Abyssal Dragon

Chapter 123 122. Sleeping
"Why don't they thank me?"

Alia pouted, looking dissatisfied at the people below who were worshiping Dirsas.

"Maybe it's because they're not undead."

Dirsas flew to Alia, "But it doesn't matter, I will give you the reward you deserve.

Now that you are free, can you tell me something about God? "

Alia looked at the scene below, turned her head and watched Dirsas with interest, and seemed to find something interesting,
"Do you want to confer a god?"

"You think too much, Alia."

Dirsas rejected Alia's idea, and drew her a cake with his backhand, "But if you want to become a god, I can help you.

In Rosen, no one will stand in your way. "

"Not interested in."

Aliya shook her head quickly.

Liches are as immortal as gods, and Alia only wants to study magic, and she doesn't want to waste time on believers.

"You should know that a god is a relatively immortal existence with certain characteristics in a specific field.

Divinity, godhead, and priesthood are the biggest difference between gods and ordinary legendary creatures, and the main reason why they are powerful. "

"Divinity, you should have some understanding, it is a characteristic that is different from other creatures.

How to explain it? "

Alia bit her lip and frowned, "Getting rid of the characteristics of the original race, the additional characteristic that is admired by other clansmen is probably divinity.

Coincidentally, you should have a little divinity by now. "

"However, it is not enough to have divinity alone. After a certain level of accumulation, it is necessary to ignite the divine fire. It is a very complicated ceremony, which will be presided over by a saint of the gods, and some devout believers will continue to pray."

Alia has only browsed the information in some classics, and she can't describe what kind of ceremony it is.
"If you don't have a godhead after igniting the divine fire, you can only become a quasi-god, and you can be a true god after you have enough faith to condense your godhead.

And the true gods are divided into extremely weak divine power, weak divine power, medium divine power, strong divine power, and divine king. "

"In addition to these, gods also have priesthood, that is, the fields that gods are good at, the occupations and abilities of believers, and other aspects."

After finishing speaking, Alia pondered for a moment, and said, "That's all I can remember for now, if you want to know more, I can look it up for you."

"No need, these are enough."

Dirsas didn't want to confer gods, he just wanted to understand the process so that he could measure the cost of cultivating gods.

He quickly went through the people around him, and none of them seemed to be suitable for making gods.

Except that ancestral spirit, Bwonsamdi.

But that guy Dirsas doesn't want to let go yet, let him stay in the Troll King City honestly.

As for the leaders of the remaining races, they are not suitable at present.

The most important thing is that the current population of Rosen is too small, and all together cannot create a god.

"It seems that the population problem must be solved first."

Dirsas murmured.

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The onslaught of chaos will never stop, but now there is finally a stable way to fight it.

The real-time monitoring of Dirsas is not needed, as long as the flint stones are continuously thrown into the Tower of Elements, the operation of the golden light curtain can be maintained.

These naturally do not need to be carried out by Dirsas himself.

For example, Luciferon, the captain of the fire demon, led the fire demon and was responsible for the transportation of the fire spar.

They are immune to flames, and it is easier to do this than any other family. The trolls and humans are just helping them.

After being busy, Dirsas also began to rest.

As a real dragon, you always have to use a lot of sleep to meet your physiological needs.

At the same time, in sleep, Dirsas can better integrate the power of Rosen's rules.

But before falling asleep, Dirsas needs to arrange many things.

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Beyond the light curtain, in the cave of the blood pool in the abyss, the stormy war has just ended.

Dirsas squinted his eyes and squatted on the rock, and said slowly,

"You are in charge of the abyss at this level. When I wake up again, I hope to see more pools of blood."

Palmela crawled on Dirsas's back, stroking the scales on Dirsas's face with her slender claws, and said slowly: "Then the little strength you gave me just now is not enough."

"The power I give you is for you to use it to change rivers and lakes, turning them into pools of blood."

Dirsas said indifferently: "Sugard will send you fallen souls regularly, and those will be the source of the devil's eggs."

"The mind flayer? I hate the rancid smell of undead."

A look of human disgust crept across Palmera's face.

