In the timeless eternity.
The silver galaxy-like Star Realm operated in a unique way. Garon had stayed for a while in the Black Crystal Palace. As expected, the war between the Dragon Clan Floating Island and the Elf Clan Rosen Floating Island had begun.
However, when Garon stepped out of the dragon nest, his body exposed to the silver vacuum.
He was slightly startled by the scene before him.
In Garon's view, aside from the ready Dragon Clan army, there were also these peculiarly shaped star realm ships, resembling living organisms.
These star realm ships were pitch black, with slick tentacles drifting from their edges, and their hulls shimmered with vein-like ducts.
They were surrounded by psychic powers, forming translucent protective shields.
The beings piloting these ships were slender, averaging around one hundred ninety centimeters tall.
From the arrangement of the magic ships and the familiar communications between these humanoid creatures and some red dragons, it was clear they were on the same side as the dragons, evidently here to aid in the battle.
These people had deep yellow skin and appeared lean, their bodies adorned with numerous intricate small ornaments.
However, Garon could see the steel-like robust muscles beneath their skin, and the various scars that marked their prowess in battle.
"Star realm pirates, the Githyanki."
This was a race notorious not just in the Star Realm but also in many prime material worlds.
Their empire was purely militaristic and thrived on plundering, based in the Star Realm but often raiding the prime material worlds.
What was extreme about these star realm pirates was that they did not completely annihilate their targets.
They would only steal the resources and then wait for their victims to recover before raiding them again, understanding the principles of sustainable development well.
Dealing with the Githyanki meant that unless you were stronger than them, if you were targeted and lacked the ability to leave the prime material world, you would have to face them repeatedly.
This race looked down on all other races.
Except for the dragons.
This was related to the Immortal Dragon Queen.
Garon knew a piece of Githyanki history.
Long ago, they were known as the Gith along with the Githzerai in the Chaotic Seas. Due to ideological differences, they split into two races. The emperor Gith, who named their race, had ventured to the Nine Hells of Avernus during the internal conflicts of their kind, making an unknown deal with the Mother of Evil Dragons.
Since then, Emperor Gith had stayed in the Dragon Mother's divine realm.
It was also rumored that he appointed his aide, a female Githyanki named Vlaakith, as the empress, forming a deep collaboration with the Immortal Dragon Queen.
Garon had good reason to suspect.
That Vlaakith was actually a puppet of the Immortal Dragon Queen.
The vast wealth that dazzled in the Five-Color Divine Realms, much of it was likely contributed by these star realm pirates.
Apart from Garon, many beings who knew this history shared such suspicions.
But the Dragon Queen denied it. Who could openly claim these Githyanki were her nurtured bandits?
"Their star realm ships inherit the technology of an ancient empire, the Illithid Empire, no worse than the Elf Clan's magic ships. They're a good asset."
The star realm dragon couple approached Garon, speaking.
Garon nodded, then curiously asked, "Is the Githyanki's coming-of-age ceremony still the hunting of mind flayers?"
In ancient times, the Githyanki were slaves to the Illithid Empire, awakening psychic powers amid endless enslavement, developing strong resistance to the mind flayers' psychic control.
They endured while gathering information on the Illithid Empire, looking for the right moment.
Finally, taking advantage of the Illithid Empire's battle with a powerful magic empire in the prime material world.
The Githyanki slaves, led by Emperor Gith, simultaneously revolted, destroying many of the Illithid Empire's main brains, indirectly leading to the fall of this bizarre empire.
Because of their hatred for the mind flayers, the Githyanki's rite of passage became the hunting of a mind flayer.
Now, with the number of mind flayers extremely rare in various worlds and planes, largely due to the Githyanki's efforts, these guys would rush over excitedly at any news of mind flayers.
"Ha ha, where are there so many mind flayers for them to kill now?"
"Their race has long declined."
"Their rite of passage has become hunting psychic creatures, and those lucky enough to hunt a mind flayer receive the title of warrior and numerous rewards."
The Githyanki's psychic resistance countered the mind flayers.
