"Kill all those who resist."

The Apostle of the God of Hunting was killed, and the voice of the Black Dragon Lord spread across the battlefield.

Having said this, Caesar did not distract himself, his head bowed, and his crimson eyes stared at the pile of coke.

The head of the big black cat had been blown into a cloud of blood mist long ago, and then it was scorched by the black dragon's wild dance of dragon breath, and the remaining body blood and flesh without the support of divine power completely evaporated, leaving only a pile of black carbide, which could vaguely be seen when it fell.

With a furious and hateful roar in the void, the God of Hunt declared his defeat once and for all, and after a brief wait from the Black Dragon Lord, a thick, wriggling, life-like black light peeled away from the carbide and gradually surfaced, slowly sinking and sinking in front of Caesar.

It was the Broken Godhead, belonging to Marat, the god of hunting.

A gentle breeze blew across the earth, the dusky ground was covered with a dark red stream of blood, and the war continued, and the Black Wing Legion began to slaughter like a torrent.

The black-blooded beast let out a howl that reached from the distant astral plane, losing his power but still being able to speak in Eladya through the Godhead.

"Crawler, miscellaneous, do you think that's the end of it? No! You scum will never escape the shadow of the god of hunting, and you and all that you hold dear will pay the price for your rebellious rebellion! ”

In the kingdom of God, the god of black blood looked furiously at the black dragon watching Eladia watching the godhead, and the fury had completely filled the beast's brain, and he jumped from the throne, and the sound of rage resounded through the heavens and the earth.

But Caesar ignored him, judging heroes by success or failure, and boring threats of cruel words were purely wasteful and meaningless, and now the result is that he is standing, and the apostle of the god of hunting has been reduced to ashes.

The war was largely over, and now Caesar was going to take his share of the spoils.

The black dragon reached out his left claw, which was still intact, and grabbed the fragment of the godhead of the black blood god into his hand.

Godhead is the most important thing of the true god, it represents the priesthood, the divine seat, the source of divine power, any true god can not easily manifest the godhead, let alone split the godhead and put a part into the main material realm, you can imagine how much price Marat's determination to hunt the black dragon took.

It's a pity that in the end, no one could have imagined that this true god was actually defeated, everything happened in a flash of lightning, and in just a few moments when the "Dustless Land" took effect, the battle situation had already been decided, and the black dragon did not give the other party a chance to come back.

Caesar looked at the surging source of divine power and thought about what to do.

What he received was a sneer from Marat: "You think you can covet the power of the true god? Wish for the moon! Ridiculous reptiles, ignorant lizards, daring to disobey a true God, you have nothing to gain but death. ”

The godhead of a true god is not so easy to take, especially a godhead like this that still has a remnant of will, the means of a true god are beyond the imagination of mortals, Caesar noticed an unstable expansion and surge of black blood light in his claws, and Marat's will was still working wonders, trying to break free.

Caesar clenched his left claw, but the godhead turned into wisps of black silk and fled through the cracks between the black dragon's toes, and the change continued, and the godhead showed signs of being about to vaporize and disperse.

The black dragon's red vertical eyes flashed, and no matter how strong he was, he couldn't grasp the air and hold the void

- At least not for now.

At the same time, Caesar's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden sound of galloping horses' hooves, and the Black Dragon Lord raised his eyes slightly, and on the horizon, a group of Northland soldiers were galloping through the bloody battlefield and galloping in the direction where they were.

This is normal, although most of the troops provided by the Northland countries are old, weak, sick and disabled, there are also many soldiers provided by the Blackwing nobles, and there are many "people with lofty ideals" who plan to follow the butts of the Blackwing clan to pick up the bargain in order to get promoted in the ranks.

Looking at their appearance, it seemed that they were ready to report something to the Black Dragon Emperor, and under normal circumstances, Caesar would not care at most and would not pay attention to such soldiers.

But this time was different.

In the verification device in his right eye, the comprehensive ability value of this team of people and horses was clearly displayed, and none of these guys had a combat index lower than eight hundred.

In other words, this team of human beings, all of them are legends!

"Yellow Sparrow."

Caesar stared at them and whispered softly.

The grudge between the Black Dragon Lord and the God of Hunting has long been spread by the propaganda department of the Black Wing Court to most of Eladia, and with Caesar's encouragement, everyone knows that the God of Hunt may come down to hunt the Black Dragon in person.

