"God of the Sky".
Perkin spoke with certainty; no matter how lacking in common sense he might be, he still had some understanding of the various races of the gods.
"Yes, the Sky God was once the least favored being, and it was also the weakest of the dragons, the Wind Dragon."
As Maggie spoke, she couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Perhaps Oris was too repressed after becoming a god. Although his reincarnated human form was still a wind dragon, his personality was simply unimaginably terrible.
The fact that humans have labeled him a dragon shows just how difficult he is to deal with.
"...."
Perkin didn't respond to that question, seemingly lost in thought.
"Is he... very weak?"
He asked in a hoarse voice.
"Theoretically, the strongest dragon species should be the Golden Dragon, followed by the Emerald Dragon and the Black Dragon. Wind Dragons are generally ostracized within their own groups. Of course, there are differences between individuals, and some exceptionally outstanding ones are not limited by dragon species."
Perhaps because she felt that Perkin didn't know much about this, Maggie unconsciously talked more.
"Humans don't know much about dragons and rarely set foot in their territory. If it weren't for the difficulty of dragons reproducing and their small population, other races probably wouldn't have had a chance to control the continent of Coral."
Maggie couldn't help but sigh.
"However, whether Oris is strong or not... I think he is not as strong as Rielta. If Rielta had been vying for the position of the Sky God back then, Oris would not have been the one."
After she finished speaking, she felt it wasn't quite right, as her words were too subjective, so Maggie added a couple more sentences.
"Of course, as a god, he can't be considered weak."
In fact, the human form of the Sky God in the comics, Ficklin, one of the main characters, is the strongest among the human forms of the other gods, because he has a natural advantage in his race.
Unfortunately, when he was still in his divine position, he was the weakest god.
As for the strongest... Maggie can't tell. It's because the dark god Grecius is excessively strong but works alone, while the light god Nophiel is very cunning and keeps his trump cards hidden, making him impossible to see through.
"Then...how did he become a god?"
Perkin tilted his head almost imperceptibly, his tone tinged with a hint of doubt.
"Ah... that's a long story. Maybe it's because he... was lucky?"
Maggie's tone was strange, and I didn't know how to explain it.
The official history of the mainland doesn't explain how Oris obtained his divine position, but Maggie, having read the comics, knows a little about it. In fact, Oris wasn't among the candidates vying for the divine position back then.
Except for Rielta, they are all golden dragons.
Oris was able to obtain the divine position by taking advantage of the fact that his competitors had fought to the death and were almost completely wiped out.
He will appear on the battlefield of the struggle for godhood. No dragon knew in advance, and in fact, no one expected him to ascend to godhood before he became a god.
Everything, including the obsession with which he formed his divine status, remains completely unknown.
This is why the dragon race's faith in him has always been very weak, incomparable to that of other gods.
Even the cobbled-together power of faith of the twin gods of fire was stronger than that of Oris, so one can imagine how surprising it was that he would become a god.
As for the power of faith in the God of Darkness....
Greysius himself said that it was unnecessary, but he couldn't stand that those beings who embarked on the path of dark magic had basically all suffered from exclusion, which made their faith in the Dark God even more steadfast than that of others.
In modern entertainment industry parlance, this could probably be called "abusing fans"?
The word popped into Maggie's head out of nowhere, and she felt it was strangely fitting.
"Good luck...?"
Perkin expressed confusion about Maggie's choice of words.
"Well, you could say that. We're almost there. I'll tell you the rest later."
Chatting as they walked, time flew by. Before they knew it, Maggie and Perkin were nearing the edge of the cliff where the roots of the Star Tree grew.
Looking down, there was an endless abyss, so dark it was terrifying.
The Star Tree grows on the tip of the cliff, gradually extending into the sky, with the twinkling stars on it resembling its fruits.
Just looking up at it is enough to capture your attention, especially when you stand under the tree, the beauty is breathtaking.
It felt like standing at the highest point in the Arctic, admiring the aurora borealis amidst a sea of stars, unable to look away.
That's it?
Maggie, however, had no interest in admiring the beautiful scenery. She walked around the cliff several times but found nothing of use, and her expression suddenly became very strange.
Such a high concentration of dark magic could not have been naturally generated; there must be treasure nearby.
She didn't even bother to grab the Black Dragon Broken Dagger first; she went straight for the tree. Finding nothing there would have really infuriated her.
Just as Maggie was completely bewildered and even tried to dig up some tree roots to take back, Perkin stared at the trunk of the Star Tree and reached out to touch it.
The next second, all the stars that had grown on the tree suddenly lit up, each one as bright as the moon, illuminating the surroundings and making it as bright as day in an instant.
Maggie felt a sudden white light before her eyes, and then it was dawn.
She looked up in a daze, almost blinded by the dazzling stars in the sky.
Fortunately, she wasn't stupid. She didn't keep staring at him. Realizing the problem lay with Perkin, she immediately turned to look at him.
Then... she saw the scene that made her vision go black.
For some reason, all of Perkin's serpentine features were on full display; glossy black scales were clearly visible on his arms, and sharp fangs protruded from the sides of his lips.
The entire tree was nourishing him, and something was rapidly flowing into his body, causing his body to grow at a visible speed.
The boy, who was originally only seventeen or eighteen years old, has become almost a young man in the blink of an eye.
His gloomy and cold-blooded features began to develop rapidly, and his appearance became more and more like Greysius's, which made Maggie's heart pound with fear.
Given his various abnormal states, Maggie had no doubt that if this guy wasn't controlled, he would revert to his serpent form later. Now she needed to think about how to gloss over this matter.
She couldn't possibly stop it now, and aside from the question of whether doing so would be somewhat underhanded, her strength alone wouldn't be enough to interrupt it.
Maggie could only watch Perkin's changes with trepidation, silently praying that he wouldn't do anything out of line.
Otherwise, even if she didn't die, she would have lost both her wife and her army.
Gradually, the stars in the sky became less bright, and the starlight weakened. Perkin's body also stopped growing and changing. The thing that relieved Maggie the most was that he did not revert to his serpent form.
Perkin opened his eyes, a look of confusion flashing across them. Suddenly remembering something, he turned around with a slightly anxious expression. The moment his gaze fell on Maggie, his expression visibly relaxed.
He opened his mouth, his expression gentle, and for some reason, he called her name for the first time. His sexy and magnetic voice made one's legs go weak, and it made one's ears feel numb and tingly.
“Maggie.…”
For a moment, Maggie's eyes widened in disbelief. His throat was healed?!
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