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"Face reality, Okan. Whether it's you or these poor, lowly beings underground, if the great 'Deathwing's' true purpose is to destroy you, then your fate was already sealed!"

This time, the forged deity did not continue to refute, for facts speak louder than words.

As a powerful species in the native world, the reason why the dragon race was inferior to the fantasy species in the past was that the number of dragons was too small. If the numbers were equal, the dragon race could easily overwhelm the fantasy species. Even though the dragon's nest has been breached, the four surviving dragons and the "resurrected" dragon god are enough to exterminate a mere ninth-ranked goblin species and their creator god.

Those who could persist for so long in this war of order and chaos that swept the entire world were definitely not fools. After realizing that it was impossible, the God of Forging immediately made the right choice.

"Neltharion, ally of chaos—what brings you here?"

Satisfied with the submission of the God of Forging, the dragon was certain that its mission had been a success.

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After clearing the ruins of the city center, a large number of magic crystals and other items that were of great benefit to the dragons were piled up. The four remaining dragons of the Chaos faction landed here and transformed into humanoid forms in a flash of light and shadow, although they still retained their horns and tails.

Looking around at the ravaged city, Thor could hardly believe that it had "defeated" a god and the ninth race among the sixteen races. After all, in the green dragon's memory, it still lived in a time when even humans, who were as weak as the sixteenth in the ranking, could chase and kill dragons...

"Let me correct a misconception of yours, Thor."

Deathwing, the only dragon in the arena that did not change its form, lay on the ground while the goblins used various instruments to measure its body. He spoke in a low voice: "The weak are not the gods, but these lowly lives, and the strong are not themselves, but the gods behind them... If there were no gods in this world, any normally developed dragon would have the ability to easily exterminate all races ranked fifth and below."

Thor in human form seemed somewhat excited upon hearing this: "Including the Flying Tribe?"

"...They are an exception."

Deathwing would never have had such a thought before encountering the eighteen Skywing creatures that had driven the "Dragon God" to the brink of despair. However, after witnessing firsthand the immense power that could split the continent, he could no longer harbor such thoughts. Not to mention, at least two of the four dragons currently incapable of unleashing an attack of that magnitude.

"The strength of the divine races is not only reflected in their physical power, but also in their various unique skills, such as the 'forging' of the forging god Okan, and the 'creation' of the war god Alshte... Although that guy was just a madman, the 'Skywing race' he created was indeed a masterpiece of war."

Thor seemed somewhat disappointed upon receiving this answer, but he quickly rallied. After all, he was no longer the only one facing the entire Skywing race. Even in the worst-case scenario, the "Dragon God" before him would be the first to stand up for him.

Of course, he couldn't say such a thing to Neltharion's face. For now, he just looked at the goblins who were moving various measuring instruments back and forth on him with a questioning gaze: "What are they doing?"

"Just as you see."

"Measurement?"

After nodding slightly, Thor's doubts deepened: "Why do we need to measure?"

The dragon, lying prone on the ground, pondered for a moment: "You don't need weapons."

Extending its claws forward from the ground, the dragon gazed at the "cracks" above that were invisible to the naked eye, and said in a low voice, "But I cannot be without armor."

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Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 390 Chaotic Faction

In Deathwing's memory, the Primal Armor, forged by dark goblins, was more accurately described as a shield against internal threats than a defense against external attacks.

Back in Azeroth, Deathwing's body developed massive cracks due to the corruption of the Dragon Soul. To prevent his body from being torn apart by these uncontrollable forces, he had to order the dark goblins to create this armor to hold his body in place.

After this world re-manifested, Deathwing had lost his powerful dragon soul. However, he gained a large amount of "divine power" from the conversion of faith, which filled his body. This faith was so powerful that even without his dragon soul, Deathwing could not control it. Forced to repeat his mistakes, the guardian dragon once again went to the goblin seedlings skilled in forging and used a semi-threatening approach to force the voice of forging to help him solve this problem.

On one hand, there was the will of the gods, and on the other hand, there was the enormous threat posed by the dragon itself. The goblins mobilized almost the entire power of their race to forge this armor for Deathwing. The entire process, from the start of construction to its complete assembly on the dragon, took less than a month.

During this time, the four dragons, including the young dragon Kanna, also received plenty of "benefits" in this goblin city.

The goblins, skilled in forging, are among the best in the world at storing all sorts of magically amplified weapons. So much so that even dragons, who theoretically don't need to carry any weapons to unleash their full combat power, have found quite a few useful items here.

