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Chapter 226 The Fate of the Abandoned Clan

She even felt something was off about the identity of this "Primordial Dragon". Why did she not know anything about this thing after she had been here for several days, but the whole world seemed to change after she shook Xue's Law?
Soon, things progressed with unexpected efficiency. On her very first day infiltrating the dragon race, Olivia was granted an audience with the Tyrannosaurus God, accompanied by two other "candidates for kingship" from her cohort.

Unlike those who suddenly squeezed in through the identity of some "Primordial Dragon," the other two dragonmen were candidates from large families, individuals she could deduce from her previous intelligence.

Therefore, she was more familiar with the two people; all she needed to know was that they represented the two major races of the dragon race.

However, their so-called family and identity are completely vulnerable when facing the "Tyrannosaurus God," and may even become a disadvantage in the King's selection.

The social structure of the dragon race is very strange, somewhat similar to that of a religious state. The Tyrannosaurus God is the supreme "god", and all dragons under the Tyrannosaurus God are equal. Here, dragons of all races are treated equally.

The so-called family is actually more like a bond formed between several wise old dragons, just like the merchant families in a religious country who donate more money. But no matter how much money they donate, their sons have no advantage in being chosen as popes.

On the sacred mountain, the ancient bronze gate slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged man sitting on a bronze throne.

Unlike the "dragon people" in the outside world who have a lot of reptilian features, this Tyrannosaurus God is more like a pure "human" than a dragon. However, when he raises his head, his reptilian-like vertical pupils seem to emit a hopeful light.

What kind of look was that? Olivia couldn't describe it. His eyes seemed to be filled with molten lava, and all power and strength were displayed on him, like a person trapped in the desert, extremely lonely, whose pupils contained only himself, the world, and ants.

She still feels that it was too easy for her to come into contact with the "Tyrannosaurus God" of the world, so easy that it felt abnormal to her.

Everything seemed to have a price tag at this moment, which made her hesitate, wondering whether she should be prepared to shake up Xue's Law at any time, and then have the two of them have a mixed doubles match against Tyrannosaurus God right here.

No matter what Tyrannosaurus Rex's purpose is, as long as you keep beating it, you'll eventually be able to pry it open.

However, she hesitated because of Tyrannosaurus Rex's strength. It would be funny if she couldn't defeat Xue Lude if she brought him over. So she prepared an emergency communication device. She even planned to honestly activate the emergency communication device here and summon many seniors to come and help.

But Tyrannosaurus Rex didn't behave as she expected. He simply stood up and said, "Come with me."

Without putting them through any trials, the magnificent and ancient palace exuded endless loneliness and desolation. At this moment, none of the three of them had any thoughts of "competition." Instead, they all began to feel nervous.

Although the three of them were nervous about completely different things.

The Tyrannosaurus God led them to the back of the palace, where bronze doors slowly rose, as if a living dragon head were embedded in them, its scarlet pupils staring at them all, causing the three chosen dragons to stiffen.

"Great Tyrannosaurus God, what kind of trial do we need to undergo?" another dragon couldn't help but ask.

Olivia immediately perked up her ears. She was also very curious. This Tyrannosaurus God basically didn't say a word and didn't conduct any tests or trials. It seemed like he was just waiting for them to be automatically chosen, doing nothing.

Or rather, it doesn't matter to him who is chosen; he's just going through the motions of completing the task.

“Take a look at the secrets of the dragon race. After you have seen them, you will naturally choose the true successor.” The Tyrannosaurus God was not as cruel and inhuman as the legends suggested; instead, he spoke directly.

Then, as soon as they stepped into the room filled with barriers, Olivia felt as if she had been instantly trapped in an illusion.

What she saw was no longer this room, but countless dragons swirling and tearing at the world. The wasteland was littered with withered bones, and endless giant beasts crawled out from the depths of the piles of corpses. They spread their membranous wings and descended from the sky, furious and ferocious, breathing out dragon breath, just to launch a final attack on that "enemy".

Then, the dragons' blood splattered across the sky, and their bodies fell like kites with broken strings, shattering into pieces and becoming part of this land of bones.

On this battlefield, every second seemed to see countless dragons dying, their blood soaking the earth. Their faces, their blood, their broken bodies, and their torn wings were all in a never-ending, nightmare-like cycle.

Every second, more dragons crawled out of the pile of corpses, and then they seemed to launch a desperate attack on the enemy, finally turning into a pile of twisted and mangled flesh.

Olivia was puzzled and confused. Why was she seeing such a scene?

Every dragon on this battlefield is as powerful as her, so why is there an enemy that so many dragons cannot defeat? Who is it?

