Huh? Are they all real?...

The enormous black dragon chuckled sheepishly:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I've been holding it in for six years and haven't had anyone to talk to, so I got a little agitated just now."

Dragons are hailed as perfect creatures, and even the dragon species born from curses after the ancient dragons have inherited this perfect nature.

Powerful, immortal, wise.

But Moen felt that the only thing that was perfectly inherited between the ancient dragons and the current dragon species was the dragon species' natural expressionless face.

Normally, anyone who sees a dragon would only feel its majesty.

But this side

Having experienced and witnessed so much, this was the first time Moen had ever seen such blatant flattery on the face of a dragon.

After another round of gasps of amazement, Moen continued:

"Why do you think you became a parasite on the evil dragon?"

For a transmigrator to possess a body, there is a primary prerequisite: the host must be dead, and only recently.

The unlucky vampires were summoned to the past through a ritual, while Lily traveled through time normally and ended up in prison as usual.

So what about it?

Such an incredibly powerful being as the Evil Dragon could not possibly have died in obscurity.

As an immortal being, it is impossible for its lifespan to come to an end.

So, why was the evil dragon's body possessed by a transmigrator?

Mohn's problem was also something Pound Heather had been pondering.

He considered many possibilities, the most terrifying of which was that his time travel might be orchestrated by an evil dragon.

This is one of the reasons why he has been hiding and going into hiding all these years.

He feared not only those who wanted to slay the dragon, but also the evil dragon itself.

The more he understood the evil dragon, the clearer he became that the evil dragon wouldn't die so mysteriously.

It feared that it would be constantly being led forward by the evil dragon, and then waiting to fall into a trap and die without being able to resist.

Previously, he wouldn't have dared to utter a single word about this, not even to his fellow time travelers.

The evil dragon is known throughout the world, and he is worried that people might make unfounded accusations and actually discover something.

Now, in front of the king, he finally voiced his guess:

"I... I believe it's not dead, so my transmigration, or rather, my parasitism, must have been intentional on its part!"

As he uttered those words, the shadow of the evil dragon, illuminated by the brilliance of the gemstone and cast upon the cave behind him, twisted and contorted like a demon.

It resembles a dragon but is not a dragon, it resembles a demon but is not a demon.

And it is gradually growing, and in just a moment it has the tendency to engulf the entire cave and cover everything.

Clearly, Pound Heather was right, or at least partly right.

This directly triggered the defensive measures left behind by the true evil dragon.

Unfortunately, the real Delacarion probably didn't expect that Pound Heather would keep all of this to herself for so long without saying a word.

But when it comes to revealing it, the object of its revelation is so exaggerated.

Pound was not afraid because he did not see the shadow behind him.

Moen wasn't afraid when he saw it because his wife was there!

Although being a kept man sounds bad, being a kept man is really delicious!

More than once, Moen thought that if he had only offended a goddess, he would have immediately called out the goddess's name upon returning here and then settled down to be a gigolo.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this wondrous world full of extraordinary wonders.

He's attracted too many goddesses.

Or rather, he angered the whole world.

Behind Moen, the goddess raised her holy lance once more.

With a gentle pointing forward, the enormous spear light tore through everything and shot straight into the sky.

Before Pound Heather could even react.

The shadow, which even angels could not withstand, was completely annihilated, along with the small mountain above his head.

It was clearly still a little dazed, noticing the bright light shining above its head.

First, he touched his head to see if it was still there. Then, his usually expressionless face turned horrified as he straightened up and fell backward along with his body.

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, it pressed its hands and feet against the mountainside and asked in terror:

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

This scene made Moen almost unable to hold back and say:

"Although I know you're not a real evil dragon, can't you at least be mindful of your identity? You're supposed to be a dragon, after all!"

This was no less shocking than the elf who fell from the tree or the vampire who could only steal raw meat and drink blood from the kitchen.

The Heather family really

The other party was even more distraught, saying:

"But I'm a leader!"

Well, here comes a word that's even more shocking than kobolds.

Moen couldn't help but laugh; today was such a happy day.

Next time I see Ms. Lily, I must tell her about this.

I just don't know what Yggdrasil has done with her.

After shaking his head, Moen suppressed a laugh and said:

“I’m not entirely sure of the specifics, but one thing I’m certain of is that the evil dragon Drakarian is still keeping an eye on you.”