Facing their relentless hunting, the
crumbling Illithid Empire struggled to thrive again.
Besides the Githyanki, mind flayers, whose food consists of the brains of intelligent beings, are also despised by countless other races, so their demise was inevitable.
At this point, the two star realm dragons sought Garon's opinion before stepping forward.
Facing many true dragons, the Githyanki, and the star realm apostles rushing to their aid, the two star realm dragons spoke in unison.
"Gentlemen, our war with the Rosen Archipelago has lasted for years, but we have never prevailed."
"But this time is different."
"The most brilliant new star of the Dragon Court from the prime material world has come to our islands and will lend us his strength."
The massive true dragons, winged star realm apostles, and ferocious-looking Githyanki of the three races all turned their curious and respectful gazes towards Garon, the dignified silver dragon who had already captured much of their attention.
"I will lead you all to a triumphant return."
The silver dragon opened its dragon maw and spoke calmly, yet its calm words underscored its confidence in victory.
In the silver galaxy, the deep roars of true dragons simultaneously resounded.
The Githyanki also raised their weapons, a type of silver scimitar, and let out bizarre shouts, inexplicably excited.
Meanwhile, the beautiful and grand star realm apostles looked at each other, maintaining their elegant and aloof demeanor, remaining silent.
It's worth mentioning.
The star realm apostles and the Githyanki do not get along, but now, as allies of the dragon race, they have become allies on the same front.
Next.
Led by the dragon race, along with the star realm apostles and the Githyanki's army, they moved toward the Rosen Archipelago.
The Githyanki piloted their psychic warships, while the true dragons and star realm apostles flapped their wings, directly flying through the silver vacuum with rapid movements, like streaks of light across the Star Realm, resembling a grand meteor shower streaking across the starry sky.
The Star Realm is vast.
Thanks to its special environment and the method of thought-based movement, this army's speed could only be described as swift, but it still took a considerable amount of time to reach their destination.
Garon looked ahead.
In the boundless silver starry sky, several floating islands were faintly visible.
Within the Star Realm, floating islands are the primary residences.
The Star Realm itself lacks terrestrial, steel, and material resources, but powerful beings can open portals to the prime material world or other planes to bring materials from other worlds and create suitable floating islands for living.
Apart from these, there are some special islands native to the Star Realm.
Islands formed from the corpses of deities.
Generally, no beings choose to live on such islands.
Even approaching the remains of a deity could attract unimaginable curses, leading to misfortune, so most beings steer clear of these islands. However, there are always some audacious folks who deliberately reside on the corpses of deities.
The floating islands of the Elf Clan and the Dragon Clan have distinctly different styles.
On each of their islands, dense forests grow with towering ancient trees rising from the ground, and rivers flow from the edges of the islands, adding a touch of vitality to this otherwise silent and silver backdrop of the Star Realm.
The environment of the Star Realm is not conducive to plant growth.
Transparent mystic barriers envelop the floating islands, creating an environment similar to that of the prime material world inside.
Outside the islands, fleets of star realm ships made from magical wood are already arrayed in formation, ready for battle.
The mystic barriers extend and envelop the star realm ships as well.
The star realm ships of the Elf Clan are made entirely of wood, their surfaces carved with countless intricate patterns, generally larger than the Githyanki's psychic warships.
The Elf Clan's magic fleet is quite renowned in the Star Realm.
They cultivate special magic ancient trees themselves and use the materials to mass-produce warships of high quality and in significant numbers.
The Dragon Clan's army made no attempt to hide their approach in such an unobstructed place as the Star Realm, making it difficult to launch a surprise attack, so the Elf floating islands were already prepared to face the Dragon Clan.
Between the ancient tree warships and the floating Elf powerhouses.
Two beings entirely enveloped in divine light, emitting waves of extraordinary divine power, were particularly conspicuous, like two glaring lightbulbs in the dark.
The stronger of the two, a demigod with a creature level of fifty-three, wore an outfit made from vines, a handsome male elf holding a sharp spear.
The other, slightly less powerful, with a creature level of forty-eight, was a female elf demigod.