Although in the end, Marat was still forced to admit and did not dare to descend to the Nether, but the abnormal behavior of the black-blooded believers and the undisguised war mobilization of the Blackwing Royal Court absolutely could not hide the attention of those who had a heart.

Eladia's slang once said, "When two dragons go to war, one of them will be wounded", and in the case of Caesar's confrontation with Marat, speculators came to watch the situation by various means, ready to catch a handful at any time.

Caesar did not consider the possibility that the other party was coming at him in the first place, and subconsciously regarded these people as speculators who were ready to pick up the bargain after the war.

"Stop them."

Caesar summoned his family and glanced at the Godhead in his claws again.

He guessed that the other party was coming for the Godhead, of course, it was impossible to just pick up the cheap for these guys, but now, at this stage, Caesar didn't seem to be able to detain and trap the Godhead.

Either it was taken away by someone else, or it was taken back by Marat, and Caesar didn't want to choose any of them.

So, at this time, Caesar made an unbelievable move.

Looking at the black fragment of the Godhead that contained Marat's will, the black dragon lowered his head slightly, bit it down, and then puffed out his cheeks and glared at the visitor.

Anyway, Caesar would never let the God of Hunt leave without such blood, he was going to take it in his mouth first, forbid the black blood beast to take it back, and then think of a way.

Even if he finally wants to give up his godhead, Caesar is willing to do it, no matter what, he can't let Marat curry favor, and he will have to pay the price no matter what.

Only in this way will the gods not be approached by the gods at every turn in the future, wantonly humiliating and plundering.

But then, Caesar's unprepared mutation occurred.

The second heart of the black dragon, the crimson energy body, woke up from its dry and dead state at this moment, and instantly became extremely excited, even powerful to the point of violating Caesar's autonomous control.

The crimson heart generated a massive suction force that sucked Marat's shattered fragments into the throat cavity and dragged them close to the esophagus, eventually reaching it.

"What is this?"

The Godhead contains part of Marat's will, so even after the Apostles are annihilated, the God of Hunt can still feel what the fragments of his Godhead have experienced.

Under normal circumstances, mortals do not have special, secret means, and it is difficult to lock up the godhead of a true god, so the fact is that even if the black dragon swallows the godhead, it will be useless, as long as it takes a little more effort, Marat can still withdraw the godhead in various ways and withdraw from Eladia.

But now He found that his Godhead was suddenly out of control.

No, it's still under control, but I don't know what method this damn black dragon used to lock his godhead so firmly that he can no longer change form and change the internal operating rules.

So now, there is no escape from Him.

In the next second, something even more astonishing was happening, the crimson heart that had been condensed and formed as if it had been forged crystals suddenly disintegrated, transforming into a liquid like a stream of energy, as if it were as alive as the Godhead, and it greedily rushed towards the fragment of Marat's Godhead, and then wrapped and covered it.

Far away on the other side of the Endless Realm, Marat's originally angry expression suddenly froze.

The black blood god's eyes twitched slightly, his mood fluctuated with endless horror, and he felt that he was rapidly weakening, far away from Eladia's arm-like godhead, the link was in this short moment...... Broken.

How is this possible?

Even the true god of great divine power cannot forcibly devour part of his godhead without removing his will, and it will take a long time to wipe out the traces left by the original owner of the godhead, so even if he is facing the supreme god of great divine power, Marat still has a chance and hope to escape in theory.

But now, the God of Hunting could feel that the two steps of "Removing the Will" and "Devouring the Godhead" were completed in the Black Dragon's body almost at the same time.

No, Devouring Godhead is not even before the will is removed! This step was reversed, and the other party first devoured his godhead, and then forcibly erased his will!

In the astral kingdom that Caesar couldn't see, Marat began to tremble.

It is hard to imagine that a true god would tremble with fear in his own kingdom of Godhead, as the first group of primordial gods who were given godhead by the creator godhead, even if the god of hunting is quite down, at least it was once extremely brilliant, and it was not so unbearable that it trembled with fear because of the loss of a small part of the godhead.

After all, in the process of the Endless Era's gradual decline to a weak-ranking divine power, he had already lost enough that it was simply commonplace.

What really scares Marat is the way the other party devours his godhead.

"It's ...... Evil things. ”

Marat trembled and said that a true dragon had shown the characteristics of evil creatures that could compete with the gods in the legendary stage, and only those things that could not be measured by common sense had such means to break the rules.

No, it's not just evil things.

The god of the hunt even thinks of something even more ancient, something that was fought against the gods before the Endless Epoch, and finally driven out of the astral plane by the creator god O'O.