Those time travelers that year

With a single punch, the monkey shattered the thunderclouds, its figure blurring as it soared into the sky. Its body exploded with supersonic speed, accompanied by rolling air currents and a booming sound, arriving directly in front of Tiamat and delivering a powerful kick.

"Hey, monster, take this! Sky-Sweeping Fighter Kick!"

Before Tiamat could react, a powerful kick slammed into her, creating a gaping hole in her body. More force seeped into her flesh, causing all five heads to cough up mouthfuls of blood. Then, groaning in agony, they plummeted from the sky.

At the most critical moment, Tiamat mustered her divine power and once again altered the surrounding landscape, transforming it back into her lair, thus avoiding being kicked off the sky by the monkey and crippled.

Unfortunately, Tiamat was unlucky again as the scene became narrow again.

"Hey, you monster, why don't you convert at once!"

Following that, the monkey unleashed a Dragon Claw Hand, instantly crippling Tiamat's claws. Tank Critical Punch then bruised the heads of the red and blue dragons. The Endless Strike of the Battleship evolved into an endless, massive fleet of interstellar battleships firing their main cannons simultaneously, completely engulfing Tiamat beneath the shadow of fists and giving her a sound beating.

573. Tiamat, the target

Finally, after being relentlessly beaten by the monkey, Tiamat, whose eyes had rolled back and was covered in wet wipes, fainted in the dream dimension. Her body suddenly went dark, slowly crumbled, and finally disappeared from the dream dimension.

If Tiamat hadn't possessed divine status and been protected by the rules of this world, her soul would have been shattered on a spiritual level, condemning her to eternal damnation. Instead, she was brutally beaten by the monkey in the dream dimension with a set of military-style killing fists, driving her insane and triggering the world's protective mechanisms, forcibly ejecting her from the dream dimension and sending her back to the outside world.

The monkey found this quite regrettable. This stubborn female dragon had never forgotten her unrealistic, idiotic idea of ​​conquering the world, nor could she grasp the core idea of ​​the glory of labor. She was nothing more than an incorrigible imperial feudal landlord despot. This backward piece of trash, not even worthy of being called a pump, was completely incapable of understanding what an advanced system was, stubbornly clinging to rights that didn't belong to her.

However, this is quite normal. If Tiamat were to truly be 'reformed,' then what awaits her is the loss of her hard-won divine authority of 'Conquest,' which could even shake the core divine authority of 'Dragon.'

So Tiamat, who was stubborn to the end, finally got through this ordeal. The monkey was no longer able to use the back door left by Shire to pull Tiamat into the dream dimension for criticism and education again.

It's important to understand that the entire dream dimension has gradually fallen into Xia Er's hands, and the dream pupae have been almost completely wiped out. Basically, any dream pupa that dares to remain in the dream dimension will become food. Even if a very few dream pupae manage to create their own nightmare world within this dream dimension, they will be no different from a true god.

As long as it exists within the dream dimension, all dream cocoons are readily available 'food'. These unfortunate abominations have not been without resistance. In this dimension, which even the gods find difficult to reach, there are not only dream cocoons but also many, many more, including some ancient monsters that existed long ago, long before the birth of the Hell of Bathor, before the endless abyss and the Lords of Orbis were crushed by the allied forces formed by the primordial gods of Paradise Mountain.

These ancient and strange creatures are mostly the remnants of powerful beings after their deaths, perhaps nightmares splintered from ancient, vanished gods. The strongest among them possess power almost comparable to a powerful deity… but this is of little use. Faced with entities beyond this world, these beings are repeatedly defeated in the clash of the dream realm, only able to barely slow down Shar's devouring of the entire dream dimension. The rest is merely a matter of time; all the defeated are sent to the dinner table, and the rest are simply clinging to life.

As for Tiamat, this marked food, Ciel would only allow the monkey to intervene once, to try and save this ignorant, backward, and stubborn feudal landowner despot. If the monkey failed, unfortunately, Ciel would not allow him to try again.

Of course, once is enough.

Tiamat's refusal to cooperate deeply disappointed the monkey, making him realize that it was precisely because of her bad leadership that the Five Colored Dragons had developed such a corrupt and distorted style. If Tiamat hadn't died, under her influence as the source of the Five Colored Dragons' genetic information, most of them would have been stubborn and incorrigible villains, the kind that needed to be tamed.

After leaving a message saying, "You stubborn and incorrigible monster, you are simply beyond redemption," the monkey's true form was already urging Sharl to quickly eliminate Tiamat, this stubborn and useless dragon. Only when she was completely and thoroughly eliminated could all the five-colored dragons be completely liberated from the ignorant and backward ideology of imperial feudal landlords and despots.

For Tiamat, this was an utterly undeserved disaster.

After being ejected from the dream dimension by the world's rules while unconscious, Tiamat finally awoke from her slumber after more than ten days. If she hadn't been in the innermost part of her lair in Bathoria, she would be in serious trouble now.

Tiamat, having regained consciousness, used various methods to confirm that she was now in her own lair in the Hell of Bathor, and not in a dream, and would never see that terrifying upright ape again, finally couldn't bear it any longer and began to wail in despair.

However, as she cried, the mother dragon quickly remembered something, and her entire face turned pale. Disregarding the loss of her spirit and soul and her exhausted body, she used her divine power to create a huge mirror.

Then the mother dragon was devastated to see that on the neck of each of her five heads, there was a mark of a pitch-black sun.

Roaring, howling, fear, horror... Tiamat trembled all over as she recalled once again the dark golden pupils that had looked at her through the shattered space from an unknown dimension.

The monkey wasn't lying; from the very beginning, she had been marked and become a target of some being.

Having exhausted all known methods, Tiamat ultimately discovered in despair that she was utterly powerless against these dark sun marks. Neither supernatural power nor magic could erase them. Even in her humanoid elven form, the five dark sun marks automatically merged into a single mark, imprinted on Tiamat's neck in her elven state.

This wasn't etched onto the mother dragon's body, but rather engraved in her soul. Indelible, inescapable…

"No, no, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" Deep within the lair, at the very bottom protected by all sorts of defenses, Tiamat roared madly, her voice filled with endless fear and despair. "I can't become food, absolutely not, no!" Unfortunately, her stubbornness and refusal to accept the monkeys' guidance had now led to her complete abandonment by them, who would no longer protect her.

Tiamat, in her elven form, knelt on the ground, her hands covering her head, staring in terror at the reflection of the black sun in the mirror. To her utter despair, her divine vision, inherent to gods, had automatically activated upon seeing the reflection. In a daze, Tiamat witnessed everything that was happening in the dream dimension.

A pitch-black sun hung in the dimension of dreams, and all sorts of nightmare monsters became prey awaiting slaughter, bound tightly by jet-black chains. Among them were not only dream cocoons, but also many more terrifying monsters that Tiamat had rarely seen or had never even encountered before.

No matter how terrifying and evil these monsters were in the past, they have all become food, the meal of that person (?) who is sitting at a table laden with food, moving with unparalleled grace and elegance, with dark golden eyes.

574. You can't even beat my pet.

As if sensing something, the elegant figure suddenly stopped what they were doing and looked over, as if sensing something as well. In those dark golden eyes, the figure of Tiamat, who had transformed into her elven form, was reflected with perfect accuracy.

A truly stunning smile appeared on his face. His gaze transcended dimensions and countless planes, accurately pinpointing Tiamat at the innermost part of the lair.

A soft, androgynous voice rang in Tiamat's ear.

"Oh dear!" the voice exclaimed. "It seems the Great Sage's attempt at persuasion has failed! I knew it! How could a stubborn, foolish, and utterly clueless idiot dragon like Tiamat possibly accept change?"

The figure at the table shook his head, looking at Tiamat with pity. It was as if… he were looking at a finely sliced ​​steak. Yes, that's right, the gaze one uses to appraise food. Once upon a time, Tiamat herself had used that same gaze to look at other creatures. However, fortunes change, and this infamous dragon goddess had fallen to the point of becoming someone else's food, even being labeled and left to be devoured.

'Hehehe... Of course, your refusal was within my expectations. How could an idiotic dragon like you possibly give up such a foolish idea?!' The voice chuckled. 'From the very beginning, Tiamat, you evil dragon goddess, you've been an incurable fool. Of course, in my eyes, being as foolish as you is just perfect.'

'At least as food, you are absolutely perfect! Hahahaha...'

'Compared to other dragon gods, the ancient Bahamut tastes awful. Your kind of ambitious and lustful, yet dim-witted, evil soul is far superior!'

"No, no, no!" Tiamat cried out in terror. "I can submit, I can submit, I can offer my soul and even my godhood to you, whatever you do to me..."

"Hey? Are you mistaken? Why would I accept a piece of trash like you as a subordinate? Your only value is a finely prepared, delicious steak seasoned with various spices. Other than that, you're utterly useless!"

'Having neither a clever mind nor wisdom, and possessing no other value, what is there about you that is of any use?'

"I, I, my divine power, my strength, I still possess the power of the Dragon God..."

'Poor reptile! What divine power do you call strength?' The voice shook its head again and waved its hand. A dream pupa, bound by countless layers of black chains, screamed miserably. The scream crossed the boundary between reality and illusion, and crossed planes to reach Tiamat's ears.

Under Tiamat's terrified gaze, the dream pupa bound by chains was twisted by an invisible force, howling miserably, until its entire body was gradually pulverized into countless fragments. These fragments were then quickly reassembled by some force, transforming into a fruit ice cream sundae that appeared on the table in front of the figure.

It was a malicious transformation spell, one influenced by a power far beyond Tiamat's imagination. Under the influence of an extremely terrifying chaotic power, that transformation spell altered the appearance of the dream pupa at the level of 'existence,' turning its body into a fruit ice cream sundae, but its inner soul remained completely unchanged.

"Awooo!" The figure pulled out a spoon from somewhere, scooped up a spoonful of ice cream, and swallowed it in one gulp. At that moment, Tiamat also heard the scream of the dream chrysalis's soul. No matter whose body or even essence it is, the feeling of being scooped up and eaten would be one of fear and despair.

And this dreamlike present is most likely Tiamat's future.

'You think your ant-like, weak divine power is real power?' The voice, utterly indifferent, echoed in Tiamat's ears, alongside the agonizing screams of the dream-like soul. 'I don't believe it at all. If you weren't a dragon in your true form, your pathetic level of intelligence would be practically bottom-tier…'

"Besides, you don't even qualify to be my pet, what do you want to be? My bedmate? You pathetic idiot! To put it bluntly, I have absolutely no interest in you public buses when it comes to lust... What's that saying again? Nine out of ten goddesses are sluts, and the tenth is a pervert."

'Oh, right, maybe you should take a look at my pet first!' The figure clapped his hands, and soon, a twisted black shadow and a howling ice storm appeared before Tiamat's eyes.

Two enormous dragons appeared behind that figure, two dragons completely different from Tiamat, but with a size and strength no less than, and perhaps even surpassing, hers.

One of them was a massive black dragon covered in eerie crystals, appearing in Tiamat's sight accompanied by the wails of the dead and countless vengeful spirits. The other was an ice dragon shrouded in bone-chilling cold, carrying a chilling current capable of freezing the soul.

'Midiel, who devours darkness, and Aurora, the winter dragon…' the figure pointed to the two dragons beside him and introduced them to Tiamat. 'These two creatures were born from my hand, essentially created by me. The former possesses flames that burn the soul, and the latter can bring chills that freeze the soul. Even without divine power, they possess abilities equivalent to yours…'

The figure paused, scrutinized the stunned Tiamat, and changed its tune, saying, "To be honest, any one of them is far superior to you, you useless mother dragon. Tell me, what value do you have? You can't even beat my pet. What use are you besides becoming food?"

In conclusion, you'll just have to obediently accept the promising position of being my food reserve officer!

'Iris!'

"Yes, my lord..." A silver-haired nun appeared beside the figure, respectfully kneeling down and asking in a fervent tone, "What are your commands, my supreme master?"

"...They used to be so eager to fight and kill, but now they've really gotten completely infected!" The figure muttered, rubbing his head, before gulping down the unfortunate fruit ice cream sundae (Dream Chrysalis) in a few bites. Then he said to the nun, "Look, see that mother dragon over there?! After I finish eating the entire dream dimension, she'll be my next meal. You're in charge of bringing her back."

'As you wish, my lord!'

"Oh, so sweet!" The figure reached out and stroked the nun's face, then lifted her chin with his fingers, bent down, and kissed her.

'Hmm...'

After seeing off the blushing Iris, the figure said, "This is an advance reward for you. If you manage to hunt down the mother dragon completely, there will be other rewards!"

“Yes!” Iris lowered her head and looked at Tiamat, her eyes filled with a fervent desire.

This was the last phantom Tiamat could see; she had been freed from the divine vision. After a moment of stunned silence, she screamed and began creating all sorts of defenses and seals, firmly sealing off its lair.

Of course, none of this will make any difference...

575. The monkey reached its destination.

As for the fate of Tiamat, this stubborn, feudal-class dragon queen of the empire, the monkey won't concern himself with it, just as a Russian political commissar wouldn't concern himself with the human rights of the Muslims. For such an inflexible and shameless individual, it's indeed necessary to "harmonize" her both physically and mentally. Harmonizing one dragon queen would benefit countless other dragons of the five colors; given this comparison, harmonizing her is the only option.

What could be a better way to neutralize her than by eliminating a malevolent god? Nothing! At least not for now. Tiamat is, after all, one of the gods of this world, inherently intertwined with the Force. While not one of the Old Gods of the Force, even if she were chopped to pieces in this world, she would still end up in the Astral Plane. And in the Astral Plane, there's always the possibility of resurrection. Therefore, the quickest way to neutralize her is for Shire to completely erase Tiamat's existence from the informational realm—

In layman's terms, it means she's been thoroughly exploited, so she won't be able to lie dormant until the day of her resurrection.

The Githyanki's story is now over. Their future depends entirely on themselves. The monkeys weren't babysitters; helping them shatter Tiamat's influence was already more than enough. How can a civilization develop if it relies on others without weathering its own storms?

Thus ended the monkey's journey through the astral plane, and he departed from the Githyanki. After the monkey's departure, the Githyanki began a series of wars of unification. Only after a long time did the mental network, revered by the Githyanki as the 'Holy Kara,' finally connect every like-minded individual, together creating a new civilization: Protoss.

Because this new civilization was born in the Astral Plane, it was later also known as the Protoss.

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The Wasteland of Destruction and Despair is a place with extremely harsh living conditions. Although not as harsh as the Endless Abyss, it is still an uninhabitable world, so extremely harsh that even living things struggle to survive. Just as its name suggests, it is a place of destruction and despair.

The terrain here encompasses a vast expanse of black sand, a flat plain of granite, and treacherous canyons surrounded by steep, sharp obsidian walls. In this world, no water flows; only a river of blood traverses this barren land. Although there is no scorching sun, it remains incredibly hot and humid. No plants grow, no living beings are found; dark clouds shroud the eerie sky, enveloping the earth in darkness.

This is a cursed place, and Parrot Beasts periodically hunt this plane. The Blood Rift intersects regularly with the Wasteland of Destruction and Despair, allowing demons and monsters involved in the Blood War to flood into its wasteland and fight fiercely there every now and then.

Therefore, even if several divine kingdoms exist here, it is definitely not a paradise or a haven. Malevolent outsiders such as demons, monsters, parrot-like beasts, hellhounds, and hell bees would not hesitate to slaughter any traveler who dares to venture here.

And recently, even worse things have happened here.

As the mighty god of tyranny roared his fury across the heavens, lightning and thunder had been a recurring phenomenon in the Wasteland of Destruction and Despair, a testament to Bane's divine power.

Anyone who steps into this plane can feel the terrifying power of a mighty god's wrath. In recent times, quite a few unfortunate souls have already been killed by lightning bolts striking down from the dark clouds.

At the very heart of the wilderness lies what was once the most luxurious and terrifying palace in the land. Now, it is the domain of the Tyrannical God, the seat of his divine kingdom. Soldiers from all planes, especially demons, gather here, submitting to Bane's tyrannical rule. Recently, the Tyrannical God has even begun to assemble his army, a move that further worsens the situation across the wilderness.

Even the Goddess of Misfortune had to be on high alert, and the other three lesser gods were even more vigilant. No one believed that Bane's gathering of soldiers was merely for a military exercise; such things didn't exist in this world. Everyone knew Bane's true ambitions, even the gods of other planes knew this.

The actions of a powerful god were enough to attract the attention of all the gods. Those who had grudges against Bane shifted their gaze from the anomalies in the endless abyss to the wasteland of destruction and despair.

No one knows what the god of tyranny intends to do. However, in some material worlds, the star representing Bane, the god of tyranny, is shining increasingly brightly at night, which has alerted all the gods.

In the Sea of ​​Force, the Tyranny Force, which Bane possessed the largest share of, was not as turbulent as the Chaos Force had been before, but it was still stirring up torrents one after another.

This means that Bane's divine power is rising, but no one knows exactly what is happening.

Only the God of Tyranny, who sits at the center, knows why: the more turbulent the Force of Tyranny is, the more divine power he gains, and the closer that enemy will get to him.

Especially in recent days, with the self-reminder of the Tyranny Force, Bane sensed, to some extent, that something bad was happening in the Astral Plane. So, without hesitation, he began to gather a large army, intending to send troops into the Astral Plane to slaughter all the Githyanki.

Now, the military preparations are complete. With Bane's will in mind, the spellcasters who are loyal to Bane, who have gathered in the army, are chanting the slogan "Follow Bane" as they begin to work together to open a portal to the Githyanki territory in the Astral Plane ahead and transport the army there.

The will of a powerful god is almost absolute. Just as Bane intended to slaughter all the Gith Yankees, his servants, who were subservient to him, would never ask any questions and would simply carry out his orders.

However, just as the spellcasters were opening the giant portal together, a crimson flash appeared within the silver light barrier, instantly severing the portal. The collapse of the giant portal, in its backlash, claimed the lives of most of the spellcasters.

These servants of Bane had no idea what was happening, but at that moment, the gods of the Wasteland of Destruction and Despair, as well as the gods of other planes and worlds, all rose from their thrones in astonishment.

A never-before-seen tributary of the Force, a crimson force as red as blood and fire, surged with immense power, rushing towards the entire wasteland of destruction and despair. Impacted by this Force, the Force representing Bane's tyranny also reacted, fiercely gathering its strength to collide with the unprecedented crimson force.