I became the Great Old One

Puff!

The monster's body was cold, but the blood gushing out of its throat was extremely hot and sticky, like boiling magma.

"Hu——"

Donis gasped heavily, and a severe dizziness came from his head.

The scenery in front of him was spinning and blurry.

His lungs were shattered alive by the shock wave from the demigod in the previous fight. Every breath was accompanied by a severe pain like slow slicing in his chest.

Pain was just a trivial matter for Donis.

What's worse is.

The war in front of him has not ended yet, but his physical strength has been exhausted.

His muscles were relaxed, his body became extremely weak, and his internal organs were bleeding. Just standing up from the monster would consume all his strength. Donis looked around with red eyes.

Huge pale spiders were slowly approaching from all directions.

The thick spider legs were stuck in the ground.

There was a rustling sound.

"Roar!"

Donis roared fiercely, making a hoarse sound.

Those ugly spiders seemed to feel fear and retreated one after another.

However, as time passed, the monsters also discovered Donis's weakness. Finally, the leading spider leader began to try to approach Donis, making a threatening rustling sound from his mouth.

Swish!

It jumped up.

Attacking from mid-air, Donis slashed with his sword.

A huge gap was torn in the abdomen of the white skeleton spider, and dark green blood gushed out.

This knife could have split the monster's body in half, but unfortunately, Donis was exhausted at this time and could only cause non-fatal damage to the spider leader.

"Is it over?"

Donis's tall body was thrown to the ground, and his pupils gradually relaxed.

In front of him was a grinning monster. If it was in its heyday, he could kill at least three of these guys with one blow, but now Donis was powerless to resist.

"Forget it..." Donis thought calmly: "For mortals, death will eventually come. As a warrior, as a descendant of the king, it is my greatest honor to die on the battlefield."

"Nothing to regret." Donis said sadly.

He was waiting for death to come.

But at this moment, a shining silver light passed through Donis's face.

The cold spear pierced through the monster's mouth full of sharp teeth and penetrated into his abdominal cavity, causing severe damage to the heart of the demon spider. The huge demon spider began to twitch and struggle violently, but its vitality was still constantly draining away.

Blood spurted out of the monster's mouth, and finally fell in a pool of blood and stopped moving.

Donis's face was slightly surprised.

He awakened his super sense, and naturally he could detect that there were still a few survivors in the city, but these survivors had experienced a high-intensity battle that lasted for several days.

I didn't expect that I could still...

When Donies saw the dragonborn standing in front of him, he was even more surprised.

It was not tall and thin. It looked like it was not yet an adult, but the aura it exuded was as cold as iron. The young dragonborn pulled his spear out of the monster's mouth and stood in front of Donies, looking fearlessly at the demon spiders around him.

"What's your name?"

Donies panted and asked in a hoarse voice.

"My name is Achilles." The boy said, "I'm a descendant of the Anerbi family."

"Really?" The once most powerful Grania family was almost destroyed by Donies himself. Unexpectedly, he, who was now scarred, was protected by the descendants of the enemy.

"If you hide in the pile of corpses, you might still be able to survive." Donies said with some regret.

He could see that the boy in front of him had also reached the limit of his physical strength.

The arm holding the spear was shaking constantly.

"I am a descendant of the sin family, but I am also a warrior of God." The young man said without looking back: "Being injured in the back is a shame for a warrior. Even if I die, I will die in front of you."

"That's right."

After hearing this, Donis was slightly stunned.

And then he suddenly laughed: "Achilles? I remember this name."

After saying that.

He lay directly on Angraron's bloody chest and fell asleep.

A violent noise came from outside the city. Thousands of dragons lined up in a long team, like a gray tide pouring into the city along the gaps between the ruins, fighting with the remaining ice monsters.

The reinforcements came from nearby cities.

There were old people, children and many female dragons in this team. It didn't look like a team that had undergone complete training.

But even so, this temporarily assembled army still had a very strong combat effectiveness, enough to kill all the remaining enemies on the battlefield.

Crutenes got one thing wrong.

He subconsciously thought that the cities around Winterfell had just been built, and the number of militiamen inside was small, and there was not much combat power worth noting.

But he overlooked the most important thing, that every dragonborn was a natural warrior.

…

"It's incredible."

Erganis and Quetzalcoatl stood on the clouds, their figures ethereal, staring at the battlefield in Winterfell that was gradually coming to an end.

The goddess' beautiful face was filled with a rare surprise. She exclaimed: "With amazing strength and perseverance, those dragonborns actually defeated the army led by the son of the evil god."

"However, they also paid a heavy price."

Quetzalcoatl said somewhat dejectedly: "There were tens of thousands of dragonborns in Winterfell, but in the end there were less than a hundred left. They may have made mistakes, but at the most critical moment, they did not betray their beliefs."

"If I had taken action, this war might have ended in a better way." Quetzalcoatl seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help but sigh.

Ergani shook his head, stared at his brother and said: "If you take the initiative, you will fall into the trap of Mordiggian, the Lord of Death."

"In the warp, Mordiggian's power projection is enough to suppress us instantly. In the physical universe, facing Mordiggian who has liberated himself with all his strength, if we reveal a flaw, we may be destroyed in an instant."

Ergani said solemnly: "To our father, Mordiggian may be just a small character who can't be on the stage. But unfortunately, we don't have the great power of the creator. Any of the Old Ones is a powerful enemy that is difficult to defeat for us."

"Sometimes, sacrifice is necessary."

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