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"Hahaha--!!!"

Platon Sanx's two remaining heads were raised high, their shattered scales trembling with laughter!

What is it laughing at? What is it worried about?

What is there to worry about in a life that has already reached its inevitable end and is fading away?!

A sense of pride and determination that had been dormant for many years surged forth once more from the depths of its ancient and scarred heart!

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Its massive head bowed, its four dragon eyes, burning with brand-new flames, focused intently and unprecedentedly on Xiling, uttering each word as if making a vow:

"If you—can truly do it..."

Its voice was loud and clear, carrying a do-or-die spirit: "I admit my defeat!"

"And lead all my people—to submit to you! Silver King!!"

The smile on Xiling's face finally blossomed into a confident and powerful one! The holy sword at her waist had already been silently sheathed.

Xiling clenched her fist, raised it, and resolutely and fearlessly extended it toward the wounded dragon king, who was as large as a mountain!

"So"

Platonshamx stared at the tiny fist. Its massive body leaned forward slightly, and its right forelimb, covered in thick stone scales and riddled with cracks and battle damage, slowly rose.

That enormous dragon claw, capable of easily crushing mountains, extended towards Xiling with an unprecedented solemnity and...respect, its fist gently yet containing immense weight—

They bumped into it!

There was no earth-shattering energy eruption, only a silent vow solemnly made amidst thunder and silvery radiance!

"Let's make a fistfight!"

At this moment——

When the tiny fist gently touches the knuckles of the dragon's claw, scarred like a mountain, a vow that transcends time and space is forged...

A sudden change occurred!

“Buzz——!!!”

The silent space was completely torn apart by a deep yet soul-shaking hum! The originally gentle, flowing silver-white magic power on Xiling's body surged instantly!

No longer a gentle glow, but transformed into a dazzling pillar of light, purely composed of silver will, piercing through heaven and earth! It soared into the sky from Xiling's tiny body, illuminating the entire space with a silvery-white brilliance!

This magnificent stream of silvery light did not dissipate, but rather, like a river that had found its home, flowed along the point where Xiling and Platonsangs' fists and dragon claws touched, surging and rushing towards the scarred ancient dragon's body!

Platons didn't even blink. It stared straight at Xiling, watching the silvery magic flow into its body the instant it touched it.

A miracle happened!

Those terrifying scars covering his entire body, like an eternal curse; those deep, bone-revealing lacerations that had long since lost their vitality; those broken, tattered scales with edges like weathered rocks… began to reverse!

Under the wash and permeation of silvery-white magic, the shattered dragon scales seemed to come alive, their edges rapidly growing, healing, and regaining their resilient luster! Within those deep, bone-revealing wounds, the necrotic, rock-like flesh melted away like ice and snow, replaced by pure energy, and new, vibrant tissue flowing with dragon blood proliferated and reconstructed at a visible speed! Even the two enormous, grotesque slits on the neck, symbols of shame and defeat, writhed violently under the silvery-white light, the broken bones growing and the muscles reshaping!

"Roar……"

A deep, powerful roar, filled with disbelief and ecstasy, escaped from Platons' throat. It felt a long-forgotten sensation—life!

The dragon blood within its body, which was almost completely depleted and like solidified magma, began to boil and flow again under the drive of the silvery-white magic!

Power is being rekindled and reignited within this "immortal" yet long-dead body!

Feeling the changes in his body, Platon Sanx felt as if it were a miracle.

All the wounds on his body, which should have been too great to heal, began to heal rapidly under the influence of that magical power.

The will of the brave transcends the world.

The hero's magic drives everything.

The vast, silvery-white magic, guided by its master's will, relentlessly washed over every inch of Platon Sanx's enormous body.

However, the source driving this miracle—

Xiling began to feel tired, but his eyes remained unchanged, and his magic continued to follow his will.

It flowed into Platon Sanx's body, continuously repairing his injuries.

Since a vow has already been made.

Then we must do it.

This is what a hero is!

The magic power not only didn't weaken, but actually became even stronger!

Platons watched the small figure. He could sense that the other person's body was beginning to weaken, but the other person's will remained strong.

...It lost.

We lost completely because...

Even its own heart was telling it... it had already lost.

The silvery magic was dazzling.

But the figure that collided with its fist was even more dazzling.

The light enveloped everything.

Outside the storm.

The ancient dragons roared excitedly incessantly.