Confused and puzzled, she raised her head, her clear eyes looking at a "world consciousness" soaked in dragon blood!
She was certain that it was world consciousness!
But now, the world's consciousness seems to have completely lost its vitality. It is left with only instinctive counterattacks. Every moment, giant dragons generated from this battlefield of corpses and blood launch attacks against it, but soon those giant dragons are easily torn apart by it.

Blood and flesh piled up endlessly, covering the earth layer upon layer. Within this land, newborn dragons sprang up like mushrooms after rain, seemingly unleashing their boundless fury upon the world. Dragon roars and dragon blood became the dominant theme of this world.

The world, however, had ceased to think… Olivia could sense that the world's consciousness had become an empty shell, seemingly completely soaked in dragon blood, now reduced to nothing but instinctive retaliation. If this instinctive retaliation vanished, endless dragons would swarm and tear it apart…

Having seen this, she understood the dragon clan's purpose!

That is, to steal the power of the world!

No, it can't be called stealing the world's consciousness. They are like the most insane and reckless madmen, using endless life and numbers to launch a self-destructive attack on the world like ants killing an elephant. Every dragon is fighting with all its might, just to launch even the slightest, insignificant attack on the world before it dies.

Even if it's just a single drop of their blood splashed onto the world's consciousness, it would be worth dying for them.

This is no longer stealing the world's power, it's outright robbery!

If that's true, then on this battlefield unknown to anyone, the dragons and the world's consciousness have been locked in a tug-of-war for over three thousand years. This protracted war and rituals have completely shaped the dragon history of this world.

Now, they are almost successful. The world's consciousness is no longer maintained, only instinctive counterattacks remain. In fact, the dragons seem to have sounded the horn of victory, and they are attacking the world with their bodies even more vigorously.

Olivia felt a chill run down her spine. They were too late. If her guess was right, then it was too late!
The dragons have already seized most of the world's power. What they are going to deal with is no longer just an extraordinary race, but half of the world's consciousness!

In particular, they are fighting against half the world's consciousness on their own soil.

The next moment, the scene before her eyes gradually disappeared, and she seemed to return to that bronze hall, surrounded by the other two royal chosen ones who had entered with her, as well as the "Tyrannosaurus God".

"Aaaaaah, hum ah ah!" One of the royal chosen ones went mad, no one knew what he had seen. At this moment, he was desperately tearing at his face, tearing off his scales bit by bit. His entire face seemed to be torn apart. He fled outside in a panic, like a madman.

The other one wasn't much better off; his entire dragon had its back arched, and his body no longer maintained a human form but resembled a spiny dragon in an emergency.

Finally, Tyrannosaurus God looked at her and smiled.

"You've seen it all, the destiny of the dragon race." The Tyrannosaurus God seemed quite pleased with her calm reaction.

Even now, she should be considered the only Royal Selection player to have completed the promotion matches.

Olivia opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to ask, or even whether she had given herself away...

Although she was confident in her shapeshifting abilities, the sight of the battlefield littered with the remains of countless dragons made her doubt herself.

The only thing they could rely on was another layer of insurance: a Noble Phantasm called the "Faceless Mask" given to them by their juniors.

She looked up and saw the murals in the bronze hall. These paintings were actually the illusions she had just seen, depicting the long battle between the dragon and the world's consciousness.

Tyrannosaurus God simply turned his back and said, "You see, this is the real 'Tyrannosaurus God.' The final destination of every previous Dragon God is this battlefield."

He looked at the mural, as if he already knew his fate: "After you succeed me, I will join this battlefield and fight the enemy in endless cycles of reincarnation until my will is completely crushed into dust, becoming the purest 'dragon soul' that knows nothing but fighting. This is our destiny."

"This is the fate of us outcasts."

Tyrannosaurus God spoke calmly. He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the darkness of the entire bronze hall seemed to be illuminated by his burning pupils. His eyes seemed to be flowing with lava as he looked down at the world, scanning this hellish battlefield.

His face was as cold as ice, yet he exuded an aura of supreme authority. Power and strength mingled within him. Olivia saw a portion of the world's authority emanating from this "Tyrannosaurus God"...

She now understood that the so-called Tyrannosaurus God was not just a dragon, but an aggregate of all the "Dragon Kings" from generation to generation since more than three thousand years ago, and the entire land covered with corpses and dragon blood.

"Time is running out, for both of us," said the Tyrannosaurus God, his pupils seeming to ignite.

In Olivia's perception, the Tyrannosaurus God before her, who was definitely above level 5, was as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.

But at this moment, what riddles are you, Dragon King, still spouting?
(End of this chapter)