Chapter 219: God's End! Dragon's End!
The hideous dragon claws tore through the divine power patterns, and the awakened Evil Dragon personally destroyed the cradle that nurtured him!
His colossal dragon body squeezed the space, a chaotic aura assailed them, and his fanged maw opened wide, letting out a high-pitched roar at Arthur!
The beast's roar, which shook space, materialized into sound waves, forcefully tearing away layers of alloy plates, and metal dust swirled like a sandstorm!
But his show of might did not elicit the expected cries or angry shouts.
Only a flash of lightning shot through the labyrinth, piercing deep into his vital chest and abdomen!
Amidst the grating sound of scales shattering, foul dragon blood shot skyward as the Saint Sword was withdrawn!
The Evil Dragon, letting out a pained growl, suddenly swung his hideous claws, a sharp sonic boom exploded, intending to smash the tiny human into a pit!
Buzz—!
Space ripples echoed incessantly, and square battle formations appeared around the Evil Dragon, with divine artifacts overflowing with azure lightning shooting out!
In an instant, a mythical rain of attacks clashed head-on with the Evil Dragon's scales, bringing forth sprays of blood amidst continuous tearing sounds!
The agonizing pain of shattered bones throughout his body made the Evil Dragon wail again; his six wings and massive tail wrapped tightly around his body, curling into a ball!
The completely one-sided crushing battle left Dionysus, the creator, no time to make any counter-measures, he merely stared blankly at the invincible Arthur.
The evil god's pupils trembled violently, reflecting the brilliant starlight in Arthur's hand, and he stomped the ground hysterically!
"No! No! No!"
"Things shouldn't be like this!"
The chaotic God of Wine stared at the approaching Holy Sword User, his eyes wishing he could dismember this abnormal fellow!
"How could a human from the lower world possess divine artifacts and authority! You are the monster!"
Arthur watched the god, who had already fallen into madness, with cold eyes and spoke indifferently.
"For a god who has lived for billions of years, this defeat is far too undignified."
A tangible killing intent gripped his neck, and Dionysus involuntarily swallowed, retreating several steps and collapsing clumsily.
"Why… did someone like you appear in the lower world? The plan should have been perfect, what went wrong?"
Arthur walked up to him, looking down at the still unwilling god, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Do you remember the monster riot in the 24th-floor food storage?"
Dionysus's eyes widened, and he looked up blankly: "What?"
The mockery on Arthur's lips grew more intense, and he explained nonchalantly.
"Originally, Loki had arranged for Burt to provide support, but at that time, you were desperately playing the role of a righteous companion, insisting on dispatching the [Banshee] to accompany him."
Dionysus fell into thought, but Arthur didn't give him a chance, directly revealing the truth.
"That fabric was indeed good, even a god's eyesight couldn't see through it, but unfortunately, I observe things not just with my eyes."
"They say people speak nonsense and do stupid things when drunk. It seems gods are no exception."
"...How is that possible?"
Dionysus, slumped on the ground, could only squeeze out these few words; the Evil Dragon's wails and the labyrinth's tremors seemed to be far away.
The starting point of a meticulously planned fifteen-year scheme was so ludicrously comical that he almost heard the sound of his own soul shattering.
Facing this seemingly desperate situation, the god's self-esteem was utterly crushed, and having lost his reason, he immediately displayed a crazed demeanor.
"Hahahahaha! So this is the despair of children before they die?"
Dionysus's eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and he tangled his hair into a mess with his hands!
"Yes! Gods are equally fragile! A terrifying lament can also become a mad laugh before death!"
The god, who sought madness, suddenly pulled out a short sword, his last obsession driving his final malice.
"It's not over yet! Even if I die…"
Bang!
But what answered him was only a dull punch!
Dionysus, his face distorted, immediately clutched his abdomen, twitching miserably and comically on the ground.
"To be honest, I've killed countless gods, you're just one more."
Arthur casually kicked away the short sword, stomping on the god with increasing force, the dull thud of bones breaking continuously echoing.
"But you, you actually wanted to use the Pillar of Return to Heaven to break through the entire artificial labyrinth?"
Dionysus's face was deformed by his kicks, and muffled breaths escaped his mouth.
Plans, dignity, leeway, all shattered by this lower-world human, and that damned contract naturally had to be abandoned!
Click!
A hidden mechanism clicked from the altar, and the Evil Dragon, already carved into a bone sculpture by the Mandala Battle Array, whimpered in response, thick black liquid surging from its core!
Tendrils of malevolent tentacles shot out from the center of the altar, piercing through the divine body and dragon body at both ends!
The undulating tentacles pulsed like blood vessels, rapidly devouring everything from Dionysus, feeding it all back to the Evil Dragon!
Seeing this, Arthur twisted his sword and withdrew the square battle formation, mocking the evil god who still wouldn't give up.
"One god, or two gods, has no impact on the outcome."
"Ugh, ah—!"
At this moment, Dionysus was as thin as a piece of paper, squeezing out his last, incredibly painful malice from his throat.
"I curse the lower world! I bet the next ten thousand years! To welcome the inevitable madness!"
The god fell after leaving his last words, and heterogeneous divine power surged out from the Evil Dragon's body, transforming into a madly pulsating fleshy cocoon!
The Evil Dragon's roar carried an unprecedented fury, his six wings flapped, and terrifying energy ripples shattered the artificial labyrinth blocks!
His fanged dragon maw opened wide, heterogeneous divine power mixed with chaotic airflow, condensing into a destructive bomb containing a vortex!
"Inevitable madness?"
Arthur raised the Saint Sword, overflowing with azure brilliance, feeling the starlight in his palm stirring, and desperately tightened his grip on this out-of-control power.
"Go dream in the Underworld!"
Space let out a mournful groan, dark lightning leaped along the cracks that appeared out of thin air, and the starlight overflowing from the blade converged to its limit!
A solid slash of light shot skyward, forcefully cutting a smooth fault line in the heavens and earth, splitting the Evil Dragon's fleshy cocoon and the altar in two!
At a certain moment, the entire world suddenly fell silent.
Above Orario, the prayer altars erected by the gods shattered, radiating dazzling light!
The aftershocks of the dragon-slaying starlight rippled outwards, sweeping across the wilderness, causing all the gods atop Tower of Babel to feel a tremor in their hearts.
The old god sitting at the very bottom of Tower of Babel felt that sharp edge, helplessly closed his eyes, and sighed deeply.
"In the end… I still couldn't conceal it…"
On the other side of the horizon, a pitch-black dragon was sprawled on the icy cold ground, dozing.
It sensed the demise of a homologous aura but was too lazy to open its eyes.
Another worthless splinter had died, just as unreliable as that attention-seeking god.
It snorted disdainfully, letting out a wisp of eerie dragon flame, scorching the tottering seal in front of it.
Never mind, I'll do it myself.