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Chapter 236 Homecoming, Homecoming, Homecoming
"You were born sinful, but the Great One took pity on you and made you her kin. This is a debt of gratitude you can never repay, for all eternity and generation after generation..."

"A favor?"

If it is out of kindness, why would you impose an inescapable slave contract on all of us?
And why are our descendants automatically bound by this contract even when they are still conceived?

……

"Another Dragon King has committed suicide..."

An endless gloom swirled around all the dragons.

This is countless, and their population has even fallen below the danger level.

This is the fate of the abandoned race. No world supports them, no way out or home to help them. They are born with sin, born to be slaves of others. Can they escape their original sin by using their lives, flesh and blood, and their souls as nourishment to power the sacred tree and become gardeners who help plant it?

"From this day forward, you shall be in charge of the regeneration project of the abandoned planet, and welcome the return of the Divine Tree." This is their mission, and also the mission marked as sinners for all eternity.

“We can still go home… Even that lord couldn’t achieve a complete victory when fighting against the World Consciousness on its own soil.” This was a suggestion from who-knows-where.

"As long as we can go home, Mother will stand up for us. As long as we, this outcast race, can go home... as long as we can go home, everything will be alright. All our slave contracts will be nullified by Mother, we will be free, we will no longer be outcasts..."

"Go home... as long as we can go home..."

"But we can't find our way home. Why can't we ever find our way home?"

"This is the fate of the abandoned race. If they cannot return home for even one day, then all dragons and their descendants will have one more day of being born guilty!"

"Let's write everything about our hometown in our souls. It's the last memory we can keep, the last taste of our hometown, and also our last hope for survival."

"But ancestors, tens of millions of years have passed, why can't we ever find our way home..."

Where exactly is our home?

……

Every dragon is born with an inescapable destiny: to be marked, to hatch, to have the urge to return home, and to die.

This is their last spiritual anchor in this world, because if they lose this anchor, the proud dragons will no longer linger on, but will soar for the blue sky, and will never be confined by this cage again. This is something that every dragon in the dragon race can never avoid...

An urge to go home!

This is the longing for homeland and mother that our ancestors endured for a future, a future where they no longer had to beg for peace like prisoners, and a future where they could survive smoothly without letting all the dragons of their race have their longing for homeland and mother written in the deepest part of their genes and souls due to mental problems.

They missed the wildflowers of their hometown, the towering trees that blocked out the sky, their enormous insect companions, and the scattered mice scurrying about in their burrows...

How long will it take for us, the abandoned tribe, to find our way home?
……

Tyrannosaurus God slowly closed his eyes, but when he opened them again, there was no longer any hesitation or longing in his pupils, but instead, a deep-seated rage and hatred.

For the first time, Olivia felt the oppressive aura emanating from the Tyrannosaurus Rex...

Near-5th order? No, it's infinitely close to 5th order!
It was as if they could reach the level 5 at any moment, but were desperately suppressing themselves to prevent themselves from reaching the true level 5. Not only this Tyrannosaurus God, but also countless dragons with the same strength were seen on the battlefield with the world consciousness.

She didn't understand why the dragons, who seemed to have a way to surpass the limits of life and reach the 5th rank, could never actually reach the 5th rank. They seemed to deliberately suppress their strength so that no matter what, no true 5th rank would appear in their race.

However, this suppression also makes them capable of fighting even against true apostles.

The fact that they were able to overwhelm the world consciousness through sheer numbers and time shows just how high the value of these dragons' near-Tier 5 strength really is.

Therefore, Olivia had no intention of confronting them head-on. She was a non-combatant, and her position in the Starfleet was closer to that of a "scout" or "investigator".

My task is simply to investigate and gather intelligence; as for truly solving the problems, my partners in the executive department will naturally handle this difficult task.

The Thirty-Six Stratagems: When the wind blows hard, run for your lives!
She didn't know what crazy thing had gotten into the world to warrant a version update, and what made it even more unbearable was that the update didn't include her. Even now, she still didn't know why this crazy world had become like this.

I came here to help, so what's wrong with this crazy world?
Fortunately, she managed to extract enough information. In fact, during the few days since she became a prospective Tyrannosaurus God, she had secretly added some backup plans to that battlefield to ensure that she could cause enough chaos when she prepared to escape.

This was her escape plan. How could a scout and investigator not have some special skills and self-defense methods? The time when she was most desperate, she was able to transform into a Shub insect and call each other sisters with the Shub insects of that world for who knows how long, and every day the insects would catch her and say, "Sister, sister, you smell so good."

She immediately activated her backup plan on that battlefield, and the next moment, the chimeric zombie dragon in the sky that was breathing on the world's consciousness began to enter an eerie silence.

