Under Garon's deliberate control, his colossal body landed in the very heart of the Forest of the Elves.
This unparalleled strike directly caused the ground to sink, creating catastrophic destruction. Even the Mistlock domain couldn't withstand such a heavy blow, being completely destroyed. Countless elven soldiers also perished under this attack.
Had it not been for the monster army of the dragon race being held back at the forest's edge, they too would have suffered significant losses from the aftershocks of this strike.
Even so, the roaring shockwaves could be felt even hundreds of kilometers away at the forest's edge.
The ground trembled violently, rendering both sides unstable, nearly unable to stand.
As for the center of the Forest of the Elves, where Garon made direct contact.
When the dust settled, shards of earth dozens of meters high were densely scattered across the ground, revealing a vast landscape of destruction.
Countless ancient trees lay in ruins, the ground was shattered.
And there, at the center of this catastrophic scene, was the terrifying giant dragon.
A giant crater formed around Garon, the immense impact generating unimaginable heat, causing most of the soil and rocks within the crater to turn into a glass-like crystalline texture. Clusters of flames devoured the remains of trees, sending thick smoke billowing into the air.
Within the flames and billowing black smoke, the silhouette of the silver dragon flickered in and out of view.
Whoosh!
The dragon flapped its wings once.
A fierce gale arose, scattering in all directions.
The dragon, rising from the ravaged earth, appeared before the world like a dragon king ascending from the furnace of hell.
In this battlefield, almost all beings now focused their gaze on the kilometer-tall terrifying giant dragon, deeply mesmerized or chilled by the power it wielded.
Meanwhile.
With the complete destruction of the Mistlock domain.
Many high elves, who had linked their lives to it and maintained its operation, including legendary high elves, were severely wounded in that moment. Even those who managed to sever their connection to the Mistlock at the last second still suffered greatly, losing much of their vitality, with many dying outright.
Among the Forest of the Elves, the high elves were generally much stronger than ordinary elves.
They were the main fighting force here. Taking advantage of the severe injuries suffered by many high elves, the enraged dragons roared into action, tearing apart high elves who opposed them.
On the legendary battlefield.
Ulysses, originally suppressed by three beings beyond level thirty, seized the opportunity as two high elves stiffened upon the Mistlock's destruction, swiftly killing them with the speed of lightning.
At a critical moment, Ulysses didn't waste time on tormenting enemies.
Despite being attacked by the remaining legendary elf, it spewed a mist-like electrified steam, enveloping a high elf completely. The electric current and high-temperature steam penetrated their body. Then, rushing forward, Ulysses suddenly clamped its dragon claws together, seizing another high elf.
Soon, both high elves perished under Ulysses's maw.
After consuming the flesh and blood of high elves, its aura visibly strengthened, its power rising further.
A similar scene unfolded across the battlefield.
Due to the overwhelming display by the dragon race's leader, the elves, feeling despair, largely lost their will to fight. Even some legendary elves abandoned their fighting kin, showing fear of death as they fled away from the Forest of the Elves.
Swoosh!
An arcane comet with a blue tail shot forth, piercing the chest of a fleeing elf.
With the resistance of the Mistlock domain gone, the World Rune began to display its power, one that even demigods feared.
The storm's electrical arcs, gathering for a long time, increased in power. Countless arcs descended from the sky, turning innumerable elves to ashes, with even legendary elves unable to escape targeting.
Aelie, resembling both a fox and a kitten, danced across the battlefield.
Seemingly harmless, but with a bite, it could shatter the defenses of legendary beings, draining their magic in an instant.
The dragon race's counterattack war had just begun.
And was about to end.
A demigod dragon, especially one with the power of god-like transformation as a Time Dragon, if not restrained by a demigod deity or similar divine power, along with the dragon army following him, no force in the current prime material world could withstand them.
The scales of victory had completely tipped in favor of the dragon race.
Garon spread his wings, soaring up, eventually hovering among the flowing clouds, calmly surveying the ravaged land below.
Fire and smoke were everywhere.
Destructive elemental glows, dragon breaths, and the flash of blades surged continuously.
"The overall situation is settled."
Garon refrained from taking further action.
The true dragons, oppressed by the elven army for years, needed to vent their rage.
At this point, with the elves facing a dire situation and having lost the will to fight, their complete defeat was only a matter of time. After securing victory, Garon handed the sword of vengeance to the true dragons of the dragon race, allowing them to wield it themselves.
Time gradually passed.
In the roaring sounds reminiscent of thunder, the giant trees still standing at the outskirts of the Forest of the Elves were consecutively turned to ashes under the fury of the dragon race, along with many elves and their allied creatures.
Soon.
Only less than one-tenth of the elves within the forest remained.
The elven army, once outnumbering the dragon race, had been decimated, with the surviving elves displaying different behaviors amidst the flames and looming death.
Some elves fled in panic, hoping to live a moment longer.
Some elves chose to fight to the death, bathing in blood as they battled the dragons.
Some elves trembled, murmuring to themselves, unintelligible words escaping their lips.
Some elves stood still as if soulless, their gazes vacant, allowing themselves to be slaughtered.
Bodies that died to flames, frost, dragon breaths, claws, swords, spells, and more littered the ground, with fires raging and black smoke billowing, the smell of charred corpses permeating the air.
This was the prime material world, yet the scene was akin to hell.
Garon had never participated in such a vast war before.
Seeing the elves' tragic state and the fallen dragon corpses, as well as the numerous remains of kin, Garon felt no sympathy or pity for the enemies. He recognized the cruelty of war, but he would not show mercy to enemies, lest it lead to countless deaths among his kin.
Mercy towards enemies is cruelty towards one's own.
Seeing the dragon race's overwhelming momentum and the elves' lack of resistance, Garon slowly exhaled, preparing to end his god-like transformation.
