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- Chapter 324: Eight-Winged Dragon God
Walking down from the back of the hall, the soft magic light shines on the white stone steps, spiraling all the way down. Even though the light is always sufficient, the surroundings are uncontrollably filled with a depressing atmosphere, not only deep underground , especially because of the increasingly powerful pressure ahead.
The pope¡¯s health was so bad that he couldn¡¯t walk a few steps without stopping to rest for a while. Verdias supported the old man, his eyes full of worry. The long downhill steps finally reached the end. In Yao Yan's opinion, he probably passed through the dragon's neck and reached the chest cavity.
Then Yao Yan lowered his head and saw the Eight-Winged Dragon God.
It is almost completely different from the eight-winged dragon god in Yao Yan's imagination. This scene was completely beyond Yao Yan's expectation.
The chest of the ancient dragon is an extremely huge space. In this chest, there seems to be a heart beating, making a constant thumping sound. The low heartbeat makes Yao Yan's chest feel tight and he squints. His eyes looked towards the huge beating heart in the middle of the chest and the eight-winged dragon god outside the heart.
Yao Yan has thought about what the Eight-Winged Dragon God looks like many times. In this world, the Eight-Winged Dragon God itself is an aggressive existence, and its magic network is also particularly special and powerful, but he has never thought about it. However, it turns out that the Eight-Winged Dragon God is like this.
The eight-winged dragon god in front of him, not to mention the size of the Black Dragon King, is much smaller than an ordinary giant dragon. He looks more like a baby dragon. What's even more conspicuous is that it only has half of its body. The huge scar cut it diagonally and split it in half, leaving only his head, left shoulder, left wing, left front paw and half of his left foot.
And the other parts of his body were not included in the huge heart that had been beating for hundreds of thousands of years, and it seemed that he was relying on that huge heart to maintain life.
This is the Eight-Winged Dragon God.
There are no eight wings, not even a complete pair of wings.
His body was all white and looked extremely holy and beautiful. Yao Yan couldn't recognize what kind of dragon it was, but he just felt that compared to the ferocious black dragon, the appearance of the eight-winged dragon god looked much softer.
However, when the eight-winged dragon god opened his eyes, Yao Yan discovered that a dragon was a dragon. Even if he lost half of his body, his eyes were still full of majesty.
¡°What¡¯s more than majesty is the age and loneliness that cannot be concealed.
Although the Eight-Winged Dragon God was small, he was much larger than Yao Yan. Yao Yan walked forward. The Eight-Winged Dragon God raised his neck and looked at Yao Yan condescendingly, but he just nodded and turned around. In the direction of the Pope, he asked: "Is the ceremony over?"
"Yes, His Majesty the Dragon God!" It was Verdias who answered him. Verdias supported the Pope and knelt down half-kneeling. He did not dare to raise his head to look at the Eight-Winged Dragon God. Naturally, he could not see that Yao Yan was stretching his arms in a rebellious manner. He reached out and touched the dragon's whiskers on the chin of the Eight-Winged Dragon God.
The Eight-Winged Dragon God lowered his head, his huge eyes reflected Yao Yan's figure, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and said: "Your Excellency Yao Yan, is it unexpected to see me like this?"
Yao Yan did not deny it, the Eight-Winged Dragon God said: "Everyone regards becoming a god as their highest pursuit, but they don't know that every god is suffering unbearable pain. For the master of the magic network, the magic network is It¡¯s yourself. If the magic net is incomplete, you will also be damaged. If it is only partially damaged, it will only cause slight pain, but the incomplete is incomplete after all"
He usually has no one to say about this kind of thing. As a god, he can only hide all kinds of pain in his heart.
"But what flowed through Yao Yan's heart was the embarrassing situation he had seen among the many masters of the magic network.
The body of the Lord of Flowing Fire has become a part of the fire elemental world. The Black Dragon King is suffering from the pain of gaining weight in middle age, but half of the eight-winged dragon god in front of him is missing.
"Do you know why this world is full of disputes, but the battle between the masters of the magic network is rarely started?" the eight-winged dragon god asked. Up to now, it can be regarded as a battle between the masters of the magic network. The only time that Yao Yan and three people surrounded Intis was that time, and Indis was just an extremely small magic net.
"That's because many of our Demonic Network Masters have been suffering the consequences of the last Demonic Network Master war. The incomplete Demonic Network has imprisoned us and endured eternal pain from which we cannot escape." He lowered his head. Looking at Yao Yan, the Eight-winged Dragon God felt that he was sure of something. He slowly said: "But you are different. Your magic network is complete"
Yao Yan thought for a while, nodded, and then shook his head.
Yao Yan already knew that the incompleteness of the Magic Network would bring various flaws to the Master of the Magic Network, and as he had once taken down a magic string from the Magic Network with his own hands, he had a deeper understanding of this imperfection. ??He took away one of the Magic Network's strings from Nestor. The pain at that time was like removing a rib from the body, but Nestor's pain was different from that of ordinary Magic Network masters, just because Discomfort caused by spiritual connection with the Demonic Network. Because in the final analysis, the magic net belongs to Yao Yan. Nester is just the master of the magic net guided by Yao Yan. If Yao Yan's magic net alludes to his body, a string of the magic net can at most be regarded as a cells, causing no damage to the body.
