Mel Odeus's core exploded in a burst of light.

As Winkel's breathing faded and [Dracoridge]'s skeleton turned to dust, her death spread to others, eventually taking her from her. The wreckage of the core expanded, taking on the shape of a screaming woman of purple energy; The evil artificial soul of Mel Odeus, who struggles from the destruction of her ship.

The cruel ghost let out a howl of pain, and her body grew bigger and bigger......

Until finally, with the last wail, her soul was torn apart. Like a balloon popping out of it, her essence was dispersed, allowing all her enslaved souls to escape. After this explosion of spiritual energy, Van Kkel's [dazzling theater] collapsed on its own, and golden dust fell on the stage like raindrops.

Hundreds of ghosts fled from all sides, finally breaking free from her iron fist. Dragons, Minions, Manlin, and all the species known to Van Kel finally found their freedom and fled to their final resting place.

A few ghosts didn't follow right away. The golden soul of King Wotan paid homage to the only enemy he respected, Vai

queu

nodded sharply, then mounted his horse and galloped towards the afterlife of some warrior.

Another icy ghost flew towards Winkel, an old face that had never made peace with a dragon.

"Ice Fang." Winkel recognized the maggot and bowed his head respectfully. "We'll never settle our grievances...... But know that I will never forget you, my only opponent. "May the old maggot give you another life, so that we can fight again."

Icefang's soul grimaced, but when Winkel saluted him, the Frost Demon returned the favor; Make peace with his opponents.

The spirits of the wives bowed to Winkel, as did the minions, until at last, there was only one soul left.

"Victor," Winkel held out his hand to the ghost of his chief of staff, as did the squire. With his Fist of Victory, the dragon should be able to touch him.

However, when friend Victor's finger was less than an inch from his companion's claw, his ghost disappeared into the air.

Van Kerr watched the scene, exhausted, bleeding, and depressed.

Congratulations! You saved Ofremond, led a major league to ultimate victory, and defeated the nascent goddess Mel Odius in the official trial of Valhalla, earning 4 levels in The Fishing King and 5 in The Wizard General! You have gained the [Fertile Feet], [Enclave], [Exorcism II], [Strong Magic Resistance], and [Salem Trial] class perks!

+270 hp， +130 sp， +5 st

， +10 vit， +4 ski， +6 agi， +3 i

t， +9 cha， +6 lack。

[Fertile Feet]: Spell, 100 SP per hour. As you walk on the ground, you create a [plant] creature with every step you take. [Plants] are randomly selected and can range from roses to sapient creatures like [Eldertree].

[Enclave]: Once a day, you can decide to declare an area within a mile of you as part of your territory. When using your privileges, this area will be counted as your land/country.

[Exorcism II]: You can cast [Exorcism] to the second layer. This replaces [Exorcism 1].

[High Magic Resistance]: You gain [Magic Resistance] (including all spells and similar effects, but excluding technology and magic weapons), and you will not be affected by spells of level 6 and below unless you wish. This replaces [Low Magic Resistance].

[Salem Trial]: Trick, 80 SP. You accuse a target in sight to get him to confess his witchcraft and get repentance. If they have the caster's class level but fail the Charisma check, their SP will drop to 0 and the HP damage they take will be equal to the value lost. Even if your target is not the caster, you'll waste the cost of that skill.

Congratulations! For Capping [Fisherman], you gain the Capstone buff [Grail Incarnation].

[Grail Incarnate]: Your blood has healing properties. Exposure to your bloodstream will have the same effect as a healing potion, with a pint regenerating 500 HP; The undead will be harmed. Drinking your own blood will not cure you.

You've reached level 99. You can now enter [Valhalla] and try [Apotheosis].

Level 99. Finally, divinity is within reach.

But without his best friend by his side, everything is meaningless.

Winkel turned to Victor's body, then lifted his buff, and the fight was over. The dragon gently took the body of his faithful companion in his hand, along with the scythe, and walked to the gate in the center of the platform.

This time, as soon as Vangel touched the door, the door moved. Five friendly female voices appear at the same time.

"Come in!"

The gate widens and becomes an entrance to another space. A golden staircase floats in a strange universe that leads to. The dragon climbed up, holding his dead friend in his hands. If Van Kerr needs to be a god to raise him, so be it!

It didn't take long for the Emperor to reach the top of the mountain, a golden platform larger than when he fought Odius.

A powerful female dragon was waiting for him there, and she was sitting on her noble ass with noble excitement.