She was dressed in garments inscribed with many musical notes, cradling a translucent white high elf har
p, her pale, slender fingers resting on the strings.
As the dragons roared, the oppressive army advanced.
The Githyanki's psychic warships held their ground, maintaining their distance, using psychic power to form light cannons, giant blades, and a rain of arrows in various physical attacks, along with powerful psychic assaults, pouring down on the Elf camp.
The star realm apostles, wielding dazzling silver swords, flapped their wings, joining the psychic warships' sky-filling attacks in a rush towards the Elf islands.
As for the main combatants, the true dragons, they had already roared and flapped their wings to create powerful gusts of wind, charging forward relentlessly.
Before they could come into close contact.
The Elf's ancient tree fleet opened fire simultaneously, and countless energy shots burst like fireworks in the silver starry sky, dangerous, lethal, and magnificently beautiful.
Boom!
A magic heavy cannon's attack struck a true dragon.
The immense impact and explosive damage caused the dragon's body to tremble, flung backward, its dragon scales tattered and bleeding.
The Dragon Clan's army was not to be outdone.
Different dragon species deeply inhaled, their abdominal cavities rising, then spewing out dragon breath across the distance.
In the Star Realm, dragon breath, spells, psychic powers, and other attacks all received a boost in range and power, streams of dragon breath like rivers of different colors, along with the psychic warships' psychic weapons, charged directly at the Elf army.
Boom, boom, boom!
The dragon breath and warship attacks struck the mystic barriers guarding the islands, splashing up ripples like water waves, causing the barriers to tremble violently, but they stubbornly remained intact.
Whether it's a realm of mortals or a domain of deities.
Relying on their own realm's defenses, the defenders always have an advantage over the attackers.
As it stood.
The Elf side's attacks could pass through the mystic barriers and strike the Dragon Clan's army, but the Dragon Clan's attacks were blocked by the barriers, needing to first breach this layer to truly damage the Elves.
Moreover, the powerful Elves, including the two demigods, also acted to resist the sky-filling artillery, reducing the pressure on the mystic barriers.
At this point.
It was time for Garon and the two star realm dragons.
Garon looked at the massive mystic barrier, took a deep breath.
Infinite waters of the River of Time swirled around his body, gathering.
The next moment, in the Star Realm, a terrifying beast stretching three thousand meters tall reared up, its ferocious aura causing even the surrounding allies to pale.
The Githyanki on the psychic warships stared at the towering giant dragon, their eyes wide.
Their largest psychic warship was only about eight hundred meters long and weighed a million tons.
Now, this terrifying beast, akin to a small planet, probably weighed in the billions of tons.
The silver dragon's body, carrying the force of a world-shattering calamity, passed closely by some psychic warships, merely the impact of its movement causing the ships to tremble like boats in the ocean.
If Garon hadn't deliberately controlled it, these psychic warships would have been directly blown away.
Quickly, the silver giant dragon overtook the position of the star realm apostles.
One after another, the star realm apostles looked at the deified Garon with shock in their eyes, and after regaining their senses, they joined the morale-boosted Dragon Clan army, following the shadow of the massive dragon wings, mightily advancing towards the Elf islands.
"This Dragon Court master seems even more ferocious since leaving the prime material world for the Star Realm."
The two elf demigods' eyelids twitched.
Garon extended his dragon claw, with the power of time swirling around it, forming a rupture in the temporal flow, while controlling his body with his mind.
Facing the rain of attacks from the Elf warships and legendary elves, the silver giant dragon aggressively approached the Elf islands.
The two demigods also launched attacks towards Garon.
Rachel, with the divine power of vines and an independent divine realm, raised her arms.
In the glow of transcendent divine power, endless vines grew, quickly intertwining into a vine divine spear thousands of meters long, spiraling as it shot towards Garon's heart.
On the other hand, the harp-holding elf divine envoy plucked the strings.
Transcendent divine power transformed into a deafening tidal wave of divine sound, sweeping towards Garon like a towering tsunami.
But the two star realm dragons were not idle.
