The excruciating pain of his body being torn apart did not cause Caesar's mind to become muddled. If he stopped thinking at this moment, even if it was just for a few seconds, it could bring about fatal danger to him.
Tiamat was the true ancestor of all evil dragons and a giant in the endless realms. However, Caesar already had a certain understanding of her. From his previous encounters with her and historical events, the Five-Headed Dragon Queen was a smart and powerful dragon god. She was not like the Platinum Dragon, who never used any strict dogma to regulate her followers. She was also unscrupulous and was one of the sources of evil and disaster in the endless realms.
Tiamat was a gambler, but she was different from those who would put their lives on the wheel. She was used to choosing the right time to act boldly. As long as she thought that there was a chance of success, even if the chance was less than ten percent, she would still act brazenly.
If her footsteps were blocked, she would make a second judgment without hesitation. She would either give up decisively and wait for the next opportunity, or she would continue to increase the stakes and kill all of them.
This was Caesar's definition of Tiamat.
Of course, the most important thing was that Tiamat would consider the risks when doing things and leave a way out for herself. She was not like a certain god that Caesar had met before. Before the fight, the god was arrogant and had an arrogant look as if victory was within his grasp, but after he lost, he was filled with fear and shouted, "This is impossible!" It was as if denying the result and avoiding the truth would not be of much use.
Sorry, but that was Malar, the black-blooded beast whose mind was filled with chaos.
There were many ways for gods to influence the main material world, but all of them required a high price. The simplest and most powerful way was to be like the God of the Hunt, who used a small part of his divinity to bear the weight of a large amount of divine power and the descent of an apostle.
However, Tiamat was not stupid. With the black-blooded beast as an example, she would not use such a method again. Even if the possibility of the Black Dragon being able to steal her divinity was very small, she would not allow such a possibility to appear.
At the same time, in order to be one step ahead of the others and avoid the Platinum Dragon God's gaze, Tiamat did not choose to descend with a blood sacrifice or forcefully raise the power of her believers. Instead, she used divine punishment from outer space and launched a long-range attack during the battle between the Black Dragon and the Blue Dragon.
God's Punishment was the most effective way for a god to display their power, and its consumption was undoubtedly exaggerated. After crossing the material barrier, less than ten percent of God's Power was left. This meant that Tiamat had to use more power and pay a huge price to attack Black Dragon.
But fortunately, this kind of consumption could be recovered.
Alex lowered her body slightly and stared at the Black Dragon's strange body. She also stared at the sunset on the other side of the sky. She knew that the Divine Punishment was not over yet. She was patiently waiting for Tiamat to show her power again. She was prepared to deal a fatal blow to the Black Dragon when he was heavily injured and end the show.
But out of Alex's expectations, the third attack did not come for a long time. The huge consumption and small results of the first two interdimensional divine punishments made Tiamat fall into a short period of contemplation. But in just a short moment, the Dragon Queen decided to continue increasing the stakes. She was determined to not leave any future trouble and kill the Black Dragon.
A power that was hanging in the air quickly gathered. The earth that was gradually being covered in darkness was covered in a sunset glow again. The Pentashade Dragon Queen planned to use an even more powerful divine punishment.
Observing the speed at which Tiamat gathered her power, Caesar judged that there was still some time. He began to do his best to start healing his existing injuries. At the same time, he saw Alex flapping her wings and squatting in a corner, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Using the ancestral Blue Dragon to threaten Tiamat?
No, as a synonym for evil power, Tiamat's attitude towards her people was like how she treated her weapons and tools. She would never pity her believers, even if they were the ancestral True Dragon believers. The Dragon Queen would never let these people get in her way.
Moreover, the Evil Dragon Mother and he were already irredeemable enemies. It was wishful thinking to make her stop. This method would not work at all.
Then, should he wait for Bahamut's rescue?
Although the Good Dragon King never went back on his word, who knew when the Platinum Dragon would arrive? Perhaps he would already be dead by then.
Caesar had never pinned his hopes on others.
The divine punishment on the other side of the firmament had yet to descend, but it had already locked onto Caesar. Heavier and heavier pressure fell on his spine. The surrounding fine sand and pebbles jumped up and down, and the brittle rocks were already covered in cracks.
In fact, after such a fierce battle, the ancestral Blue Dragon Alex had already been reduced to an arrow at the end of its flight. Although Caesar had the support of the fission furnace and was in a much better state than his opponent, he was no longer at his peak.
It had to be said that Tiamat's timing was impeccable.
There was no time to think. The divine punishment was about to arrive in a few seconds. Caesar's blood-red vertical eye glowed brightly as he used psionic energy to construct an energy field to surround himself.
This insignificant ability alone was far from enough to stop Tiamat. Caesar also knew that this psionic energy field was not prepared for the Evil Dragon Mother, but to isolate Alex's harassment so that he could focus on adjusting his body.
The next moment, inside his body that no one knew about, the Black Dragon turned off the fission furnace.
Few people knew that Caesar Tangerine, the King of the Black Wings, the powerful Black Dragon with a shiny steel jaw and full body armor, was actually a mobile nuclear reactor.
The fission furnace was the source of Caesar's power. Its appearance came from the energy core's evolution after devouring the divine fragment of the God of the Hunt. This crimson, glowing sphere in the Black Dragon's body had never been extinguished since its formation, even when the Black Dragon was in a deep sleep.
But this time, Caesar took the initiative to turn it off.
The Black Dragon, who loved to ponder about the fission furnace, had a considerable understanding of it. He even had a certain plan for its development. But in the end, these things were still in the theoretical stage. There was no preparation time or experimental basis.
If it were any other time, Caesar would never fiddle with his body like this. This was not a small trick. With the situation inside his body, once there was a problem with the fission furnace, the entire North would be affected and turned into a wasteland. It would be a small matter. The Black Dragon's body was likely to be blown to smithereens.
But now that a disaster was imminent, Caesar had no choice but to take the risk.
The Black Dragon's breathing became heavy. After inhaling a large amount of air, not all of it was expelled. Part of it was compressed into Caesar's airbag. This part of the gas was very little, but it was enough for three breaths.
Caesar's blood had never had such an exciting energy. The adaptive system constantly adjusted the load on his body. The matter in the fission furnace was rapidly energized. After maintaining a temporary free state, it began to rearrange itself. The pressure in the Black Dragon's body began to rise rapidly.
Finally, the energy that he had collected for a short period of time in the airbag was pressed into the organ. Under the control of Caesar's subjective will, the furnace was restarted.
The high-temperature and high-pressure airflow let out a terrible shriek and spurted out of Caesar's nostrils.