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"This is the Holy Staff, given to me by a fallen unicorn senior!" said the unicorn girl.
I was interested for a moment and did not expect that the other party had such equipment.
It seems that there is no need to wait for the other party to die to explode the equipment.
"Holy Light Technique!"
The unicorn waved the staff, and a huge light arrow appeared beside her.
Then, the light arrow flew toward me, and I had no intention of retreating. I rushed directly toward the other party.
The huge light arrow pierced his body like a drizzle.
My body radiated intense heat, and I moved in front of the other party again in an instant.
Less than five meters away from the opponent, a deafening dragon roar was unleashed.
Westbey felt that the magic power in her body was almost stagnant, and the holy shield surrounding her also showed flaws.
At this moment, I bit Westbey directly, and the magic wand in her hand emitted a white light.
At the critical moment, her body shifted a few meters, avoiding my teeth.
But my head suddenly seemed to have a phantom, and one turned into two.
The new head bit Westbey's body...
Westbey was caught off guard and had no time to think carefully about why the other party had suddenly grown another head.
With a click~
The seemingly indestructible shield on Westbey's body was directly bitten into pieces by my teeth, turning into starlight and dispersing. So far, I had not encountered anything that I could not bite.
But in an instant, Westbey's body also turned into white light and dissipated at the same time. Then, a dazzling white light appeared not far away, revealing her figure.
Westbey's face seemed even paler. She directly inserted her staff into the ground, clasped her hands together, and silently recited some mysterious spell.
A blinding eruption of white flames ignited around Westbey, spiraling upward like a divine beacon piercing through the abyss.
The fire expanded outward, swelling with an overwhelming radiance, consuming nearly half of the reincarnation space in its holy fury. Within its incandescent embrace, a vast, indistinct silhouette of a god loomed, watching over the battlefield with silent judgment.
Westbey's expression remained grim.
The Holy Flame of Light was the pinnacle of divine fire—an existence that could burn space itself, unraveling dimensions like dried parchment.
And yet, this cursed place remained untouched.
Her plan had been simple: summon the Holy Flame, force a tear in this dimension, and slip through the rift before her enemy could react. But the eerie, prison-like void showed no sign of yielding, no distortion, no rupture—nothing.
This place refused to break.
The flames themselves were cold.
Though they burned brighter than a dying sun, I felt no heat. Yet every fiber of my being screamed at their presence, as though my very soul recoiled in revulsion. This fire was not holy. It was something else entirely.
Westbey, unfazed, compressed the flame into a razor-thin spiral, condensing the divine light into the curved horn of a spectral unicorn.
And then, she struck.
The unicorn's lance shot forward at blinding speed, faster than thought, aiming straight for my chest. I twisted, stepping through the void to avoid it—only to find the weapon twisting with me.
It was relentless.
The small, elegant spiral horn punched through my armor like molten steel through wax, shattering the blackened dragon scales that had withstood countless wars. A vicious, searing pain erupted from my chest as the horn bored deep, tearing through flesh, arteries, and bone. A heartbeat later, it reached my core.
Then, it detonated.
A violent, soundless explosion ripped through my body from the inside out. Half my heart disintegrated into nothingness, reduced to charred remnants by the purging flames. The force of the blast hurled me backward like a broken meteor.
A bellow of agony tore from my throat, shaking the very air.
Wings folded, I plummeted, crashing into the ground below with an impact that sent shockwaves across the battlefield.
For a moment, silence.
Westbey exhaled, a cold determination settling in her eyes.
A dragon, no matter how powerful, was still a living creature.
And for all living things, a pierced heart meant death.
There were monsters in this world—beings who could defy mortality itself, who could regenerate from nothing but bone dust and rage.
But dragons were not among them.
Aiming for the head would have been ideal, severing spirit from body in one fell swoop, but this black dragon's two heads made it an elusive target. The heart, then, was the next best thing.
Victory was within her grasp.
Then, the air behind her howled.
Westbey barely had time to react before a black, monstrous tail—bigger than a siege weapon—smashed into her side.
BOOM!
Her body hurtled through the air like a ragdoll, crashing into the ground with a sickening crunch. Blood splattered across the battlefield. The impact shattered bones, left deep, grotesque wounds across her skin, and stripped away the last remnants of her once-pristine robes.
The proud, holy image of a saint was gone—replaced by a broken, gasping figure sprawled in the dirt.
Pain wracked her body, but another realization struck her deeper than any wound.
Why was he still alive?
Dragons do not survive without a heart.
Yet, as the dust settled, an enormous shadow loomed over her. A black, monstrous claw pressed her into the ground, pinning her beneath a crushing weight.
And then—he emerged.
I stepped forward, twin heads lowering to gaze down at the fallen unicorn.
Beneath her horrified stare, my chest glowed.
A deep, fiery red pulse illuminated the wound where my heart had been destroyed.
She watched, wide-eyed, as the ruined flesh mended itself, tendrils of raw muscle weaving back together with unnatural speed. My blood, thick and dark as molten metal, dripped to the ground, sizzling and corroding the earth itself.
