Chapter Eighty: Cursing Gods, Slaughtering Gods



The capital city.

The six kings and nobles, working together from within and without, united with the hundred races to attack the capital of the Holy Dragon Emperor.

Albert led Prince Zhenguo, who had returned to defend the area, to meet the enemy.

To a dog that bites back, Albert has only one word: "Kill!"

He stood on the back of a gray, ugly dragon, holding a sword at his waist.

At this moment, he is a divine sword, its sharpness fully revealed, unsheathed.

Gods will be slain, demons will be slaughtered!

Each of the six kings rode a colorful dragon.

These colorful dragons were granted divine power by the evil dragon god, making them exceptionally strong.

The six princes besieged Albert.

Prince Zhenguo wanted to help, but he was powerless to do so.

The six great kings treated the colorful dragons like they were free; they would randomly pull out a silver knight and have him ride a dragon.

However, without reaching the level of a Dragon Knight, forcibly combining them together does not enhance their power.

At best, it's like a dragon carrying a 'sandbag' made of iron.

This skill is utterly insignificant in the eyes of a family that raises dragons.

The Princes of Zhenguo quickly fought their way in and out of the allied forces of the six marquises seven times.

As for Albert...

Albert went berserk.

With a single swing of his sword, the sky was filled with violent black energy lightning.

The sword light swept across the land, its aftershocks capable of leveling mountains and rivers, let alone a giant dragon facing the immense power of this sword strike.

Then Albert raised his sword and brought it down, and a red dragon head fell straight down from the sky.

The dragon's head had been chopped off, but its neck was still twisting wildly, and blood was gushing out like from a spray nozzle...

Raphael Mordo Griffin, riding on the back of the dragon, went mad with fear and screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Albert's sword flashed, and he struck again!

This time, Far Fran was not as lucky as his allies.

He and the red dragon he was riding were cleaved in two.

The corpses of dragons, human corpses, and the blood of red dragons fell directly from the sky.

Albert went berserk, he went mad.

All he saw was killing.

kill!

These traitors deserve to die!

kill!

The five-colored dragons that dared to take the place of the metal dragon should be killed!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

The evil dragon god deserves to die! All the gods deserve to die! And the ungrateful mortals deserve to die even more!

Let's die together!

Let us all be buried alive with my holy dragon!

He fought and fought, and then he laughed.

He laughed loudly, a laugh that chilled his enemies to the bone.

At this moment, the six kings and nobles—no, the four kings and nobles—were truly filled with fear.

The dragons they rode were even more terrified than they were.

In the dictionary of the colorful dragon, there is not a single word with a positive connotation.

The enemy is weak, so they all attack together!

The enemy is strong, so they... well, they'll run first, and their comrades will cover their retreat!

In the sky, Albert single-handedly routed the six kings, sending them fleeing in disarray.

God, watching from His own kingdom, finally couldn't stand it any longer.

The God of War has descended.

The God of War stood in Albert's way.

He didn't say much, and instead of using the Sword of the God of War, he casually summoned a longsword made of ordinary iron.

Then, he waved to Albert.

This signaled to him to make the first move.

Albert lifted his eyelids to look at the God of War.

Where war breaks out, the god of war is most likely to draw faith.

His actions were simply to maintain a divine facade in front of believers.

Will Albert grant His wish?

No!

Forget about putting on airs, he'll tear off the hypocritical masks of the gods.

Not only would he tear them off, he would also stomp on their faces a few times!

So he deliberately asked, "Is the difference between a god and a mortal merely a divine artifact?"

You actually came down to fight a mortal who hasn't become a god.

What's the point of installing all this?

For a dragon knight who controls the dragon domain, it's quite easy to amplify their voice to the entire battlefield.

Sure enough, upon hearing his words, the expressions of those who worshipped the God of War on the battlefield became subtle.

The power levels of the God of War are quite interesting.

In times of peace, there is little faith and little divine power.

But when war breaks out, the faith in the God of War can even surpass that in the God of Light, and his divine power increases dramatically.

"Huh? Yes! How come the God of War talks about bullying people like it's a blessing!"

"Indeed! A god in his true form, wanting to attack a mortal, yet claiming he won't let the divine artifacts strike first—how hypocritical!"

'Is Albert that strong? That the God of War would go to such lengths to deal with him…'

These believers' sentiments were relayed to the God of War.

Putting aside the drastic drop in divine power level, these words alone are enough to make the God of War vomit blood.

When the God of War looked at Albert again, his eyes turned red.

"I kill you!"

Albert drew his sword. "Ha, then let's fight!"

The next moment, Gilmanoa tore through space and time.

The enormous 'skeleton dragon,' or rather, Gilmanoa in his dragon lich form, emerged from spacetime.

He skillfully swapped places with the current Gilmanoa.

In the blink of an eye, the opponent transformed from a fully grown dragon into an ancient lich.

Are you angry or not?

The God of War was furious.

However, a god who first flirts with scoundrels and then descends to earth to bully people does not deserve sympathy.

You adults bully children, but you won't even let children use a weapon to defend themselves?

The God of War was enraged and swung his sword, engaging Albert in battle.

Everyone thought that Albert would be easily defeated.

At least, no one had high hopes for him, even from God.

But he withstood the attack of the God of War.

With one move, blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

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