Mysterious Egg

Illuminated by the firelight, and with the mind-controlling mushrooms and spores gone, Solaya and her companions finally saw the true appearance of the Dragonspine Forest.

The trees they had just seen, the trees they thought were trees, were not trees at all, but huge, exposed skeletons reaching for the sky.

Countless years have passed, yet the inscriptions and totems on the bones still glow, and the totems still contain lingering energy, giving the impression that these giant bones will come to life at any moment. This shows how powerful these creatures were when they were alive.

"These are the remains of a dragon. The legends of the Dragonspine Forest are actually true. Well, in the eyes of those gods who have lived for who knows how long, nothing is a legend; they are all firsthand experiences." Sorea was overwhelmed by the sight of these powerful creatures that had once lived in legends.

"Your Highness, has my lord ever seen a dragon? How could such powerful creatures become extinct?" Al couldn't help but ask. No one could witness the shock of seeing a once incredibly powerful race reduced to mere skeletons.

Sorea shook her head. "My father is the only human to become a god in this world. He was born at the end of the Heroic Age. Almost all the other gods appeared shortly after the Creator God created the world, while the dragon race disappeared at the beginning of the Heroic Age."

Then, she recalled, "But my mother had seen dragons. She once talked to me about the dragon race with great regret and longing. My mother said that the fall of the dragons was the arrangement of fate. Other than that, I don't know anything."

The continent of Singri is currently in the Human Age, preceded by the Heroic Age. Humanity prospered and flourished during the Heroic Age, gaining the advantage through the gods of the sea and hurricanes who attained divinity in human form. Humanity seized the initiative, drove out other races, and ushered in an era unique to humankind, where other races could only survive in the divine kingdoms of their respective gods.

Because of human faith, the god of the sea and hurricanes saw his power among the gods soar. Therefore, in order to gain human faith, other gods also began to preach among humans, but this led to anger from other races towards humanity, which is why the elves have always targeted Soraya.

Before the Age of Heroes was a legendary era inhabited by powerful creatures such as dragons and giants, where gods could freely leave their divine kingdoms.

Arlene was still bothered by the paralysis caused by the mushroom. After being shocked by the dragon skeleton in front of her, unlike Al and Sorea who were engrossed in the inscriptions and totems left by the dragon and discussing the past history, she continued to carefully observe the surrounding situation.

"Your Highness, let's find a place to rest quickly, we still have a long journey ahead tomorrow." Arlene couldn't help but speak up when she saw the two people who even wanted to touch the skeleton.

Solaya snapped out of her daze, noticing the dangerous look in Arlene's eyes and her need to be careful. Reflecting on her own actions, she awkwardly touched her nose.

Once the three had the fire and were no longer blinded by greed, they quickly found a large rock and rested and recuperated behind it.

Click, click, click.

The sudden rustling of a dry branch startled the three who were resting. Al quickly drew an inscription totem for invisibility, enveloping the three of them.

"I have a feeling someone has been here before," a dry, hoarse voice said.

"You're mistaken. How could anyone possibly come to this godforsaken dragon tomb?"

Another equally hoarse voice rang out, and at the same time, a putrid stench wafted into Solaya's nose.

Years of pampered life made Solaya feel nauseous, but considering the current situation, she forcibly suppressed it. Al and Arlene, standing beside her, also looked unwell, not because of the unpleasant smell, but because they sensed that the two were chosen ones of the evil god.

Fortunately, Soraya's wounds had healed, otherwise she would not have been able to escape the pursuit of these evil god's followers who had noses as sharp as dogs.

Sorea gestured to Al and Arlene to follow.

They tiptoed behind the two followers of the evil god, carefully avoiding all kinds of dead branches and fallen leaves, until they saw the two people enter a cave.

"Your Highness, do you want to go in? There might be danger inside. Our strength hasn't recovered yet, so let's leave first!" Arlene reminded Soraya, who was itching to go in.

Soleria was kept under the control of her brother at home and had never stepped out of the Emerald Sea since her marriage. She had no experience of adventure and saw little concern for danger in her eyes. Instead, she was excited to see the evil god's chosen ones whom she had never seen before.

"No, Arlene, this looks so interesting!"

Arlene gestured to Al with her eyes, hoping he would also try to persuade Solaya.

But Al also meant to go inside, and looked at Arlene to explain:

“We need to know which kind of evil god they belong to and what they are planning to do so that we can leave here more safely. But you wait here while I go in and take a look.”

After saying that, he walked into the underground cave.

"I want to go too!" Sorea quickly followed.

Al and Arlene's attempts to persuade them failed, so the three of them had to act together.

"You don't have any divine power now, so you must stick close to us." Before going in, Arlene couldn't help but remind her again.

Sorea nodded, but her eyes were full of longing for adventure.

After entering, they walked down a path, and the pungent smell of blood hit them in the face. The three of them could only tear off pieces of cloth from their sleeves to cover their noses and continue forward.

Soon, the source of the bloody smell appeared before their eyes.

The walls were covered with pictures drawn in blood, and the two evil god's followers that we had seen earlier were carrying tin buckets and using blood to draw inscriptions and totems on the altar.

