When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1196 True God Witch
Horn felt the same sensation he had when he was possessed by the seed of the sacred tree.

He had no body, no soul, only a wisp of consciousness walking in the darkness.

All I could see was darkness, endless darkness.

Unlike last time, when at least there was a sign that the sacred tree seed was about to leap away.

This time, after drinking a cup of warm milk that was good for growing taller, he fell into a peaceful sleep.

Today is Sunday, so I can sleep alone.

Horn remembered that he was floating in a hazy dream, but suddenly, he seemed to vaguely hear the roar of some wild beast.

Suddenly, he woke up, and what he saw was this scene before him.

Having learned from his previous experience, he was no longer panicked this time, but waited silently.

This time, he didn't have to wait long before a blindingly huge explosion drew his attention.

Before he could redirect his consciousness in that direction, it shifted abruptly the next second.

"Get out of there!"

A dragon's language, composed purely of thought, entered Horn's mind. Although he couldn't understand the dragon's language, he strangely understood its meaning.

"Father……"

"I said hide in the back!"

This is?

Horn suddenly realized that his consciousness seemed to be attached to a small green dragon.

Could this be some kind of green dragon's memory? Horn immediately remembered the dream divination of the dragon's head that was to be performed tonight.

Can't this group of people be a little more reliable?

However, Horn wasn't too panicked, after all, it was a dream, and it wasn't like he hadn't experienced it before.

In the past, he might have panicked, but with the sacred tree seed, he can save his life.

The Holy Alliance has always debated whether the dragon's head is a black dragon or an oxidized green dragon, but now there's no need to argue about it anymore.

Horn saw it with his own eyes; it was a green dragon.

Looking left and right with its eyes, what comes into view is boundless darkness and an ocean of meteorites.

In just 0.1 seconds, Horn determined that this was the Astral Plane.

Within this astral plane, countless dragons fly, or rather, sail, through space.

Their appearance differs considerably from the stereotypical image of a dragon.

To give a simple example, many dragons seem to have something like propulsion devices installed on their wings.

Almost all dragons seem to be covered with a layer of metallic silver scales with tubes.

Some of the dragons even have clearly visible mechanical modifications, and some dragons even have chins made entirely of metal.

Because there are no reference points in the astral plane, Horn couldn't tell the size of these dragons.

However, if we compare the size of this dragon's head with that of Cynthia, the largest dragon would be almost as big as a mountain.

At a height of several hundred meters and a length of nearly a thousand meters, the dragon's wingspan could accommodate countless Cynthias.

So, is Grandma Cynthia actually a loli-type among the dragons?
And among the smallest of the dragons, there seem to be even smaller sub-dragons acting as wingmen.

Where are they going?
Horn didn't know that, he only knew that the little green dragon reluctantly slowed down and stayed in the last group.

The journey through the astral planes was incredibly tedious, and with no clue about the time, Horn almost fell asleep in his dream before they arrived at their destination.

The green dragon's wings suddenly tensed.

Horn could clearly feel the shiver running down his spine from the scales at the wingtips, making his consciousness tighten as well.

The boredom of previous astral travels had vanished, replaced by an almost suffocating sense of oppression.

The surrounding darkness suddenly gained weight, pressing down on the young dragon's body little by little.

Horn immediately looked away and saw a faint light flickering in the distance. It wasn't the tiny specks of stardust, but a deeper, rusty light.

The green dragon's pupils slowly dilated, and Horn saw clearly through those eyes.

That was the reflection of scales, but not the luster of a living creature.

He immediately realized that it was a dragon corpse.

These dragon corpses had half of their metal thrusters hanging from their bodies, and their wings were reduced to mere skeletons.

As for the metal joints, they were twisted into strange angles, like tree branches that had been forcibly broken off.

They floated in the darkness, some near meteorites, others colliding with each other.

This is a sea of ​​meteorites in the celestial realm.