The creature dwarfed Winkel in size and majesty, as she was even larger than Emperor Tarask. Each of her five heads wears an elaborate crown that shows off her jewel-like eyes. Her wings were enough to shroud the entire city in terrible shadows, and her golden claws even made [Vault Armor] shine. Her scales are not fixed to one color, but constantly shift between all colors, like a living rainbow.

This entity is the epitome of the Dragons, incorporating the best traits of all of Orfraymond's scaly creatures. From Zmey to li

o

m to the true dragon, all the members of the richest species in existence are descendants of her.

The legendary old demon.

From the very beginning, Winkel knew that things would turn out this way. Who else but the ultimate maggot could create this system created by dragons? Who else can welcome Winkel and elevate him to his rightful position as the supreme being over all things? The red dragon held his head high, ready for the great honor that was about to be bestowed upon him.

Then the old maggot spoke, shattering Winkel's illusions.

"Congratulations, my child! Each of her heads sticks out her tongue like a mute, ruining her majestic appearance. To his horror, this suddenly reminded Van Kerr of Glenich. "I'm an excellent old demon!" Oh yes!"

Van Kelle was stunned, his entire worldview mercilessly crumbling before his eyes.

"I'm so happy!" She wagged her tail like a dog as she spoke. "One of my dragons has finally succeeded!"

Winkel silently looked at her demeanor, at the heads, at the stupidity that flashed in her eyes, and suddenly realized the terrible truth.

Old Demon ......

The old maggot is a Zemi!

"My life is built on lies!" Winkel grumbled, startled by the heresy in front of him. "God...... God is Zemi!"

"In front of me, all dragons are equal!" The holy ancestors of all monsters said affectionately. "It doesn't matter how many positives there are!"

Winkel felt ashamed and dirty, but he managed to keep his fears under control. Even if the scriptures are very wrong, this ...... This entity is his ancestor and therefore deserves his respect. When his chief of staff died at his hands, he couldn't make a big noise.

"Please, great old demon." Winkel placed the corpses of his servants as a sacrifice before the sacred Zeme. "Can you bring my chief of staff back to life?"

"Oh yes!" The old maggot waved her hand, summoning ancient dragon magic. “Zippity Zappata !”

Life returned to his friend Victor's body, and his chief of staff gasped.

"Oh God," Manlin said, the shock of the sudden resurrection that brought him to his feet. "Oh God, there's a truck!" Where's the truck?!"

"My friend, you're back!" Van Kerr got carried away with joy and rubbed his servant with his nose. Friend Victor was a little embarrassed, but he responded to the gesture by holding the dragon's nose.

"He's so cute!" The old demon gushed to Winkel's perfect servant, scrutinizing him with her five heads. Friend Victor took a step back in surprise. "His wings are so beautiful!"

"I've groomed him well and trained him well," Winkel said, baring his chest, pride in his choice of partner outweighed disgust. "His genes are impeccable, and he has proven his abilities countless times."

"Wait, is this the center of Valhalla?" his friend Victor looked around, confused. "The source of the system?"

"Friend Victor, didn't I tell you that this system was designed for dragons for dragons?" Winkel replied, then bowed to the old demon. Whether she is a god or not, her strength and kindness cannot be overstated. "Thank you for your free resurrection, great old demon."

"It's okay, I do it every time my servant dies!" Giant Zmey replied.

"Your minions?" Victor asked suspiciously.

"Oh yes, they're shy in front of strangers!" The old demon cleared her throat and began to summon her servants in the manner of a dragon. "Minions! Minion! Minions!"

Twelve giants teleported instantaneously around the platform.

Winkel immediately recognized Sabra, the despicable villain among them, and he made no secret of his disappointment. The God of Destruction must have wanted the evil Mel Odius to take her place as the Destroyer. Winkel vaguely recognized others from the statues on display in the temples he visited, from the majestic King Mith

as) to the greedy Shesha.

Most people don't seem to want to stay here.

"Yes," said the gods in unison, with a look of shame, "Your Majesty?"

Friend Victor silently watched each of them, and most turned their heads away in embarrassment. One of the dark elves, the goddess Camilla, blushed shyly, while the mermaid did her best to avoid the chief of staff's gaze. Only a giant squid and a giant dice don't seem to be bothered, mainly because they seem to be lost in their own little world.

"God?" Friend Victor asked the old demon, and there was no emotion in his voice. "The gods are your servants?"

"What is a god," the old maggot conveyed her wisdom, "isn't it a servant of the dragon?"

"But why?" My friend Victor still refuses to admit it. "Why did you create this system?" What is the meaning of life?"