Suddenly, a dragon head emerged from its body, like a worm breaking free from its cocoon. This sight sent chills down the spines of countless people who witnessed it.

"You bastard! You deserve to die!" The Tyrannosaurus God roared in fury. He no longer had any intention of interrogating her about her identity. Now, the dragon race's millennium plan had been tampered with in some way. He only wanted to kill this insect as quickly as possible and rush to the battlefield.

He even had a premonition that a grand plan spanning thousands of years might fall apart at this very moment!
Ophelia immediately prepared to open a portal to leave, but she froze the next moment: Space Lockdown, Tier 5 magic!
I... oh my god...

With no other options, she decisively pulled out her emergency communication device. This device could at least block one attack for her. No matter how powerful the attack was, she only needed to stall for a few dozen seconds for reinforcements to arrive.

I just hope that legendary-level reserve doesn't foolishly come over; he'll only be feeding kills.

However, just as the emergency contact device was about to be pressed, an arm suddenly stretched out from the void, and a handful of powder was thrown at Tyrannosaurus God like elementary school students fighting in the street. But at this moment, when Tyrannosaurus God saw the powder being thrown out of the air, the originally furious Tyrannosaurus God was stunned for a moment.

He seemed to be under a time-stopping spell. At this moment, seeing the powder falling from the sky, he, who could hold his own against a level 5 fighter, was now like a kindergarten child who had misspelled a word after school, his eyes blinded and his face covered in mud.

In an instant, that hand grabbed the senior and pulled him into the dimensional rift. The Tyrannosaurus God, regaining his senses, rushed over, but another hand in that other dimension also flung out a handful of dust...

"Pfft..."

The spatial rift closed, and the arm was severed before it could even retract, and was exiled to an interdimensional rift.

Ophelia has vanished. This Tyrannosaurus God remains a mystery; we still don't know where she came from, or even what her purpose was. Whose side is she on? Could she be... a mole within that powerful figure's ranks...?

No, that's impossible, because just now, his obvious astonishment wasn't due to the hand reaching out from the void, but rather from the mud itself.

The taste of home!
Ignoring the filth on the ground, the dirt, and the strange sight of zombies and dragons intertwined in the sky, he crouched down, carefully collected the dust from the ground, and took a deep breath...

The dust entered his lungs through breathing, but at this moment, his whole body was trembling. Disregarding all dignity, he immediately stuffed the dust into his mouth and chewed it greedily, completely abandoning the so-called "Dragon King etiquette" and acting like the filthiest beggar.

He chewed the dust in his mouth, swallowing it forcefully without a care in the world...

At this moment, he seemed to feel reality. His lips parted in a silent, maniacal laugh, laughing until his body trembled uncontrollably. At the same time, he could feel the familiar taste of his hometown, which was now one with his own body.

"No, wait until we complete the final step. As long as we can complete the final step, then our descendants will truly gain freedom, and they will also be able to..."

"Returning home!"

Some birds can never be caged, and the dragon race, as the ancestors of birds, is no exception, but their desire is even stronger.

He completely disregarded and didn't care at all about the position of the next "Tyrannosaurus God" or the matter of the next successor.

Because what it must do now is to join its ancestors in truly becoming the world consciousness, truly ascending to godhood!

Only the authority of the world can erase the mark of slavery from our abandoned race, and only then can we wipe away our tears and filth, allowing us, the wanderers returning home, to speak those words in the most dignified way, without causing our parents any worry...

"Long time no see, we're doing well out there..."

There is no time left, nothing else matters anymore. The final attack, the moment of ascension to godhood, begins today!
In doing so, the final constraint etched into the bodies of all dragons will be broken, allowing all dragons to break through to the fifth rank as long as they are strong enough!

Before the revenge came, countless fifth-tier dragons were born, capable of participating in the war to kill the gods, thus completing the hatred that had lasted for tens of millions of years.

This was their plan: to use this planet as a battlefield for killing gods, to lure that great man here, and then to complete their revenge through the local blessing of the world consciousness and the countless Tier 5 dragons fighting on the local grounds of the world consciousness.

They dragons are the most vengeful race!

Since we are born sinful, then let you, my lord, taste the Last Supper and feel the revenge of us sinners!

Tyrannosaurus God left the Dragon God Temple. The moment he stepped out, terrifying scales and spikes sprouted all over his body. With the next step, his human form disappeared, and he transformed into a ferocious dragon-man.

Taking another step, the several-meter-tall dragonman disappeared, and an 80-meter-tall dark golden dragon appeared, flapping its wings and soaring into the sky, joining the battle against the world's consciousness.

(End of this chapter)