Arthur swayed slightly and had to use one hand to support himself on the railing.
The arrow that slays gods, the dragon of time, the war that destroyed the empire a thousand years ago, now a war called revenge…
Countless chaotic clues flashed through my mind in turn, and my already shattered heart felt as if it had been pierced and crushed by a sharp knife once again.
The two brothers, one standing on the sunlit terrace, the other sitting on the throne shrouded in shadow.
Arthur slowly began, "What's the reason?"
The weather magic cast by the undead was shattered by divine power, and the blazing sunlight poured down like a waterfall, washing over the dark capital of Clark.
The lowly undead wandering in the capital were directly exposed to the sunlight, and those who had no time to hide were all burned to ashes.
The agonizing screams of the dead filled his ears, sounding incredibly eerie, yet Albert's eyes remained devoid of any emotion.
He glanced up at the sky.
Unlike the lower undead, the blazing sun had no effect on Gilmanoa.
Albert looked away and casually wrote "Champion Marquis" in the air.
This is Gilmanoa's dragon title.
For dragons, the 'Dragon Title' is of paramount importance. There may be two dragons in the world with the same name, but the Dragon Title can only refer to one dragon.
Albert did not answer Arthur's question, but instead talked about his dragon.
He gently crossed out the 'Dragon title,' saying, 'In fact, my dragon's former title should have been—'
A pale hand glided across the paper, revealing a line of beautiful, flowing cursive script: 【Time Traveler Gilmanoa】
"Have you told your father?"
Albert's expression remained hidden in the shadows, only his pair of eerie green eyes met Arthur's gaze as he slowly spoke: "There's no need."
"What……?"
There's no need to tell him.
Arthur looked at Albert as if he were looking at a monster.
He slowly drew his longsword, the gleaming tip pointed at Albert, his eyes bloodshot. "Draw your sword!"
Albert sighed softly, as if tired. "Let's quickly resolve this 'little misunderstanding' before bigger trouble comes."
As he spoke, he also drew his sword.
Albert held a sword in one hand and beckoned to Arthur with the other, saying, "Arthur, let me see how much you've improved over the past thousand years."
Arthur gritted his teeth and swung his sword.
"choke--!"
Swords clashed, the ominous power of death and Arthur's dragon domain evenly matched.
Albert remained composed, combining offense with defense. Their exchanges were so swift that their swords blurred into afterimages.
But the Chimera's melee combat is practically cheating.
Using both longsword and hand-to-hand combat techniques, he managed to break Albert's left arm bone.
The lich's regenerative abilities are astonishing; as long as the life casket is not damaged, it is immortal. Albert's regenerative abilities are even more astonishing.
In less than a second, the unnaturally bent arm snapped back to its original position with a 'crack'.
Victoria, who had already dodged, shouted, "Your Highnesses, the God of Light is attacking soon! Are you sure you want to fight amongst yourselves now?"
Albert's soul fire flickered in his eyes, and his longsword showed no sign of weakness, but he spoke up: "I have experienced the destruction of the Holy Dragon a hundred thousand times."
“Telling my father about Gilmanoa’s title of dragon will only hasten the destruction of the Holy Dragon.”
“Arthur, I bear far more responsibility for the Holy Dragon than you do.”
...
Above the sky.
Gilmanoa devoured the food ravenously, eager to seize control of his destiny in the shortest possible time.
But then, the light suddenly dimmed.
Gilmanoa's eerie blue flames flickered, but he quickly tilted his head back and swallowed the divine essence of fate with a 'gulp'.
His tailbone throbbed loudly in the air.
“To be honest, I really doubt my master; he’s really unlucky,” Gilmanoa said to the ‘air’.
The air rippled slightly, and a mocking voice said, "Perhaps your master's luck has all been used up by his younger brother."
Gilmanoa sighed, feigning distress, "Yes, it's really enviable, isn't it?"
"But I didn't expect that you would actually come to help Guangming this time."
The God of Darkness tore through space and descended.
His true appearance caused volcanoes to erupt, oceans to experience tsunamis, and the earth to tremble.
A solar eclipse has occurred.
Darkness swallowed the sun.
Against the backdrop of a solar eclipse, the Dark God stands atop the heavens, mockingly looking down upon the 'unruly' bone dragon.
"Although I really hate that 'hypocrite' Guangming."
"But compared to those 'hypocrites' who only know how to disgust people, the madmen who want to destroy the world are the real problem, aren't they?"
Gilmanoa tried his best to make a 'surprised' expression with his bones.
"Who? Who wants to destroy the world?!"
The God of Darkness pointed a finger at the bone dragon from afar, “Death, fate, trickery, wine, love… Bahamut’s eldest son, don’t tell me you just treat these divine attributes as ‘candy.’”
Gilmanoa sighed, a rare occurrence for him. "Ah, so someone still remembers."
"Time is the firstborn son of platinum."
The Dark God chuckled strangely. "There are few ancient gods who don't know this, aren't there?"
"Platinum gave birth to a rebellious son," "Platinum's eldest son was stripped of his power over time," "Platinum's arrogant little dragon cub was contracted into a servant by a mortal."
Gilmanoa's cynical demeanor vanished.
Within the bone dragon's eye sockets, the soul fire burned fiercely, its eerie blue hue appearing even more sinister and terrifying in the darkness.
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