There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 570, The Fallen Ancient Dragon King
It wasn't a big problem, but Xiao Yang felt he wouldn't be able to get away anytime soon.

The decaying land has been tremoring continuously these past few days.

This has caused many strange phenomena.

Xiao Yang had no choice but to return to Hope City to defend it.

"For example, right now."

Head up.

Above the world, beyond the shattered crystal walls of the decaying land.

The ancient dragon king, which blotted out the sky, cried out in despair, like a bird with broken wings.

Blood fell into the world, congealing into red gems, falling like raindrops.

The one who did all this was a colossal, thunderous giant that blotted out the sky.

A terrifyingly huge giant, its entire body crackling with violent lightning.

He was extremely powerful; Xiao Yang even sensed an aura similar to that of the Pale Hand emanating from him.

It was only close, but still a step below the Pale Hand, or even far inferior—a very strange feeling.

I feel like everything is correct.

But strangely enough...

"Both 'almost worse' and 'far worse' seem to be correct?"

The Ancient Dragon King crashed heavily onto the crystal wall of the decaying land, raising its head high and letting out a mournful cry. At this moment, Xiao Yang was able to witness another side of its enormous body.

Like wings carved from ancient rocks, six pairs of wings, half of which are broken and missing, leaving only some shocking bone fragments on the back.

just now.

In the hands of that terrifying giant, the Ancient Dragon King had another wing torn off.

The Ancient Dragon King at his peak would be no less formidable than this Thunder Giant.

The Thunder Giant also sustained injuries.

A gruesome wound torn open from the chest.

but now.

Even Xiao Yang, who stood in the City of Hope, could see the weakness and exhaustion of the Ancient Dragon King.

The ancient dragonborn in the City of Hope listened to the lament of the Ancient Dragon King, their faces showing clear sorrow.

An angry roar.

Dragging its body, which looked as if it had been skinned alive, it transformed into a giant dragon and soared into the sky from the City of Hope.

The beings roaming outside the Rotten Lands are not limited to the Ancient Dragon King.

"A colossal creature slowly emerging from the depths of the dark void."

A distorted and twisted ancient green tree.

One by one, the figures of gods were dimmed.

The remaining forces of the Lost Ones faction emerged at this moment.

Unfortunately, it wasn't just this terrifying giant, whose body was wreathed in lightning, that arrived.

Fluttering flags, and majestic figures, densely packed and neatly lined up, stood atop the eastern pavilion that spanned the void.

A slowly moving black hole fortress that devours everything around it.

In the illusory grand hall, the phantom images of gods of all sizes sat on rows of chairs.

Each of them is an existence that transcends ordinary gods.

Countless dragons gathered from all directions, circling around the ancient dragon king who lay prostrate outside the world.

To be honest, Xiao Yang didn't understand what had happened.

However, the seriousness of the scene was immediately apparent.

"He is not prepared to back down, nor can he back down."

Pull open the dungeon door and prepare to join the confrontation beyond this world.

At this moment, a scene that was hard to understand appeared.

Faced with the imposing figures from beyond the world, the evil gods of the Rotten Land stepped forward one by one.

Countless figures, black figures, emerged from this world that was almost stained black.

They each possessed a different aura.

Some are like the God of Spikes, the shame of evil gods, while others are comparable to the figures gathered from beyond the world.

There were so many of these guys, a huge number, they were packed together.

This is a terrifying number, enough to make anyone stop all movement.

Perhaps no one expected that so many evil gods would gather in the rotten land.

Except Xiao Yang.

He's the kind of guy who's actually walked this damn land.

What's even more perplexing is that "these guys seem to be on my side right now."

"It's one of our own."

The arrival of the Gods' Game answered some of Xiao Yang's questions.

The world salvation plan has failed.

The chances of saving the Radiant World have fallen below one percent.

The sudden appearance of the divine game prompt made Xiao Yang shift his gaze from the high heavens down.

He realized a very serious problem.

"So, does that mean I no longer need to be the savior of the world?"

pause.

Such an unconventional statement brought the game of gods in the 33214 world to a standstill.

Fortunately, the conversation continued.

Did everyone vote against the Rotten Land?

Compared to the once glorious Great World, Xiao Yang was more familiar with the name Rotten Land.

【no】

So who cast that crucial dissenting vote?

【Aesir】

They are inclined to utterly destroy the decaying land and transform this star system into an eternal battlefield for the gods.

"Are only the Aesir gods?"

Only the Aesir gods are before us.

Head up.

Of the various parties that arrived from outside the world, most of them, except for that terrifying thunder giant, maintained a silent stance.

The pop-up notifications from the game featuring the gods continued uninterrupted.

A new world will has been born in the Radiant World, and the gods of the mind have been favored. This has broken the rules, and the material world cannot be completely bound by the Sea of ​​Mind.

Xiao Yang already knew about this matter beforehand.

But he did not expect it to bring about such a change.

Or perhaps I've thought of it.

But I didn't expect it all to happen so quickly.

"Plans can never keep up with changes."

Xiao Yang preferred to take the initiative to fight those messy evil gods.

But not everything can be solved by beating up the other party.

Let's take a simple look.

[It has reached a dead end, and has entered a stage of decay where it is in a final burst of energy.]

"It has split apart."

The world, on the verge of death, abandoned its will to cling to life and, driven by the instinct for survival, actively chose the giant rats that parasitized it.

Those monstrous, evil gods received favor.

This is indeed a very good approach.

At least it can survive, instead of completely collapsing one day and turning into a ruin that slowly crumbles in the void.

To become a dead whale big enough.

But this situation terrified the normal neighbors living near the decaying land.

A sufficiently large dead whale can also be described in another way.

"The septic tank is about to explode."

"At the core of the boundary vortex, there is a decaying and desolate world, a huge cesspool that is about to explode."

Previously, this septic tank only posed a risk of explosion.

But now, this septic tank is about to be completely blown up.

So, a rather assertive neighbor came over, intending to forcibly demolish the dangerous septic tank, and angrily waved his arms at the poor original inhabitants who had been forced to evacuate their houses due to the septic tank explosion.

In principle, Xiao Yang could understand such behavior.

But he wasn't emotionally able to accept it.

Because in a way, he was the one who hadn't even evacuated and was right next to the septic tank that was about to explode.

That unlucky guy who's bound to get blown up.

At this point, he had to stay inside the house, watching his neighbor angrily waving his arms at him.

This is somewhat hard to accept.

(End of this chapter)