Boom!

Forlan stood up again as this was the fifth time he was crushed to the ground. At this point, he realized it was just impossible to kill a dragon. At least, it was impossible to kill the dragon in front of him.

He glanced at his friend in the distance. Hemlin did not do anything, just watching from a distance. It looked like his friends had no intention of helping him. If Hemlin helped him here, they had a small chance to take down the dragon.

“Don’t be stupid, Forlan. Just apologize and maybe you will be forgiven by His Majesty. We have no chance to win even if I help you,” Hemlin shook his head, “You might not notice it, but she just destroyed the barrier that has been protecting The Elf’s territory for years.”

Hearing that, he looked past Avyn and realized the barrier was no longer there, “But when?”

Forlan was focused on the massive dragon in front of him all this time. The blizzard and the beating might be the reason why he did not notice when the barrier broke apart.

‘There’s no way I can win against this dragon!’

It was at this moment he realized there was no chance to defeat the dragon even with Hemlin’s help. This dragon easily broke the barrier that the seven Gods failed to break for years. The worst part was that she broke it unintentionally. It was not like she focused her firepower on the barrier, but on him.

“With such little power, and yet you dare to call Tang Shaoyang trash?” The dragon stood right in front of Forlan.

Forlan breathed roughly as his will to fight the dragon completely disappeared. Hemlin did not lie to him. She was a dragon, a dragon he could not defeat with his current level.

That just confused him even more for the fact that such a strong dragon followed a Demi-God Rank. He could not understand why? What is so special about this Tang Shaoyang?

“I think we know who’s the trash now,” She breathed out the frost breath and froze Forlan’s fire elemental body but his head, “With a flick of my finger, you will die!”

Avyn brought her giant finger in front of Forlan. A single flick would tear his body into pieces. Forlan could see his life was in front of the death door.

Hemlin finally made his move as he was really afraid that Avyn might kill his friend, “Please forgive my friend.”

Hemlin’s heart skipped a beat when those eyes locked on him. He thought he would be the one who received her wrath instead of his friend.

“From now on, you are trash. There’s no more Forlan, but Trash!” Avyn backed up after saying that. She was that petty to call The God Rank a trash.

Hemlin did not bother to complain about that. He was glad that Avyn did not kill his friend. And it was the same for Forlan. He was alive, but he would be called Trash by the dragon for the rest of his life.

“Are you done watching?” Then both heard Avyn talking to someone else. The question was not for them. They followed where Avyn looked and found a figure with a black cloak and a mask floating in the air.

The Clown God was here all this time, watching the fight between Forlan and the dragon. It was not really a fight either. He just watched Forlan being beaten by the dragon. He hoped the dragon would kill Forlan for good.

“Have you called your friend? I can’t kill you because your head will be reserved by someone else.”

If it was just Hemlin and Forlan, he might just need one of his friends. But he needed at least two friends, and by the look of how the dragon thrashed Forlan. He might need more than two of his friends.

“No wonder you call for both of us,” Zendia The Martial God took a deep breath at the sight of the dragon.

The ice dragon in front of him was not on the list of the dragons they knew about. The problem was the two people below the dragon. He perceived a strong aura from them.

“Whose those two?”

“They are Hemlin and Forlan. I think we need Burning and Randal as well,” Esteven The Clown God furrowed his brows, “Two of us will contain the dragon. And two of you will kill those two while I will head to meet Lunea. There’s no more barrier.”

There was no need for Esteven to say it because Zendia already sent a message to Randal and Burning at the sight of an unlisted dragon. Ths chapter is updated by Noᴠꜰre.nt

“I am not going to hold the dragon. I will fight Forlan instead,” Carison the new God, Sword God, chose easy prey. Forlan was frozen inside the ice, not being able to move. An easy target for his debut as one of the Gods of The Radiant Temple.

The Martial God slapped the back of Carison’s head, “We are going to hold this dragon until Randal and Burning are here. Get yourself ready. We have to use everything from the start if you don’t want to die.”

Zendia equipped himself with a massive blue metallic gauntlet. His skin then turned into black metal skin. He slammed the gauntlet against each other, creating a shock wave.

“We will take care of the situation. Get Lunea on our side, Esteven. If Lunea is here, then we can kill this dragon!”

Lunea might not be someone with the most destructive power, but her ability to support them in the fight was more important than his fist.

Carison listened to the order despite his unwillingness to fight the dragon. It was not like he had other choices. His hair turned longer and became white, his eyes turned black, her skin also blackened with cracks appearing on his skin, and a pair of small horns protruded up on his forehead.

Carison looked like a demon with his transformation because of his demonic bloodline, Abyssal Fiend. It was a rare bloodline that perfected his swordplay. Both were ready to fight the ice dragon as The Clown God rushed toward The Osligia Kingdom.