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Chapter 241 Welcome Home, Dragons
At this moment, the war-crazed genes ingrained in the old Demon Emperor's bones began to rage. It seemed that everyone had forgotten that he was a person born in a world of war-crazed people, only that he was the one in that world who most wanted peace.

But he longs even more for the chance to have a good, enjoyable fight with people in a peaceful world!
"Gentlemen, our instincts tell us to flee, but what should we choose now?" he roared at the people below.

"war!"

"war!"

"Beat!"

"Yes, that is beating. We beat with all our might, relying on our purity. If instincts don't obey, we beat with even greater purity and power until they obey." The old Demon Emperor revealed his understanding of the essence of this world, where all abstract concepts are materialized.

"Ohhhhhh!"

"The most sacred words, the most sacred words!"

Below, whether it was the mature male demi-humans or the beautiful beast-eared girls and Xiao Nanliang, they all let out strange roars and shouts, as if they wanted to vent all the suffering they had endured.

All the suffering and struggles of the past erupted in those cries of "Fight!"

Just a few days ago, only a hundred people were able to stand here to assist the old Demon Emperor, but now, more than five hundred pure-level powerhouses will surely bring a great surprise to the impending calamity.

"Roar!" In the distance, the Frost Dragon and the Calamity Dragon strode in. Under the moonlight, terrifying onomatopoeic characters floated around their bodies, as if background music was playing around the dragons.

But this has not shaken anyone's beliefs or purity.

When the eighty-meter-tall blood dragon appeared behind the old Demon Emperor, he even felt that the power of a quasi-5th tier creature, which was the upper limit of normal creatures, was slightly loosening for him.

Is this damn barrier something that can be broken through simply by beating it up?
Then I'll wait for the victory and the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament that I will host. At that time, I will keep hitting the power barrier and seize the opportunity to break through to the 5th level!

"Roar!"

As the old Demon Emperor released the Blood Dragon, the next moment, terrifying dragons appeared on the tumor sites on everyone's bodies that originally represented their suffering and torment.

They stood behind the Blood Dragon, each tens of meters tall, each with its own unique skills. The Blood Dragon charged first, and then the endless dragons all rushed up and charged towards the enemy.

An earth-shattering battle unfolded here. Countless local natives, who had not yet adapted to the world and were not pure-blooded powerhouses, watched this earth-shattering battle. As they watched the purest, bloodiest, and most violent tearing apart between dragons, something inexplicable seemed to shatter within them.

"Doctor, doctor, it's extremely dangerous here! We need to get out of here immediately!"

"Don't stop me, quack! This is amazing, this is amazing! To be able to see such an earth-shattering battle, to be able to see so many pure-level powerhouses up close, to be able to see the world's strongest fighting and brawling, even if I die, it's worth the price of admission!"

……

Meanwhile, Olivia, who was described by Xue's Law as being 100% pure Earth goods, arrived at the Holy Mountain.

This time, she didn't even continue to transform into a dragon. Instead, she appeared in her true form, with several phantoms behind her holding bizarre weapons such as Earth dust canisters, Earth dust shotguns, and mud grenades.

These weapons are not designed to kill, but rather to force Earth's dust into the dragons' bodies and lungs at the fastest speed, triggering their urge to return home.

The dragons realized the intruders. After all, they were the supreme rulers of this world. Although two phantoms that kept punching each other had appeared behind them these days, many people even started to slack off, watching the phantoms behind them keep punching each other.

The dragons' favorite literary activities were also canceled. Many of the short stories about returning home and sad essays that they had written during their inspirational bursts were temporarily put aside as they watched the phantoms behind them constantly punching each other.

Many people even started to find inspiration from this strange phantom and began to set up the next sad short story.

Then... the two phantom images of fists are constantly beating up their former cowardly selves...

The social atmosphere of the entire dragon race is very sorrowful, just like the people of that suffering land.

No, it should be said that it was precisely because the dragon race was filled with this sorrow that, after spreading their culture and stories across this land, they passed this sorrow on to the entire world.

The urge to go home torments them every moment; it is a sorrow that arises instinctively from their being.

Driven by the urge to return home, and because of the hometown they could never return to, they transformed this sorrow and longing into their culture. In their stories, all are tales of unrequited love, all are of people dying on the road to realizing their ideals, and all are of people dying on their way home.

The story is about a young man returning home who dies just a few hundred meters from his own doorstep. The male protagonist, who went to save his lover, just happened to see his lover die in front of him.

They circulated these little stories among themselves, secretly wiping away tears in the dark, and even spread them around the world.

So those people who keep chanting "the suffering land, the lament of the city" are basically people who grew up under the influence of the sad emo stories of Dragon Raja.

In this world, besides their parents, the only ones who can teach them to read and tell them stories are the dragons living in the sky. They don't know why the dragon adults would pity them, these peasants living at the bottom of society.

Perhaps it's just pitiful.

But Olivia absolutely hated this kind of sadness!

