The Elf Elder stared at Sean, his expression montarily stunned.
Then, his expression relaxed, and he shook his head with a helpless smile.
"So that’s how it is. My congratulations, Special Envoy."
"However, I don’t see the radiant glow of Divine Favor upon you. Could it be that the boon of Divine Favor you ntioned was a powerful, divinely favored item?"
At this mont, the Elf Elder had to admit he was suddenly a little curious.
Hearing this, Sean reined in his laughter and looked at the Elf Elder with a half-smile.
"So, old elf, do you want to know what my Divine Favor boon is?"
"If the Special Envoy doesn’t mind, I believe I am willing to take a look."
’Tch. Listening to you, it’s as if I have to beg an old geezer like you to watch. ’Willing to take a look,’ indeed.’
"But whatever. I’m done wasting my breath on you, old man."
"I’m quite impatient to see this reward for myself, anyway."
"So, old elf, allow to show you just what it ans to be one of the Divine Favored!"
With that, Sean laughed heartily.
Before the Elf Elder’s astonished eyes, he suddenly shot a thousand ters into the sky.
The battle on the front lines had just ceased.
When Sean suddenly flew up from the space between the two resting armies, he imdiately attracted the attention of many Clans.
"What are those detestable mbers of the Forest Race up to now?"
"Don’t tell they’re trying to wipe us out?"
"..."
On the Feathered Insect Race’s side, a number of their front-line Strong Persons imdiately went on alert.
"No, that’s not one of the Forest Race! It’s one of the Exotic Creatures that hasn’t retreated yet!"
"An Exotic Creature? Didn’t they all just fly away? Why is there still one left?"
"What is he trying to do?"
On the Feathered Insect Race’s side, the Moth People all frowned.
The un-winged giant insects that had not yet gone through ’Cocoon into Butterfly’ also raised their heads to look at the sky.
As for the Forest Race’s side, the nurous Elves simply looked up at the sky in confusion.
In the span of a single breath, the next mont, under the gaze of countless creatures, Sean chose to claim his rewards.
[Player ’GoldenSpearNeverFalls’ confirms the expenditure of 10,000 War Points to redeem the ’Direct Entry to Saint Tier’ reward.]
[Player ’GoldenSpearNeverFalls’ confirms the expenditure of 1,000,000 War Points to redeem ’100% Growth Level within Saint Tier’.]
[Player ’GoldenSpearNeverFalls’ confirms the claiming of the war instance reward: one portion of ’Brass Giant Dragon’ Bloodline, a Pure-blooded tal Dragon, granted by the Chief Dragon God.]
[Player ’GoldenSpearNeverFalls’ confirms the claiming of the war instance reward: ’Hurricane Divinity’.]
The barrage of notifications scrolled through Sean’s mind one by one.
The next mont, under the gaze of thousands upon thousands of creatures, the display Sean had been itching to put on began.
First, high up in the sky, Sean’s form suddenly transford into the full-power elental state of a Dragon Descendant.
He beca a giant Brass Armored Giant nearly five thousand ters tall.
Although the aura of the Brass Armored Giant was strong, it was only comparable to so of the Barbaric Star’s Clan mbers who had just achieved Initial Entry into the Saint Tier.
It was nothing special.
But in the next instant, the sky suddenly began to churn with wind and clouds.
On this recently concluded battlefield, there should have been no Magic Power left in the natural environnt of the area.
Yet now, a terrifying storm of Magic Power was inexplicably gathering high in the sky.
The storm of Magic Power was composed entirely of the Wind Attribute.
And so, under the watchful eyes of countless creatures, the entire sky suddenly darkened.
At the sa ti, from the pitch-black heavens, amidst flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder, five terrifying Tornados descended.
These Tornados all stretched down from the clouds of the Magic Power storm and surged toward the Brass Armored Giant.
And so it was.
Under the Elf Elder’s confused gaze and the dumbfounded stares of countless creatures,
these Tornados, like the purest form of Energy, were all sucked into the Brass Giant’s open mouth.
At that mont, the Brass Giant’s mouth was like a bottomless Black Hole.
It inhaled as much Magic Power as there was, showing no signs of stopping.
"What on earth is this guy doing?"
"He’s absorbing that entire, terrifying storm of Magic Power! Isn’t he afraid of bursting?"
"..."
The mbers of the two Clans broke into a flurry of discussion.
But right now, not a single one of them dared to interfere.
After all, the Strong Persons of the Feathered Insect Race had noticed that on the Forest Race’s side, many powerful Elves were staring them down.
However, Sean’s transformation was also surprisingly fast.
Because the very instant Sean finished devouring the massive amount of Magic Power, every mber of the Clans saw it.
