Chapter 705 12: Dragon That Slays Gods
As the emerald glow gradually spread.
This long-fallen Ancient God once again felt the faith scattered across the land of Egypt. Though each part was dim, like fireflies in the night sky, it was not to be ignored.
"Land of Egypt, your deity has returned!"
The Minotaur God bellowed a full-throated moo towards the sky, as if venting all the frustration accumulated over countless years of struggle. The entire earth trembled.
He never expected that a mere human Caster could truly awaken his divinity and regain True Divine Status.
"I have reclaimed the True Divine Status, raised the throne, and the Divine Fire has ignited. You mortals, why do you not bow down quickly?"
His divine gaze was immensely imposing, making people spontaneously want to kneel and worship. Though he seemed to be just a Minotaur monster, at this moment, he exuded an extremely holy presence, like an ancient deity worshipped in temples.
No, he was indeed the Ancient God worshipped in temples!
All mortals could not stand upright under this divine might.
But at this moment.
The Minotaur God, who was newly vested with divine power and filled with vigor, was pierced through the chest by the Spear of Destiny, shot from behind, lined up with the previous wound that was healing but not yet fully healed.
At the wound, a layer of Dragon Flame burned like an intractable ulcer, causing him to subconsciously let out a heartrending wail.
This spear seemed to topple the high-standing Ancient God from his pedestal. The once terrifying divine might vanished in an instant, and mortals regained control of their bodies, retreating from the battlefield.
At this level of combat, they simply had no place to intervene.
"Blasphemers against the True God shall forever fall into the Netherworld!"
The Minotaur looked down at the massive wound on his chest, the anger in his eyes seemingly becoming tangible and about to ignite—true gods cherish their majesty most. To be struck in front of so many mortals, this affront must be washed away with blood.
The dark brown fur bristled through the flesh, and a massive hoof stomped onto the ground with a thud.
Dense golden radiance gathered at the wound, and despite the fierce strength of the Dragon Flame, it could not withstand the relentless influx of divine radiance, soon extinguished, allowing new flesh to grow and begin healing.
"Retreat to Semanude."
Losa silently gestured to the retreating cavalry, his expression grave. The power of the Divine Realm was not unfamiliar to him; he could discern what kind of being the opponent was—just an Ancient God, which was not uncommon on this land.
When he was weaker, he had killed such struggling Ancient Gods before.
Cherinita suddenly appeared and whispered, "Sir, it seems that Caster's body has been taken over by some unknown Evil God?"
The dispersed divine might began to re-consolidate.
Feeling the overwhelming pressure squeezing in from all sides, Losa seemed to see layers of ancient and dilapidated temples, where tides of golden radiance converged.
It was not an illusion.
But the extraordinary vision possessed by higher life forms.
He frowned and said, "Not an Evil God, a True God."
His mind quickly flashed through the traits of various deities within the Egyptian pantheon, speculating, "It should be Apis, the legendary God of Fertility. He revived using the Caster's corpse, which was soaked in magic power from the same source."
There are two Bull Gods in Egypt, one is Apis, who governs fertility, and the other is Hathor, the wife of Horus, who is the Love God. But the latter is a cow, so it's clearly not her.
As the golden radiance invisible to ordinary people poured in, the Minotaur God's body swelled at a visible speed—three meters, five meters, ten meters—until it became a majestic Giant God thirty meters tall. Each muscle seemed like marbled sculpture, reflecting dazzling divine radiance under the sunlight.
The wooden dragon, originally just a creation of the Caster, behind him also began to rapidly grow, wrapping around the Minotaur God, forming a solid armor.
Divine radiance also gathered in his hand, forming a massive scythe.
"But in the Eastern World, even if you are a True God, as long as I declare you an Evil God, you are an Evil God!"
Losa's body rapidly swelled, red and black scale armor emerged, and colossal wings burst from the flesh. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a gigantic dragon beyond ordinary imagination.
With a head wearing a crown of dragon horns, he gazed down at the Minotaur Giant God below. His presence fused the aura of a Dark Lord and a True Dragon into tangible substance, filling the Minotaur God's Divine Realm.
The Flame Divinity, under his continuous infusion of Dragon Descendant power, roared and burned, pushed to its extreme.
In the real world, he could not bind himself into a Mountain God, that would be cutting off his escape route.
But with his current strength, there was no need for such desperate measures.
The majestic dragon head raised high, looking towards a distant target in the sky, the golden vertical pupils like two burning suns.
You are watching, are you not?
Want to anticipate and gather intelligence on my background?
Then let's see how much weight this probing stone really holds.
The earth cracked under the scorching heat.
Scalding lava surged from the crevices.
The binding and restriction effects of the Divine Realm on Losa seemed forcefully nullified at this moment. The terrifying heat intensified the spirituality of the flames in the air, like a choir singing hymns, praising the True God.
"Holy is the King!"
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"Is this the Transformation Technique?"
Adil's face was full of shock, a living human transformed in front of him into a terrifying Demon Dragon beyond what even novels could portray, the impact was overwhelming.
Shemir shook his head, "Although a Caster specializing in the Transformation Technique can indeed transform into a Giant Dragon and may even possess abilities identical to a real Giant Dragon, this guy is clearly not one. He's a Dragon Descendant, a mortal with Giant Dragon bloodline."
According to the definition in this world, anyone with a Giant Dragon bloodline is called a Dragon Descendant.
He couldn't fathom, nor would he ever believe, that there's a Dragon Descendant capable of "seizing the creations of all dragons," a power unique to Yesterday's Giant Ship World.
"Only being able to purify a thin bloodline enough to become a Giant Dragon, it's the first time I've seen that."
His eyes burned with intensity, had he been a Caster specialized in "Dragonology," he would be unable to resist capturing Losa for dissection and study right now.
"Master, if this Minotaur God could truly be harnessed to serve us, it would be such a waste to just dispose of him."
Adil's expression shifted slightly, seeing Losa's power was so shocking, he was truly reluctant to see such a being as the Minotaur God go to waste.
Shemir shook his head, "It's no longer the age of gods."
The apotheosis power of the Cuneiform Clay Tablet is temporary.
The Minotaur God didn't know that, so he recalled the divine power contained in the scattered "Divine Artifacts," but once the effect of the apotheosis power waned, he would fall from divine status and be utterly crushed into oblivion by the changes of the era.
That's why Shemir said the Minotaur God was nearly dead.
Not just the Minotaur God.
All Old Gods of this era are nearly dead, hoping for a new era suitable for them to truly come alive—except the Minotaur God.
In short, to him, all Ancient Gods are just disposable consumables. Maintaining their divine state would cause immense depletion for himself; at the real showdown, he wouldn't choose this method to invite assistance.
"And don't forget, we haven't acted, and Losa has only sent two people as well."
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Sturdy roots seemed like
This Minotaur appears rugged, but his fighting style is typically that of a Mage, with no intention of engaging Losa's True Dragon Body in a beastly duel using the scepter in his hands.
The golden flame eyes were like suns suspended in the sky.
With a single flap of his wings, an endless torrent of fireballs rained down on the ground like a storm.
Those roots and leaves, rich in the God of Fertility's divinity, rapidly dried up under the intense heat; even a god must yield to the Evil Dragon's flame.