This kind of evaluation made Dirsas feel a little funny, because the smell of the devil is not better than that of the undead.

Of course, this is the criterion for judging ordinary intelligent races, and what Palamela hates is actually the breath of the dead.

"It still smells good on my abyss dragon,"

Palmela took a deep breath towards Dirsas, her eyes suddenly became blurred, her face was full of intoxication,

"Hmm~ the breath of life, I really want to eat you in one bite...it's a pity that you are too powerful~"

"Didn't you just eat it?"

Dirsas turned his head and glanced, and threw Palmera down with all his strength from his neck.
"Why, do you still want to eat?"

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Three days later, Dirsas flew back to the Dragon's Lair in the Verdant Mountains and fell into a deep sleep.

But Rosen didn't fall into peace because of this.

Dirsas ordered many things before falling asleep, and Rosen's natives also needed to rebuild their homes during this time.

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In the mysterious deep mountain forest, there are luxuriant trees and evergreen in all seasons.

Looking from a distance, a piece of greenery is about to drip, which makes people yearn for it.

The big trees in the dense forest have towering roots and luxuriant branches, like majestic castles.

In the stream, the clear water flows down from the mountain and flows through the valley, gurgling, fresh and pleasant, bringing endless vigor and vitality to people.

The dark green forest is more primitive than the verdant mountains, and it was also the forest that best represented Rosen's characteristics.

Of course, the current deep green forest is still intact under the protection of the light curtain, but Rosen is no longer a world full of green vitality.

"Hoohoo!"

A huge figure flashed above the dense forest, and the natural tranquility and peace were instantly broken.

At this moment, the troll king who was supposed to stay in the royal city was in the dense forest, and saw a huge figure quickly chasing after him.

It was this figure Lars had been waiting for—a super wyvern.

The Wyvern is considered a sub-dragon species, and it is said that it also has the blood of a giant dragon.

Their appearance is somewhat similar to that of real dragons, but they are thinner overall. There is a tail spine behind them, and the front paws are wings connected with the wings. Under the body are two powerful hind legs, so they are called Wyverns.

Wyvern's strength is very low, generally around level eight, and some of the strongest ones are no more than level eleven or level two.

Wyverns do not fight on the ground, usually they will quickly swoop down from the air to catch their prey in the air.

When forced to fight on the ground, the wyvern crouched low, hissing and roaring, while keeping its tail spine dangling overhead as a defensive weapon.

In addition, although it has some relatives with giant dragons, Wyverns are not very intelligent, but more cunning than ordinary beasts.

But the Wyvern in front of him was different. It was nearly ten meters long from head to tail, and it could already be regarded as a young dragon comparable to a real dragon.

And the strength of this Wyvern is not weak, close to legend.

The super wyvern quickly found someone following him, and immediately accelerated and circled in the air before turning to stare at Lars.

"I have no malice."

Lars threw away the golden spear in his hand and raised his hands actively.

Such a move made the wyvern in front of him slightly relieved, but he still stared fiercely at Lars.

"Troll, this is not the place for you, leave."

Wyvern's voice was deep and low, although he didn't make it clear, his tone was full of threats.

However, Lars ignored the Wyvern and asked selfishly: "Although your strength is not legendary, you should feel that the world has changed."

"You told me before, troll, that I don't care about demons."

"You don't need to exterminate the demons now."

Lars sneered, and the previous amiable attitude disappeared instantly.

Originally, he planned to negotiate with the wyvern, but it turned out that trolls would not have a good temper.

"Don't care, hehe,"

He stared at the two-headed flying dragon and asked, "Then why don't you leave here and live in the abyss outside the light curtain?"

"This is my domain, troll,"

The wyvern seemed to be stabbed in pain, and roared, "Get out of here immediately!"

"Your territory?"

Lars sternly scolded: "This is the territory of Lord Rosen, Lord of the Abyss, and Dirsas the Abyss Dragon!

It is His Majesty who created the Light Curtain to protect you and your race from the abyss! "

"Troll, what do you want to say?"

Wyvern didn't refute Lars, just stared at him and questioned.