What Horn couldn't sense, he could read from the green dragon's constant retreating movements.

Its claws gripped the meteorite beneath its feet, and the scales on its fingertips embedded themselves into the crevices of the rock.

As the green dragon's gaze swept over the largest skeleton, Horn noticed a low-frequency vibration, like a metallic core, emanating from its throat.

That mountain-sized dragon, with wingspans hundreds of meters, was now also a dragon corpse.

Judging from the scorch marks on its body, it clearly died in battle.

Suddenly, the green dragon's body sank, and Horn's consciousness also lost its weight.

The surrounding meteorites began to sway irregularly, some suddenly changing direction, while others converged towards an unseen center.

Tiny black dots appeared out of nowhere in the darkness, purer than the darkness of the astral plane.

The moment they appeared, the surrounding stardust was suddenly sucked in, forming swirling bands of light.

Even the image of the dragon corpse in the distance was stretched and distorted, as if being observed through twisted glass.

Even more chaotic is the flow of ether.

It wasn't the docile pale blue of the Saint Union Workshop; it was multicolored, like paint spilled from a bucket of dye, suddenly splattering out of the darkness.

These etheric streams had no fixed direction and crashed through the meteorite swarm.

The originally scattered meteorites gradually piled together, forming a denser meteorite cloud.

Even the meteorite beneath the green dragon's feet was pulled along, drifting towards the center of the cloud.

The green dragon immediately took flight, using a huge meteorite as cover, and slowly moved towards the edge of the rocky cloud.

After passing through several layers of thin stardust, the scene ahead made Horn pause for a moment.

The first thing I noticed was the vibration.

It wasn't a meteorite coming from beneath our feet, but a rhythmic tremor from a more distant space.

The green dragon's pupils contracted to a thin slit, and Horn followed its gaze.

There was a blurry shadow in the darkness, larger than the largest dragon corpse.

Despite being in a vacuum, its surface still gleamed with a damp sheen.

Countless long, thin things emerged from that mass of flesh, like tentacles or twisted metal tubes.

"True Goddess and Witch".

A voice suddenly entered Horn's consciousness, without direction or source, like water seeping into a sponge, directly merging into his perception.

Horn was initially puzzled, but then he immediately realized that this was a bloodline knowledge that dragons were born with.

Damn, that's so convenient.

The green dragon's body trembled violently, clearly having heard it as well.

A question surfaced in Horn's mind, and he was about to ask, "What is a true goddess witch?"

The voice rang out again, still in a flat, emotionless tone: "Among the adult forms of the witch race, almost none are not true gods."

Is this a witch? She seems quite different from the witches Horn remembers.

Only then did Horn become fully alert; perhaps this was the source of the witch!

Just then, the giant dragon in front of them suddenly moved.

At least dozens of dragons simultaneously spread their wings and charged toward the ball of flesh.

They held orbs of light of different colors in their mouths, some pale gold and some dark purple.

Like colorful shooting stars, they rushed towards that ball of flesh.

The green dragon instinctively raised its wings to cover its eyes.

But Horn peered through the gap in the wing bone and saw the two tentacles on the fleshy ball suddenly close together and snap their fingers lightly.

There was no sound, but the surrounding space suddenly changed.

The originally straight beam of light suddenly bent, as if it had been pressed onto a flat surface.

The silver dragon charging at the very front suddenly began to flatten its body, becoming flatter the faster it went.

Just as it was about to get close to the ball of flesh, it turned into a mirror with no thickness at the last minute.

Then, the mirror shook gently and shattered into countless pieces, dissipating into the stardust.

The surrounding meteorites then became blurred, like a watercolor painting soaked in water.

Other dragons continued their charge, some even teleporting short distances.

No matter how fast they went, they always turned into flat shadows whenever they got close to the witch.

In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred dragons were transformed into mirrors with no thickness.

"This is terrifying." Horn could hear the green dragon's chilling whisper.

