Crack!
Countless cracks spread out on the statue of the god.
Boom!!
Countless golden lights pierced through the black mud and a large number of monsters. A golden figure rose into the sky from the black tide.
Countless Holy Prose circled around him like ribbons. A large number of flower reliefs, mountains and seas, gems and metals, and everything else flashed around him at high speed. It was as if he was surrounded by a large number of translucent screens.
"Blasphemer!!"
A majestic roar was heard.
Psst!!! Roar!!
The figure wrapped in golden flames pierced into the Thousand-Armed Giant's head like a sharp sword.
Agale howled in pain.
The golden flames on the figure's surface suddenly converged into a human face.
A white beam of light suddenly fell from the sky. The white beam of light was extremely eye-catching in the golden sunlight. It just happened to cover the face of the golden flames.
Suddenly, the face turned around and looked at the airship floating in the air. This airship was so close but there were no signs of damage. It was extremely strange.
"Fehra … Is this the authority of the Three Great Gods? How powerful … "On the airship, the woman grinned and looked at the golden flame face from afar.
"Then let's end it here …"
Swoosh.
She instantly disappeared from where she was as if she had never appeared.
With a boom, the airship exploded and disintegrated. In a few blinks of an eye, it burned into white ashes and scattered.
*****
On the emerald green plains, there were huge grayish-white rocks that looked like Ganoderma.
These rocks were thin at the bottom and thick at the top. From afar, they looked like grayish-white Ganoderma ruyi that had drilled out from the ground.
A gray drizzle covered the entire world.
On one of the huge Ganoderma, a few young White Dragons flew side by side and landed on the surface of the rock. They folded their wings and looked at the White Dragon at the front of the group.
"We've arrived at the Jumo Plains." The young White Dragon at the front looked at the surrounding environment in the rain. He was on a grayish-white rock that was thousands of meters high. He could clearly see the scenery of the plains far away.
"Garen, this is the first time we're out on a mission. If a battle breaks out, you have to be careful." The young dragon-head leader turned his head and looked at a White Dragon in the team whose scales were obviously much smoother.
This White Dragon seemed to be about the same size as the Young Dragons, but his dragon horns were very short. Obviously, he was still a Dragon Whelp, but he had already followed the Young Dragons out on a mission. There was only one such powerful Dragon Whelp in the entire Deladia White Dragon Clan, and that was Garon.
Garon nodded calmly.
"Don't worry, Jiamu. I'm here to gain experience, not to cause trouble."
It had been more than five years since they last received news from the Mother Stream.
To the Dragon Clan, a short five years was equivalent to a year for humans. It passed by in the blink of an eye.
However, for Garon, he had changed a lot in the past five years.
In five years, because his growth was obviously too abnormal, he was actually immune to seventh-level spells as a baby dragon. Such a terrifying physique made him much stronger than black dragons of the same age. Therefore, in order to not attract too much attention from the Gods, he chose to temporarily store his Potential Points and rely on his own body to grow for the next five years. At the same time, he would occasionally spend some Potential Points on Draconic Aura and Arcane Arts.
A total of three hundred Potential Points were spent on Draconic Aura and Arcane Arts, until Draconic Aura and Arcane Arts could not be improved anymore.
After Garon found an extremely hot place, Draconic Aura quickly increased to seventh-level and could not be improved anymore. From sixth-level to seventh-level, the total amount of Potential Points spent was far more than the total amount of Potential Points spent previously, which made Garon's heart ache. It seemed that eighth-level required even more Potential Points. Garon had not encountered any bottlenecks in the comprehension of this power, but it could be that other special conditions were needed.
Garon did not dare to ask about the special conditions needed to reach eighth-level because he did not have a dragon to guide him. Otherwise, it would be too shocking.
Physical fitness could be said to be extraordinary, but things like Draconic Aura and Arcane Arts could not be explained by this. Among them, the sixth-level Draconic Aura required one to sense the aura of the battlefield. Garon had not even entered a battlefield once and he had already sensed it. Was this not obviously telling other creatures that he was a soul from another world?
As for Ann, he tried to ask her once, but Ann did not even bother to answer him, saying that he would naturally reach it when he could.
Therefore, Garon restrained himself. He left two hundred Potential Points and threw them all into Arcane Arts. Or rather, he threw them into Intelligence and Arcane Arts.
Arcane arts had a very high requirement for Intelligence. The improvement of one's Arcane Arts could be achieved through years of training and meditating on one's Spiritual Power. At the same time, the improvement of one's Intelligence would also have a great impact on the most crucial part of the Arcane Arts. The most important part was the Spell Slots.
Garon's Arcane Arts reached fifth-level, and he spent the rest of the one hundred Potential Points. From Ann, he borrowed several sets of standard Magic Net materials regarding Necromancy Spells.
Reaching fifth-level Arcane Arts only meant that he could use hand gestures, incantations, and materials to release all fifth-level spells.
The prerequisite was that he had to know them, which meant that he had to practice them.
But above fifth-level, some of the key advancements required a special environment and research.
After familiarizing himself with the materials on spells, Garon had no interest in delving into them. He was only interested in the research of Necromancers on the Soul. As for spells?
Summoned Skeletons, Zombies, or Vampires? Who knew how many could be destroyed with a single breath? As for those Negative Status Spells, he was directly immune to seventh-level spells. Only eighth-level spells could cause him some damage, so these spells did not have much effect on him.
Unless he reached eighth-level, he would have the opportunity to learn the most important Necromancy Spell, Finger of Death. Although the success rate of this Instant Death Spell was very small, it still depended on the level of the caster.