Of course, some goblins were dissatisfied with this during this period. After all, putting aside the "Chaos Pact" that Deathwing and Okan had signed again, the behavior of these four dragons could be described as outright robbery. However, considering the presence of the dragon in the city center, the goblins could only grit their teeth and bear it.

More than half a month later, in the center of the goblin capital.

With the combined efforts of all the goblins, the terrible damage caused by the dragon's descent more than half a month ago has been largely repaired—at least on the surface. However, unlike before, the statue of Okan, the god of forging, which symbolized the entire city and stood here, has been completely destroyed, replaced by a huge crater thousands of meters deep.

At the bottom of the pit, molten lava was constantly bubbling, while above, countless goblins were running back and forth on various makeshift scaffolds, issuing commands. As the last step was completed, the slammed hammer, with the impact force of tens of thousands of tons, crashed down on the dragon. This force, which would easily turn any lower race into dust, could not even shake the dragon's body.

Shaking its head, the dragon, realizing that the "Source Armor - Otherworld Version" was complete, had no intention of wasting any more time here. It spread its wings and charged out of the lava cave, accompanied by a storm of flames. Its high-pitched roar called to the other four dragons. After leaving a final message for the God of Forging hidden in the shadows, it quickly disappeared into the western sky.

Behind them, while countless goblins breathed a sigh of relief at the departure of the five dragons, the God of Forging was puzzled by the message left behind by the "dragon gods" when they left.

A goblin's name, a god's name, and... the name of a world.

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Deathwing couldn't help but be curious about the message the "Creator" had asked him to pass on to the forging god who had lost his usefulness. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anything interesting in the few words he had, and in the end, he had no choice but to give up.

For this dragon from another world, while it was slightly disappointed that it couldn't personally slay a god from another world, such opportunities were inevitable in the future, for example—

"Our next target is Kainas, that despicable attacker who is completely unaware of his own weakness and even presumptuously tries to bring the lowly races he created into the camp of order."

Having said this, the dragon, now clad in heavy armor, made its decision: "Destroy them, let these lowly beings know that only death is the only outcome for their attempt to challenge the dragon race!"

Lucoa, who was following behind this "Dragon God," suddenly had an urge to ask what the connection was between the forest elves joining the Order faction and provoking the dragons, but considering that she was still surrounded by three giant dragons, she decided to give up.

However, judging from its previous actions—forcing itself to join the war under the guise of "the glory of the dragons," exploiting the goblin treasures under the name of "traitors of chaos," and directly targeting the forest elves who had not taken any hostile actions against the dragons by "joining the order camp without authorization"—it is clear that this "dragon god" no longer has any illusions about its integrity.

Even the claim that the "Dragon God" would return to its homeland if the war was won has been met with great skepticism.

Deathwing had neither the energy nor the time to pay attention to the various thoughts of the pterosaurs behind him. Even if he knew, he would just say "oh" and that would be it. The dragons had already come all this way. Could they really decide for themselves whether to leave or stay?

From beginning to end, there was only one thing that truly deserved the attention of this dragon from another world.

Find the forest elves and destroy them.

—The will of the “Creator”.

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The Forest Elf race is the seventh in the sixteen-race sequence, characterized by long ears and white skin.

The creator god is Kainas, a forest god who was born from the concept of nature and materialized.

This race is most skilled in magic and possesses a wide variety of spells. They are the only race besides the gods who can unleash multiple spells, but the absolute number they can control is not as high as that of the higher races.

Even so, relying on this ability, the forest elves still occupy large areas of magically rich forests in the world, and after joining the Order, they use these areas to pose a great threat to all kinds of creatures that pass by, including dragons.

However, since the forest elves joined the ranks of the Order after the Dragon God had already fallen, they have never taken any hostile actions against the dragon race... But so what?

When has the Chaos faction ever needed a legitimate reason to do its things?

Wielding fire-attribute magic that stretched for hundreds of miles, the giant dragon decisively hurled a "small fireball" stacked 30,000 times towards the center of the forest.

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 391 Forest Spirits

As a race created by the forest god Kainas, born from and materialized from the concept of nature, the existence of the forest elves can be said to be completely linked to the "forest". One of the most direct manifestations is that all the settlement areas of the forest elves are composed of vast and magical forests. The larger the area of ​​the forest and the more concentrated the magic, the stronger the forest elves who settle in the area.

Following this common understanding, the dragon didn't even need to deliberately search for the possible location of the forest god. Instead, after crossing the goblin territory, it headed straight for the most vast forest area in the heart of the continent.

