Inside the Forest of Demons, the bright Silver Moon drove away the clouds and hung high in the sky. However, the moonlight was no longer able to penetrate through the narrow windows of the magic tower. It was no different from any other season.
However, as Alterna, whose long golden hair was tied up, became clearer and clearer, the cold moonlight that enshrouded her before spread out to the entire magic tower, cleansing the tranquility in the silver whiteness.
Below her feet, Danisos had become the same size as Alferris. There was a shocking wound on his back. Large pieces of flesh were falling to the ground under the burning of the black fire. His transparent and shapeless internal organs and his spine that seemed to be able to record time were fully exposed. What was most miserable was that half of his wings had been cut off, revealing the lackluster bones.
Had it not been for the fact that the fire of nothingness was dying out, the other experts would've had no doubt that Danisos, the Dragon of Time and Brilliance, would've reached the end of his life. However, even so, after being wounded by the Sword of Origin and Destiny, his recovery would be extremely slow.
At this moment, he was crouching next to Alterna's feet lethargically. It was impossible to tell that he was a dragon best known for his vitality. There was no telling how long it would take for him to recover.
Around him, the rolling "blood" slowly gathered into a colorless and transparent lake, in which flesh and half of a wing were floating magically.
Hearing Alterna's solemn announcement and seeing the miserable state of the primordial dragon of time, the experts on the spot, including the Elder Mind and Prince Dracula, were unable to figure out what was going on at all.
Alterna did not mean to repeat herself. She stared at everybody who was stunned with her crimson eyes, as if she believed from the bottom of her heart that they would understand what she meant.
The atmosphere immediately became weird.
At this moment, Rhein retreated the enormous bat wings on his back and chuckled. "What the Primordial Ancestor means is that the current situation is the most chaotic, dangerous, and vigorous since the age of myths. That's why she has come to the ground to lead us out of the mist of this age.
"You must've sensed the surging undercurrents beneath the tide of the times. Any legend could've perished if they were careless. They could've been targeted even if they didn't do anything. Therefore, this is the worst age for you."
"However, the changes in society, the changes in forces, and the breakthroughs in the understanding of the nature of the world will certainly bring unprecedented opportunities. I believe that in the next few decades, there will be more opportunities than all the previous eras combined. Whether or not we can make breakthroughs, make further progress, and realize the sublimation of life will all depend on whether or not we can grasp them."
His silver eyes looked at the Demon Lord, the Elder Brain, and the other powerful beings. His smile was elegant and handsome. "So, to all of you, this is also the best era. As for the final result, it depends on the choice you make. In the current situation, the organizations that have internal strife and self-harm will definitely be suppressed and gradually die out. We have to unite and rebuild our Dark Congress like the Congress of Magic. Only in this way can we ensure our safety in the tide of the future and seize more opportunities. "
He walked to the front of the group of experts, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he asked in a relaxed and joyful manner,
"Do you have any objections?"
Rhein's lengthy speech and Alterna's announcement that sounded like a "child" immediately made Prince Dracula, Sonet, the Elder Brain, the Demogorgon of Eyes, and the other legends understand what was going on. For some reason, the Silver Moon also had the idea of integrating the Dark Congress and appointing herself as the president.
Therefore, with the scheme of Danisos, Dracula, the Demogorgon of Darkness, and Ogre, she successfully took down the primordial dragon of time and subdued the experts who were most likely to oppose her.
Prince Dracula was both angry and delighted. He was angry because the Primordial Ancestor did not trust him and did not ask for his cooperation. He was delighted because if the Primordial Ancestor became the president of the Dark Congress, he would not have to summon her through Rhein like before.
He touched the blisters on his face and took a deep breath. Lowering his head, he said, "It is our honor to be led by the Primordial Ancestor in person."
"Our family is always at your service, Primordial Ancestor." Dubenal spoke before Sonet did, as if he were loyal. Lucien couldn't help but secretly chuckle. He was truly a big dog …
The vampires and the werewolves expressed their stance the fastest, but the other experts of the dark world were slightly stunned. The primordial dragons agreed to integrate the Congress earlier, but they obviously wanted their own family to be the leader. The opposers such as the Demogorgon of Eyes must've had their own reasons for their objection.
After a brief silence, they suddenly recalled what Rhein said just now. It was true that this world had become too dangerous. Before, as long as one became a legend and was careful and not greedy, it was barely possible for them to be killed. However, right now, even if they stayed within their own territory, they would still be plotted against and become somebody else's container or stepping stone.
