"What do you mean?" Caesar asked the Lord of the burning prison.


    "Hold high the divine fire and go directly to the gods. We are experts in this thing, because this game is spread from the monarch of the upper world."


    Azrils disdained his lips and said, "you should have heard of the virtual divine lattice. If conditions permit, the unstable and weak original divine lattice can be forged by holding the divine fire and divine lattice fragments through the virtual divine lattice. Having the original divine lattice is, in a sense, the real God!"


    Caesar frowned slightly, "there is still a chance to remedy?"


    "Where does it need to be remedied? It''s so simple for you to be a true God?"


    Azrils''s tone became sinister and fierce, reproducing the momentum of the abyss Lord: "If you want to become a God, you have to wait a while until the rules of the star world admit that this is the first. Second, the guy who takes this road to become a God can only have weak divine power in the end. What''s more, after becoming a God, all his power comes from faith. Where can Monet find a wide range of believers who can provide strong faith? With these derivatives and unwise armies? This fool It will only become weaker and weaker and eventually die. "


    "The upper world has existed for tens of millions of years and is ahead of queldore for many times. Most of the extremely powerful abyss monarchs have the ability to hunt gods. It''s not difficult to rely on this road to achieve true gods. But in the star world, when have you heard that demons have tried this game? Because we know it''s not worth it, it won''t make us stronger and stronger, it will only make us stronger The body is weaker and brings more constraints. Moreover, in the eyes of our upper world creatures, the so-called gods are just a group of poor people who play with rules and yearn for faith. These gods only let all forces in the star world, the main material world, the half plane and the element plane support hell, but also make a 50-50 break with our upper world. "


    "You talk too much." Caesar ignored azrils'' teeth and claws and glared at him with dissatisfaction: "I asked Monet what to do now, great monarch of the abyss."


    "I can''t wait to see this fool. Then we''ll wait for him to become a God. The incarnation of God only consumes five parts of his power, and the melting and casting of God lattice consumes two parts of his power. Later, your army will consume two parts of his power." azrils was rare and lifeless, and his voice was faint: "the original God lattice is much better than god fire."


    The failure of the Dragon God and the queen of the dragon has greatly hit the morale of the giant dragons. The metal dragons and the five color dragons are still fighting, but the more rational dragons know that failure is inevitable, and they need a new turn to recover the decline.


    Monet retreated and let his army block all possible enemies. Turbulence gushed out of the hole behind Monet. It was the air flow caused by the shuttle of countless Viper dragons. The giant dragons felt dizzy. The Viper dragons hissed at the frequency of infrasound waves. The sound of tens of thousands of viper dragons hissing together was like an infrasound wave explosion. Imagine the scene of a river burst For example, the waves and floods roll down like thunder. This is the picture in front of us. The flood splashes out after pouring out of the cave. Each spray is an Viper dragon with golden pupils and sharp claw blades, full of desire for blood.


    Caesar stood by the rock of the ridge and looked into the deep black vortex. Thousands of viper dragons crawled around Monet''s huge body, and the body gradually withered. As azrils said, it couldn''t wait. After getting rid of the threat of Bahamut and Tiamat, Monet began to prepare to melt and cast the divine personality.


    However, the estimation of the inflammatory prison monarch was also insufficient, because Monet was not stupid. He did not exhaust his strength. Caesar stared at Monet''s every move and found that it was drawing strength from the Viper to supplement itself, that is, Monet would not make himself weak enough to resist external threats.


    "It''s really a cold and ruthless rational creature. Swallow their derivatives to recover themselves." azrils saw those derivatives that returned to Monet and said coldly: "these things are not only prepared for war, but also a resource reserve for Monet. Black dragon, what are the follow-up arrangements for the so-called alliance?"


    "These troops..."


    Halfway through Caesar''s words, he was silent for a few seconds: "No."


    Azrils also remained silent for a few seconds, and then his voice suddenly became lazy. "Then we can only do it. After swallowing these derivatives, it will become stronger. I don''t know if there is still a chance."


    There was a loud noise and the rocks collapsed. It seemed that there was a high-pressure gas explosion at Caesar''s place. The air flow suddenly expanded, like a sharp blade. When he looked back, he was no longer in place and crossed a distance of nearly kilometers in a second.


    Two seconds, four seconds, six seconds


    When the horizon catches Caesar''s figure stably again, he has stood in front of Monet.


    Viper dragons fly alternately and scream, roar and scratch in the huge space. They will attack anyone and any creature, but Caesar is not included, because the two swords that killed the giant snake prove that he is a powerful person who can talk to Monet. Such a powerful person is qualified to meet their monarch.


    Monet, with his head held high, looked down at him: "mortals on the material plane, see me face to face, do you have anything to say?"


    "Tut Tut, you have already claimed to be a God. The mortal on the material plane, the black dragon, is mocking you." this is azrils''s words.


    "I know."


    Caesar answered him and looked up, "Hello, Monet. Have a fight."


    Less nonsense, simple and rough, Caesar slowly gave birth to more fine scales. The scales were fastened like dark heavy armor. His sharp claws held the burning blade. At the same time, his joints reversed. The hot black fire flashed away and cut Monet''s head obliquely.


    There was no air flow, the air broke up in an instant, and Caesar''s burning blade formed an arc-shaped vacuum area. The two demigods could do whatever they wanted in the main material world to break all obstacles. Monet hissed, the Dragon scales were angry, and the changing light flowed in the huge and complex pupils, reflecting Caesar''s figure. It was only a knife, which almost crushed its spell defense, Even the incarnation of the Dragon God and queen didn''t put so much pressure on it.


    "Roar!"


    Monet opened his mouth and roared. The three heads living in the middle of his body were breathing. The air flow in his big mouth gathered into an energy tornado, wrapped in burning flames and dazzling electric arcs, bombarded Caesar in front.


    Caesar had nowhere to dodge and could only move forward against the energy flow. It seemed that an invisible blade in front of him divided the flame arc into two and rubbed his body left and right.


    The heavy burden of this form of psionic defense made him cough up a mouthful of blood, but Caesar threw up on the ground and continued to move forward.


    The burning blade vibrated, like the recovery of the abyss monarch, roaring, and the second knife completely cut Monet''s spell defense.


    "Since my birth, in the material plane, nothing can fight with me, and nothing can try to hurt me." Monet hissed: "even the Dragon God and the Dragon Queen are not my opponents here. What are you? I am the God of queldore, and I am immortal!"


    "It''s time to wake you up," said Caesar, throwing the sword away and inserting the blade into the mud and stone.