Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

Especially the ground that was hit directly began to dissolve gradually.

Then, with it as the center, a huge mushroom cloud of fire rose up, and the shock wave rolled up the dust and cover on the ground high up.

"The spirit is commendable, but I've already said it."

"I want to leave your head as a trophy, as a symbol of intimidation to the dragon spirits. How can that be possible when your entire body is about to dissolve?"

In this violent torrent of power, Vitan's voice was neither slow nor slow, without the slightest sense of pause.

From this, it is enough to see that the last sound of King Yanlong's life did not cause considerable damage to Vitan.

It is even unknown whether there will be any harm.

If King Yanlong was still conscious, he might feel sad and angry about this situation.

But now that his consciousness has been completely dispersed, he is no longer able to react to the current situation.

At the same time, that is the moment when Vitan's voice sounded.

Countless black ribbon-like products with the Arabic numeral '7' engraved on them flew out directly from the location where Vitan's voice came from.

And in this pure white energy torrent whose position could not be identified at all, it accurately locked onto the remaining body of King Yanlong that had not yet been completely burned.

……

The aura of Yanlong King Aaron Lev has completely disappeared.

With the last dragon roar and the dancing black ribbons, the Dragon King who had just walked out of the dragon cave came to the end of his life.

but!

Maybe this is a good thing for him.

After all, according to the storyline of the original work, this Yanlong King will die at the hands of the Ex-Machina.

Now that he can be sent off personally by the Old God Vitan, it is already an excellent result compared to the ending in the original novel.

As for Aaron Reifer's idea of ​​wanting to die together with Vitan before his death?

It's a bit fanciful indeed.

I have to say, his last attack was very powerful.

If we really want to put it bluntly, it is definitely as strong as the attack of an Old God.

But the problem is that even the divine spirits have strong and weak divisions.

If he were facing Okan, the "God of Forging" who was not good at frontal combat, then he might really achieve the result he wanted.

But he was facing Vitan, who already possessed the four ultimate omnipotences, the essence of life, and a lot of power.

Such a Vitan has absolute confidence and self-confidence that he can defeat Artosh, the strongest "God of War" in the world.

It's just a dragon spirit, what can it do to him?

"But it seems that I can't say that I am completely safe and sound."

Looking at his current condition, Vitan couldn't help but shook his head.

Compared to before, Vitan's breathing seemed a little heavier.

There were some minor scratches on the originally neat clothes, and there was a shallow cut on the left arm. Bright red blood flowed down the arm, through the fingertips, and dripped out.

But for Vitan, this kind of injury is really nothing.

After all, the power of the essence of life is endless, especially when it comes to the physical body, let alone such a minor injury.

Even if Vitan was beaten all over his body until only a drop of blood was left, he could still be reborn with just a drop of blood.

This is the domineering nature of the essence of life.

"But this is also completed."

He stretched out his hand and waved again, and a huge dragon head appeared directly in the void, which looked exactly like Aaron Lever's head.

His head was completely fixed by Vitan using the power of the secret technique, so it was completely prevented from disintegrating.

……

Not far from the battlefield.

The emerald green millstone hovered in the air, blocking the energy fluctuations left over from King Yan Long's attack just now.

Jibril looked at the scene that just appeared before her in amazement and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"This Dragon King is actually so strong."

She was caught by this unknown species behind her at the beginning of the battle.

Therefore, she was able to witness the entire process of the battle directly from the best audience seat.

No matter whether it was Vitan’s move.

It is also the final masterpiece of Yanlong King Aaron Leifer.

The might and power generated during the battle intoxicated the Flügel girl.

at the same time!

She also laughed at herself for her reckless behavior just now.

At the moment when she vaguely cracked the dragon spirit's time manipulation, she thought that after she escaped back, as long as she tried hard to adapt to that feeling, she would definitely be able to get back at them later.

But now she really understood.

Even if I find that feeling, it will be impossible to defeat King Yanlong.

Either she could gain an unimaginable amount of energy in a short period of time, or she would need at least five or six thousand years of sedimentation time.

and.

It was also the first time that she truly experienced how the other Old Deus, besides Artosh, displayed their power.

“But, can Azrael-sister and Raphael-sister really hunt down an Old Deus?”

After witnessing the power of Vitan.