Many dragons slowed their charge and attempted to maneuver around the enemy lines.

Just then, a beam of intense light suddenly shot out from the shattered mirror on the side. It was the black dragon that had previously transformed into a two-dimensional mirror!

He somehow dodged the witch's spell; his metal jaw opened, emitting a pure white light.

As if unable to dodge in time, the witch was directly hit by the white light.

"It's Eternal Light! Great, it hit the mark!"

Horn could sense the green dragon's excitement; its tail swayed gently, clearly indicating that it saw the light as a beacon of hope.

But the next second, the green dragon froze.

When the white light touched the witch's fleshy ball, it did not explode or penetrate it, but slowly turned into countless tiny points of light.

The specks of light, like fireflies scattered by the wind, vanished into the vacuum in the blink of an eye.

Why isn't the Eternal Light working?

"Is the intelligence incorrect?"

The witch's fleshy mound trembled, as if she were laughing.

Then, from the vacuum, a piercing, mocking voice suddenly rang out. It wasn't dragon language, but Horn could understand it: "Who told you I'm afraid of the Eternal Night Light?"

The surrounding dragons were stunned.

A sense of doubt arose in Horn's mind. Could it be that the dragons were not as capable as his staff, and had not even figured out the enemy's intelligence?

Just then, a golden dragon suddenly roared, "Damn it! It's not a problem with the intelligence, she's confused fate again!"

"No, we have to retreat first."

"Hmph, trying to escape? Too late, hahahahaha—"

Before she could finish speaking, the witch suddenly let out a sharp scream.

It wasn't because of pain, it was because of fear.

A tiny purple flame, no bigger than a fingernail, suddenly ignited on the surface of the witch's fleshy ball.

The flame did not spread, but it caused the witch's tentacles to swing wildly, even stirring up the surrounding stardust.

Even more strangely, the witch suddenly contracted her body and tore off the small half of her body that was still covered in flames.

He tossed the piece of meat far away, as if it were a hot iron.

The moment the piece of meat was separated from the main body, it was burned to ashes by the purple flames, leaving not even a trace of ash.

"You despicable beasts!"

Even without the green dragon's reaction, Horn himself could feel the fury of the fleshy witch.

Horn wanted to watch some more, but time seemed to have been fast-forwarded.

And so, before his eyes, the dragon and the witch clashed again and again.

Beams of light, melee combat, distorting spacetime, transforming into a giant dragon, and even suddenly having a giant dragon attack one's companions.

The changes in the meteorite sea are more obvious.

The originally scattered meteorites were continuously compressed by the aftershocks of the battle, slowly coalescing into an irregular sphere.

The surrounding black holes and etheric flow were slowly sucked into the sphere, eventually forming a small planet.

However, compared to Horn's home universe, this planet obviously did not undergo a continuous compression process and is relatively loose.

It's less of a planet and more of a nebula of stardust bound together by dragon corpses.

The dragon corpses that died in battle were not collected by their comrades, so they were simply thrown onto that planet.

Looking through the green dragon's eyes, Horn felt that the shape of the piled-up dragon corpses was becoming more and more familiar.

The main peak, the side peaks, running north-south, and even several valleys formed by varying elevations...

"Dragon Sleeping Mountains?" The thought popped into Horn's mind.

The battle continued, and the number of dragons dwindled, but fortunately, the witch's flesh ball was also slowly shrinking.

The fleshy ball, originally the size of an asteroid, gradually shrank to the size of an adult dragon.

It has far fewer tentacles on its surface, and its movements have become sluggish.

Finally, amidst countless beams of light, the mass of flesh suddenly contracted violently.

Next, layers of transparent membranes and flesh peeled off the surface of the flesh ball, revealing the outline inside.

It's not a ball of flesh, it's a woman.

She wore a dark purple robe, her long hair as black as ink cascading down to her waist, and her skin as white as paper, yet devoid of any color.

