciousness descends upon the Icaria World, these divine spirits have to pay so price.
"Cherish ? Ha ha,"
A cold laugh echoed in Karon’s heart, he had no intention of being Tiamat’s henchman. Despite this eting with Tiamat being relatively cordial, Karon refused to be controlled by others, even if the path he chooses is far more perilous than imagined.
However, Tiamat generously shared a wealth of information with him, allowing Karon to have a relatively normal perception of this Five-Colored Dragon God, not as hostile as other Giant Dragons.
"Those mages are truly mad," Karon’s consciousness regained tranquility; he gained more information from Tiamat than from the ancient Magic Empire’s descendant, the white-haired old mage Lapus.
Those ancient Magic Empire Kings astonishingly utilized the traits of Legendary Mages, leveraging the World Tree’s essence that connects endless Multi-Cosmos as a tool, disseminating the essence of the mages’ cognition.
Through thousands of Legendary Mages and hundreds of Magic Kings, Demigod Mages constructed their own real-world cognition, intending to cover all living beings and worlds at the instant of connecting endless worlds, creating the ideal holand, the one true essential world of mages.
They intended to collectively achieve Ascension to Divinity and then accomplish their even greater goals.
This was the information Karon inferred from the snippets shared by Tiamat, though not necessarily accurate, it wouldn’t deviate far; even Karon’s firm will couldn’t help but marvel at those mages’ madness.
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