"How dare you!"
Azliers shouted back even louder, "Black Dragon, who do you think you're talking to? Are you talking to your pathetic and stupid spawn?"
Caesar did not say a word. He was too lazy to care about the bastard. He raised his head and looked at the ferocious beast in the distance.
The scenery at the northern border of Essien was very beautiful. The forest between the hills and the mountains blended with the mottled red of rust. It was like a colorful painting on an oil canvas. It depicted the vast foggy valleys of the province of Essien and the large number of basins and plains between the hills. But when Monet appeared here, everything was destroyed. Storms and raging flames were everywhere. When the shockwave passed, the temperature dropped to the point where it was enough to make mortals tremble.
Monnae growled. It killed every living thing that got close to it, including the monsters that were loyal to it. Every move of a monster of this level was destructive. Even Monnae himself could not guarantee that no one would be harmed when he launched an attack. It was just like how Caesar would always attack the Black Wing Army when he went all out.
"Huff!"
Monet suddenly blew out a huge breath from his nostrils. He turned his gaze towards the direction of the battle. Azliers instantly extinguished his power. Caesar also unconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.
Monet raised his mountain-like head, trying to see what the "enemy" was. But before his pupils could fully focus, the world suddenly turned pure white.
"Boom!!!"
In an instant, a huge beam of light as large as a mountain tore through the sky and descended from the sky. Dense lightning bolts danced in the sky. The beam of light suddenly hit Monet's arched back.
Divine punishment.
Those scales that were harder than the city walls let out a crisp sound. In Caesar's vision, all the scales on Monet's body opened up at the first moment when he was attacked. He let out a painful roar. His nine heads were dancing wildly. The intense pain was constantly being fed back to Monet's consciousness through his body. To him, such an injury was not fatal, but the pain was unbearable.
But compared to the intense pain, there was another thing that Monet cared about more. It also attracted the attention of Caesar who was watching from the sidelines.
In the midst of the raging storm and raging fire, the gigantic twisted monster was staring coldly at the figure in front of it.
A dazzling golden dragon with a slender body was looking at Monet. Its whole body was covered with silver-white scales. Even under the dim light, it still reflected a beautiful radiance. Its cat-like eyes were deep blue, glowing with a pale blue radiance like the midsummer sky.
This was the first time Caesar saw Bahamut the Dragon God appear in the natural form of an apostle. Obviously, when Monet stepped out of the half-plane, the Dragon God had already noticed him. As a good god, Bahamut would not allow Monet to kill more lives. He immediately appeared in front of the monster.........
Monet knew him and knew who he was.
The relationship between the dragons and Quel 'dorei could be traced back to seven thousand years ago. They had fought before, and the other party was the source of their suffering. Monet certainly would not forget.
"Bahamut."
Monet's eyes, which were originally filled with rage and the desire to destroy, suddenly became calm and serious.
"Monet, you have made me angry."
The Platinum Dragon God stared at Monet and showed a look of disgust. This kind of emotion was rarely seen in this kind of god. He said, "This is true blasphemy. Ignorant and fearless Quel 'dorei, you have not even seen the true face of Io, but you want to create the ancestor of all dragons. Do you know that our father is one of the most powerful creatures in the astral world, the father of all the dragon gods?
Monet, after seven thousand years, do you feel ashamed of Quel 'dorei?
Do you have any regrets? "
"No."
Monet's rumbling voice reverberated between heaven and earth. He opened his mouth and said, "I was shackled and imprisoned in a dark alternate space for seven thousand years. Seven thousand years, no one cared about me.
When I tried my best and finally escaped, why did you still pester me?
Quel 'dorei has paid the price and disappeared completely. Why do I still have to bear their mistakes? "
Bahamut was silent for a moment. He did not expect that Monet, a weapon created by him, would say such words. This meant that it had not gone mad, but had continued to improve and evolve in the seven thousand years of captivity. Now, it had completely possessed the thought pattern and emotional characteristics of a normal life.
This was no longer a weapon or a tool.
The Dragon God paused for a moment, then said: "Monet, your birth was a mistake. Your existence is a blasphemy to the Dragon Ancestor. As the ruler of the dragons, I must give you the most severe punishment for your insolent behavior."
"Mistake, blasphemy."
Monet sneered. "Since the day of my birth, the rules of the material world have denied my existence. The people see me as a disaster, and the dragons see me as an insult. Even my creator, Quel 'dorei, later admitted that I was a failed product.
But I did not have a choice, did I?
When Quel 'dorei existed, I was forced to serve them. Even now that they have disappeared for many years, the dragons will not stop chasing me.
You will not let me go, will you?
In your eyes, my birth is a mistake. Disappearing with Quel 'dorei is the right way to go. But I want to live. What's wrong with me?
You asked me if I have any regrets. Now I ask you: Noble God, what's wrong with me? "
"Every life has the right to live. This is true," the Dragon God said. "But you have deprived other lives of their right to live."
"The cycle of life and death is endless. This is the operating rule of the main material world.
I was born in the main material world, and now I have been recognized by the material rules. Everything I do is limited to the material plane. I also accept the sanctions and crusades from material creatures.
But gods should not interfere with the operation of the material plane, "Monet stared into the Dragon God's eyes and said.
"Ridiculous theory, a dying struggle."
The Chaotic Divine Power of the Five Colors appeared, and the Five Great Magical Powers transformed into the head of a giant dragon. The Mother of Evil Dragons, Tiamat, appeared on the other side. Although she was much smaller than Monet, her aura was much more arrogant and noble. She raised her head and looked at the distorted behemoth that was arguing with Bahamut. Her eyes were filled with hatred. "Just looking at you makes me feel nauseous. Despicable scum, your soul should go to hell with your creator, if you have one."
"Sure enough … you can't understand at all."
Monet sneered. His emotions were a kind of disheartened determination. After shaking his head, he suddenly roared. "In the main material world, what do you think you can do to me?
I will first tear apart your ridiculous illusions, and then slaughter all the dragons in the whole world. Watch carefully!
Watch your destruction carefully! "
As his voice fell, he launched an attack on the Dragon God and Dragon Queen.