Sorea looked at the mural on the wall. The mural depicted a round sphere surrounded by many humanoid creatures kneeling before it. These creatures held children in their hands, each child having strange body parts, such as cow horns, sheep horns, and duck bills...

“A portion of the power of procreation, hmm… this is the symbol of the original Godmother of the evil god.”

Sorea disdainfully relayed the message to Al and Arlene.

Then, thinking of what happened at noon, she continued to transmit her voice, "No wonder the Goddess of Abundance rushed over as soon as Father transmitted divine power to me. The Goddess of Abundance and Pregnancy... it turns out she was preparing to come and seize the authority of the Primal Goddess to complete her own authority."

Although Soraya disliked the ways of the Goddess of Abundance, the true Goddess deity despised even more the filthy, insidious evil god who was like a fly, infiltrating every nook and cranny.

Arlene nudged Solaya's elbow, gesturing for her to look at the altar.

In the center of the altar was a bright white egg.

An egg? How could there be an egg here?

Sorea looked at the egg in surprise, then carefully examined the meaning of the inscriptions and totems on the ground.

"Oh no, this is a sacrificial prayer to summon the Primal Godmother. What kind of creature's egg is this? It actually has the energy to support the Primal Godmother's descent."

Soraya knew perfectly well that when the Primal Godmother arrived, none of the three of them would survive. That situation was far more serious than the minor skirmishes among the elves. It wouldn't be an adventure; it would be offering themselves up as food for an evil god.

"How much of your strength have you recovered?"

“We’ve both reached around level ten, so destroying this altar should be enough. We absolutely cannot let the Primal Godmother descend,” Al replied.

Sorea nodded. "I've almost recovered to level nine. You two destroy the altar first, and I'll assist you from the shadows."

The altar here is almost finished. Destroying the altar requires a lot of power. Arlene needs to stack ten inscription totems of the tenth level, while Al needs to deal with the two followers of the Primal Godmother first.

Al drew the first three levels of lightning attribute power onto his sword, and to prevent any accidents, he also applied a speed-increasing totem to himself.

After doing all this, the three of them dispersed to different parts of the underground cave.

Using his hidden totem, Al darted behind one of the evil god's followers and plunged his sword directly into the man's heart from behind.

Despite being very careful, the sound of the sword piercing the ground was still heard by another follower of the Primordial Mother.

"Damn it, how could there be someone in this godforsaken grave?"

Seeing his companion fall, the opposite familiar's pupils shrank, and he cursed as he splashed the blood in his hand onto Al's body.

This is the blood used to summon the Primal Godmother. The evil and chaotic power within it directly shattered the hidden totem on Al's body. Fortunately, he had cast an acceleration totem on himself. Once his body came into contact with that blood, he would definitely hear the Primal Godmother's whispers, leading to a mental breakdown.

For demigods who do not receive divine blessings or prayers, they are utterly powerless against the corruption of evil gods.

While dodging, Al completed the drawing of the ninth level totem. Thunder runes symbolizing his attributes unfolded behind him, and lightning illuminated the originally dark ground.

Al transferred the totem to his greatsword and hurled it at the evil god's chosen one opposite him.

With a bang, the sword of the follower that was flying towards the Primal Mother changed direction and flew towards Al.

Sorea smelled a pungent sulfurous odor as a sword imbued with the power of thunder pierced beside Al.

Al's eyes widened in astonishment. He hadn't considered the evil god's chosen one a significant threat; his attack had only used thirty percent of his power. He hadn't expected it to be blocked. Had it not been for years of training that allowed him to instinctively sidestep, the sword would have pierced him instead.

As Al was questioning his existence, the evil god's chosen one opposite him pointed a black tube at him.

Seeing that something was wrong, Sorea drew her sword and plunged it into the heart of the Primal Godmother's follower from behind.

The evil god's chosen one fell backward in disbelief, but the attack landed in Al's direction. Al regained his senses, picked up his sword, and leaped to the side.

What is this?

The first thing Al did after dodging the attack was to pick up the tubular object that had attacked him.

"The thing that shot out from the middle had some totem attached to it, yet it was so powerful." Al held the object in his hand and examined it repeatedly.

At the same time, Arlene's attack also landed on the altar.

"careful!!"

"Your Highness, what are you doing?!"

Just a second before the attack landed on the altar, Soraya jumped onto the altar and took the white egg down, a move that startled Al-Arin so much that she almost fell to the ground.

Arlene, who was casting the spell, was covered in cold sweat. She had already imagined countless ways she could die, and the only thought in her mind was, "If Your Highness gets hurt because of me, I'm finished."

Sorea, however, was unaware of the danger of her actions and was only concerned with touching the eggs.

"Your Highness! What are you doing?" The two people rushed forward and looked Sorea up and down. They only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure she was alright.

Sorea held up the egg in her hand and said:

"This egg carries the scent of its mother."

Arlene and Al looked at each other in surprise, their eyes filled with disbelief.

After all, 150 years ago, the day after Soraya's twin brother was born, their mother, the former head of the gods and the goddess of fate, along with her divine kingdom of Dream Source, disappeared without warning and without a trace.