Jibril really had deep doubts about this matter.

After all, in her eyes, Azriel and Raphael were still far inferior to King Yanlong.

This is the result. Two people each brought a thousand Skywings. Can they kill a God Race by piling up human lives?

“How could Lord Vitan be the same as the other Old Deus?”

Jibril's whispers could not be ignored by the black rabbit standing behind her, otherwise the moon rabbit's ears would have grown in vain.

When Black Rabbit, who had always been a fan of Vitan, heard Jibril say that, she immediately became unhappy and retorted.

"What can..."

Jibril twisted her mouth and wanted to speak directly, but she was interrupted before she could finish her words.

"It is different. Are you trying to say that your creator is the same as other Old Gods?"

"Ms. Jibril of the Flügel."

As the voice sounded, the space in front of the two women suddenly began to distort, followed by a loud 'bang', and a huge black dragon head fell directly to the ground.

After seeing those eyes that were as bright as stars, Jibril's body and mind suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. This was a trembling that came from her instinct.

"Unknown Old God, you actually know my name?"

Forcefully suppressing the fear in her heart and temporarily putting aside the question of the Old Deus's combat power, Jibril stared at Vitan's face with a still slightly childish face and asked softly.

"Of course I know."

"But why are you here alone? Where are your companions?"

Vitan slowly lowered his body to the same height as Jibril and spoke calmly.

He was really curious about why Jibril appeared here.

After all, in his memory, there was no such plot in the original book where Jibril provoked King Yanlong.

And according to the timeline he calculated, Jibril should have mistakenly entered the elf territory, and then directly fought, destroying most of the elf capital.

If it is about hunting dragon spirits, it is normal.

But don't the Flügel hunt the Dragonites in pairs?

"I ran away secretly by myself. I wanted to hide from Sister Azriel and bring back some valuable heads."

"It turns out that my sense of direction is not very good, and I flew directly to the Dragon Cave."

"I originally wanted to lure out a dragon spirit to hunt and test my own strength, but I didn't expect to attract the Yanlong King to chase me."

Jibril spoke like a string of cannonballs, recounting the entire process of her leaving the Flügel gathering place.

Then, she blinked her big, Carmen-like eyes and asked:

"Well, respected Old God, since I am already defeated, you can do whatever you want with me."

Indeed, when she was captured by the Black Rabbit, her condition was definitely not at her peak.

But the fact that she was completely powerless to fight back also made her face the reality.

What's more, the divine species that just killed King Yanlong is still here.

She is very aware of her own situation.

"You are quite frank."

"Are you mentally prepared?"

Vitan sneered and asked rather casually.

“Well… how should I put it? If I can avoid death, I certainly don’t want to die, but I am a captive after all. And because of my identity as a Flügel, many races hate me to the core. In the eyes of the Old Deus, I am no different from a spirit corpse.”

Facing the pressure from Vitan, Jibril seemed unconcerned.

The Flügel were born for war, and the nature of war is ingrained in their bones.

The most common thing that happens in war is death.

She has become indifferent to death.

She has been taking the lives of others, and has long been prepared to have her own life taken away.

The only pity for her was that she was unable to pull Artosh down from the position of the strongest.

At this point, Jibril's eyes rolled as if she suddenly thought of something.

“But before I die, I have a question I want to know. I wonder if the Old God can satisfy my curiosity?”

Vitan couldn't help but smile.

While Jibril was endowed with great growth potential by Artosh, her thirst for unknown knowledge was also quite strong.

This is quite obvious in the original work.

Vitan naturally knew this, so he nodded slightly.

"Say!"

"May I ask what kind of god you are? Is this lady with rabbit ears a member of the race you created?"

"What is your name?"

"But why didn't I sense the presence of an elf in this young lady?"

Frankly speaking.

Now Jibril felt that the sixteen races should be added with one clan.

And this clan is likely to directly rank among the top five.

Jibril's eyes widened and she jumped up.

She had her own guesses, but she couldn't confirm them.

And Vitan naturally saw through Jibril's thoughts, and he had no hidden thoughts at all.

Or maybe there is no hidden meaning at all.

Just like that, Vitan nodded and said:

"Just as you thought, Black Rabbit is not a resident of this world, but a visitor from another world."