"Your parasitism must have been an accident, because it couldn't possibly know about time travel. Before the first batch appeared, even it wasn't qualified to know."

Moen had no direct evidence as to why the time travel occurred, but it was likely related to finding him.

The enormous black dragon, still clinging to the mountainside with both hands and feet, asked tremblingly:

"Then, what was that just now?"

"That was proof that it was watching you. The defense mechanisms it left behind were meant to engulf you and us, but it clearly didn't expect you to run into us."

This short sentence instantly sent a chill down Heilong's spine.

And once again broadened Moen's horizons.

Can a dragon really be this afraid?

He had always thought that dragons not only wouldn't be afraid, but also wouldn't have the ability to break out in a cold sweat from fright.

As Moen sighed once more, the enormous black dragon, without hesitation, pounced before him and knelt down, begging:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you must have mercy and save me! I don't want to play anymore, it's too scary! This place is really too scary! I want to go home, I miss my mother!"

I'm begging for help—even a dragon could do that?!

Moen's knowledge was once again refreshed by the Heather family.

After a long while, Moen finally composed himself and said:

"Don't worry, that's exactly why I came here. As long as you cooperate well, I'll definitely give Drakarian a big surprise."

Chapter 314 Denise, Give Me the Holy Lance

Long ago, when he was still the youngest son, Moen wondered where everything that had been devoured by the three blasphemous dragons had gone.

I also conducted a special investigation into this matter.

Without any difficulty, Moen, as one of the eldest sons, found the answer very easily.

That is, everything they devour will disappear from the present world and then gather together to form a chaotic and disordered temporary world.

This is a world destined for destruction; it will be instantly annihilated the moment they stop devouring everything.

But they can't stop devouring until they succeed, because gnawing doesn't come without a price.

That was true back then, and that's still true now.

The only change is that Moen is no longer the youngest son he used to be.

They no longer possess that power.

However, in return, Moen also accumulated more knowledge to deal with such situations.

I didn't prepare anything in particular.

Moen found a flat piece of land outside the Evil Dragon Cave and began to inscribe his magic circle.

The evil dragon behind him followed stealthily like a dog.

Although it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, Moen was truly amazed by his skill.

It's incredible that they could take such a popular design as the Evil Dragon and make it into such outrageous movements and expressions.

This is truly a level of performance that Moen can never hope to match.

Upon arriving at the location, we visually estimated that the size was roughly the same.

Moen then addressed the evil dragon, who looked worried but had no choice but to follow:

"Alright, we've arrived, so please give me your blood."

"Blood?"

“Yes, your essence is just an unlucky stranger from another land, but your body is still that of an evil dragon. So I can use your blood to inscribe a ritual for invasion.”

The evil dragon still didn't quite understand:

"You say you want to hack, but what do you want to hack?"

"Ah, you didn't know?"

Realizing he hadn't explained this point, Moen added:

"The reason Drakarian allowed you to possess its body is because it elevated its soul to one of the three: Fafnir, Azadron, or Lindebug."

"I don't know exactly which one, but it's definitely one of them."

Previously, Moen thought it had elevated him to Fafnir, after all, he had seen Pound Heather's version of the evil dragon.

But now he's genuinely unsure.

"Then, a few days ago, they began their final plan in order to ascend to godhood. That was to devour Avalon, where the Knights of the Round Table resided, and almost the entire northern continent."

Hearing this, the evil dragon, still somewhat bewildered, pointed to the distant land and said:

"This is the northern part of the mainland? I don't see anything... uh, wait?"

Because this was a Gobi desert landscape that it had deliberately chosen, the reasoning being that no one should come to such a poor place, it did not immediately notice the problem.

But gradually, it also noticed that everything around it seemed a little different.

"It seems you still have memories. Your body is indeed derived from one of the three. Otherwise, you wouldn't have noticed anything unusual."

Moen immediately understood what was going on.

The evil dragon also seemed to grasp the meaning, saying:

"Are you referring to a conceptual kind of devouring?"

Moen affirmed its answer:

"Yes, now the civilization, history, and races of the entire Northern Continent have been completely wiped out."

"It wasn't the kind of disappearance that was destroyed, but rather a complete erasure from the concept of the world. Neither this world nor its people even realized that the disappearance of the northern part of the New World was abnormal."

“I even suspect that only a very small number of the gods and kings have noticed something amiss.”

Finally, Moen couldn't help but look down at the Gobi Desert below and say: