Chapter 62

Returning to the day the Poseidon Ruins closed.

Ambrose endured the excruciating pain, keeping an eye on the fluctuations of divine power outside. When the ruins began to spew people out, He couldn't wait to call upon the Twin Gods, intending to go together and capture the one with the divine physique.

The Gemini Gods also made an appearance.

Mika looked at the disheveled Ambrose, and Nolan spoke up at the opportune moment: "Ambrose, in your current state, your body will explode if you use divine power, won't it?"

The power of Poseidon's trident has been draining Ambrose's life force. Ambrose used his remaining divine power to resist some of it, but the wounds were bound to worsen. This was only because Poseidon's power was weak. If Poseidon were stronger, even a slight tremor in his hand would have prevented Ambrose's body from surviving until now.

Ambrose twitched his lips, barely managing to stand up, his face gloomy: "Of course I can kill the humans with just one god, but now that the ruins are open, there are quite a few humans nearby, and I'm worried we'll be surrounded."

Hearing His words, Mika nodded. It was indeed true. Taking action rashly in areas where humans lived would easily attract the attention of others, and humans would naturally help the weaker party first.

They certainly believed in Ambrose's power, but now, in a time of fallen gods and shattered faith, they were all so weak, and their divine status had only just been revived. It was better for them to help each other.

After discussing the matter, the gods left the ruins of the twin gods and appeared not far from the city.

The Poseidon ruins are still spitting out people, and three deities are waiting.

Only Ambrose has a physical body; Miganolan only follows Ambrose in the form of divine consciousness. If Ambrose is attacked, one of them will reverse time, and the other will change the fate of Ambrose's body's death. If they work together and try a hundred or eighty times, they will eventually succeed.

Moreover, they sensed that the only human with immense divine power, Veris, had entered the Sea God's Ruins, which greatly increased their chances of success.

For a moment, the twin gods both felt confident that they could help Ambrose successfully possess the body.

They soon witnessed the appearance of that divine being.

But at the same time, Poseidon's trident appeared!

“Poseidon actually gave the trident to that human!” Mika couldn’t believe it.

Nolan exclaimed to Ramiga, "Let's go back quickly! The Trident of Poseidon can sense the location of the gods!"

Mika didn't forget to pull Ambrose along: "Let's go first. With the Trident of Poseidon here, we can't touch that human yet."

Just as they said, Lortheran, who landed on the city wall, held the extraordinary Trident of Poseidon in his hand. The wind blew his golden-brown hair. He turned his head and saw a pale-faced youth staring at him in the wilderness, the resentment in his eyes almost tangible.

Lortheran raised an eyebrow, flicked his wrist, and the trident of Poseidon pointed at Ambrose.

A human being actually pointing a weapon at the god of the earth!

Ambrose felt a buzzing in his mind and almost unleashed his divine power to crush Lortheran. Seeing that things were not going well, Mika forcibly pulled Ambrose back to the ruins of the Twin Gods.

Poseidon is already useless. I hope Ambrose doesn't get into any more trouble, otherwise, even with them and Yannis, they might not be able to defeat that damned human.

However, with just a casual flick of Lortheran's finger, the remaining divine power of the Trident of Poseidon was unleashed once more. Ambrose's body was no longer usable, but the soul inside was still clinging to life.

The Earth God, with a gloomy expression, detached himself from the body.

Mika glanced at His ugly face. Come to think of it, it was Him and Nolan who told Ambrose about this constitution. Otherwise, Ambrose wouldn't have gone out, and he wouldn't be without his only body now.

Nolan had also considered this, but he was quite at ease, since neither he nor Mika knew that the human would obtain the Trident of Poseidon.

After thinking for a moment, He said to Ambrose, whose face was gloomy and who seemed to be thinking about something, "Ambrose, why don't you go and take a look at your own ruins? There are still many treasures in our ruins, so yours can't be too bad either, can it?"

The ruins of Ambrose are located near the Elven Forest. After Ambrose's death was confirmed, the Elven race and the descendants of the Dragon race went to war for the treasures of the ruins. Now, less than half a month after the god's death, the Elven race and the Dragon race are probably still fighting fiercely.

But there were no pure-blooded dragons left in this period, right?

Ambrose frowned. He did not reject those races that worshipped him as their ancestral god, because the existence of these races meant that his sources of faith would continue to emerge.

Take Yannis, for example. He has no faith left at all, so he has to secretly perform miracles to subtly turn some humans who believe in the god of love against him. His divine status is even attached to a human.

Thinking of Yannis, Ambrose's face darkened again, but he looked up and answered Nolan's question first: "The ruins are still further north. When I go back and gather my people, there will probably still be bodies that can be possessed."

After speaking, He left the site of the Twin Gods without waiting for their reply.

As the owner of the ruins, Ambrose, with only divine consciousness, could naturally enter the ruins at will, regardless of spatial distance.

Just as Ambrose had guessed, the descendants of the dragons were at war with the elves. The ruins of the Earth God were closed, but outside, a fierce battle was already raging over the ruins of this god.

Fortunately, only hybrid descendants of dragons remain. If they were pure-blooded dragons, the elves would have no chance.

Ambrose observed the battle from his own ruins.

Most of the dragon descendants are warriors. Because of their dragon bloodline, these warriors are incredibly strong and powerful, wielding their weapons as they charge towards the elves.

The elves also have a significant advantage: they are born with wings and are skilled in archery and wood magic. The stalemate between the two sides is due to the fact that there are more descendants of dragons than elves.

They were clad in armor and carried shields, and among them were many powerful individuals skilled in both magic and martial arts, capable of dealing with the elven race's clumsy magic.

Under the protection of the Elf Forest, and having always claimed to be descendants of the Earth God, the Elf race actually enjoys a very good reputation on the continent of Icarus, with a status that is subtly higher than that of humans, even though they cannot defeat the humans and their numbers are fewer than those of humans.

However, they have an innate sense of superiority. When they see the descendants of dragons, they show disdain and do not think that these dragons and the descendants of other races are any more powerful.

The number of dragon descendants is indeed not that many, but some of them went to places where humans gathered and spread the word that the ruins of the Earth God Ambrose had opened near the Elf Forest, which immediately attracted countless adventurers.

It doesn't matter whether they have dragon blood or not; as long as they're strong, they'll stubbornly claim to be descendants of dragons.

So what if their bloodline is a little thin? That doesn't mean they don't have dragon blood in them!

From the outside, the ruins of Ambrose appear as a dilapidated stone city, but no one would doubt that outside the stone city, two forces were locked in fierce combat. No matter how high the elves flew, they would eventually tire, and if they fell, they would surely die.

Just as the elves were beginning to show signs of retreat, a vibrant green light suddenly appeared in the ominous blood-red sky.

The elves were taken aback at first, then overjoyed: "It's the Elf Mother Tree! The Mother Tree is supporting us too!"

The elves, touched by the green light, instantly regained their strength and threw themselves into a new round of battle.

Seeing that things were not going well, the dragon descendants—some of whom had been pretending to be stupid to get a share of the spoils—naturally did not want to lose their lives here, so they ran away while fighting.

Just as the adventurers who had taken advantage of the chaos had mostly fled, and the other true descendants of the dragons had also suffered many wounds, the elves pressed their advantage, driving these dragon descendants astray. When both sides were far from Stone City, a dragon's roar carrying immense pressure suddenly resounded.

Upon hearing the terrifying dragon's roar, the elves were greatly alarmed. Their pointed ears trembled, their eardrums burst instantly, blood gushing from their pointed ears, and they all covered their ears and screamed.

The other dragon descendants hit by the elven arrows were not in such a sorry state, but they were not much better off.

They threw down their weapons, covered their ears, and knelt on the ground.

A huge shadow appeared in the blood-red sky.

—It's a dragon!

The dragon swung its tail, which was covered in black spikes, toward the stone city. With a single flick, it shattered the stone into dust.

It swept back and forth several times, and a dilapidated stone city was reduced to dust under its movements. The smell of dust filled the air. Although the elves were deafened by the dragon's roar, they were not blind. Seeing this scene, they were naturally furious and screamed for the dragon to stop.

The other dragon descendants were dumbfounded. They had finally seen the only purebred dragon of their race, but this dragon had destroyed the ruins.

However, seeing the elves in such a sorry state made them feel quite pleased.

Ambrose, who witnessed this scene in his own ruins, was also stunned. Although there was nothing of great importance in his ruins, they were sealed to preserve some of the treasures he had collected.

Now, they are all buried under the dragon's sweeping tail!

"I thought it was some kind of treasure, but it's just a pile of dirt." The dragon spoke, but it was a clear, youthful voice. It spoke in human language, probably addressing its dragon-human descendants, "You even want to steal this? Can't you afford to live?"

Having said that, it flapped its wings, turned its head, and stared at the elves with its huge red vertical pupils: "You stinking elves, how dare you attack my descendants! You're doomed!"

With a single gulp of flame, the elves burst forth. Upon seeing this, they quickly flapped their wings and darted into the elven forest, no longer caring that the elven forest they always talked about had been burned down. They cried out and ran back to their territory.

There is the protection of the Elf Mother Tree there; if you don't run fast enough, you'll be devoured by the dragon's flames!

The colossal dragon, which blotted out the sky, shrank slightly, picked up a few charred pieces from the ground, stuffed them into its mouth, chewed a few times, and commented, "It has no flavor; it's not even as good as roasted meat."

After saying that, he took off again and returned to the sky above the stone city that he had utterly ravaged, looking at the ancient city that had turned to dust.

Ambrose could no longer contain himself. Before the dragon discovered the connection array between the ruins and the city, he had to open the ruins. If the array was also destroyed, his ruins would soon be lost in the spatial turbulence!

Mika can only manipulate time, not capture space. If even His ruins are gone, then it's truly the end.

Under the dragon's thoughtful gaze, a bright light shone from beneath the dust. The dragon paused, then extended its sharp claws to clear away the accumulated dust and blew away the rest of the sand. Soon, a glowing magic circle appeared on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, an earth-yellow vortex appeared on the magic circle.

Huh? The dragon's eyes lit up.

It turned to its descendants: "You lot, go in and see what's going on!"

Is this the legendary ruins of the Earth God?!

The dragon descendants were excited, but they did not go to the ruins immediately. Instead, they respectfully replied to the dragon: "Chief, we are all seriously injured. If we rashly enter the ruins, we may not get anything. Why don't we go to the nearby town to find a pharmacist to treat us, and then explore deeper into the ruins later?"

The dragon looked at the wounds on its offspring and clicked its tongue. If it were the dragon, those attacks wouldn't even leave a scratch on its skin. Hybrids are still too fragile.

However, it didn't refute, only saying, "Keep an eye on this place and don't let those stinky elves come over. If they dare to come, I'll burn down their elven mother tree! Hmph, the dragon race isn't extinct yet!"

After saying that, it flapped its wings and flew into the sky, and soon its shadow became smaller and smaller.

A descendant of the dragon clan discerned that they had headed south.

The Dragon Grand Canyon is indeed in the south, but over the years, no dragons have lived there anymore. Only the pure-blooded dragon patriarch still guards the treasure left by his ancestors, which consists mostly of gems, gold, and silver.

Of course, it also attracted countless adventurers to steal from it, but let alone enter the Dragon Grand Canyon, just getting close would shatter their eardrums and blind them with the residual dragon breath.

For hundreds of years, the closest adventurers to venture into the Dragon Canyon have only reached the long river outside the canyon before being discovered by the dragons. One slap from the dragon's hand, and there is no chance of survival.

Forget it, if you want jewelry, why don't you go mining for it yourself? Doing business is better than getting slapped into mincemeat!

However, the dragon is not going back to the Dragon Clan Grand Canyon now. Just as everyone knows, it is the only dragon left in the Grand Canyon. Why would it go back? To worship its ancestors and ask if it has found the ruins of the Earth God?

The dragon, though not yet an adult, is still very intelligent.

Before heading to the vicinity of the Elf Forest, it was secretly mining in a mountain. The ore there was a transparent gemstone that could refract seven colors of light under the sunlight, and it was very beautiful.

After dealing with the elves, the dragon returned to the mine it had discovered and continued mining, huffing and puffing, intending to plunder all the remaining ore and hide it in the Grand Canyon to put its mind at ease.

I wonder if there are any beautiful gems in the ruins of the Earth God. But the Earth God has lived for so long and has a good relationship with the elves. The elves are just tasteless and poor, so I guess the Earth God's taste isn't much better.

Don't let him be some barbaric god who just throws a leaf over his head and runs away!

Dragon, despise them!

After digging tirelessly for several days, the dragon finally finished digging out all the gems and transported them back to its lair. It then flew to the vicinity of the elven forest to check the situation and found that many humans had gathered there and were crawling into the ruins one by one.

The dragon found it strange; it also saw the figure of an elf inside.

The descendants would not disobey its commands, but because they all entered the ruins, no descendants came out to stop the elves?

Long pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed the bloodline in his descendants.

But what he discovered next enraged the dragon. Just a few days ago, its descendants had been kneeling on the ground to congratulate its arrival, but now they were all dead in the ruins!

It also sensed an unprecedented danger within the ruins!

Although the dragon was not yet an adult, it was a clever little dragon.

Even though it was extremely angry, it didn't rush in impulsively. Instead, it flapped its wings, turned its head, and headed south again.

As for the human elves lining up to die below, it wouldn't give them a warning. Lor'theran is about to reach the north, and the more of these people die, the faster Lor'theran's advance will be!

The dragon travels day and night.

Finally, in the dead of night, it arrived at the great city of Lortheran. After many days of hard work in repairing it, the city was actually better preserved than most of the cities the dragon had ever seen, and it looked quite sturdy.

It floated above the city and spoke to the house where Lortheran was for quite some time.

But nobody paid any attention to it.

The dragon was very patient. It continued to talk about where it had been these past few days. As it spoke, it vaguely sensed the presence of its offspring. It was a little puzzled and turned its head to look. It only saw a few humans standing there watching it.

Oh, the person in the middle has dragon blood, but it's so diluted! With the vast majority of its blood being human and the diluted dragon blood almost nonexistent, the dragon found it boring and immediately turned its head back. However, this distraction led it to see a light.

This means it should turn back into a human and speak inside the house!

The dragon was overjoyed, transformed into human form, and excitedly rushed into Lortheran's bedroom. Seeing Lortheran lying motionless on the bed, it thought to itself, "Lortheran must be trying to scare the dragon." So it gathered its strength and jumped.

"Awooo!!!"

"Lotheran, guess what I found!"

Veris's expression changed slightly as he walked in. A healing spell descended instantly. He took a deep breath and looked at Lord Martin, whose eyes were wide open, and the dragon sitting on Lord Martin's waist. He felt a headache coming on.

It turns out that Lortheran wasn't pretending to be asleep; he really was sleeping.

The dragon felt very guilty and told Lortheran that it didn't mean it; it just wanted to play a joke on Lortheran.

Lord Martin sat weakly in his chair, his eyes rolled back, looking as if he was about to faint.

Veris pressed his temples and asked, "What happened?" If it were a discovery of some gem, Lortheran would probably jump up and give the dragon a good whack.

