[Worm Tribe]
Sunny floated a hundred feet above the city, a whirlwind of ash and fla below. The sll of burning earth and incinerated flesh was a thick, tallic haze, but his expression remained as placid and indifferent as marble. His arms were folded neatly behind his back, his attention already fixed on a point far in the distance: the holand of the Abyss Dragon Tribe.
The screams were fading now, replaced by the deep, rhythmic crush of his newly created force. Below, countless earth beasts—hulking golems, beasts of fused rock and sand—were thodically dismantling the city. Behind him floated ten Knights, their armor gleaming with power, their swords still sheathed at their waists. Each of these creations possessed the chilling strength of a Peak God Rank warrior and, thanks to his affinity, an absolute 100% immunity to Earth-based attacks.
’The power scale is shifting too quickly.’
Sunny had created a shield of Knights stronger than his original rcenaries, forcing the forr "at shield" to take a secondary role. He ignored the incessant, celebratory pulse of experience notifications on the system screen.
He moved, a swift, non-teleportation trajectory, ensuring the sheer magnitude of his carnage was clearly visible to anyone who possessed the necessary sensory scope. He wasn’t just defeating enemies; Sunny was erasing entire ecosystems, carving a blood-soaked path just to deliver a single, terrifying ssage to the dragons.
’Let them feel the fear before I even arrive.’
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[Abyss Dragon Tribe]
The valley was a colossal, natural fortress, dominated by a single mountain peak where a colossal black dragon, rested. His body, covered in obsidian scales, was a living hill, his imnse tail circling his bulk like a watchful black snake.
A much smaller, though still magnificent, red dragon descended in a flurry of wind and gravel. It landed, instantly bowing its head low.
"My lord," the ssenger panted, its instincts screaming urgency. "An enemy is approaching! He wipes out everything in his path, leaving only fire and dust. We must mobilize a defense!"
The dragon’s massive head rose, his eyes—two molten pools of red magma—fixed on the distant, shimring sky. A profound weariness settled over his colossal features.
"Did you not feel it?" Its voice was a deep, resonating rumble that vibrated through the stone valley floor.
"The fundantal shift in the world’s elental balance. Elental Prism is gone."
The smaller dragon, lifted his head in confusion. "Umm... Yes, my lord, but what does the demise of that long-ago enemy have to do with this current threat?"
The colossal dragon roared, the sound a wave of raw power that slamd the red dragon backward. It was not a roar of anger, but of overwhelming existential dread and history.
"Didn’t you know the prophecy?!" Its voice was agony.
The dragon scrambled to his feet, instantly bowing his head so low his snout scraped the dirt, fear replacing confusion:
"Forgive ! I... I never forgot! ’We, Abyss Dragons, are bound to submit and serve the one who defeats Elental Prism! Our ancestors died by her hand, and the prophecy was made as a covenant! We owe our lives to this person, lest Elental Prism one day returns to wipe us all out!’!"
"Good," The dragon murmured, the weight of the ancient oath settling on his massive shoulders. He stood, his forelegs shifting the mountain walls beneath him. This was not a mont of defeat, but the end of a long, humiliating wait to the abyss dragons.
"Bring the Tribe Artifact," The black dragon commanded, his voice regaining its kingly authority:
"We will greet our new Ruler at the border. The ten thousand dragons have a future now! And spread the news—we are not preparing for war, but for submission."
He flapped his huge wings once, sending a gale force through the valley, and shot into the air, a massive, dutiful shadow flying toward his destiny.
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[Abyss Dragon Tribe Border]
Sunny stopped, his army freezing in lockstep below him. The air thrumd with raw power. Thousands of dragons—red, silver, black, and erald—were flying toward him, led by the gargantuan Dragon.
’They are all God Rank dragons.’ He assessed clinically: ’And that colossal black one is only a single step away from entering the First Order Rank.’
A small frown of annoyance touched his face.
"But why aren’t I feeling any killing intent from them?" he muttered, raising a hand to signal his army to wait. His earth creatures stood motionless, their green, glowing eyes fixed on the approaching horde.
The colossal dragon landed exactly fifty yards from Sunny, the impact shaking the ground. The giant dragon didn’t posture or threaten; he simply lowered his head slightly and asked, his voice steady:
"Are you the one who defeated Elental Prism?"
Sunny remained silent, his mind racing: ’These dragons are nothing like the paltry ones in the Dragon Nation. Their elental power is too pure and overwhelming. Only this single black dragon could easily wipe out that entire Dragon Nation.’ He focused the system on the leader.
{Na: Ladon.}
{Bloodline: Eternal Elent - God Rank.}
{Rank: God Rank. Stage 20 (Peak God Rank).}
{Strength: 5,000,000.}
{Agility: 5,000,000.}
{Stamina: 7,000,000.}
{Defense: 10,000,000.}
{Attack: 5,000,000.}
{Spirit Energy: 10,000,000.}
{Note: Target cannot put on any armor.}
’Ten million in defense and spirit energy? You have to be kidding ! System, show his Bloodline detail.’
{Eternal Elent: Can manipulate the four basic elents (Earth, Fire, Water, and Air). Gained 100% increase in all stats at night.}
’Why am I now seeing enemies this powerful everywhere I turn?’ He thought, the reality of the Lower World Mythic Realm’s danger setting in again.
’How dangerous are the other worlds mythic realms if a tribe of dragons, confined to a deep valley, harbors this much might?’
He pushed his confusion down, replacing it with the calm arrogance of a conqueror. He nodded, accepting the title.
"Yes," Sunny stated, his voice ringing with elental power. "I am now the new Elental God."
Ladon stared at him for a long, silent mont, absorbing the confirmation. One by one, the thousands of dragons behind him began to land—a storm of colors and scales settling into an orderly mass.
The next mont, in a single, perfectly coordinated wave, the thousands of red, black, silver, blue, green, and yellow dragons lowered their colossal heads in unison. Ladon, the mighty leader, lowered his head even further, his snout touching the earth.
"We pay our respect to the new Ruler!!" They all yelled, the sound a thousand-fold thundering chorus that stunned Sunny into silence.
’What the fuck is going on?’ Sunny thought, his entire carefully planned entrance of terror dissolving into utter, bewildered confusion.
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