"Make dragons richer and stronger!" The old demon dragon replied proudly.

Friend Victor fell to his knees and had a nervous breakdown.

Winkel smiled proudly, and this irrefutable proof proved that he was right. He could have boasted that he was right, but that was out of taste. On the contrary, the dragon does its best to appear complacent and conceited.

"It's always been ......," his friend Victor muttered to himself. In the ......"

"I'm sorry, Victor." Camila covered her face with her hands and apologized. "We think that if our mortal followers knew about it, they would look down on us."

"Whenever possible, we suppress memory," said a white deer.

"Wait, is that why you can't claim the dragon?" Friend Victor looked up, and the gods nodded slowly. "Because the Minions can't adopt dragons?"

"Dragons claim to be forbidden until the end of the world!" The old maggot angrily slapped its tail against the platform, shaking it to the ground.

"You're the closest thing we've ever found to a loophole," a raven god with a scythe told Victor.

"Oh, you're claimed?" The old maggot observed the half-dragon servant with a curious gaze, like a stupid child holding a toy. "You've got so many Marks!"

"Well, at this point, only Sabra's is gone," said friend Victor, glancing at the bugs.

The old maggot looked between the two with her five heads, then focused entirely on Sabra. "Minions".

“… Is it? The insect god asked anxiously, knowing what was going to happen next.

"Give it to him." The old demon nagged. "Give it to him!"

"No, you can't make me do that!" The worm became rebellious. "He stole the soul of my prophet!"

The old demon glared at him with her ten eyes, like a parent to an unruly child. "To him, minion!" Complete this set!"

Unable to resist his "gaze", Sabra turned to Victor, many of his eyes flashing with pure anger. The light shone out from under the chief of staff's armor and quickly faded away.

"I hate you," the worm god grumbled. "I hate you so much."

"I'd better get a special treatment from this," said friend Victor, who has recovered from his heretical revelations. "World...... Is the world saved?" Did we win?"

"Of course!" Winkel raised his fist and boasted on behalf of both of them. "Did you ever doubt it, friend Victor?"

"Mel Odeus was destroyed, her soul was torn into the ether, and you succeeded in sealing Chrom Cruche," said Mithra, the god of Manlin. "For that, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts."

"Oh yes! The old maggot focused on serious matters again, clearing his throat. “Vai

queu

K

ightzba

E, you have proven your aversion to (apotheosis)!"

In fact, she misspelled his own name, much to Winkel's annoyance, but the dragon was still majestic and calm. "Oh, great old maggot, if being a god means becoming a servant, then I can't accept it." The emperor said that this scene made him reconsider.

"No, no, that's good!" They never intended to be Minion Godz! This system was made for you......" Divine Zme paused, "and the fairies." ”

Van Kle immediately froze. "Great Elder Maggot, didn't you design a system for dragons?"

"Yes, but I created this system with my best friend Eldy," replied the god-like Zemi. "He's a fairy, but he's very nice!"

"Boss?" Friend Victor asked, connecting the dots. "First game?"

"Yes! He was always lonely, so I gave him a soul and he made a Minion so I wouldn't feel hungry. We left Ofraymond to our children, and we created this system to make them strong together!"

"Wait, so dragons only created half the world?" Winkel asked, his entire worldview crumbling with every word. "The other half is made by a fairy?"

"Oh yes!" The old demon nodded. "But our kids never fight, so we fight them!" Eldy got his elven soul back, and I got my dragon's magic back! Then we leave to create new worlds and systems, but I sneak souls to other species because it's not fair to them. ”

"Well, I guess they didn't learn their lesson," said friend Victor, who came up with a strange theory about it. Now it was his turn to triumphantly.

"Orcs and dragons were never told about this system before they argued," Mithra said. "Because of their arrogance and laziness, they never really sought to become stronger, and therefore never took the steps needed to activate it."

"Say it yourself, Manlin!" Vai

queu

replied. "Doing nothing is the purest expression of wealth and power!"

"Of course," Mithra replied with heavy sarcasm. "In any case, the system is dormant, forgotten and inactive until Dice accidentally enters and reactivates it."

"I'll get out! A giant dice pleaded in the corner. "Scroll my DLC!"

"We were asked to keep Valhalla's secrets and interfere as little as possible with these two primitive species," added a hooded acolyte goddess. "For better or for worse, they must find their own path to greatness."

"You have two choices, my child! The old demon said. "I can make you the god administrator of this system, and I can also reincarnate you."