They moved to either side, instantly transforming into dark flashes of light, teleporting to take the brunt of the two demigods' attacks for Garon.
The vine divine spear collided with the male star realm dragon's body, like a river meeting a boulder. The vines, more solid than steel due to
divine power, shattered, countless fragments scattering.
Simultaneously, the male star realm dragon's scales exploded, blood splattering.
The female star realm dragon spread her wings, her body bursting with a silver ring of shockwaves, intercepting the divine sound tidal wave.
At that moment.
Something peculiar occurred.
Both star realm dragons' bodies simultaneously shimmered with dazzling silver brilliance.
Streams of silver light, like star realm energy, entered their bodies, quickly healing all injuries the male star realm dragon had suffered, and replenishing the energy the female star realm dragon had released.
And this was the special ability of star realm dragons.
As long as they couldn't be killed instantly, they could continuously heal and replenish magic by drawing on the psychic energy of the Star Realm, literally exhausting their enemies to death.
This was also why they could suppress the two elf demigods.
In the Star Realm, fully-fledged star realm dragons are definitely the dominant beings, and ordinary demigods usually take detours when encountering them.
Compared to their abnormal recovery abilities, star realm dragons' offensive capabilities aren't outstanding, unable to quickly break through a mystic barrier protected by demigods. Thus, this task was left to Garon.
The two star realm dragons protected Garon, intercepting all attacks from the elf demigods.
Quickly.
The billions-ton silver giant dragon, with terrifying oppressive force, approached the mystic barrier closely.
Inside the mystic barrier, fleets of ancient tree warships, like children's toys, poured a drizzle of cannon fire at Garon, while the elves looked on in terror at the ferocious silver giant dragon.
Long-range dragon breath might be intercepted and weakened by the elf demigods.
But close-range bodily crush was not so easily stopped.
Garon let out a low roar from his mouth, simultaneously rearing up in the silver vacuum, his Claw of Temporal Rupture striking downward fiercely towards the mystic barrier.
The two elf demigods' expressions changed drastically.
Layers of vines instantly grew, covering the outer layer of the mystic barrier, and physical musical notes, like brands, were added on top of the vine barricade, reinforcing the defense.
Boom!
The mountainous silver dragon claw fell, leaving five silver trails of tears in the vacuum.
Layer upon layer of vines snapped under its impact, countless divine musical notes turning to dust.
The right claw tore through two layers of defense, losing most of its force.
But before the two elf demigods could catch their breath, the dragon's overwhelming left claw roared down.
Under the gaze of countless elves, the solid mystic barrier heavily indented downwards, reaching its limit before the dragon claw continued to press down relentlessly.
Then.
Boom!
The mystic barrier burst, a huge gap opening.
The silver giant dragon's gaze was indifferent, its abyssal maw also opening wide, boiling with the power of time.
Although seemingly empty, the elves in front of Garon felt a lethal threat, their bodies involuntarily trembling.
An intangible, substance-less Breath of Time Plunder surged forth.
Like an invisible ocean overturned, under Garon's control, the fan-shaped Breath of Time Plunder engulfed countless ancient tree warships and elves.
Then, something terrible happened.
The wooden structure of the warships visibly withered and decayed, losing their luster.
One by one, the elves were horrified, their immortal bodies seeming to experience endless eons in an instant. Hair, flesh, bones—everything turned to dust in a breath, scattering into the silver vacuum of the Star Realm.
Garon's Breath of Time Plunder reactivated the stagnant flow of time in the Star Realm.
The elves engulfed by his dragon breath simultaneously suffered the aging damage of the Breath of Time Plunder and the passage of years they would have experienced in the flow of time, as if they had left the shelter of the Star Realm.
Then an interesting scene unfolded.
The older and more powerful the elf, the faster they died.
The weaker elves lived about a second longer.
"You!"
Watching many of their kin die, the two elf demigods displayed furious expressions.
The Vine God erupted, the spear-wielding deity radiating sharp light, her body enveloped in transcendent divine power as she soared out, the spear thrusting towards Garon's eye like a dragon.
This strike could cause continents in the prime material world to sink.