I should have been dead.
But instead, I was whole.
A slow grin curled across my lips as I stared into her disbelieving eyes.
"You should have gone for the head."
For most dragons, the heart is the absolute core—the singular point of life and magic, the wellspring of their strength. If shattered, even the greatest of them would fall.
But I am not most dragons.
For me, the heart is important—but not irreplaceable.
Within my body burns an entirely different core—one that eclipses mere flesh and blood.
The Atomic Furnace.
A creation of power and resilience beyond mortal comprehension, it is not merely a secondary heart—it is an unyielding engine of destruction, a roaring inferno of energy that does not cease, does not falter.
The moment my heart was obliterated, the furnace took over, ensuring my body never stopped moving.
Westbey's Holy Flame had been strong. Stronger than anything I had faced in decades. The divine radiance had burned through my veins, scouring me from the inside.
The enemy's light flame was incredibly strong, a force capable of incinerating lesser beings. It seared through half my heart, its divine radiance scorching flesh and veins. Yet, even as the flames faded, my regeneration surged beyond mortal limits.
Third-level super-speed regeneration coursed through me, restoring my heart in mere moments. My body reconstructed itself from the ashes of destruction, stronger than before.
Even my 'Resurrection Armor,' an ultimate safeguard against instant death itself, remained intact.
I did not merely survive—I transcended.
That's why the opponent might as well have aimed at my head—perhaps then I would have lost one life.
"This is actually the prototype of a kingdom of God..."
Westbey looked at Saron and fell silent, then turned her gaze to this space, recognizing its suppressive properties, the failure of spatial transmission, and the presence of creatures that seemed to be the souls of believers...
"The prototype of a kingdom of God?"
I was stunned. I knew about the Kingdom of God. It was the foundation of every god's divinity. Gods would not die as long as their Kingdom of God remained intact. It was the place where they carried the souls of their believers. Wasn't the highest ideal of believers to enter the Kingdom of God and achieve immortality?
Had my reincarnation space actually been considered the prototype of a Kingdom of God? Didn't that mean that I could become a god in the future?
No, becoming a god is nothing!
What is a god in the face of a feast of 100,000 layers in the future?
If one is not careful, they too will be swallowed as mere food!
Thinking of this, my excitement slowly calmed. I considered how to deal with the other party...
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At this time, the battle in the magic forest grew even fiercer, but the Black King's followers still held the upper hand.
The natives of the magic forest became more and more frenzied upon discovering that their sacred guardian had been slain. The goats and Sprigganfolk turned violent, refusing to flee. Even the pixies began using their charm spells to kill the enemy. However, passion alone could not change the outcome.
In the face of absolute strength, these creatures fell one by one.
At this time, in an open clearing, the battle between Geralt and Chimera had reached its peak.
Their fight took place in a valley within the forest, and both sides had tacitly given them space to duel.
At this moment, Geralt felt his blood boiling, his eyes burning with blazing golden flames. He roared at the Chimera opposite him and soared into the air.
His massive golden wings swept out like a radiant wave, and dragon fire erupted from his mouth toward the Chimera.
Chimera showed no fear. As the battle raged on, it exuded a dark and ferocious aura.
Not willing to be outdone, it roared back at Geralt. Then, the dragon's head spewed flames like those of a red dragon, while the goat's head released a poisonous gas.
In the end, the two beasts chose to fight hand-to-hand because if they used magic or breath, they would have to fight for two more days and nights to decide the winner. At this time, if they wanted to end the battle quickly, they could only use the most primitive method, which was to tear each other apart with their sharp claws and fangs!
Not far away, Silver Dragon Jesinia and Algerta stood and watched the battle.
"Aunt Jesinia, I want to help my brother!" Algerta couldn't help it.
Looking at the devastated Magic Forest and Algerta beside her, Silver Dragon Jesinia felt helpless.
What is going on?!
She really wanted to help the Magic Forest expel these dark creatures, but when she thought of the black dragon, Jesinia felt that she was not able to do it.
"Your brother is doing the wrong thing, Algerta. You can't make it worse."
"But my brother is helping Lord Barbatos fight! How could he be doing something wrong?" Algerta asked back.
Jesinia was almost mad at this sentence. She was now 100% sure that the black dragon must have imposed some means on the two siblings.
Algerta's performance was no longer an effect that could be achieved by being forced to sign some messy contract.
One should know that the character of the dragon race is basically unlikely to be affected by other creatures after birth. After all, their vast inherited memory is enough to shape their character.
Just like the true Chromatic dragons, the Chromatic dragons unanimously recognize the superiority of their own race and believe that they are the most powerful creatures among mortal beings. When interacting with other creatures, they only focus on the gains and losses of their own interests.
The Chromatic dragon kind firmly believes that they have an innate right to rule. In short, "I am supposed to rule this world. You other creatures are inferior and should serve me, just like fire is hot and ice is cold. It is very normal," and this belief is the cornerstone of the Chromatic dragon worldview.
This idea is passed down through inherited memory.
