High in the sky, a red dragon as large as a knight's castle was entangled with a dark red vine even larger than the castle, and the roar of the dragon rang out from time to time with the dragon's breath, and each bite would destroy a large number of tentacles.

And every time it is spit out by the dragon's breath, the round vines will grow more tentacles, frantically whipping the red dragon, and making the hot dragon's blood spill in the air!

"Enemy attack!"

“duang！duang！duang！duang！”

The ringing of a bell rang on the tower, putting the West Gate on alert for a moment—but compared to the fighting gods and ancient red dragons in the sky, the human vigilance was only a futile struggle.

"Boom!"

A dragon's breath descended from the sky, surging flames burned in it, if it was a mortal, even a legendary warrior, it might not be able to solve it, and as for other professions who did not take the path of legend, they would only be burned out.

However, such a flame was caught by a furry palm, and the huge energy was bound in it, unable to cause any damage.

"Kane!"

"Your strength has improved again!"

"You're not bad either!"

"Hogg Golelik. ”

It was Kane the Minotaur who struck, perhaps the demigod Kane, and it was Hogg the Gnoll who praised him, who had just used his three-headed flail to knock out the tentacles of the blood-red vines that spawned into the city below—there was no longer an evil god of believers, and the only way to gain more power was to devour more flesh and blood.

It's just that with two demigods and one weak god to protect him, there is no possibility of Moando's wish being realized.

Of course, the two demigods are responsible for filling in the gaps, mainly to make up for some of the attacks that Miró, that is, Brandobris, is not aware of, and most of the work is handled by the halfling god of thieves.

In fact, although the Elder Red Dragon is powerful, it is definitely not Moandor's opponent, but Brando Bliss always makes a move at critical moments, reducing Moando's divine power, so that the Elder Red Dragon will not fall.

This kind of help was naturally seen in the eyes of the ancient red dragon [Mist], and she sprayed the dragon's breath more and more frantically, causing damage to Moandor.

"Howl!"

No longer speaking, Moamdo completely lost his human form, and in a terrifying howl, countless tentacles grabbed the ancient red dragon with a black corrosive mist, completely ignoring the damage of the dragon's breath to the tentacles - because with each batch of tentacles burned, Moandor grew more tentacles.

"Boom!"

Even the Ancient Red Dragon, captured by a god, could not escape—the Mist was ready to fall in an instant, and immediately countless flames erupted from its body, flowing like a flood along the tentacles towards Moandor's body.

This is the Red Dragon's Origin Fire, which is enough to cause damage to Moandor's body, and at the same time, the ancient Red Dragon's mouth suddenly glows incandescent, and the huge energy explodes violently like a nuclear weapon!

"Howl!"

Moandor immediately felt the threat to his life, and at this life-and-death juncture, he violently contracted his tentacles, enveloping his core in the innermost place.

Then, after the sun-like light flickered, the body of the ancient red dragon completely disappeared, leaving only a human-sized vine core in the air, but the tenacity of the gods was far beyond the imagination of mortals, and slender new tentacles continued to grow from this core, indicating that Moandor was still alive.

"Bye-bye!"

"Go to the astral plane, brother!"

But weakness is the original sin!

The serpentine dagger poked out of the void and plunged into the core of Moandor without hesitation, and immediately let out a miserable howl with the fluctuation of divine power, and then in the sky of the vine core, a void darkness suddenly opened, revealing the brilliant galaxy behind it—that was the astral plane, the fate of all the gods after they fell.

But before Moandor's body was about to be swallowed by the powerful suction of the astral plane, a pair of slender palms suddenly poked out of nothingness, and in just an instant, a diamond-shaped crystal wrapped in gray mist was groped out of Moandor's body, and there was also a cloud of gray liquid.

"No, it can't be!"

Wailing, Moandor was finally swallowed by the astral plane, never to be seen again.

............

Standing above the earth, the moon hanging high in the dark night, Ron looked up at the sky, countless stars twinkling - only unlike the original world, the stars in front of him were not stars, but gods.

"I'm coming!"

"Which god called me?"

It's been a week since the war with Moandor, and the Beast Adventure has disbanded on the spot - two demigods, one of the gods naturally needs to return to his own world, and the Golden Fang has returned to his own tribe - he has his own lofty ideals. As a kobold warlock who has awakened the blood of the red dragon, Golden Fang wants to make the kobolds on the continent of Faeron no longer considered beasts, and he wants to rebuild the social order of kobolds.

As for Ron himself, he prepares to return to Ascatila, after all, that's where he appeared - and still has Moonlight Mouse Town as a concern.

With his words, suddenly there was a bright light in the sky, and in the light, a pair of bright eyes appeared, and with these bright eyes, a silver crescent moon appeared nearby, and this crescent moon was so huge, it was even brighter than the moon in the sky.

In the bright silver moon, an elf slowly condensed, she was wearing a sky blue cloak, her eyes were deep, and she smiled, she said, "Hello, Your Highness Anion!"

Anion was taken aback in his heart, but the instinct of divinity, he could know who she really was, and he bowed silently: "It turns out that the great Anshuyar has descended here, and I am very honored to be able to meet you and show you my respect." ”

Anshuyar's avatar stood in the air, the silver moonlight illuminated her face, and she was smiling: "Your Highness Annyar, can I talk to you here?"

"Oh, great Highness Anshuyar, please call me by my name, and besides, you don't have to call me by you, how can I bear to say that?" Anion frowned.

Anshuyar looked at him and said, "For an existence that has been canonized as a god, I call you Your Highness. And there is nothing wrong with using your word, Your Highness Anion, I have been noticing you for a long time, and have witnessed your rapid growth, which I greatly appreciate, and look forward to further communication with you, especially as I do now. Face-to-face direct communication. ”

It's just that, in Ron's eyes, such an astral realm has other meanings - even the existence of igniting the divine fire was not discovered, in Moando's body, five emerald crystals suddenly glowed, calling out the sixth emerald crystal from the astral plane, and then in a burst of brilliant light, the six brilliant crystals disappeared completely, and on the small island of Ron's heart lake, there was a huge rock with a dark blue rune.