Therefore, he only learned a few spells in case he needed them. The rest of his energy was devoted to the construction of his own power system.
Although he did not care about the weakness of low-level Necromancy Spells, Garon placed great importance on the research of the Soul and the Body.
It would also be of great help to his Soul Ring usage and cultivation.
At least he had found a way to absorb the Suffering Knight's core into his own Soul Ring.
He had been working on this during this period of time, and the remaining two hundred Potential Points were not used for the time being.
Both his Arcane Arts and Draconic Aura had reached a bottleneck, and his physical fitness could not be too strong, so he chose to go out on missions to understand more about the various situations in this world. He originally planned to go out through a summoning mission, but he did not know what that Wizard was doing. Ever since that summoning, he had not summoned him, as if he had forgotten about him. If it was not for the fact that he would occasionally communicate with him through long-distance telepathy, Garon would probably have thought that this guy had died in battle.
After a series of applications, Garon received a patrol mission.
Under the leadership of the Young Dragon Captain, Jiamu, he patrolled the southern plains of the Deladia Empire and guarded against the Central Empire's movements.
The drizzle seemed to be getting heavier.
Jiamu looked around.
"There's a patrol supply point nearby. Let's rest there for a while and replenish our food before we continue."
"Captain, this is already very close to the border city of the Central Empire. We'll probably encounter many Church Priests. What should we do?" A White Dragon asked softly.
Other than the Deladia Empire, the White Dragon Clan was the target of everyone's hatred. This was partly due to the terrible reputation of the White Dragon Mountain. On the other hand, it was also due to the selfishness of the White Dragons. There were often rumors of them betraying their companions in battle, and they often attacked human caravans to steal their treasures.
In addition to their abominable fertility, the White Dragons had a strong fertility compared to the other Dragon Races. Correspondingly, the Dragon Race was a race that consumed a lot of resources. Once there were too many of them and they did not have a self-sufficient source of food, they could only migrate once in a while. What was left behind was the destruction of the natural environment and ecological chain. Therefore, it was not surprising that they were called the representatives of evil dragons.
"Mother Nature and the Lord of Light and Fire's Divine Systems have issued an expulsion order against us, but our identities are different now. We're the patrol warriors of the Deladia Empire. With this identity, they probably won't act recklessly …"
Jiamu said softly.
"If they dare to provoke us, we'll kill them!" A White Dragon said nonchalantly.
"They're just a bunch of ants. As long as we don't encounter Silver-Striped Knights or above, what do we have to be afraid of with this team of ours?" The White Dragons obviously did not care.
Garon stood among them, slowly resting and adjusting his breath. He was now a Level Seven Draconic Aura and a Level Seven physique. He was already considered a standard Level Seven peak creature. Even if he encountered a Silver-Striped Knight, he would not be afraid.
Slowly closing his eyes, he began to guide the Soul Energy in the Suffering Knight's core.
The core had absorbed more than half, and only one-third was left before it was completely absorbed. Even so, Garon could clearly see that his Soul Ring had completely perfected the fourth Soul Seed, and was beginning to condense the fifth.
Soul Rings were ranked in units of five, and every five Soul Seeds would be upgraded.
Garon estimated that after this Suffering Core was completely absorbed, he would be able to enter the second color stage.
The promotion of a Demon Lord was divided into seven color stages. Entering the second color meant that his level was truly advancing towards an upper-level Demon Lord.
When he broke through the peak of the seven-color stage, it would be the time for him to become a True Soul.
And from the looks of it, based on the progress in this world, Garon felt that it was very possible for him to break through to the True Soul level. This world was too rich in resources …
After resting for a while, the group of White Dragons flew towards the supply point that Jiamu mentioned.
As they flew, Garon sorted out the corresponding division of his level.
Not long after, two groups of people fighting in the distance suddenly appeared in front of them.
One group was dressed in messy clothes, and it was unknown which faction they belonged to. The other group was dressed in uniform white robes embroidered with delicate red flame symbols. A few of them even wore silver helmets and pauldrons with complicated Holy Scriptures engraved on them. It was the Church of Light and Fire's Priests and Templar Warriors encircling someone.
"We're really lucky …" Jiamu said helplessly. "We were just saying that we might encounter a Priest, and now we've encountered one."
The five White Dragons stopped moving forward, and flew slowly in the sky, watching the battlefield from afar.
"Let me go and eat them!" A young dragon said nonchalantly. "They're just a bunch of Level Two and Three ants."
"Eating them is easy, but it'll attract a lot of trouble." Jiamu shook his head. "Let's just fly over. Ignore them."
"I'm very hungry now." That young dragon was somewhat displeased.
"Gado, now's not the time to be willful," Jiamu warned. His expression became stern, and the young dragon named Gado immediately retracted the displeasure in his eyes.
He looked at the other White Dragons around them, and noticed that another White Dragon was staring with wide eyes at the shiny objects on the group of people.
"Oh Dragon God above, am I seeing things? Those are soul gems! They're actually soul gems?? "This White Dragon was still mumbling softly. As if noticing that Gado was staring at him, he quickly lowered his head, but his expression became more and more greedy.
The two dragons exchanged glances. They saw similar intentions in each other's eyes.
In a wilderness like this, as long as they were fast enough, even if they killed this group of Priests and stole their items, with their level, they would not be able to communicate with the Church's Templar Hall in time. They could just destroy the corpses, and no one would be able to find out.
Unless it was a being of Level Nine or above who used the Time Reversal Spell, but who would use a Level Nine spell that required a huge amount of materials to cast for a few Level Two and Three Priests?
Garon watched from the side.
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