Because that eternal, unfallen sky city began to change at this moment.

They gazed at the dazzling pillar of light at the eye of the storm, felt the trembling earth beneath their feet, and sensed the unchanging aura of their kingship.

The beam of light seemed to have reached its peak—

Next second

Fam Yazra began to fall!

Their cages have broken!

Fam Yazra's fall sparked a reaction from countless people in the border region.

Even the demigods had never seen such a scene.

A city fell from the sky.

But everyone in the chat room smiled knowingly at this sight.

Feeling the strong wind blowing against her face, even though she was a little weak from excessive magic consumption, Xiling still smiled happily.

"Looks like I've won."

A dull sound came from below Xiling.

I lost.

Above the endless clouds, Platons, carrying the weary Xiling, soared through the sea of ​​clouds.

"I will fulfill our pact; I will lead the Ancient Dragon Clan to submit to you."

It was not submission to the Silver Law, but submission to Xiling personally.

Feeling the whistling wind beside his ears, Xiling slowly closed his eyes. He was a little tired. Platonsangs was flying very slowly, giving him the illusion of falling asleep in a rocking chair.

Xiling's voice was slightly muffled.

"Not submission, but partnership."

"They are partners who move forward together..."

Feeling the completely asleep Silver King on his back, Platonsunx flew silently, only his flight was more stable.

Target – Silver Tree.

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The story is about to come to an end.

What? Where have my readers gone?

Chapter Sixty-Two is about to begin! The Final Ancient Dragon War

A city fell from the sky, shocking everyone who witnessed it. But before they could be shocked for long, another shocking thing happened.

Today, an uninvited guest arrived outside the walls of the royal city of Rodel.

Or perhaps it is someone who has returned.

Led by Radagan, the group looked solemnly at the figure whose aura was as imposing as a mountain.

The wind seemed to stop where his footsteps landed, and the light dimmed around him as if in fear. He was covered in worn ancient armor, every scratch telling a story of unimaginable battles.

But what was most terrifying was the lion lying on his broad back!

"Roar!!!"

A roar that shook the heavens.

The roar, carrying a tangible pressure, pressed down on everyone.

The warrior, carrying a lion, approached the magnificent royal city step by step.

His steps were heavy and steady, each stomp seeming to strike the hearts of everyone present, leaving a dull, thunderous echo. His majestic and boundless aura showed no sign of abating, instilling an uncontrollable chill in the souls of the weak, while also causing the fighting spirit and solemnity within the blood of the strong to intertwine and rise.

Radagan, standing at the very front of the group, kept his gaze fixed on the approaching figure:

“Gevrey…” Radagan’s whisper was a confirmation, a declaration, and an echo of a heavy history.

That's right! Before the dust has even settled from Fam Azra's fall from the heavens, the first King of Elden, the exiled legend—Golfray—is about to return to the royal city of Rodel that he once ruled!

But they were stopped by the crowd on the way.

His return was so forceful and unquestionable, his overwhelming momentum undisguised, as if announcing his return to the entire border region.

Faced with the wary gazes of the crowd, Ge Fulei finally stopped in his tracks.

His weathered face lifted slightly, his gaze passing over the towering city walls and landing in the deepest part of the city.

There, a golden tree should have stood, radiating golden brilliance and bestowing blessings upon all things.

However, what came into his view at this moment was the Silver Order, which had replaced the Golden Tree and become the new symbol and core of the laws of this land.

He was still late.

but......

Looking at the silver tree that symbolized order, at the demigod and the son of ominous signs blocking his way, and recalling the scenery he had seen along the way...

People are being guided at this moment.

He saw that those confused, struggling, and survival-yearning souls, guided by a new and unwavering will, seemed to have found a path different from the Golden Age.

That was something the once glorious golden dynasty had never achieved, or rather, something they had never truly imagined in that era.

“Even you didn’t expect things to turn out this way, Marika…” This silent sigh echoed only deep within Gofule’s own chest.

Mongot looked at the magnificent figure, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

That was his father! The first King of Elden! The king who was ruthlessly stripped of his blessings and banished from the borderlands, bearing the name of the Faded One!

Montgomery's body tensed almost imperceptibly. He hadn't seen that face in far too long.

The legend of that banishment has long been buried in the dust of the shattered war.

He once thought that farewell would be eternal, and that his father's figure would forever disappear into the fog of exile.

But fate is cruel.