I became the old one

Chapter 9 The Evil God with Three Heads and Two Wings

Hundreds of years passed by in a hurry.

Divinely inspired.

It was already the time for the sun to rise in the morning, but the golden dawn did not appear.Rolling black clouds obscured the sky, and waves rose from the turbid sea and slapped on the reef, making disturbing sounds.

Under the huge volcano, the dinosaurs are holding a large-scale sacrificial ceremony.

Tall, muscular dragonborns with beautiful red stripes lined up solemnly. They appeared in the huge square, holding bloody raw meat in their hands.

In the middle of the stone square.

A golden bonfire was burning, making crackling noises.

Those dragon descendants moved forward slowly, and amidst the ancient and boundless singing, they put the pieces of meat they held in their hands into the bonfire. The flames seemed to be some kind of living things, and after devouring the flesh and blood, they burned more and more vigorously. It splashed tens of meters high.

Kanda is still alive.

However, thousands of years have passed, even if he is the strongest among the dragonborn, he will inevitably age at this time.

The muscles that were originally as hard as rocks eventually became slack with the passage of time, and the skin, like the roots of old trees, was covered with black spots, and those crimson flame patterns that symbolized the blessings of the gods also passed by with the passage of time. become blurred.

But even so.

Kanda still exudes majesty and wisdom.

Especially those eyes, the azure blue pupils are deeply sunken in the eye sockets, which contain nearly 3000 years of waves of time, no one in the tribe dares to look at Kanda.

Although the passage of time has weakened Kanda's body, his control over the flames has become more subtle.

people say.

Kandar is the beloved son of the gods, and not even the years can break him.

However, in the face of those nearly endless aliens that are still evolving and multiplying, Kanda also felt his powerlessness and exhaustion several times.

in the past millennium.

Those aliens called "snakes" suddenly ran out of the fragments of the magic star.

They devour everything, whether it is plants or animals, but they never produce anything to give back to this piece of nature.

The snakes gather together to form a gray tide that devours everything. Wherever they pass, there will be no trace of life left, only the bare surface and exposed rocks.

Some people say that snakes are servants of the magic star.

In the original era, the magic star that was crushed by the gods did not die completely, and began its revenge after the gods retired.

As for the dragon descendants, as the most outstanding heirs and creations of the gods, it is naturally their duty to protect this continent.Before the number of snakes reached a large scale, the dragon descendants had already discovered the omen of disaster under the revelation of God.

Thus began a war that lasted for thousands of years.

at the very beginning.

With their strong bodies and the ability to control flames, the dragon descendants did gain the upper hand in the war.

The tide gathered by the aliens has been defeated by the dragonborn many times, but the aliens are so cunning, once they fall into a disadvantage, they will hide deep in the ground, and multiply quickly after the dragonborn leaves. Time can take shape again.

If only so.

Dragonborn can also suppress these aliens so that they will not form too large a scale.

Although there are still hidden dangers, the ecosystem on the entire continent will not collapse, and God's servants can still manage this pasture well.

but.

With the birth of the Alien King from the wreckage of the magic star, the situation completely spiraled out of control.

The terrifying alien king is an evil god who crawled out of the abyss of hell, born in the world only for revenge and destruction.

It has three heads, wings covered with barbs, and two long snake tails.When the wings are spread, the evil god's huge body can even cover the light of the stars and the moon in the sky. He has the ability to call thunder and dark clouds, and every time he breathes out, he can bring huge casualties to the dragon descendants.

at the height of the war.

Kanda once personally led three hundred of the most powerful dragon descendants to charge towards the evil god.

It's a pity that they are too weak, even if they have been bestowed by the gods, they are as weak as reptiles in front of the evil gods. The golden nine-day thunder thundered from the sky, and more than half of the dragon descendants were turned into coke on the spot.

Immediately after a flick of the tail, there were only a dozen or so dragonborn still charging forward.

In the end, even if you try your best.

Kanda just left a sore on the body of the evil god that could heal in an instant. If his youngest child hadn't desperately brought him back, perhaps his life would have ended in that war.

An attack with all its strength, in exchange for the end of the group's destruction.

After that war.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and the dragon descendants not only lost a large pasture, but also lost contact with the rest of the tribe.

Now, there is only the last piece of fertile land left for the remaining dragon descendants and primitive dinosaurs to live on.

Even so, those aliens are still unwilling to give in. Terrible wars happen every day. If you stand on a high place and look around, you can find many broken pieces in the shadows of the forest or in the foam of the sea. corpse.

Among those corpses were dragonborn, but more of them belonged to aliens.

Although they fell into a disadvantaged and passive situation in the war, the dragon descendants are still the most outstanding servants and warriors of the gods.

Any dragon descendant can defeat an opponent of the same size several times or even dozens of times, be invincible on the battlefield, and kill a bloody path alive. It is precisely because of the devout belief in the gods and powerful strength that the dragon descendants can continue to today.

In the solemn and desolate singing.

The sacrificial ceremony is finally over.

The crowd in the square dispersed in an orderly manner, and everyone had firm and sorrowful expressions on their faces, even those little dragons who had just been born. Seeing this picture, Kanda felt a twinge of pain in his heart, but I had to hide my emotions.

He is the patriarch, and he was the pillar of the clansmen in the years when the gods did not show up. No matter how painful it was, he could not reveal the inner cowardice at all.

At this moment, a rough voice with a little youthful innocence came from beside Kanda.

"Father, do you think the gods will really come to save us, just like when the magic star came 3000 years ago?"

A young dragonborn with a strong figure, thick arms, and sharp fangs like a file appeared beside Kanda. His eyes were shining. Even in the face of such a bad situation, there was still a kind of name in his eyes. For the light of hope is shining.

(End of this chapter)