Above the mountains in the distance from the royal capital, a cluster of dazzling white light illuminated the night as if it were day.
Demiurge flapped his fleshy wings, moving up and down in the air as he counted the seconds in his heart.
"1, 2, 3... 31, 32, 33, good, start!"
He slowly approached, extending his slightly trembling hands. After flailing in the air for so long, his hands were a little numb, but it was just right for showing trembling excitement.
"Ancient bloodline, you are finally going to belong to me!"
"Roar! Filth of the Dragon Emperor, take your dirty hands off!"
A deep, resonant dragon roar came from the horizon, echoing across the entire mountain range.
The Platinum Dragon Lord glared with wide eyes, his gaze fixed tightly on the dazzling white light and the "dirty hands" beside it.
He could clearly feel that the treasure within the white light was the source of the resonance in the dragon bloodline within his body.
The closer he got, the more his body rejoiced.
It even gave him the illusion that as long as he obtained that treasure, he could possess the entire world.
Demiurge glanced sideways at the Platinum Dragon Lord in the sky, his eyes clearly conveying, Fool, it is already in my hands. Why should I let go?
Only then did his hands stop trembling as he reached into the cluster of light.
"Huff!"
The Platinum Dragon Lord exhaled two streams of scorching white air from his nostrils, flapped his wings, and dove downward.
"I said, take your dirty hands off!"
At the same time, the sky suddenly began to turn red.
Demiurge and the Platinum Dragon Lord instinctively looked up. When they saw what it was, they froze in place.
"Maximize Magic: Meteor Fall!"
Five meteorites, each thousands of kilometers in size, burned crimson as they tore through the atmosphere, crashing down as if the sky itself were collapsing.
The Platinum Dragon Lord felt his scalp tingle, and every scale on his body stood on end.
At this scale, even I would be injured...
Just as he was about to retreat, he saw Demiurge still frozen in place, as if stunned, and the sphere of white light continued to flicker, stirring the dragon bloodline within his body.
Not to mention, the dense aura of the World Item directly overwhelmed his thought of temporarily retreating.
"I'll take it head-on. I absolutely cannot let the World Item leave my sight!"
Boom—!!!
The sound of the wind compressed by the five meteorites, each thousands of kilometers in size, was extremely piercing. The scorching temperature penetrated the Platinum Dragon Lord's scales, becoming increasingly intense.
"Wild Magic: Light Armor."
A green light, condensed into a tangible form, flickered across his scales, completely enveloping him.
Wild Magic consumed soul power and was difficult to replenish, so the Platinum Dragon Lord did not choose barriers or shields. Instead, he chose defensive magic with lower consumption to ensure endurance.
The meteorites drew closer and closer. The intense heat at his back made him somewhat uncomfortable. He flapped his bent dragon wings with effort, maintaining his distance from Demiurge.
Demiurge remained unmoved, staring blankly at the sky, his other hand still firmly embedded in the cluster of light, as if grasping something.
Boom—!!!
The noise grew more and more deafening as the meteorites crashed directly onto them.
Then, time seemed to freeze for an instant. The five meteorites, each thousands of kilometers in size, suddenly passed through the two of them, silently sinking into the mountain range below.
As the meteorites vanished, the pitch-black night returned.
The Platinum Dragon Lord hooked his claws, standing frozen in place in shock.
"An illusion?!"
"Tch, did I only fool one stupid dragon?"
A skeleton clad in magnificent lich robes stood in the sky, slowly gazing at the Platinum Dragon Lord. The crimson light in his eyes seemed to say, Fool.
In the sky, the two figures and one dragon each occupied a position, forming a three-way standoff.
"Two Players!"
The Platinum Dragon Lord cautiously maintained his distance, his draconic eyes constantly observing and assessing. The methods of Players were endless, and during the era of the Eight Greed Kings, he had witnessed too many items and spells capable of slaying dragons.
"Sorcerer King, I didn't expect you to have broken the seal as well." Demiurge's tone was calm, showing no sign of surprise.
"Jaldabaoth, if it weren't for you ambushing me back then, we wouldn't have been sealed by the Holy Domain God Lord." Momonga clasped his bone claws before his chest and looked up at the moon, as if reminiscing about the past.
Ambush, seal?
The Platinum Dragon Lord's eyes lit up, and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief. As long as they were not on the same side, it would be fine.
Top-tier Players were the most troublesome when they cooperated. They seemed to naturally understand coordination, covering each other's weaknesses, and had caused the dragon race countless hardships in the past.
"That item should be the Ancient bloodline, right? You searched for it for hundreds of years and couldn't find it. I didn't expect it to appear in this other world instead."
Momonga unhurriedly sized up the Platinum Dragon Lord as he spoke his lines.
"There aren't many World Items that permanently strengthen power by enhancing bloodline strength."
"You've said so much. What do you want?" Demiurge's hand tightened within the cluster of light, the veins on it bulging, showing that he was extremely tense at this moment.
So this guy is the true mastermind behind the Holy Kingdom, Jaldabaoth. Heh, I almost let him succeed!
The Platinum Dragon Lord noticed Demiurge's tension, and his impression that the two were hostile toward each other deepened.
"What do I want to do? Naturally, I want revenge!" Momonga's tone suddenly turned sharp, his voice icy, as if he wanted to devour Demiurge alive.
"Hehehehe..." Demiurge's shoulders shook as he ground his teeth beneath his mask. "You really know how to pick your timing!"
Momonga did not care, his voice even carrying a hint of sarcasm. "I merely did the same as you. The same critical moment, the same unexpected surprise."
"Creak, creak..."
The sound of teeth grinding clearly came from beneath Demiurge's mask.
The Platinum Dragon Lord remained silent, but his mind was racing.
The two Players did not have a good relationship in their original world, and both were sealed by the Holy Domain God Lord. The three-way relationship is extremely poor...
He knew very well that it was extremely difficult to completely kill a Player.
Moreover, these two were true peak powerhouses, not someone like Helant, who had only just reached the threshold of a True Dragon Lord.
Even exposing his soul fragment would still be highly effective.
Therefore, it depends on whether this Undead intends to fight for this item.
If he fought for it, it would mean facing two opponents. If he did not, then he would only have to deal with Jaldabaoth.
Thinking of this, he could not help but mock himself. What Player would not want a World Item?
"So, you want to fight me for it?" Demiurge's hands ignited with flames as he remained extremely vigilant.
Momonga sneered, tapped his skull with his pale bone claws, and mocked, "Jaldabaoth, where is your brain? I am Undead. I cannot use this World Item."
"So I won't fight you for it..."
The Platinum Dragon Lord was overjoyed. Not fighting was good. Not fighting meant one less opponent.
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