Malar was right. To the real Malar, such a Black Dragon could only be regarded as a reptile. If they were in the God's Kingdom or the Astral World, it would be easy for a True God, even if he only had the power of a Lesser God, to crush a Legendary Dragon.
Unfortunately, this was Airadia, and Malar was only here in a borrowed body. Therefore, the situation was completely reversed.
After Caesar grabbed Malar's body, he directly slammed him to the ground. The silly God shouted and jumped up, roaring, but he was once again flicked away by Caesar's hooked toe. The second time, the third time, and the fourth time.
The difference in size between the two was huge. Even though this primitive man was nearly three meters tall, he was still trampled on like a toy in front of the Black Dragon Lord. He was pressed to the ground and rubbed like a dead pig.
What a weak God.
Caesar thought that although this guy's vitality was strong, this guy was not a threat to him at all.
Even though the primitive man's power had also surpassed the Legendary Realm, his human body was not coordinated, and he had used too much Divine Power to tear apart the royal power. Therefore, Malar did not show the fighting ability that a Legendary Realm should have.
However, the reason why Gods were called Gods was that they could do things that ordinary creatures could not.
Caesar's continuous whipping was another way for the God of Hunting to humiliate him, so he became even crazier. In an uncontrollable roar, the God of Hunting, Malar, began to explode for the second time.
The primitive man let out a roar and jumped up from the ground. He used all of the remaining divine power in this body to create a huge barrier.
At the same time, he temporarily left Arnold's body, allowing the primitive leader to regain his consciousness and autonomous control. However, only half a second later, the primitive leader did something unexpected.
He gouged out his own heart.
At the same time, the other primitive men, who had been frightened by the confrontation between the God and the Giant Dragon, also did the same thing.
The fanatics performed a blood sacrifice.
Malar was going to come again in a more powerful way.
As the blood spurted out, a terrifying force surged in from an unknown place, carrying on the ritual of the blood sacrifice. Under normal circumstances, a blood sacrifice would not be so simple to complete, but Malar had taken the initiative to resonate with it, and even paid a certain price for it. He had to descend now.
Caesar's cracked vertical eye moved. It seemed that the gods of chaos were quite crazy when they went crazy, which was in line with his expectations.
Yes, until now, the development of the situation was the result of Caesar's intentional promotion.
He had the ability to kill Arnold directly, but he had not done so before. As a true god of chaos and evil, Malar was simply a standard research tool. It was difficult to find a more suitable research tool among the gods.
Caesar was constantly provoking Malar, trying to understand the situation of the mysterious gods through his reactions. After all, from his scientific point of view, the gods were actually a more powerful life form.
Although they were from different factions and had different strengths, their general abilities and techniques should be the same.
Through studying Malar, he could understand the characteristics of the gods and make preparations for the future.
Arnold's heart had been gouged out, but the primitive man did not die immediately. The bloody hole in his heart was filled by a mass of gas, black and rolling in it.
The primitive man bent down, his muscles expanding, his hair growing, and his teeth protruding out of his mouth turning into long and sharp fangs. His fingers and toes pierced through his skin, pale and exposed like sharp claws.
Divine power surged again, and Arnold, who had fallen to the level of a mortal, was once again forcefully pulled up to the level of a Legend. The surge of power did not slow down and continued to climb.
Malar was about to descend again.
Caesar tilted his head. It seemed that the research was forced to stop. Malar's power after the blood sacrifice was very strong, and it was difficult for him to play with him. The situation was on the verge of going out of control.
Then, the Black Dragon reacted. He took a deep breath, and fine red lines spread out from his chest. Then, he directly threw out a "Dustless Land" to destroy the divine power barrier.
Almost at the same time when the barrier was destroyed, Caesar passed through the location of the barrier and instantly arrived at Arnold's side.
He grabbed the strange life that was half-human and half-beast that was ready to attack. Then, he unleashed a mouthful of dragon's breath and burned the enemy into a charred corpse. Then, he immediately turned his head 360 degrees and killed all the other primitive people who were still struggling. Wherever the flames passed, they were burned into ashes.
The Black Dragon Lord's movements were smooth, and the whole process took no more than nine seconds. It was so fast that it subverted people's understanding. This was not a Legend Black Dragon, but a Legend Caesar.
Malar's roar was soon heard. This was the umpteenth time he had roared in this matter.
Even if the God of Hunting only came with a blood sacrifice, he could suppress the Black Dragon Lord and even kill it, let alone come with his true body.
But unfortunately, it was over.
The blood sacrifice was interrupted. The damned Black Dragon had destroyed everything at the crucial moment. Everything was coming to an end. His believers had all died, and there was no life form nearby that could bear his divine power.
But at this time, this chaotic and angry evil god calmed down. The previous high-pitched roar suddenly disappeared. If not for the fact that his divine power had not completely faded, Caesar would have thought that he had rolled out of Airadia.
The real reason was that at this time, Malar had set Caesar Tangerine as his prey.
Malar's priesthood was the God of the Hunt, and he was best at hunting. Only when he was hunting would he remain calm and enter an extreme state of calmness. This was also the most dangerous time for Malar, the Black Blood Beast. This was a point that everyone knew.
"Black Dragon."
Under the void, the divine power that Malar could not bear was gradually fading. The God of the Hunt said calmly, "Caesar Tangerine, you have become my prey. Wait patiently, I will come to you personally."
The Black Dragon, who had returned to his throne, heard this and turned his head again, staring at the black divine power visible to the naked eye at the top.
"I'll wait." He raised his head and responded. He had been stubborn for so long, and he did not back down at the last moment.
"I hope so."
Leaving such a sentence, the trace of the God of the Hunt disappeared completely.
The Black Dragon Lord maintained a fearless posture and waited for a long time. After confirming that there was no problem, this guy's face finally collapsed.
Malar's reputation was not great, but it was not small either. Caesar had learned about the deeds of this beast from books and knew that he had become the hunting target of the God of the Hunt.
Of course, this was not the most important thing. The key was that Malar said that he would come to him personally. This meant that the God of the Hunt had planned to leave his divine kingdom, cross the astral world, and come to Airadia personally. He would not stop until he killed the Black Dragon, who had humiliated and provoked a true god.
As a chaotic and evil god, in order to vent his anger, Malar was willing to do such a thankless thing.
It was a little troublesome.
No matter how strong the Black Dragon Lord was now, he would not be a match for a true god. But it was not particularly bad, and it was not a big problem.
After all, a cheap ancestor was still an ancestor.