The area around Sean’s forrly humanoid body suddenly changed!
His flesh and blood began to explode outward, seemingly starting to grow without order!
No!
That was not unordered growth.
Because after the humanoid form collapsed, that terrifying mass of flesh and blood roiled and pulsed, quickly shaping itself into a four-limbed creature.
Wings sprouted from its back.
The neck on its head was also lengthening.
And at its rear, a tail was rapidly extending.
At this mont, all the Clan mbers watching this scene were utterly dumbfounded.
"The Dragon Race?"
"Could this be the true form of the so-called Dragon Race?"
The Elf Elder clearly knew sothing about the Dragon Race, for his expression imdiately turned serious upon seeing this.
And so, right before the Elf Elder’s eyes,
a Giant Dragon appeared, its entire body seemingly covered in scales of gold.
The mont the Giant Dragon’s form took shape, the aura of the Saint Tier instantly spread out.
However, it wasn’t over yet.
Because the creature, which resembled a Gold Giant Dragon, was still rapidly expanding in size.
Eight thousand ters from head to tail.
Ten thousand ters.
Twenty thousand ters.
Thirty thousand ters.
......
The dark clouds in the sky grew thicker, and the wind blew ever more fiercely.
The storm of Magic Power, mixed with terrifying thunder and torrential Rain, poured down.
But high in the sky, the terrifying, golden, radiant thing continued to expand rapidly.
At this mont, the mbers of the two Clans on the ground all stared blankly at the sky.
They were stupefied.
They just gawked foolishly at the heavens.
Finally, when the Brass Giant Dragon was nearly fifty thousand ters from head to tail, its Body Type finally stopped growing.
Saint Tier Peak. A Pure-blooded, Ordinary Level Brass Dragon. An Elental Body of fifty thousand ters had clearly reached the critical point of its Power.
"Is it finally over?"
"Is this the aura of Saint Tier Peak?"
"How is this possible? So enormous, so terrifying? This Elental Form is already on par with the power of the veteran Demigod elders of my Race!"
"This is the Dragon Race?"
The Elf Elder was completely bewildered.
Looking at the golden Giant Dragon high in the sky, the Giant Dragon shining with endless brilliance, the Elf Elder was shaken to his core.
After all, he knew...
Sean had just been a re Tier Nine being!
’Divine Favor?’
’A single boon of Divine Favor, and his Power instantly reached this level?’
’What kind of joke is this?’
At this mont, it wasn’t just the Elf Elder whose mind was in turmoil.
Every single one of the other Demigods on the front lines for both the Elves and the Feathered Insect Race was dumbfounded.
"What is this creature?"
"An Exotic Creature? Could this be the core, powerful Race among the Exotic Creatures?"
"But why, at the sa tier, are they so much more powerful than our Race?"
No one could give the Feathered Insect Race an answer.
And then, an even more heart-pounding mont arrived!
The reward of Divinity.
For the Dragon Race, this was naturally the necessary step to break through to Demigod.
And since a Brass Dragon was a Wind Attribute Giant Dragon to begin with, this reward could be described as a precision feeding from the True Ga.
And so, in the next instant...
"ROAR!!!"
The slight pain in his body and Spirit from the breakthrough, and the exhilarating release of the explosive Power within him, caused the Brass Dragon to let out an instantaneous, furious roar.
And with that roar, in the next mont, right before the eyes of countless living beings,
the aura erupting from the terrifying Brass Giant Dragon’s Elentalized form suddenly surged once more.
And in that very sa instant, its Body Type once again began to expand rapidly.
Sixty thousand ters.
Seventy thousand ters.
Until it reached one hundred twenty thousand ters. Only then did it all finally co to an end.
An Ordinary Level Bloodline Dragon Race mber, upon their Initial Entry into the Demigod Elental Form, reached a size of nearly one hundred twenty kiloters.
This was already quite impressive.
After all, when Lince, the Ancient Dragon God, had entered the Demigod Tier, his Elental Body was only a thousand kiloters.
Ultimately, for an Ordinary Level Pure-blooded Dragon Clan mber to achieve such a form was all thanks to the terrifying Power Lince now possessed.
After all, as a ’Clan’ under the authority of Lince the Dragon God, the changes in the Dragon Race’s Power at every tier were directly related to the magnitude of his divine authority.
The stronger Lince beca, the stronger the Dragon Race would naturally be at every stage.
There was nothing more to be said about it.
But this was only from the perspective of Lince and the Dragon Race.
For the two Races of the Barbaric Star who had just witnessed the Brass Dragon ascend to the Demigod Tier, this tip of the iceberg shown by the Dragon Race was more than enough to leave them utterly horrified.
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