However, at that moment.
Two beams of light, purely condensed from transcendent divine power, pierced through the planar barrier, descending from the sky, landing on the shattered ground.
The brilliant divine light spread out, causing many dragons and elves to pause and instinctively look towards it.
Then, as many eyes watched, the columns of light shrank and dissipated, revealing two slender, flawless female elves.
They were enveloped in dazzling divine light, causing creatures below legendary status to feel pain in their eyes as if scorched by fire, instinctively turning away, unable to gaze directly at their faces.
Two gods.
Although demi-gods, the presence of these deities in their true forms, with their profound sense of divine perfection and intense divine power, was incomparable to any sanctified deity.
In that moment.
Many dragons displayed a look of wariness, but upon seeing the silver dragon hovering in the sky, that wariness quickly dissipated, replaced by hostile gazes towards the elven demigods.
The elves, upon witnessing the arrival of their deities, had faces that shifted from despair to a glimmer of hope.
"The Twin Flower Envoys of the Goddess of Life!"
"Great Envoys, please deliver us from suffering, away from the threat of death."
"Evil dragons have slain our kin, please, Envoys, execute these dragons and avenge the fallen elves."
One by one, elves offered their prayers.
The Envoys belonged to the Goddess of Life.
Garon understood the Elvish language.
Through the elves' prayers, he came to know the identities of the newcomers.
Envoys, unlike regular gods, vary in strength, with demigods being the pinnacle. Such demigod Envoys lack their own divine realms and typically follow other deities, residing in the corresponding divine realms like tributaries to a river.
Following a powerful deity like the Goddess of Life offers many benefits.
Followers of the Goddess of Life also provide a certain amount of faith to the Envoys. The more outstanding their performance, the more streams of faith they receive, and they may even become demigods revered by billions of beings.
This shows that the faith of the elven race is many times stronger than that of the dragon race.
The level of transcendent divine power held by a demigod is known as minor divine power. One step further is the lesser divine power possessed by the dragon gods.
The dragon gods, only one level higher than the elven Envoys in terms of divine power, show that the faith in the dragon race is quite weak. If not for the dragon race's uniqueness, with strength forever increasing with age, they could not become the dominant creatures of the multiverse without faith.
Should a demigod truly appear in the prime material world, the dragon gods naturally would take steps to oppose and restrain it.
The dragon gods, always vigilant of the movements of the elven deities, directed part of their attention towards Kara.
Simultaneously.
A wave of divine power approached Garon.
Garon's gaze shifted slightly, time power naturally gathering to fend off this transcendent divine force. However, upon recognizing its familiar essence, Garon extended his dragon claw, touching this strand of transcendent divine power.
"Garon, I've sensed the arrival of two demigod true forms."
"If you cannot overpower them, I will divert the necessary forces to descend upon Kara and lend you a hand."
The familiar voice of the Metal Dragon God resonated within Garon's mind.
Previously, when the dragon gods wished to communicate with Garon, their voices would directly echo in his mind without any signs, and Garon had no choice but to passively accept.
But now.
The Time Dragon's wings have grown fuller, and his confidence has bolstered.
If he so chose, not even the dragon gods could directly converse with him.
Faced with the concern of the Metal Dragon God, Garon gently shook his head, calmly stating, "I appreciate your kindness, but mere demigods, even in their true forms, are not my adversaries."
"No need to waste our forces on this."
After a pause, the silver dragon bared its fangs, its voice deep, "If they dare to descend in their true forms before me, I hope they are prepared to fall here."
"Ha, worthy of being our Time Dragon, I see the fearless confidence of a true dragon in you."
"Go forth, slay them, let the gods fear you, dread you, revere you!"
The Metal Dragon God's laughter echoed, growing fainter until it disappeared.
Garon turned his head, his expression unchanged.
His gaze pierced through the divine light, observing the two elven demigods, seeing through their appearances.
These two, known as the Twin Flower Envoys, followers of the Goddess of Life, seemed as if carved from the same mold, their delicate features and even the fine fuzz on their faces perfectly identical.
They wore light green dresses, their exposed skin pale and captivating, their beauty seemingly sculpted by nature itself, exuding an untouchable aura of sanctity.
Among their long hair, blossoming flowers were adorned.
Surrounding their bodies, vibrant flowers formed from transcendent divine power continually fell, creating a dreamlike ambiance.
Even as enemies.
Garon had to admit, the elves' appearance was indeed exceptionally beautiful.
Especially these two demigod female elves, impeccable even by dragon standards.
Deities are among the most perfect beings in the multiverse, and with the foundation of being elves, they could be described as devastatingly beautiful.
However, facing these two exquisite elven goddesses, Garon's mindset remained unchanged.
An enemy is an enemy.
Even the most beautiful enemy remains an adversary, one that must be eliminated.
Dragons possess eyes that can discern beauty but also do not lack the heart to destroy and annihilate beauty.
Meanwhile.
Ash and Elsa, the newly arrived demigods, surveyed their surroundings. Seeing the forest consumed by fire, the shattered earth, and countless elven corpses, their bodies trembled slightly, anger filling their faces.
The Goddess of Life is a deity of chaotic good.
As Her Envoys, these two also embodied chaotic good attributes.
Witnessing the tragic deaths and breakdowns of countless followers, they looked up at the demigod dragon in the sky, their voices merging in a fiery challenge.
"Even in times of war, we, the elven deities, have never personally slaughtered the dragon race."
"As a demigod, you lack the dignity and honor of a deity, slaughtering our weak kin with your demigod body!"
"Are all dragons as cruel and heartless as you, a beast of evil?"
"You are unworthy of your power as a demigod!"
The righteous condemnation from the mouths of the two demigods turned Garon's expression cold.
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