"Hand over the [Ancient bloodline]. This is your last chance." Demiurge's voice carried a hint of temptation as he stared intently at the item in Herox's hands, his eyes filled with reluctance and hope.
The red light in Momonga's eye sockets flickered. After his gaze lingered on the Platinum Dragon Lord for a moment, it returned to the [Ancient bloodline] as he sneered, "Whether you hand it over or not is irrelevant, as long as no one can use this item."
Before the two hundred-meter-long dragons, the figures of Demiurge and Momonga seemed insignificant, yet the pressure they exuded was overwhelmingly terrifying.
The Platinum Dragon Lord stood in front of Herox, watching the fire chains gradually close in and seal the space. He reminded him once more, "When the time comes, just run. Leave everything to me."
When the Platinum Dragon Lord inherited the legacy of the Eight Greed Kings years ago, he had obtained several resurrection items. Even if the two Players before him possessed powerful trump cards, he would not truly die here.
Herox was different. First, he had never fought a Player before and could easily be outmaneuvered.
Second, he had no resurrection items to rely on.
Third, and most importantly,
The Platinum Dragon Lord's gaze toward Herox was filled with hope and expectation.
He is the first True Dragon Lord born since Wild Magic was sanctioned by the [Five Elements Overcoming]. He represents not only a powerful combat force, but also the future hope of the dragon race. Therefore, Herox absolutely cannot encounter any trouble right now.
Meeting the Platinum Dragon Lord's solemn gaze, Herox gave a slight nod, then turned his head away, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes inwardly.
So annoying. Why does this foolish creature always look at me like an elder looking at a child? When will Father allow me to kill him...
"Wild Magic · World Severing Barrier!"
The Platinum Dragon Lord's eyes sharpened as a torrent of soul energy was instantly drawn from within him. As if responding to the will of the world, the soul power was immediately converted into the power of rules, spreading out to envelop everything.
The spatial sealing power within the fire chains was directly overwritten by the Wild Magic in a domineering manner.
A silent will faintly echoed in the minds of Demiurge and Momonga. "Sealed here!"
In an instant, the churning speed of the spatial turbulence created by Momonga's Reality Slash slowed slightly, only returning to normal after he poured in more mana.
It seems they don't want us to use teleportation magic… However, the dragon race is truly blessed in this world. A single use of Wild Magic can actually draw a response from the world's will. The more I see it, the more I want it!
A surge of heat rose in Momonga's heart, and the red light in his eye sockets flared. Even so, he did not forget to coldly recite his line. "Maximize Magic · Reality Slash!"
Five spatial blades were released from before Momonga. Their incomparably sharp power churned and shattered the space along their path, forming five spatial rifts.
The terrifying tearing force within the rifts locked onto Herox's body from five different directions, while the spatial blades slashed toward the [Ancient bloodline] with a precise target, determined to devour it completely.
Demiurge's eyes sharpened. Taking advantage of the spatial force locking Herox in place, he immediately manipulated the fire chains, attempting to seize the [Ancient bloodline] first. He had not given up.
The Platinum Dragon Lord took all of this in. He wrapped his entire body in Wild Magic, then stood directly between Herox and the incoming spatial blades and fire chains, shouting loudly, "Run!"
At the same time, a pale dragon breath, dense to the point of seeming solid, erupted from his mouth.
Boom!
The pale dragon breath, spatial turbulence, and fire chains instantly intertwined, colliding and annihilating one another, forming a violent torrent of energy above the mountain range that surged outward in wave after wave.
At that very moment, Herox spread his dragon wings. His figure flashed, cutting through the air. With a deafening sonic boom left behind, he vanished.
"Don't run!" Demiurge appeared truly anxious, his demonic flesh wings flapping as he prepared to give chase.
At that very moment, the Platinum Dragon Lord doubled the Wild Magic within his dragon breath, instantly breaking the balance.
The pale dragon breath, spatial blades, and fire chains suddenly condensed into a spherical mass. The space within collapsed endlessly, and a terrifying gravitational force locked onto the three figures.
The light surroundingg everybody dimmed for an instant, then turned into a dazzling white radiance that erupted suddenly. "Boom!"
All the previously accumulated and intertwined energy exploded at once. Fire, spatial turbulence, and dragon breath mixed together, carving the mountain range for dozens of kilometers into a circular basin.
At this moment, in the sky, the Platinum Dragon Lord, Momonga, and Demiurge had returned to the triangular standoff from when they first met.
After sensing a trace of Herox's aura, Demiurge did not hesitate and immediately gave chase.
"Hahaha, the [Ancient bloodline] belongs to the dragon race!" The Platinum Dragon Lord surged with emotion. With a flap of his wings, his hundred-meter body blocked Demiurge, looking extremely smug.
"Get out of my way!" Demiurge's body ignited with a cloak of flames as he charged at the Platinum Dragon Lord, intending to trade injury for injury.
Taking advantage of the clash between the Platinum Dragon Lord and Demiurge, Momonga swiftly flew off in pursuit of Herox, leaving behind a taunt. "Jaldabaoth, it seems the seal has weakened your power."
"Stop… Ugh!" The moment the Platinum Dragon Lord's eyes locked onto Momonga, Demiurge rammed into his throat in a reckless charge, then detonated the flames with a boom. In an instant, the fire burrowed into every gap between his scales like living parasites.
Burns and piercing pain followed.
"Hmph, fire-type damage is ineffective against dragons… Where is he!" The Platinum Dragon Lord looked down mockingly, only to freeze in shock as he realized that Demiurge was no longer in front of him.
He abruptly turned his head. In the distance, Demiurge's orange-red figure was chasing Herox while clashing with Momonga in midair.
Not far from him, a fake body made of flames slowly raised a middle finger at him.
"Idiot, this is the third time you've been fooled today."
"Cunning Player!" A surge of fury ignited in the Platinum Dragon Lord's chest. Even the Eight Greed Kings of the past had never fooled him three times in a single battle.
He ground his teeth until they creaked. His dragon wings flapped violently behind him as he rapidly closed the distance with Demiurge.
"Arrogant and cunning Player, I will make you pay for this today!"
Relying on the dragon race's powerful physique, the Platinum Dragon Lord caught up to Demiurge in just over a dozen breaths. He sneered, "Have you had enough of your tricks? Then it's my turn!"
With a roar, his dragon claw, like a small mountain, smashed down onto Demiurge's back like a falling meteor.
"Ugh!"
Demiurge was struck heavily, his flesh tearing apart as blood scattered through the air. His body streaked across the sky before crashing violently into the mountain range.
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