Naturally, it would be difficult for the forest elves below to ignore such a striking sight as five enormous targets flew over the forest. However, due to some concerns, the forest elves did not intend to obstruct the five dragons. In fact, they tried their best to reduce their magical fluctuations as the dragons passed overhead to avoid attracting their attention.

For these elves, the best-case scenario was that the five dragons were just passing by and would leave immediately...

"Lord Kainas, now that we have joined the war of order, why do we continue to ignore these five chaotic dragons?"

In the very heart of the forest, in a bustling city built by forest elves, an elf asks a perplexing question.

Unlike the forging god who was almost "isolated from the world," in the eyes of the elves, the forest god Kainas had never left this land for even a second. Thus, a scene that was almost impossible for the goblin race occurred.

“They are not ordinary dragons, my children.”

The gentle voice carried a hint of hesitation. Even though it did not reveal its presence to the elves, the deity dwelling in this forest did respond: "The dragon deity has returned and is forcing the goblin race to renew their alliance. Attacking them here would be tantamount to starting another war."

Although some of the questions were answered, the elf was still puzzled: "Lord Kainas, didn't the Forest Elves join the Order's camp to win this war?"

A moment of deathly silence fell over the vast forest temple, and then for a long while.

"...Order may prevail, but it is by no means something you can take away, my child."

The elf's doubts deepened, and just as she was about to ask more questions, from behind the clouds above the temple, a large amount of fire elemental fluctuations stirred up the magic power within a radius of hundreds of miles, and with a dragon roar that made no attempt to conceal its hostility, it crashed down towards the ground.

The first thing we encountered was the magic circle above the forest.

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If we're talking purely about their expertise in magic, the Forest Elves are probably the race in this world that has studied it most deeply. And as a race with such achievements, they naturally apply the results of their research to reality.

The defensive magic circle erected above their capital is a testament to the profound magical civilization of the Forest Elves, and, aside from the forest god "Kainas," it is their greatest source of confidence in personally participating in the fight against the chaotic forces.

Almost as soon as the fire element in the sky began to condense, a magic circle gradually appeared, encompassing the entire forest, including the capital of the forest elves. Subsequently, with the help of countless elves who had reacted, layer upon layer of secondary barriers were created, piling up in the air nearly three thousand meters above the ground.

At the same time, the "culprit" behind the clouds that had been stirring up chaos in the fire element over hundreds of miles also broke through... or rather, "melted" through the clouds, and was directly exposed to countless eyes below.

"...Fireball?"

Staring in astonishment at the slowly falling "fireball," the elf, refusing to believe it, once again used the unique magical analysis techniques of the forest elves to analyze the magical formula that constituted the "fireball," but the result was exactly the same as before.

From beginning to end, it's just a fireball spell that can be seen everywhere and even humans who have been "blessed" can easily create. But—does a "fireball" with a diameter of more than one thousand meters really exist in this world, as if it dragged one of the countless stars that revolve around this world and fell to form a sun-like "fireball"?

The elf quickly rejected the result of his analysis of the magic formula. After all, the caster of this magic was a superior race, a divine species like the forest god Kainas. It would be easy for someone of a lower race like himself to have such an illusion.

Having made the decision, the elf quickly put aside other thoughts and did everything he could to increase the output of magic in his hands, trying to make the "barrier" that the forest elves were so proud of above his head even more solid. Before long, as the surrounding temperature rose sharply, the falling "fireball" officially came into contact with the top layer of the "magic barrier".

A barely audible, slight "click" sound rang out.

Then, under the gaze of countless bewildered eyes, the cracking sounds of the "barriers" breaking quickly blended together. The "fireballs" falling from the sky didn't even pause for a moment. Accompanied by the sparks of shattered magic, they easily crushed thousands of layers of "magical barriers" along the way, and also crushed the nascent confidence of the elves at the bottom.

Watching this scene, the reclusive deity sighed. Just before the falling fireball was about to crush the last "barrier" and hit the ground, the immense magical power that had been shrouding this forest for countless years concentrated at one point, easily fixing the falling "fireball" in place and pushing it back into the sky.

"Lord Kainas!"

"It's the forest god who's made his move—"

"Defeat the evil dragons."

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High-altitude atmosphere.

Deathwing, who had been pushed back by "Fireball Spirit One (Seven) Si Wu Jiu Si Jiu Eight Balls", showed a disdainful expression and turned his head to give an order to the four dragons behind him: "The overconfident god has emerged. Before I crush its soul and will into dust, deal with those lowly inferior beings below."

