"What do you mean?" Caesar asked the Helllord.

"Hold the Divine Fire high and reach the gods, we are the experts in this thing, because this game is passed down from the Upper Realm Sovereign."

Azrils pursed his lips in disdain and said, "You should have heard of the virtual godhead. Under the condition that conditions permit, through the virtual godhead to accommodate the divine fire and the fragments of the godhead, an unstable and weak primordial godhead can be fused. Having a primordial Godhead is, in a sense, a true God! ”

Caesar frowned slightly: "There is still a chance to remedy?" ”

"Where is the need for remedy, and how simple is it for you to fulfill the true God?"

Azrils' tone became grim and ferocious, regaining the momentum of the Abyss Lord: "If you get the primordial godhead, if you want to become a god, you must wait for a while until the rules of the astral plane are recognized, this is the first. Second, the guy who takes this path to become a god can only have a weak divine power in the end. What's more, after becoming a god, all his power comes from faith, where does Monet go to find a wide range of believers who can provide strong faith? With these derivatives and unintelligent armies? This idiot will only get weaker and weaker, and eventually end up with a dead end. ”

"The Upper Realm has existed for an unknown number of tens of millions of years, ahead of Quildore, many eras, and most of the extremely powerful Abyss Sovereigns have the ability to hunt gods, and it is not difficult to rely on this path to achieve true gods. But in the astral plane, when has you ever heard of a demon trying this kind of play? Because we know very well that it is not worth it, that does not make us stronger and stronger, it only makes us weaker and brings more constraints. Moreover, in the eyes of our beings in the upper realm, the so-called gods are nothing more than a bunch of poor creatures who play with the rules and thirst for faith. These gods have made all the forces in the astral plane, the main material plane, the half-plane, and the elemental plane support hell, and they are only fighting with our upper realm. ”

"You're talking too much." Caesar ignored Azriels' fangs and claws, and glared at him dissatisfiedly: "I asked Monet what to do now, Great Monarch of the Abyss. ”

"I can't wait to see this idiot's appearance, then let's wait for it to become a god, the god incarnation will cost it five points of strength, the casting of the godhead will cost it two points of strength, and then your army will consume two points of strength." Azrils was rarely lifeless, and his voice was faint: "The original godhead is much better than the divine fire." ”

The defeat of the dragon god and the dragon queen has greatly damaged the morale of the dragons, and the metal dragon and the five-colored dragon are still fighting, but the sane dragons know that defeat is inevitable, and they need a new turn to recover the decline.

Monet retreated, let its army block all enemies that could get close, the turbulence gushed out of the hole behind Monet, it was the air flow of countless vipers shuttling together, the dragons felt dizzy, the screams of the vipers were emitted at the frequency of infrasound, the sound of thousands of vipers screaming together was like an infrasound explosion, imagine the scene of the river bursting, the waves and floods rolling down, the sound was like thunder, this is the picture in front of me, the flood gushed out of the cave and burst out, Each splash is a viper, with golden pupils and sharp claw blades, full of thirst for blood.

Caesar stood on the rocky edge of the ridge, looking out over the deep black vortex, where thousands of vipers crawled around Monet's massive body, gradually withering, as Azrils said, it could not wait, and after eliminating the threat of Bahamut and Tiamat, Monet began to prepare to forge the Godhead.

But the Hellsovereign's estimation was also inadequate, because Monet was not stupid, it did not run out of power, and Caesar watched Monet's every move and found that it was drawing strength from the viper dragon to replenish itself, that is: Monet would not make himself weak enough to resist external threats.

"What a cold, merciless sane creature that devours its own derivative body to recover itself." Azrils saw the tokens that had returned to Monet, and said coldly: "These things are not only prepared for war, for Monet, they are also a kind of resource reserve. Black Dragon, is there any follow-up arrangement on the so-called alliance's side? ”

"These armies ......"

Caesar was silent for a few seconds halfway through his words: "No." ”

Azrils was silent for a few seconds, and then his voice suddenly became lazy, "Then we can only do it, it will become stronger after swallowing these derivatives, and I don't know if there is a chance to wait any longer." ”

There was a loud bang, the rock collapsed, and Caesar stood as if there had been a high-pressure gas explosion, and the air flow suddenly expanded, like a sharp blade, and when he looked back, he was no longer in place, and the distance of nearly a kilometer was crossed in a second.

Two-second, four-second, six-second......

When the horizon once again steadily captured Caesar's figure, he was already standing in front of Monet.

The vipers screamed, roared, and scratched in the vast space, and they would attack anyone and any living being, but not Caesar, because the two swords that slew the serpent proved that he was a powerful man who could talk to Monet, and that such a powerful person was qualified to meet their sovereign.

Monet, who held his head high, looked down at him: "Mortal things on the material plane, meet me, do you have anything to say?" ”

"Tsk, I'm already a self-proclaimed god. The mortal beings of the material plane, the black dragon, it is taunting you. These are the words of Azrils.

"I know."

Caesar answered him, then looked up: "Hello, Monet." Fight a fight. ”

Nonsense is not to be said to be simple and rude, Caesar's whole body slowly grew more and more fine scales, the scales snapped violently, like dark black heavy armor, his sharp claws held the flaming blade, and at the same time the joints reversed, the hot black fire flashed away, and a knife slashed Monet's head.

There was no air flow, the air collapsed instantly, Caesar's flaming blade formed an arc-shaped vacuum area, and the two demigods could do whatever they wanted in the main material world to defeat all obstacles, Monet hissed, the dragon scales were angry, and the huge and complex pupils flowed with changing light, reflecting Caesar's figure, just a knife, almost crushing its spell defense, even the incarnation of the dragon god and the dragon queen did not give it so much pressure.

"Roar!"

Monet opened his mouth and roared, the three heads in the middle of his body were breathing, and the air currents in the bloody mouth converged into a tornado of energy, wrapped in scorching flames and blinding arcs of electricity to bombard Caesar head-on.

Caesar had nowhere to dodge but to follow the flow of energy, and the invisible blade in front of him split the flame arc in two, grazing his body left and right.

The sheer load of this form of psionic defense caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood, but Caesar spat on the ground unimpassingly and continued on.

The flaming blade vibrated like the Abyss Monarch reviving and bursting out, letting out a roar of Shen Xiong, and the second blade completely sliced through Monet's spell defenses.

"Since the birth of me, nothing in the physical plane can fight me, and nothing can try to hurt me." Monet looked up to the sky and hissed: "Even the dragon god and the dragon queen are not my opponents here, what are you?" I am the god of Queldore, I am immortal! ”

"It's time for you to sober up." Caesar said, throwing away the sword, and the blade of the sword was plunged into the mud.

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