Also, this was just the beginning. After the undercurrent phase was over, and all the forces were prepared, there would be another "War of Dawn" for faith, resources, and other things. By then, everybody could be killed!
For the Demogorgon of Eyes, the Six-Armed Inquisitor and the other legends, the death of the Prince of Demons and the Lord of Boundless Ocean's body being stolen by the Lord of Hell only made them slightly wary but did not pay much attention to it. They believed that they could avoid any danger in the Dark Mountain Range that was full of space cracks and secret places. However, the trap just now was a wake-up call for them. Some things could not be avoided even if they wanted to. Integration might not be a bad thing.
More importantly, the Speaker would be a demigod. That was the most coveted backer!
Rhein seemed to have sensed their inner struggle. He added with a smile, "What happened before the integration is history. The Congress will not pursue it."
Therefore, Ogre and the six primordial dragons made up their minds. However, it was not just because of the above reasons. It was also because the Silver Moon was right before them. Without the blockage of a top legend, wouldn't they be killed instantly if they objected?
Even though Ogre knew many secret techniques, he did not dare to take the risk!
They raised their heads and looked at their president, hoping to see the powerful demigod who had existed since primeval times and to express their submission.
However, at this moment, Alterna suddenly turned around and looked at Lucien. Pointing at the blood of the primordial dragon of time, the "meat", and one of the wings on the ground, she bit her lips and said solemnly, "Yes, your food."
After that, she quickly turned around, as if she was scared that her eyes would linger on the puddle of blood.
Well, their president seemed rather unreliable … The Demogorgon of Eyes, the Demogorgon of Shadows, and the other legendary experts felt their hearts cramp. However, they soon realized that the president, who had subdued the primordial dragon of time through the scheme, was more reliable than anybody else. Whoever thought that he was unreliable had probably become his food …
"Now that the great Silver Moon has been elected as the president, we are confident about the internal integration." Both the Demogorgon of Eyes and the primordial dragons bowed respectfully. Only the Elder Brain hesitated again.
However, as the Silver Moon stared at him with its crimson eyes, he still replied in a hoarse voice, "Your will is my will."
The mysterious "Mastermind" finally lowered his noble "head". If Danisos, the primordial dragon of time, were here, he might've had other ideas. However, right now, the vampires had two top legends, and the other legends of the Congress had been united. The God of the Silver Moon seemed to have broken his habit of not doing much.
The King of Nightmare, on the other hand, boldly did not say anything because he was not watched by the Silver Moon. He had already decided to go to Allyn.
Everything came to an end just like that. At least, that was what Lucien thought. However, when he put away the primordial dragon of time's materials and said goodbye to the experts of the Dark Congress, he realized that they didn't think so.
"Mr. Evans, when do you plan to leave the Dark Mountain Range?" Cervantes, the Six-Armed Inquisitor, asked solemnly.
Lucien thought for a moment and said, "I'll go to the Observer's Castle and communicate with the God of the Silver Moon and Mr. Rhein. I'll leave after that."
Hu. A series of sighs of relief echoed, and Cervantes put on a sincere smile. "Then, we won't see you off."
"I hope that you won't come to the Dark Mountain Range too often, Evans." Ogre, the Dark Side King, seemed to be complaining.
Lucien was not convinced. This time, only Natravos, the Lord of Abyss, was killed, and Danisos, the primordial dragon of time, was heavily wounded. Also, it was a scheme that they made and did it themselves. How could they blame it on him? How could he be the incarnation of the God of Misfortune? If you slander me like that, you might be killed someday!
… …
Inside the Valley of Fiery Stone, Fitia, who was wearing the black robe of the ancient Magic Empire, saw that Dracula returned in fury first. She raised her eyebrow and asked, "Did the plan fail?"
"Yes." Dracula told her everything and demanded angrily, "Didn't you say that the Congress would be reorganized this time?"
Fitia chuckled. "Is the Congress not reorganized yet?"
"You!" Dracula's crimson eyes seemed to be ignited by fury.
Fitia opened her hands, indicating that she did not know anything. Then, she pretended to touch Scrooge, the cat.
Dracula glared at her but held back his fury in the end. He said angrily, "Why does the Primordial Ancestor always favor Rhein? Even an outsider of the Congress of Magic is valued more than me!"
A delightful smile appeared on Fitia's face, as if she were delighted to see such a situation.
Scrooge, the cat, turned around arrogantly, forcing its master to stroke its tail.
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