"First of all, Her Majesty can reincarnate you elsewhere, in a more difficult world, you can continue your progress," Camila said. "Your level will be reset to 1, but you will keep your existing skills and find challenges worthy of your immense strength."

"Quite a few [Epic] candidates are adrenaline junkies who are more interested in adventure than divinity," said the c

owma

God likes to say. "I almost regret not following them, but, alas, it wouldn't be very interesting without my opponents."

"I don't remember getting that invitation," said the mermaid's little attendant.

"Me too." A large squid shouted.

"Because you're drunk and you're hiatious." Mithra snapped in exasperation.

"Wait, how many worlds and systems are there?" Friend Victor asked.

"Uncountable, my child's servant." The older maggot replied wisely and kindly. "I can create systems, but so can many others!" We have hundreds of people and we all have a lot of planets to explore! There's so much work that I need to delegate to someone else!"

One of the dwarven goddesses continued: "Difficult worlds are problematic and expensive to maintain, but they can give you challenges."

"But there is no Disdo." The old demon said. "It's unfair, it's immoral."

"Or," Mithra coughed. "You can earn a [god] rank and join the Pantheon."

"It's the rule." The old demon said. "I think you should choose theology."

"Why?" Winkel asked, still not convinced.

"This system was never for us," Camila said. Then he added, "It's unfortunate."

Mithra said, "It was originally made for dragons and orcs." "Even if we rise, our impact on it is limited. In claims terms, we are moderators, not administrators. ”

"But if you ascend to heaven, you can update the system!" The old monster said to Van Kle. "I never have time because I have to manage hundreds, some very complex, but you can improve it!"

"You can add the race level," Bailu said, "to balance it out!"

"So?" Mithra cleared his throat. "What's your choice, Lord Knight?"

The dragon glanced at the old maggot and her twelve minions, not knowing what to do, but happy with the offer. Finally, he can become the supreme ruler of Outmund and turn the whole world into his treasure.

Then he looked at his chief of staff, who had not yet been mentioned, and a suspicion formed in his mind. "Where's Victor's friend?" The dragon asked.

The sad expressions on the five faces of the old demon dragon immediately confirmed Winkel's concern.

"I'm sorry, my child." The old demon said. "He doesn't have the necessary level. I had to send him down. ”

"What?" Friend Victor protested.

"Why?" Winkel roared angrily before calming down. Losing his temper in front of his ancestors, even in front of the Zeme people, loses his identity. "He helped me in everything! Together, we defeated the army of fairies!"

"I've died for the fourth time!" Victor added.

"Yes, but you don't have Vai

queu

So much experience. Mithra said. It's K

ightsba

e defeated Odieuse and did most of the work. And you, Dalton...... Well...... You are the companion of it all. ”

"Okay, maybe that's a bit excessive, but why not raise my rank?" Victor. "Vaikel can grant free noble ranks, can't he?"

"No, or your soul will become a balloon!" The old maggot warned.

"What, Your Majesty—"

"Your Majesty! The old monster reprimanded Mithra, and now Winkel suspected that Mithra was her chief of staff. "Start with M!" I can tell!"

"Her Majesty means that ranks, attributes, and privileges put pressure on souls, and someone must acquire them naturally." Mithras explained with a grimace. "Artificially exaggerating your levels with loopholes and loopholes can cause the soul to become unstable, as you see in Mel Odeus."

"Just like this guy, he's trying to get free ranks from every authority class," said a huge, squid-like mermaid. "His soul became a balloon"

"It's funny, unexpected," one of the crows giggled.

Mith

AS continued, "Mel Odius soared to level 99 by viciously absorbing the experience of other souls and using a device like the Black Crown, without attaining any of her levels." In the end, it tore at her unstable soul. If she manages to reach this place...... Her ascension could destroy the entire system, or worse. Some of the free levels are good, especially if you get them early, but if you get more, you risk losing your chance of survival. ”

"That's why there are badges and hard limits," the greedy Shesha explained. "The crest in particular limits rampant inflation; They help assess whether a person has actually acquired the skills needed to advance further. ”

"And ......," said Victor's friend, hanging on his scythe, muttered to himself, "I'm too tall." ”

"You've become so powerful that only world-shaking feats can give you enough experience to level up," Camila said. "Not even (Exp Dodos) is enough. I'd love to have you with us, by my side, but not yet. ”

"Then I reject God." Winkel had heard enough and said firmly.

"Your Majesty......" said Victor's friend in a low voice.

"Manlin and I had agreed to ascend together, as two parts of a larger whole," Winkel replied. "If we can't rise together, send us back to my empire so I can rule it until my manlin is ready."

