Chapter 645: God-Slaying Dragon

As the green light gradually spreads.

This long-lost ancient god once again felt the faith scattered in all directions throughout the land of Egypt. Although every place was dim, it was like fireflies in the night sky and could not be ignored.

"Land of Egypt, your gods are back!"

The Minotaur looked up to the sky and let out a hearty moo, as if he wanted to let out all the depression he had been holding back for countless years, and the whole earth was shaking.

He did not expect that a mere human spellcaster could actually revive his divinity and regain his true godhood.

"I have regained the status of true God, raised the throne high, and the divine fire has been ignited. Why don't mortals quickly bow their heads?"

His divine eyes are extremely oppressive, making people feel the urge to kneel down and worship. It is obviously a bull-headed monster, but at this moment it gives people an extremely sacred feeling, like an ancient god enshrined in a temple.

No, he is the ancient god worshiped in the temple!

All mortals cannot stand upright under this divine power.

But that's it.

The high-spirited Minotaur, who had regained his divine power, was pierced through the chest by the Spear of Destiny that flew from behind, standing side by side with the previous wound that was about to heal but had not yet completely healed.

The wound was still burning with a layer of dragon flames like gangrene attached to the bone. The severe pain caused him to subconsciously let out a shrill wail.

This shot seemed to knock down the ancient god from the altar. The originally terrifying divine power disappeared in an instant. The mortals regained control of their bodies and retreated one after another, withdrawing from the battlefield.

There was no room for them to get involved in a battle of this level.

"Those who blaspheme the true God will surely fall into the underworld forever!"

The tauren lowered his head and glanced at the huge wound on his chest. The rage in his eyes seemed to turn into substance and ignite. The true god paid most attention to dignity and gave himself a shot in front of so many mortals. Such an offense must be dealt with with blood. Come and wash.

Black-brown hair pierced the flesh, and the huge hooves hit the ground with a thud.

The rich yellow divine radiance condensed on the wound. No matter how powerful the dragon flame was, it could not withstand the successive divine radiances. It was quickly extinguished, and the wound sprouted granulation again and began to heal.

"Withdraw Semanud."

Lothar silently gestured to the retreating cavalry team with a solemn expression. He was no stranger to the power of the divine realm. He could feel what kind of existence his opponent was. He was just an ancient god and was not a rare sight on this land.

When he was still weak, he had killed such a lingering ancient god.

Cerinina suddenly appeared and whispered: "Sir, this spell caster's body seems to have been taken over by an evil god who comes from nowhere?"

The defeated divine power began to regroup.

Feeling the pressure emerging from all directions, Lothar seemed to see ancient and dilapidated shrines in a daze. In the temples, golden light gathered like a tide.

That's not an illusion.

It is the extraordinary vision possessed by an advanced being.

He frowned and said, "It's not the evil god, it's the righteous god."

The characteristics of a series of gods in the Egyptian pantheon quickly flashed through his mind, and he guessed: "It should be the legendary god of fertility, Apis, who revived with the help of the caster's corpse that was soaked in the same magic power. "

There are two cow gods in Egypt, one is Apis, who is in charge of fertility, and the other is the wife of Horus, Hathor, the god of love, but the latter is a cow, obviously not.

As streaks of golden light invisible to ordinary people surged in, the body of the Minotaur God expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, three meters, five meters, ten meters, until finally, he became a strong giant thirty meters tall. , every muscle is like a marble sculpture, reflecting a dazzling brilliance in the sun.

Behind him, the wooden dragon, which was originally just the creation of the spell caster, also began to grow rapidly, wrapping around the body of the Minotaur, forming a strong armor.

Divine radiance also gathered in His hand, forming a huge sickle.

"But in the Eastern world, even if you are a righteous god, as long as I declare you to be an evil god, you will also be an evil god!"

Lothar's body expanded rapidly, red and black scales emerged, and huge flesh wings burst out of the flesh. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a huge dragon that ordinary people could not even imagine.

The head, which seemed to be wearing a crown of dragon horns, looked down at the giant bull-headed god in front of him. It combined the majesty of the dark lord and the power of the true dragon, as if it had materialized, filling the god's domain.

Infused with his endless dragon-born power, the flame divinity ignited and was pushed to the extreme.

In the real world, it is impossible for him to bind himself to the status of a mountain god. That would be cutting off his own retreat.

But with his current strength, he doesn't need such desperate measures at all.

The majestic dragon's head was held high, looking at the target unknown how far away in the sky, its golden vertical pupils like two burning suns.

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The earth was cracked by the scorching heat.

Hot lava spewed from the cracks.

The restraining and restrictive effects of God's Realm on Lothar seemed to be forcibly offset at this moment. The terrifying high temperature made the flame spirituality in the air become denser, like a choir singing hymns in line to praise the true God.

"My king is holy!"

"Is this transfiguration?"

Adil was shocked. A living person turned into a terrifying dragon that was hard to describe even in novels. The shock he felt was too great.

Shemaier shook his head: "Although spellcasters who specialize in transformation can indeed transform into dragons, and even have the same abilities as real dragons, this guy is obviously not. He is a dragonborn, a mortal with dragon blood."

According to the definition of this world, anyone with dragon blood can be called a dragonborn.

He could not imagine, and would never believe that there would be a dragonborn in this world who could "seize the fortune of all dragons". That was a unique power of the giant ship world yesterday.

"It's just that I have never seen someone who can purify his meager blood to turn into a dragon."

His eyes were burning. If it were a spellcaster who specialized in "dragon studies", he would have been unable to hold back and wanted to capture Lothar alive, skin him, dismember his bones, and study him carefully.

"Master, if this bull-headed god can really be driven by us, it would be a pity to waste it like this."

Adil's expression moved slightly. The power possessed by Lothar was so shocking that he couldn't wait to enhance the power of his own extraordinary level. Although Shemaier had entered the legend, his understanding of legend was very limited.

In Adil's eyes, this old man who looked old and dying was obviously not as oppressive as the red and black dragon.

Shemaier shook his head and said, "It's not the age of gods now."

The power of ascension of the wedge-shaped clay tablet is temporary.

The bull-headed god didn't know this and recalled the remaining divine power in the various "artifacts" and "shrines" scattered outside. As long as the effect of the power of ascension disappeared, He would fall back to the status, and then completely disappear from this world because of the loss of these "anchors".

So Shemaier said that the bull-headed god was almost dead.

Not only the bull-headed god.

All the old gods of this era are almost dead. They are looking forward to the arrival of a new era suitable for them. Only then will they have a real chance to live again - except for the Minotaur.

In short, all the ancient gods are just disposable consumables for him. Maintaining their status as gods will also consume a lot of himself. When the day of the real decisive battle comes, he will not choose to ask for help in this way.

"And don't forget, we didn't make a move, and that Lothar also only sent out two people."

The thick roots, like a surging green wave, continuously bound the dragon.

This Minotaur looks like a rough giant, but his fighting style is a typical wizard. He has no intention of holding the sickle in his hand and coming up to fight Lothar's real dragon body in a giant beast duel.

The golden flame pupil is like the sun hanging in the sky.

He flapped his wings, and there were endless fireballs, hitting the ground like rain.

The roots, stems, branches and leaves, which were rich in divine power, quickly lost moisture under the high temperature. Even gods had to succumb to the fire of the evil dragon.

But in the green divine realm, the power of the Bull-Headed God seemed endless, and it used its numbers to support the dragon flames spewed out by the giant dragon.