Without waiting for the four dragons' response, it folded its wings and plummeted downwards into the "fireball" that was being propelled and accelerated by Kainas. As the two collided, the "war of the gods," which had once subsided on this land, reignited. However, this time the protagonists were no longer the heavens and purgatory...

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 392 Kainas

Falling at nearly three times the speed of sound, Deathwing collided head-on with the "small fireball" he himself had cast. The latter was inevitably shattered by the dragon's powerful physical strength. Under Kainas's deliberate manipulation below, the circular tide of fire elementals avoided the area below and swept outwards along the horizontal line at an altitude of over 10,000 meters.

Affected by this elemental tide, even the elemental structure that forms the basis of this space is showing signs of disintegration.

Noticing this, Deathwing had to suppress the urge to fight a direct battle here. Instead, he opened his mouth towards the blurry humanoid silhouette behind the dissipating flames—the direction of the forest god Kainas. The vast amount of faith power stored within him, which had almost torn his body apart, was transformed into "divine power," which was all too familiar to the gods. In a series of intricate and complex magical transformations, he unleashed it forward in the form of "Dragon Breath Bell - Wo Ling Chan (II) Ling Qi (4) Ba Flame."

Facing Deathwing's attack head-on, Kainas had no choice but to retreat a short distance, just as Deathwing needed to do so.

The flames spewing from its mouth, fueled by faith, showed no sign of stopping; in fact, it increased its "fuel" input. To Kainas's astonishment from afar, this "dragon god" seemed to be throwing away the power of faith within its body—equivalent to life force for a divine species—as if it were free.

Has it gone mad?

Just as the forest god involuntarily had this thought in his mind, the flames spewing from the dragon's mouth in the distance underwent a qualitative transformation as their quantity accumulated and compressed.

Before the flames, compressed with excessive energy, could fully react, they were spewed out by the dragon. The originally overwhelming sea of ​​fire was quickly replaced by a "pillar of light" composed of magic, elements, and faith. Facing the forest god in the distance with an incredulous expression, the dragon, which was consuming astronomical amounts of faith power every second, shook its head.

Silently, the "beam of light" left a deep, unfathomable "scratch" along the edge of the forest where the forest elves resided, then accurately struck the forest god who couldn't dodge in time, and with its remaining force, split the "fire clouds" above in two before finally disappearing into the horizon...

It closed its mouth, and faint sparks of fire could still be seen emanating from between the dragon's nostrils. After shaking its head to suppress this feeling of unease, it looked with satisfaction at the basin below.

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With its wings folded, the giant dragon descended from the sky, completely ignoring the despair and curses of the lower beings around it. Its golden vertical pupils scrutinized the forest god, whose body had already dissipated by more than half and was still withering under the erosion of flames.

Even though the faith from the forest elves continued to pour in and repair it, it was a drop in the ocean compared to the burning speed of the flame of faith emanating from its body. If nothing unexpected happened, this god, who had existed for countless years and single-handedly created the vast forest elf race, would perish on the very land that gave birth to it...

"Fool, who do you think you're fighting?"

With a flick of its scaly tail, the dragon swatted away and crushed several powerful elves who tried to approach, then looked down at the dying god below: "I only need a tiny spark to easily take your life."

As his faith was severely depleted, Kainas's body gradually disintegrated. After waiting for a while without receiving further instructions from the "Creator," Deathwing lost interest in continuing his toy and simply raised his claws to strike—

"and many more--"

As if stopped by the call from the distant elf, the dragon's downward swipe of its claws came to an abrupt halt. After a brief pause, Deathwing slowly retracted its claws.

Golden vertical pupils gaze ahead.

Swallowing hard, the elf did its best to resist the instinctive fear emanating from its body. At this moment, it understood why there were so many strong people in this world, but so few "dragon slayers".

Putting everything else aside, simply standing in front of these superior beings is already a huge challenge for inferior beings, let alone raising a weapon to fight them... The elf doubted whether his strongest "eightfold magic" could leave even a trace on the dragon's scales.

Numerous thoughts swirled in his mind, but Deathwing made no move during this time, simply watching the elf calmly.

Composing himself, the elf spoke his prepared words: "I possess information about the goblin race's secret weapon, 'Marrow Burst.' If Your Majesty the Dragon God can relinquish your responsibility for the forest elves, then I am willing to hand over this information to you!"