He gazed at the silhouette of the collar within the flame shield, his heart burning with desire.
"As long as I obtain the Ancient bloodline, I will definitely become stronger!"
The image of the Holy Domain God Lord flashed through his mind, followed by that of the Dragon Emperor.
Finally, the image settled on his own shadow.
"Perhaps with this item, I can truly reach their heights!"
His massive dragon claws gently grasped the flame shield. Looking at the silhouette of the collar inside, his emotions surged.
"Stupid dragon, put down the Ancient bloodline!"
Behind him, Demiurge's voice carried a hint of irritation.
The Platinum Dragon Lord turned and glanced at him. With a single flap of his wings, a violent gust pushed Demiurge and the remaining firelight in the sky even farther away.
He lightly fiddled with the flame shield using his claws, deliberately shaking it as he said, "Fool, the Ancient bloodline belongs to me now."
Lowering his head, his heart pounding, he exerted a slight force with his claws and crushed the flame shield.
Bang!
The flames dissipated, and his claws grasped nothing but empty air.
The smile on the Platinum Dragon Lord's face froze instantly. His pupils trembled as he exclaimed in shock, "Where is my World Item!?"
"Stupid dragon, battles are not won by brute force alone," Demiurge said with a sharp sneer, his tone filled with the smugness of a successful schemer.
The Platinum Dragon Lord turned his head and saw Demiurge holding an orange-red flame shield. The silhouette of the collar flickered within it, as if mocking him.
Bang!
Demiurge crushed the flame shield in one motion and firmly grasped the Ancient bloodline. He gave it a provocative shake. The collar seemed to be waiting for a true master.
The Platinum Dragon Lord swallowed unconsciously as anger surged within him.
"You did that when you used the heat of the flames to distort my vision, didn't you? Very well. If I could take it once, I can take it twice!"
"Cunning demon!"
Just as he was about to move, a ripple of space spread from Demiurge. It was clear he was preparing to teleport and escape.
"Stop right there!"
Demiurge let out a cold laugh. "Stupid dragon, farewell!"
Roar!
At that very moment, a dragon's roar echoed across the space. A majestic draconic pressure descended from the sky, locking onto Demiurge. His figure stalled for an instant, and the spatial ripples immediately became chaotic.
A massive dragon appeared from the horizon, its enormous body blocking out the moon and casting a shadow over the Platinum Dragon Lord and Demiurge.
Then, the dragon's crimson eyes locked onto Demiurge. With a roar, it dove downward!
Its movements were far too fast. By the time Demiurge regained his senses and tried to teleport again, it was already too late.
Thump!
The dragon's sharp claws clenched into a fist and smashed Demiurge heavily into the mountainside. The mountain collapsed as dust billowed into the sky.
Compared to the dragon's hundred-meter body, the Ancient bloodline appeared extremely small.
However, the aura of bloodline resonance it emitted was unmistakably clear.
"Herox?!"
The Platinum Dragon Lord flew to the giant dragon's side in surprise, looking him over.
The newcomer was indeed Herox.
He extended a claw, using mana to suspend the Ancient bloodline above it, then turned and asked in confusion, "Are you the armor from that day?"
"That's right, I am the Platinum Dragon Lord!" The Platinum Dragon Lord's gaze shifted between the Ancient bloodline and Herox, his joy almost overflowing.
He could not help but place a claw on Herox, sensing him slightly. "You really did it. You have truly comprehended Wild Magic. Good, good!"
Brightness, you have found a new path for the great cause of the Dragon Race's revival!
"We can talk about Wild Magic later. What is this item?" Herox raised the Ancient bloodline before the Platinum Dragon Lord's eyes, asking despite already knowing the answer. "I sensed a strong bloodline resonance from far away."
So he was also drawn by the World Item...
The trace of suspicion in the Platinum Dragon Lord's heart vanished before it could take root. If even he could vaguely sense the Ancient bloodline from as far away as the Holy Kingdom, there was no reason other dragons could not sense it.
Thus, Herox's appearance was completely reasonable.
"Let's withdraw first. I'll explain it to you later." The Platinum Dragon Lord looked at this youngling with a sense of satisfaction, his tone softening considerably.
Endure it, endure it!
That look, as if he were gazing at a close relative, almost made Herox break out in goosebumps. He kept a cold expression and said, "No problem."
"Leave the Ancient bloodline behind!"
Hundreds of flaming chains suddenly shot out from the mountain, surrounding the Platinum Dragon Lord and Herox.
Demiurge flew out from the mountain and hovered in the air. Ignoring the dust on his body, he said sharply, "Natives of another world think they can snatch my belongings?!"
"Heh, it seems the seal has dulled your mind, Jaldabaoth. You can't even deal with two foolish dragons, yet you still call yourself a Demon Emperor?" Momonga slowly rose from the mountain. Not a trace of dust could be seen on his magnificent lich robes, making him appear utterly composed.
While keeping the two dragons in check with his flaming chains, Demiurge said coldly, "How about we cooperate for now?"
"Cooperate?!"
The Platinum Dragon Lord was stunned. These two, who clearly had a grudge, were discussing cooperation right in front of him.
"The effect of the Ancient bloodline on the Dragon Race is also excellent. You understand that well. If the item falls into their hands, it will be disadvantageous for you in the future as well." Demiurge's voice was icy as his gaze locked onto the two dragons, like a blade cutting into the Platinum Dragon Lord.
The Platinum Dragon Lord's heart sank, a bad premonition rising within him.
Indeed, compared to internal conflicts among Players, the Dragon Race, which had irreconcilable enmity with all Players, was a much easier target.
"Get ready. We'll force our way out. In a moment, you go first, and I'll cover the rear!" the Platinum Dragon Lord said, turning to Herox.
This junior, who had only just reached the level of a True Dragon Lord, likely had not yet mastered the application of Wild Magic. Moreover, without a means of storing soul power, using it would directly consume his essence.
"Understood." Herox tightly gripped the Ancient bloodline in his claws.
Momonga gave a mocking smile at Demiurge's proposal. Mana condensed once more in his hand. "Indeed. I cannot let you have it, nor can I let them take it. Otherwise, how am I supposed to rule the world?"
Maximize Magic: Quintupled Reality Slash!
Five consecutive spatial blades condensed on Momonga's skeletal claws. The sharpness produced by spatial distortion ignored the Platinum Dragon Lord's scales, reaching his very soul and causing a faint, piercing pain.
Demiurge took out a bead engraved with a spatial-locking ability. This was something Helant had prepared for him.
"Pay-to-win item: Dimensional Lock!"
He had to make the act convincing. The Platinum Dragon Lord certainly understood the value of pay-to-win items. In this world, they were consumed one by one.
"They're getting serious."
The Platinum Dragon Lord's pupils shrank. Having fought the Eight Greed Kings before, he recognized it at a glance. An item of this level was undoubtedly a pay-to-win consumable.
Once a Player used such an item, it meant they were about to go all out in battle.
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