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This is the origin of Bai Ruolong's connection with the Ye Jie family.
The gods and dragons gathered here share the same origin.
This also means——
This is something Type-Moon absolutely must experience—they're fighting themselves.
This place is the world of mental images, the innermost innermost part of the great serpent.
That night, the God of Calamity specially designated a battlefield to prevent interference from the "unknown demon" and "Matou Pond".
He wanted to resolve the immediate problem quickly before engaging in combat with the other guys.
The serpent tail of the Night God, which pounced from the side, collided fiercely with Ruolong's dragon wings.
It is not simply a matter of mutual opposition.
The magic and properties hidden within—mysterious contradictions.
Ruolong is the Great Ancestor Long Typhon.
The God of Night Calamity is the Serpent of the Underworld.
Neither is inferior to the other; they can be said to be the two sides of the same divine nature.
Mystery and magic, along with the will to rule them all, collided. Lightning could even be seen emanating from their point of contact.
Like a powerful electromagnet, both of them were bounced up.
"
Shedding tears is the correct way to say it.
A single drop falls from a fist clenched to its limit.
A few seconds later, a crimson substance, tens of thousands of times larger than water droplets, sprayed out from the point of impact.
It was like a volcanic eruption.
Its true form, resembling lava, is scarlet feathers.
However, their firepower was beyond the realm of ordinary mystery.
The mind is not even allowed to collapse.
All that remained were white, carbonized, dried fragments. Reduced to ashes.
The dragon's wings and feathers will surely tear apart all things.
The fiery red feathers that burned away everything.
A world of despair and flames stirred up by beautiful wings.
This was the power of Emperor Taizu Long. Typhon, and Ruolong floated in the air.
Under its control, fiery red and white feathers drew double helixes in the air, charging towards the God of Night Calamity.
"You can't win. You should be able to feel the insurmountable gap between us."
A magnificent, layered sound emanated from the body formed by the God of Night Calamity.
In an instant, before the words had even finished, the unparalleled breath of the underworld descended.
It was a silent yet abyss-like aura that quietly enveloped the entire space.
Everything was frozen in time.
Because the two are of the same origin, the God of Night Calamity directly reversed the power that Bai Ruolong was using at this moment.
"Perhaps," Bai Ruolong replied calmly.
He knew, of course, that simply using the power of the Great Ancestor Dragon would be almost insufficient to cause any effective harm to this deity.
Not only for this reason, but there was also an insurmountable chasm between him and Him—
In terms of the use of power, he is no less capable than the Night God before him.
At this moment, it is not only a battle between powers, but also a battle of souls and consciousness.
The scale of man can never compare to the scale of God.
Even setting aside quality, his defeat was already predetermined in terms of quantity alone.
Close your eyes.
The young man breathed slowly.
That alone is enough to create a chilling magic.
Just as the miasma covering the mountains was further compressed, something of unknown origin was born in the youth.
Their wings intertwined, making a clicking sound.
It was as if a giant machine had started up.
Ruolong's outer shell and dragon wings are intricately combined together.
He began to draw upon the magical power condensed from the portion of authority belonging to the God of Night Calamity. The human and the god were originally of the same origin, not to mention the connection between them and Akira Night Calamity.
They are one!
Nearly 70% of the outer shell covering Ruolong's body transformed into a massive cannon muzzle.
This is the technology of the Wandering Sea—
It is also the power that Bai Ruolong devoured, which she seized from mythology.
This is a power that the God of Night Calamity cannot invoke at this moment.
In mythology, there are several powers or artifacts that determine one's image.
Like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel.
For example, Thor's hammer, Mjolnir.
For example, King Arthur's sword, Excalibur.
This is one of them.
"—Keraunos, Zeus's Thunder King"
The power stolen from the chief gods of Greek mythology distorted the world.
Now, Ruolong's powers have reached a critical point.
Open the gate to the Age of Gods.
Look up to them, the destined one.
Kneel down, gods.
This is the greatest terror in nature, and its name is—
"You are the lightning that tears the universe apart (Nega·Keraunos)."
A swirling thunderbolt ripped through the night sky.
A personification of destruction, painted red and black, that evaporates the world. A vortex gravity vibration that defies the laws of physics, allowing nothing to stand in its way.
The moisture in the atmosphere will dry up immediately, and everything will break down into molecules.
“Foolish resistance is nothing but a futile struggle.” Its voice grew even deeper, and the concentration of the Breath of the Underworld rose once more.
"Even if you can invoke my magic to exercise another power that I do not have, as our connection deepens, the authority of your body no longer belongs to you alone."
In an instant, almost equal and homogeneous amounts of energy rebounded.
Thunder is always met with thunder.
Faced with this impossible clash, the vortex of lightning let out a mournful cry.
Just like a tyrannical dragon and a giant dragon they met for the first time, piercing each other's throats with their fangs.
The roar was deafening.
In the vacuum born from the violent collision, the raging hurricane makes the mind waver precariously.
Bai Ruolong frowned.
I don't know whether to cry or laugh.
one more time.
Ruolong's furnace core ignited.
He can extract astonishing magical power simply by breathing. It goes far beyond the level of magic.
That's equivalent to what an average magician could draw upon the magical power of dozens of people with just a single breath from the world.
The next moment, a strange magical power burst forth violently from Bai Ruolong's body.
It was white.
The flawless white, a white that does not belong to this mental world, is pure yet carries an eerie sense of oppression, as if it comes from some kind of power outside the mental world.
"Well done, I'll help you."
The sound suddenly rang out, echoing in Bai Ruolong's consciousness like a whisper. The tone was long and indistinct, as if it came from an endless abyss, or as if it were close to her ear.
At the same time, white tree roots twisted and grew wildly from where he was, as if they were alive.
They clung to his body like tentacles, then spread at an astonishing speed, covering his entire mental world almost in the blink of an eye.
The tree roots, like a dense spider web, completely sealed off this space.
The once chaotic mental image is now occupied by this endless white, every inch of it is suppressed by tree roots, and every vein is tightly entangled.
The consciousness of the God of Night Calamity struggled, but its immense divine power seemed so powerless at this moment, like a trapped giant beast confined in a white cage, furious but unable to break free.
"I hope you can keep your word."
Bai Ruolong simply sighed softly in response, and then fell into a deep sleep.
"Of course, after all, I have always been honest and trustworthy."
Chapter 393 Please Die Again