"You bunch of vile beasts, I'll remember you." She had barely revealed her human form when she uttered these harsh words before disappearing from sight.

Horn looked around for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how she left.

Then a piercing scream came from afar behind them. A scream that could come out of a vacuum could only come from this witch.

Through the green dragon's eyes, Horn saw her looking down at her arm.

A purple flame, the size of a fingernail, reappeared on her arm and was slowly spreading.

Where the flames passed, the skin did not burn; instead, it began to become transparent.

The witch immediately reached out to wipe away the flames, but her fingers were burned and she pulled them back as soon as they touched the fire.

The flame seemed to be alive, climbing up her arm and quickly spreading to her shoulders, neck, and head.

Time stood still for a moment, and then a brighter flame suddenly burst forth from her body.

It's not purple, it's gold, the color of the sun.

The green dragon instinctively closed its eyes, and when it opened them again, the woman's figure had vanished.

Only a single golden flame hovered in the darkness, with a few specks of black ash floating around it.

But the golden flames did not go out.

It throbbed gently, and suddenly a voice came from the flames: "Then your clan will stay here and hold out."

Suddenly, a beam of light shot out from the flame into the darkness, like a hand, burning a hole in the darkness out of thin air.

Horn could see countless blurry, strangely shaped shadows behind the opening.

Headless giants, insects with countless eyes, long-nosed rabbits... they surged towards the opening.

It immediately burst into flames upon contact with the light of the fire, turning into wisps of black smoke that quickly dissipated.

The flames then burned open another opening in another direction.

After the two openings appeared, the flames began to release a large amount of light and heat.

The surrounding etheric flow was slowly drawn in, converging into a transparent bubble between the two openings.

No, it's not a bubble, Horn realized.

A bubble in the three-dimensional world becomes a hole in the two-dimensional world!
Sure enough, the sphere made of meteorite and dragon corpse, along with all the dragons present, involuntarily floated into the bubble.

As for the etheric flow, it continues to converge, gradually blocking both openings.

Horn looked up and saw that the etheric flow had formed an etheric vortex, with pale golden light surging inside.

I suppose that must be the sun.

"From now on, our mission is to guard this place," the voice of the flames rang out again. "When all things end, the supreme eternal fire will resurrect us when a new time begins."

Then, this true goddess witch will be discarded in the old timeline, understand?

Several low, dragon-like voices echoed from the surrounding area, the remaining dragons responding with submissive tones.

Why should we guard it? Wasn't that true goddess witch burned to ashes?

The flame seemed to hear his question and then spoke: "The True Goddess Witch cannot die. She is a true god and cannot die at all."

She will definitely be resurrected in the future, and then the second line of defense will kick in.

A second line of defense?
Horn wanted to ask more, but the flames had already begun to move.

It carried those few specks of black ash and suddenly rushed towards the sphere, burrowing directly into its interior.

Time was fast-forwarded once again.

Horn saw the remaining dragons begin to work on the sphere.

Atmosphere, rain, ocean, continents, forests... all the things that belong to life gradually built up on the planet.

Unfortunately, those dragons began to wither away little by little, their numbers dwindling.

After an unknown amount of time, tiny creatures began to swim in the river, and birds began to appear in the air.

Horn could sense the green dragon possessing him; its emotions were changing, no longer filled with fear, but with a sense of peace and anticipation.

Until that giant tree appeared.

Without any warning, it suddenly emerged from outside the atmosphere and descended towards the ground.

The green dragon stopped what it was doing, looked up at the giant tree, and let out a long, drawn-out dragon cry, as if it were a warning.

Could it be... those elves?

Horn's consciousness suddenly began to blur, as if it were being slowly diluted by water.

The green dragon's perspective began to shake, and the surrounding scenery became increasingly faint until it completely disappeared into the darkness.

Finally, only a warm light remained, enveloping his consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, the ceiling came into view.

It was already light outside the window.

(End of this chapter)