She felt like dying when she saw sad people. All she wanted was for everyone in the universe to be happy for the rest of their lives, and for children's smiling faces to appear when the sun rose again. That was the scenery she loved to see most.

Every time I see such scenery and the smiles of children under the sunlight, I feel that my life has been worthwhile, that everything I have done and everything my old friends in the Starship Corps have done has been worthwhile.

This feeling was a thousand times more satisfying than any other stimulus. "Intruder!" A dragon-man instantly transformed, and a Tyrannosaurus Rex several meters tall appeared out of nowhere, its ferocious teeth tearing at the ground.

"Bang!" The shotgun fired a bullet, and in the next moment, billions of tiny specks of Earth dust were scattered into powder by the impact of the shot, all of which entered the Tyrannosaurus Rex's mouth.

In an instant, the Tyrannosaurus Rex froze, and the next moment it lay down on the ground, convulsing and struggling, its eyes rolling back in its head.

The dragons, who were originally immersed in the virtual fistfight or the melancholy of the night, suddenly heard an alarm coming from the entire holy mountain.

No matter how much they enjoy emo and sad stories, they are still the strongest race in the world. Has anyone else ever caused trouble on the Holy Mountain?
In an instant, all the dragons mobilized.

The social structure of the dragon race is similar to that of a religious state, but they worship the ancestral dragon gods. The Tyrannosaurus God is equivalent to the phantom of all the ancestral dragon gods, and after the Tyrannosaurus God steps down, he will also become a member of the ancestral dragon soul.

Below them are the various "elders," who are more like bishops in a religion.

Below them are the dragons, who are similar to priests and are responsible for the battles of their entire race.

However, this is not absolute. Dragons are born warriors, possessing strength of at least Tier 2 from birth. With minimal training, they can reach legendary levels that are unmatched by other races.

As long as one diligently hones their skills, they can generally reach near-4th rank or 4th rank strength within a lifespan of several hundred years.

It could be said that their starting point is the end point for many races.

Their strength is beyond doubt; they can mobilize the entire population to fight, and every dragon can become a powerful being. And now, there are actually some foolish guys who want to attack the dragon clan's stronghold.
So a large number of dragons went into battle, but as soon as the dragons gathered together went outside, they saw several Iron Fist rocket launchers all pointed at them in the distance.

"boom!"

The specially designed Panzerfaust rocket launcher did not explode in front of them, but rather exploded in the air above them, with countless particles of powder drifting into the air with the blast.

And countless dragons who only inhale a tiny bit of this stuff...

In an instant, the DNA of homecoming impulse within them was awakened. It was the most instinctive and primal impulse engraved deep in their souls, an impulse set up by the dragon ancestors so that their descendants could live on.

Olivia knew that she had been living here for many days.

She knew that when the dragon race was enslaved, countless dragons committed suicide. There were always birds that could not be confined in cages, and when they lost their freedom in the sky, they would choose to die.

The dragon race's suicidal impulse is even stronger than that of their bird descendants. At its worst, the entire dragon population was reduced to only about a hundred individuals.

After being branded with the mark of slavery, they would die.

At this moment, some of the dragon ancestors decided to endure, but they did not enslave themselves. Instead, they instilled in all dragons an instinct called "homecoming impulse".

This is to give all dragons a hope to survive.

A hope that allows these birds, who have lost their freedom, to live, instead of the urge to die.

As a result, over tens of millions of years, this urge to return home intensified and gradually became the core of the dragon civilization.

They longed for the direction and taste of their hometown.

Because this is their only hope for survival. Only by returning to their hometown can they break free from all shackles and continue to soar freely under the blue sky.

This is the root of the impulse to return home.

Therefore, countless dragons secretly fled their homeland, flying into the unknown cosmos, hoping to find their way home, the coordinates of their homeland...

But in the end, when the portal connected with them, all they found were corpses.

How many of these bodies did they bury on the spot?

Hundreds of millions? Or billions?
They don't know.

But today, suddenly, this endless urge to return home was triggered. They stared wide-eyed, savoring the 100% pure scent in the air, the most instinctive scent etched deep in their souls by their ancestors.

Some people burst into tears after just one breath, while many more, including Lao Long, frantically grabbed at the dust on the ground, then put it in their mouths and inhaled it through their noses, making a complete spectacle of themselves...

But not a single dragon cared about their image; they laughed maniacally, tears, saliva, and snot mingling, drool dripping onto the ground… like a bunch of the most insane lunatics…

As Olivia looked at the dragons, she suddenly sighed and crushed a glass bead in her hand.

A projection appeared in the sky above the entire sacred mountain. It was Xue Luding imitating the consciousness of Earth. He said softly and gently, "I am the guardian of Earth. Dragons, welcome home!"

In an instant, the entire sacred mountain fell silent.

The next moment, all the dragons laughed through their tears, wailing loudly, but they couldn't help but smile.

After 6500 million years of waiting, Mother finally remembered them and led them home.

(End of this chapter)