Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 833 Dragon Demon Aziz Dakha

At this moment, it is unknown to what extent the battle in heaven has progressed, and the time curve between heaven and earth is lengthening.

Attar had no idea which side the battle in heaven was leaning towards at this moment, so he had to quickly retrieve his spiritual light and rush back to heaven for support.

Atar, who had no interest in talking to mortals, was even more direct and wanted to take the spiritual light directly from Faridun.

The aged Faridun's mind went blank for a moment as he faced the huge flaming hand reaching out to him.

But even so, he subconsciously dodged and rolled over to avoid Attar's hand that was grabbing him.

The gorgeous silk royal robe brushed against the ground, and the sacred fire burned Faridun's temples.

As if he had not expected Faridun to dodge, Attar was stunned for a moment, and then the flames around him burst into flames again.

"King of men! Are you going to disobey God's will?"

Because of the vision of the coming of the Heavenly Fire, other ministers and nobles in the royal city also rushed over quickly, including Faridun's three sons.

As they watched this scene, all kinds of different thoughts suddenly arose in their minds, and countless dark thoughts grew at this moment.

"Father, what's going on? What has God meant?"

Faridun's eldest son spoke first, seemingly caring about his father, but in fact he was persuading Faridun to obey Attar's will.

"Yes, father, what kind of offerings does the God want? Then we should obey."

His second son followed suit and said that Attar's voice could be heard throughout the royal city, so how could they not have heard it?
However, Faridun had been on the throne for too long, so long that his sons could no longer wait.

The two brothers who once wanted to compete with Faridun had already died of old age, but Faridun still hung on to his life, weak but tenaciously living on the throne.

And now, from Attar's mouth, they may know why their father is so old yet so tenacious.

Aura, as long as he holds the aura, he will not die, just like the thousand-year-old Snake King and the wise king Jamshid.

They began to admonish Faridun, urging him not to disobey God's will and not to bring disaster to the kingdom and the earth.

As a wise king, he should be prepared to sacrifice himself. After all, being a king for five hundred years is quite a long time.

Not only Faridun's son, but other noble ministers also gave such advice, thinking about how they could benefit from the change of the throne.

They don't care why the gods suddenly want to take away the spiritual light, they only care about the immediate benefits they can gain.

What they once dared not do because of Faridun's majesty, they could now boldly say in the name of God.

He was advised by many ministers and his own son. The sacred fire of Attar, the god of fire, was burning before his eyes, but he was so old that he could not even lift his sword.

Faridun stared at everything in front of him. The God of Fire strode towards him, stretched out his burning palm, and the spiritual light in his body was dancing.

The spiritual light that was once imperceptible to Faridun could now be felt by him. It was awakened by Attar's breath, and the flaming palm sank into Faridun's chest.

Attar grasped the spiritual light, and also grasped Faridun's life.

Once this spiritual light leaves Faridun's body, his old and feeble body will inevitably die of weakness, and his life will end here.

This didn't seem to be a big deal. He had been through so much, experienced so much, and in a life span of more than 500 years, he didn't seem to have any regrets.

But he still had things he hadn't done, words he hadn't said, and people he hadn't met. He didn't want to die just like that, and even if he had to stay on the throne, he wanted to linger on.

The weak Faridun grabbed Atar's arm and put it into his chest. The sacred fire burning on it burned Faridun's nerves.

He wanted to stop it, but he was too old to have any strength to resist.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the mocking voice of the black snake, just like the weak snake king who could only let him pierce his chest with the sword.

"Now you're as weak as I am, and you don't even have my magic power."

"You don't want to lose your aura, and you don't want to lose your life, right?"

It sounded like Zahak, or like the sound of a black snake spitting out its tongue, echoing in Faridun's mind.

Is it an illusion? No, it is reality.

The chaotic memories became extremely clear as he approached the boundary of death, and the aftermath of that day gradually came to mind.

He obeyed the goddess's order and did not kill his enemy, but sealed Zahak.

At that time, what did he use as the material for the seal when he had nothing? The answer seems obvious.

Attar grabbed the spiritual light and was about to take it out when pale dragon heads suddenly grew out of Faridun's shoulders and gnawed on the sacred fire.

The ruby-like blood-red eyes glowed red, and the greedy dragon head devoured the sacred fire that specifically killed demons, and even bit off Attar's arm directly.

Atar staggered back, looking with some astonishment at the pale dragon heads growing from Faridun's shoulders. This familiar posture reminded the princes and ministers around him of the legendary horror.

"Evil demon! It's a demon!"

This Zahak-like posture reminded people of the once tyrannical Snake King, the demon who was kissed on the shoulder by the devil.

And now, the warrior who had killed the Snake King with his own hands has grown a similar evil dragon head.

The spiritual light that was almost taken away was swallowed up into the body again. Attar's broken arm turned into pure flames, which were absorbed by the dragon heads on his shoulders and became energy to nourish the body.

He once sealed the Snake King in his body, but now, the demon has broken through the seal again, and reappeared in the world with the help of Faridun's body and his desire not to die.

The aging body quickly regained its former strength in its youth, and even grew even stronger, bursting through the gorgeous robes, revealing a pale body like a monster.

The hands and feet turned into deformed claws, and the human head located between the two dragon heads glanced through the crowd with a somewhat inexplicable look in its eyes.

It seemed to be compassion, but also seemed to be reluctant, all kinds of complex expressions flashed across his eyes, and finally turned into cold blood-red vertical pupils.

The human head was deformed by an invisible force and turned into the head of an evil dragon. A roar that shook the world emanated from its bloody tongue.

"GEEEEEYAAAAAAAaaaaaa!"

The black flag representing the Mother of Evil fluttered down, and the devil's laughter echoed in the abyss.

The dragon demon, Aziz Dakha, who has seized the spiritual light and intends to destroy the world, has appeared here.

(End of this chapter)