The Metallic dragons are different. They regard themselves as the strongest among the many races that have a place in the world and always strive to maintain and protect the world itself...
So, the Chromatic dragons are mostly evil and chaotic, and the Metallic dragons are mostly kind and lawful.
But although Algerta's character can't be called evil and chaotic, it's not close to good and lawful, nor is it neutral. After all, she regards the black dragon as everything to her.
Wait!!
Jesinia suddenly thought of something and asked uncertainly, "Algerta, are you in love with the black dragon?"
"No! Lord Barbatos is very handsome and powerful, and he will protect me, but I like him..." Algerta's ears stood up.
Her eyes also dodged.
It's over!
Jesinia looked at Algerta and felt like the sky had collapsed instantly. How could she, who had raised her since childhood, not know that she was shy?
Silver dragons are very loyal to their feelings. Once they fall in love, they will be devoted, especially Algerta, who is about to become an adult. What should she do?!
At this time, a dragon roar came from the air.
A huge black figure appeared in the sky.
"Lord Barbatos!" Algerta shouted excitedly and then flew over directly.
Jesinia wanted to leave, but she found that a small patch of grass next to her was trembling.
She squatted down and poked the grass with her finger, and the grass suddenly turned into a green Pixie.
"Don't eat me! Don't eat me!" The Pixie cried in fear.
Looking at the Pixie in front of her, Jesinia smiled. "Little guy, I won't hurt you. What's your name?"
"My name is Suna. My friends have all gone to fight, and Suna is useless... I can't do anything..."
Unexpectedly, the Pixie became even more sad and burst into tears.
"You are kind, can you help us?" The little guy looked at Jesinia with tears in his eyes.
Jesinia was silent...
....
Not only did the surrounding dark creatures gather towards me, but also the Sprigganfolk and other survivors of the Magic Forest gathered here.
Chimera shook off Gerald with one claw and then flew towards my position.
"You can't win!" Gerald said, looking at Chimera's back.
But Chimera didn't hesitate and flew directly toward me. He felt the faint breath of life from the Holy Guardian.
He had to help her, even if it would cost him his life.
This life was originally given by the Holy Guardian, so it was okay to give it back to her!
Gerald followed.
Chimera understood dragon language but couldn't speak it.
But his actions were clear.
At this time, the unicorn in my claws still maintained its human form, but she seemed to have been destroyed in some way. Not only was her whole body in extreme distress, but her eyes were also full of dullness.
At this moment, the tree spirit arrived first. Seeing Westbey caught in the huge claws of the black dragon was heartbreaking.
"Lady Westbey!"
The tree spirit Melina was in a frenzy, and she began to catalyze the ancient war tree next to her.
And Chimera also arrived at this time, his three heads filled with murderous intent. Although his instincts told him that he would die if he charged forward—he would definitely die!—this black dragon was not something he could deal with!
But he still decided to kill it.
"If you want to die, I will grant you your wish!" I looked at these ant-sized Sprigganfolk and half-goats, as well as the tree spirit and the Chimera.
"Melina... don't..."
The unicorn sensed the situation around her, spoke weakly, and her eyes regained some agility.
"You should have surrendered to me a long time ago. I gave you a chance before. This is the result of your own choice!" My Dragon's Might was released.
Jesinia, who had just arrived, was also stunned. She hadn't expected that the unicorn in front of her would be defeated so miserably.
Jesinia stood up and said, "Dear Lord Black Dragon, I want to use my treasure to redeem these Sprigganfolk and Pixies..."
With a wave of her hand, she took out countless gold and silver treasures and rare works from a space storage spell, piling them into a small mountain.
But I didn't even glance at the treasure in front of me. My scarlet eyes locked onto the silver dragon. "You are not qualified to do business with me now!"
Jesinia wanted to say something, but she was stopped by Algerta.
I continued to look at the natives of the Magic Forest. "But in my infinite mercy, I am willing to give you a chance!"
A glimmer of hope rose in the hearts of the creatures below.
But then I said coldly, "Kill half and keep half!"
"Hehe, this is the price you should pay for daring to resist me!"
I said, looking at the creatures trembling below.
'You come to invade us, but you don't allow us to resist? What is this?'
The tree spirit Melina was very angry, but she didn't say these words. It was easy to act brave for a moment, but the consequences were unpredictable.
If her friends in the forest were hurt because of her "warrior behavior," she would never forgive herself.
So she not only remained silent but also stopped her partners from doing anything extreme.
Only Jesinia on the side was not surprised, because Chromatic dragons all behaved like this. To be honest, the fact that the other party hadn't attacked her yet made her doubt whether this black dragon had a better temper.
Now, it seems that this is simply the nature of an evil dragon, and there will be no change at all.
"Don't blame me. I'm simply letting your partner enter the kingdom of God in advance!" I said, looking at the unicorn in my claws.
After all, my reincarnation space is the prototype of the kingdom of God she spoke of. If I kill all these creatures and turn them into the Sons of Death, I can not only expand my reincarnation space but also free them from suffering in this world—killing two birds with one stone!
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