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you either. Now His Majesty Dirsas is recruiting new soldiers. As a wise two-legged wind dragon, you must lead your people to join His Majesty Dirsas's army."

Lars said solemnly, and then threatened: "If you are not far away, get out of the light curtain, otherwise His Majesty Dirsas's legion will step down here, smash all Wyvern eggs, and wipe out your Race!"

The wyvern was a little angry, but the name the troll king called Dirsas made him hold back his temper.

He can naturally feel the powerful aura of the King of Trolls, but what kind of existence is it that the King of Trolls becomes His Majesty's creature?
I have never heard of the abyss dragon and the two-legged wyvern. Although he is a super two-legged wyvern, his thin blood does not have much inheritance knowledge.

Only the stupidity of the Wyvern has been abandoned by him with all his efforts.

Seeing that the Wyvern did not speak, Lars calmed down his temper, and patiently persuaded him again: "You can ignore me, but I suggest you not ignore His Majesty Dirsas.

If you want, you can come with me to feel His Majesty's powerful aura. "

Wyvern remained silent, watching Lars' figure, and finally nodded.

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A day later, the Dragon's Lair in the Verdant Mountains was hundreds of meters away.

Lars stood side by side with Wyvern.

Dirsas was asleep, and the dragon lair was guarded by demon hunters from the Dragon Guard Legion, and they were all the elite of the legion, completely isolated from their own race.

At the same time, there are elite soldiers from the coalition forces of various ethnic groups on the periphery, cross-defending.

No one can come near, not even Rath, the king of trolls.

This distance of hundreds of meters is already the limit of the troll king's power.

However, the sleeping Dirsas couldn't gather his aura, so even at such a distance, the wyvern was enough to feel the powerful aura in the dragon's lair.

Whether it's the breath from Rosen or the might of the real dragon, the Wyvern is instinctively afraid.

"Trolls never tell a lie."

Lars said to the silent Wyvern: "How is it, Gagara, do you feel it?"

Jagara is the name of a Wyvern, meaningless, a name given to him by a threat hunter when he was wise.

Gagara was still silent, and answered after a long time: "I will only submit to His Majesty Dirsas, and no one else can enslave us."

"Your Majesty Dirsus, all races are equal."

There was a smile on Lars' ferocious face again, "No one will enslave you, but you will work for His Majesty Dirsas, such as persuading other races in the deep green forest with me."

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Like Lars, other ethnic groups are also busy with various jobs.

Wen Lan and her mage group are still researching demon potions, using the magma blood of various powerful flame creatures obtained from the Molten Core to develop in different directions.

There is an upper limit for demon hunters to drink demon potions. Most demon hunters have no change in strength after taking three demon potions.

Wen Lan could accept such a result. After all, if the blood of the devil could increase his strength infinitely, then the devil would not need to fight.

Therefore, Wen Lan began to try more.

Of course, this does not mean that the demon potion is worthless. After all, there are many humble existences of various races who need to rely on it to become a qualified soldier.

The mind flicker mage Sugard suggested that Wen Lan try the Necromancer method, but Wen Lan refused without hesitation (heart).

Now is not the time for the survival of the race, so Wen Lan will not take such a decadent path.

Naturally, Sugard didn't care about Wen Lan's refusal, he was the busiest of all - collecting evil souls for Dirsas.

Necromancers are really well suited for such jobs.

However, Sugard's work place is not in Rosen, but in other abyss layers, and the plane connected to Molten Core.

It is worth mentioning that the plane connected to the Molten Core is not easy to mess with.

It is similar to Rosen there, but it is a secondary main plane where gods exist. There are more than a dozen legends chanted by bards alone.

Stealing souls in that world is a very dangerous thing, and Sugard can only harvest those bandits, thieves, and rogue rats who have no faith, but it has improved the security of that world in disguise.

It is not an easy job to fish souls in other abyss layers, and once discovered by other abyss lords, they will be directly crushed.

Fortunately, these tasks do not require Sugard to do it himself, and the skeleton mages under his command will undertake it.

(End of this chapter)