But if you lose it, you have to use various things to make up for it. This process is like transplanting other people's organs forcibly, and there are various sequelae waiting behind.
Seemingly understanding what Yao Yan meant by shaking his head and nodding, the Eight-Winged Dragon God lowered his head and said, "I heard that you want to make a deal with me. What kind of deal is it?"
Although Verdias did not dare to raise his head, he pricked up his ears and listened secretly. He knew that this so-called transaction should have something to do with the Pope, but he found that he heard nothing and there was dead silence around him. Verdias quietly raised his head and looked forward, and saw Yao Yanzheng talking to the Eight-Winged Dragon God. The Eight-Winged Dragon God frowned slightly, nodded, and agreed.
Then Yao Yan happily patted the Eight-Winged Dragon God's nose. This rebellious move made Verdias almost die due to a tachycardia.
After a while, the power of isolating the sound disappeared. Yao Yan turned around and walked towards the two of them. The Eight-Winged Dragon God said: "Although I agreed, this matter still depends on Andrew's own choice. He has contributed to the Dragon Worship Cult." There are many, and we cannot force him to make a choice just because of our transaction."
"Andrew!" The eight-winged dragon god raised his voice.
"Here, Your Majesty the Dragon God!" The Pope raised his voice slightly, but he still couldn't hide his weakness.
"Lord Yao Yan wants you to leave the Dragon Worship Cult with him and become a lightning-slaying magic net walker. As one of the conditions in exchange, he will help you recover." The Eight-Winged Dragon God paused and said : "Now answer me seriously whether you are willing to go."
"Your Majesty the Dragon God" The Pope raised his head and looked into the huge eyes of the Eight-Winged Dragon God. The inner struggle almost turned into reality in his eyes. The Eight-Winged Dragon God sighed: "You don't have to answer, I will do it for you." You have a choice, go ahead."
"Your Majesty!" Whether it was surprise or helplessness, the Pope struggled to stand up.
"Verdias" the Eight-Winged Dragon God whispered, "You should go too."
"Your Majesty the Dragon God!" Verdias was completely surprised. As a confidant of the Pope, the Pope's abdication represents his loss of power. If the Pope passes away, what awaits him will be endless limbo. Being able to follow the Pope will be his best choice.
However, what the Eight-Winged Dragon God is actually paying attention to is not Verdias, but the Pope's body. When the Pope stood up, the Eight-Winged Dragon God said: "Andrew, my friend, take care."
The voice was very low and seemed to ring in the Pope's ears. The Pope did not look back. He was supported by Verdias and left first.
"Then, goodbye." He turned around and waved to the Eight-Winged Dragon God, and Yao Yan followed here.
"I have done what I promised, and I hope you can do it too." Looking at Yao Yan's back, the Eight-Winged Dragon God whispered. Yao Yan laughed, turned and left.
The Conferment Ceremony had just ended, and when many guests were about to leave, another shocking news came. The former Pope Heinrich St. Andrew, who had just stepped down, had passed away. While everyone was shocked by the death of a demigod master, they were also secretly guessing in their hearts. Even for a huge force like the Dragon Worship Cult, the loss of a semi-god-level master is a heavy blow. The Dragon Worship Cult has just changed to a new pope, and the old pope has passed away. Will it bring about Dragon Worship? Due to the changes in the teaching style, those forces that were forced into a corner by the Dragon Worship Cult secretly wondered whether they would be able to get some breathing space.
Many people are very happy. Every Pope of the Dragon Worship Cult has his hands stained with blood. He is called a executioner or a butcher. He can stop children from crying. These people are pretending to be sad. With a look of despair, he applauded secretly in his heart: "Okay, die well!"
So although these people ostensibly stayed to attend the funeral of the old Pope of the Dragon Worship Cult, secretly, they immediately sent people to spread the news back. The news of the death of the Dragon Worship Cult Pope spread throughout the Broken Continent in an instant.
And while everyone was talking about the death of the Pope of the Dragon Worship Sect, in the distant wilderness of Liyuan, on the second floor of Sky Nam Town, a slightly tired Yao Yan walked with a man with white hair and a face that looked like a middle-aged man. The tall old man walked out of the room and went to the lobby on the first floor.
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Andrew's eyes glanced over, and Slote subconsciously assumed a defensive posture. The pressure on this man was really amazing.
Over there, Nestor covered his mouth and snickered, waiting for the next development of the situation.
"Well, our guild doesn't raise idle people, what are you good at?" Yao Yan asked Andrew beside him.
"If it's to manage a guild, even though I haven't done it before, I should be able to do it." Andrew said with a hint of arrogance.
"Our guild doesn't need to be managed. Lilith can solve any problem." Yao Yan said. Lilith, who was sitting in the corner, gave a shy smile. Yao Yan waved his hand and said: "At the request of these idle guys, Let¡¯s renovate the guild hall and expand the bar area. We also need a bartender. Andrew, are you qualified or not?¡±
"As you command, President" Bowing slightly, a smile appeared on Andrew's lips.
"Bartender?" I remember that before I became the Holy Son of the Dragon Worship Cult, I used to be a bartender.
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