However, this time the dragon didn't talk about the gem it longed for. Instead, it mentioned the ruins near the Elf Forest and said that it sensed a dangerous aura inside the ruins, guessing that they were remnants of the Earth God.

Because it had killed many dragon descendants, the dragon was also a bit of a pain in its teeth. It was actually hoping that these dragon descendants could revert to their ancestral bloodline and produce another purebred dragon!

Now that so many people have died at once, it immediately harbors a grudge against that damned god of the earth.

After hearing his words, Veris lowered his hand from his temple and looked up at Lord Martin beside him: "Do you want to go and take a look?"

Lord Martin finally reacted to Veris's words. His limp body was stiff except for his neck. He asked, "Are there any good things in those ruins?"

Veris frowned upon hearing this. The ruins of the Earth God... he needed to think about it.

The dragon was also looking at Veris with bright, sparkling eyes.

After a while, Veris finally remembered something and said, "There is indeed an artifact, Lortheran, which you should be able to use."

"The artifact, the Staff of Earth Fixation, can be used to divide the territory and fix the map, ensuring that there will be no major changes in the terrain within the territory. Moreover, because it contains divine power, it can revitalize the land and turn the desert into fertile land without any problem."

As he finished speaking, Lord Martin sat up straight, a serious expression appearing on his face.

After Veris finished speaking, even the dragon looked at Lord Martin.

"I want to go in." Lord Martin's face was serious. He had to get his hands on this. All the previous things were nothing compared to the fact that it could transform the land. That alone was enough to get his blood pumping.

The apothecary in their team is Veris, who has researched many potions to improve soil quality over the years, but the effects have not been good. With such a magical artifact, there is nothing to fear.

Veris let out a long sigh after speaking. He had dug out this memory from the divine status he inherited... During this time, perhaps to escape or to give himself some time to heal his emotions, he had never touched those memories.

Searching through memories inevitably leads to touching other memories, some still attached, floating before his eyes and echoing in his ears. He pressed his temples, his voice weary: "You two go and discuss it. I'm going back to my room first."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out.

As he turned the corner after leaving Lord Martin's house, he saw the furtive young man, Lortheran.

Veris frowned, his face cold, but not at Lortheran; the memories he had just encountered made it difficult for him to have a pleasant expression.

Lortheran gave him a fawning smile: "Oh, what a coincidence."

"Do you remember anything like this?" These mud houses weren't very soundproof, and Veris hadn't set up any soundproofing magic, so it wasn't surprising that Lortheran could hear them. He simply asked Lortheran.

The boy tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said seriously, "I don't remember anything like that, but the soil improvement really happened, and it's all thanks to you."

Veris remained silent, nodded, and then walked around Lortheran toward his own house.

After Veris left, Lortheran stood there, tapping his temple, momentarily confused about what had happened.

What they are experiencing now—is it that they have truly returned to the past, and the future has not yet happened, or is it simply a predetermined past?

What has happened and what hasn't happened are worlds apart.

The two people weren't speaking loudly, but it was quite clear in the night. Long immediately poked his head out and saw a boy. The boy turned his head, and Long's red vertical pupils widened instantly.

Turning to Lord Martin, who was rummaging through the house for suitable weapons, he asked, "Lotheran, who is that guy who looks exactly like you?"

Lord Martin, perhaps driven to increasingly lower moral standards by Lortheran's influence lately, didn't even look up when he heard this: "My son."

The dragon was terrified.

It had only been a little over a month since it left, and Lortheran had already given birth to such a big son!

The red-eyed boy stared blankly at the younger version of Lortheran walking towards him, then turned back to Lord Martin in a respectful tone and asked, "You actually have such a method of reproduction, yet you didn't tell the dragons? Do you know how much the dragons lack their own kind right now?"

"Therefore, let the dragons inherit the technology of reproduction!"

Lord Martin turned his head: "Humans and dragons are different, give up on that idea."

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Author's note: See you tomorrow! [hugs]