The other divine envoy rapidly played the harp, musical notes transforming into high-frequency vibrating blades of divine power, following closely behind.
At such a distance, the two star realm dragons could not defend Garon from the attack.
But facing the full force of two demigods alone at close range, the majestic silver giant dragon merely grinned, his platinum dragon eyes intensifying.
The Domain of Time Stop suddenly activated.
Both elf demigods, along with a sea of dense artillery fire and legendary elf attacks, all froze in that moment, as if the mute button on a silent screen had been pressed.
Buzz
, buzz, buzz!
On the elf demigods, flashes of transcendent divine power flickered on and off.
But unlike previous situations where expending a large amount of transcendent divine power could break free from the time stop state, this did not occur now.
The Star Realm's eternally stagnant time, the immobile river of time, reacted strangely with the Domain of Time Stop, significantly enhancing its effect and preventing the demigod elves from escaping in a short period.
Before coming to the Star Realm.
Garon had thought that the gap in strength between himself and the enemy demigods was indirectly narrowed, unable to easily defeat demigod beings as before, but once he truly arrived in the Star Realm, he found that wasn't the case.
Nothing else.
The Star Realm seemed to have some incomprehensible connection with the river of time.
In the Star Realm, several of his time-related abilities were massively amplified.
Without the plane's suppression and with doubled time powers, Garon's performance in battles against demigods in the Star Realm was even slightly stronger than in the prime material world.
The Domain of Time Stop couldn't hold the demigods for long, just a few seconds.
However, for Garon, those few seconds were already sufficient.
For any demigod being, those few seconds were enough to inflict devastating damage on an enemy.
Twelfth-tier spell, God's Vulnerability.
This prepared spell made Garon's eyes shine brightly, discerning the weakest points in the two demigods' divine power defenses.
Temporal Detonation, Time Division.
Two directly damaging time-related abilities were simultaneously activated, directly targeting the weak points of the divine shields on the two elf demigods.
Boom!
Temporal Detonation shattered the divine shields.
Just as the two demigods broke free from the time stop effect.
Hiss, hiss, hiss. Time Division dismembered the two demigods into bloody remnants.
Transcendent divine power burst forth, attempting to regenerate their divine bodies.
But how could Garon simply watch his enemies regenerate?
The silver giant dragon extended its right claw, reaching through the gap in the mystic barrier, repelling countless elf attacks, and tightly grasping the two demigods in its palm.
The Claw of Temporal Rupture continuously emitted power, erasing the transcendent divine power.
Meanwhile, the other dragon claw repeatedly tore at the mystic barrier, ceaselessly enlarging the gap.
One by one, true dragons roared as they entered the Elf island through the gap, star realm apostles flapping their wings, streaking in like rays of light, and the Githyanki's psychic cannon fire also bombarded.
By now, Garon had left the battlefield, focusing on erasing the two demigods' transcendent divine power.
Already in his grasp, the demigods were unable to escape.
However, the life force of a demigod is indeed incredibly tenacious, their transcendent divine power far stronger than in the prime material world, so it took some time to completely erase it.
The mountain-like giant dragon slowly and forcefully rubbed its claws together.
Divine light, visible to the naked eye through the gaps at the edges of the grinding dragon claws, grew dimmer.
Following Garon, the two star realm dragons attacked the mystic barrier, and soon, sustained attacks from demigod beings completely shattered the barrier, exposing the entire Elf fleet and islands to the vacuum of the Star Realm.
With their own demigods lost, the current battle situation was clear.
As the vast majority of elves died, their warships were destroyed, and the islands were occupied.
Garon also reduced the two demigods' transcendent divine power to barely enough to sustain life, leaving them powerless to resist.
Afterward, Garon smoothly sealed them in amber of time, tossing it into a dimensional space.
Now, the number of elf demigods and saints in Garon's hands had surpassed twenty, which might seem not many, but these were not common cabbage but beings standing at the pinnacle of the multiverse, with countless prime material worlds barely able to birth one.
Thank you to [Lord Su's Sword] for the reward. Tomorrow I will add more for the big boss.
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