"I know you won't admit it."
Bahamut lifted a hand and drew a verdant green scale from a swirling black hole, casually tossing it onto the forehead of the purple-haired woman.
Instantly, Rosalia let out a piercing scream akin to a pig being slaughtered.
"Rosalia!"
Lucas yelled out in alarm, while his wife at his side couldn't help wanting to rush forward and attack, curious to see what level of strength the legendary mythological dragon possessed. If her all-consuming aura was just a special field, then there might be a chance for her to win. After all, this Golden City was their home turf!
As a sixth-order Transcendent being, even if you are powerful, you shouldn't be able to enter the domain of the gods, right?
However, Bahamut merely lifted her hand casually, and with an expansion of her domain, she pinned both the woman and Lucas in place.
"Lucas, where is the strength that befits the Lord of the Country?!"
"I don't know! It's all gone!"