"I can't." The old demon dragon said firmly. "The rules apply to everyone. Even one of my children. ”

Vai

queu

"When I entered here, I wasn't at level 99," he noted. Why can't I go back to my Minions?"

The old maggot considered his words and saw the wisdom in them.

"I can send both of you back to Oldremond." The ancestor of the dragon clan said, although she sounded sad about the development of events. "My child, I think it's your choice to be reincarnated. But you can't come back. Divinity is not a revolving door. ”

"Wait!" Friend Victor spoke out. "Can I talk to Van Kerr alone before he makes a decision?"

The old demon nodded, leaving them alone in the manner of a dragon.

She turned her back on the duo.

"Minions, turn around!" She commanded the gods. "Minions!"

"It's ridiculous," Mithra complained, but obeyed like everyone else.

"Roll me to the left!" Turn me to my perspective!"

Finally, all the Minions turn around – the dice are hiding in the arms of a giant squid – and Victor looks up at his partner. "Are you sure you want to refuse, your M-"

“Vai

queu

.” The evil dragon reminded his friend. "You've earned that privilege, Victor."

"Vajkir, are you sure you want to refuse?" Friend Victor said. "Of course, we can't have adventures together after you ascend to heaven, but we can still hang out together sometimes. It's not that bad, I always do it. You can do a lot of good things there and make sure that all the chaos doesn't happen again. It may even be possible to make up for the (Dracoridge) class before the new Mel Odeus appears. ”

"We've got to talk about it, Victor-" Camila was sulking as she was gagged by another minion.

"What I'm trying to say is that the planet needs a responsible person to take the helm, not 12 people pulling it in all directions," Victor Friend continued, with some other devout minions grumbling in the back. "And ...... Maybe friendship is blind, but I can't think of a better fit for the job than you. ”

"Friend Victor, what do you think of our commitment?" Vai

queu

Say. "Will we go to heaven together?"

"I can go up and join you later." The Reaper replied, though he sounded a little intimidated by the task at hand. "Now that we've saved the world, I may need to brush up on a lot of quests to reach Valhalla on my own. But I will. ”

Winkel observed his companion, trying to make sense of his reasoning. Through the helmet, he saw through his eyes.

His manlin is for Winkel's good...... Even if he doesn't understand what he means. Winkel had come to the end of his life path, which marked his hierarchical progression; His minions know that even if the dragon likes to rule his empire for a while, he will always crave greater wealth and greater heights. For the great catastrophe of this era, Ofraymond has become too small, and he will resent himself for staying where he is.

Friend Victor was reluctant to leave his master, but he understood that sometimes, the role of the chief of staff was not to stand by his dragon.

Sometimes, their role is to watch them fly to new riches and manage what is left behind.

"Minions," Winkel said, his heart heavy. "Bend your knees."

Victor did so without complaint, bowing to his master like a dark knight.

"Promise me," Winkel said. "Promise me in your honor and in my honor that one day you will ascend to heaven. that you may be united with me, and that you may be with me in heaven, as you are on earth. ”

"I swear," Death announced.

"Promise me that you will take care of my treasure," Wankel continued. "My servants and the land. Promise me that you will put my niece Julie on the throne and guide her faithfully. Promise me that you will rule justly and adhere to the same values as me. Promise me that you will take care of my family and protect them as I do. ”

"I swear." The former prime minister repeated, a warm liquid running through his helmet.

"I'm going to throw up."

"Shut up, Sabra." The other attendant replied, but the dragon didn't recognize which.

"Promise me that you will have to reproduce." Winkel added, ignoring background noise. "That your children may be as many as my children." Promise me to breed until the world is full of your good genes, so that all dragons will one day have a minions as good as you. ”

"I ...... I swore with my little finger ......" the man was more reluctant, but still from the heart.

"Finally......" Van Kerr said as quietly as he could, lowering his head. Don't tell my kind......" He shivered as he glanced at Elder Zmay's back, "This. ”

"I swear."

Good. The dragons weren't ready.

Winkel nodded in satisfaction. "Then, I remove you from your position as my chief of staff. One day, we will meet here as equals. Until then...... Makes me proud. ”

He always did.

"Is this ......" friend Victor looked up and looked at his mortal master one last time before ascending to heaven, "Is this a farewell, Wankel?"

"No, Victor." Varkel replied that Valhalla's light engulfed them both.

"It's goodbye."

Congratulations. You have risen one level in [God].

Chosen field: [Dragon], [Leadership], [Wealth], [Growth].

Your mortal journey is over.

But your story is just beginning.