Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 539 Parting the Central Plains
At the edge of the giant crater, the spatial rifts slowly closed like a black spider web, emitting a faint hissing sound. Small fragments of space occasionally peeled off from the edge and then disappeared into the air.

The air still carried the scent of the abyss.

It smelled like a mixture of sulfur, putrid blood, and some indescribable filth, and it was nauseating.

However, the power of the Great Demon had dissipated with the annihilation of the rift, and the remaining aura of the abyss, like a candle flickering in the wind or a rootless duckweed, drifted in the air above the battlefield, gradually being dispelled by the sunlight.

at the same time.

The allied soldiers stared in a daze at the lone, red-iron dragon standing in the sky.

"We...we won?"

A young ASEAN soldier murmured.

Immediately, the whisper, like a spark falling into dry hay, ignited the emotions of the entire room.

"We've won!"

"We won!"

"Lord of the North! Long live the Lord of the North!"

Cheers swept across the land like a tidal wave, and warriors from all sides raised their weapons in salute to the dragon in the sky.

Spears, swords and shields, staffs... all gleamed in the sunlight.

In the sky, the Red Emperor lowered his three heads slightly, gazing at the boiling crowd below.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
The two surviving high-level demon generals made the decision to flee almost simultaneously.

The reaper, now charred black, its carapace cracked, and several limbs broken, was desperately flapping its tattered wings as it fled westward, black blood dripping from its body, leaving a thin trail in the air.

The demon generals who were previously besieged on the southern front have broken through the encirclement while the legends were holding back the great demon, and are now fleeing in the opposite direction.

"Want to run?"

The Primordial Blue Dragon sneered, and its vertical pupils, gleaming with a dangerous light, emerged from the thunderclouds.

However, a figure had already flown away before him.

Boom!

The figure of the three-phase crown Varta suddenly disappeared.

The next second, as if teleporting, he appeared on the path of the fleeing reaper, revealing his three-headed, six-armed Star Self body.

hum!
His body swayed, and two figures were separated from him.

Varta split into three, each radiating the powerful aura of a Grand Legend, seemingly all being the real deal, making it difficult to distinguish between them. They simultaneously unleashed powerful punches on the Harvest Demon from three different angles.

Boom boom boom!
People fluttered about.

The fists rained down like a storm.

The reaper's body was struck back and forth like a ball, its carapace shattered, its body collapsed, and black blood gushed from the wounds, only to be evaporated by the aura attached to the punches before it could even drip. It let out a piercing screech, trying to fight back, but each limb was broken as soon as it raised.

Then it flew backward, but was caught up by Varta in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, the three figures merged into one again.

Varta's face was solemn, and dozens of giant star arms emerged behind him, each a hundred meters long. They rotated around him like a wheel, and simultaneously rose up to lock onto the location where the Reaper Demon had fallen.

Each fist shone with a dazzling light, as if it were clutching a sun.

Sun Soul Path, Radiant Sun Fist!

Roar!
The reaper's roar was abruptly cut short as its entire body was enveloped by countless fist shadows. Even with the resilience of a high-level demon general, it was utterly reduced to ashes, leaving not even a trace. Only a wisp of black smoke dissipated, which was then evaporated by the sunlight.

Varta withdrew his fist and stood up. The Star Wheel behind him slowly stopped rotating, but did not dissipate.

Galos noticed this and thoughtfully looked away.

This Triple Crown truly lives up to its name.

On the other side, Afra, the Crown of Magic, raised her hand.

The holy light array, which had not yet dissipated, suddenly contracted, transforming into countless chains of holy light that wrapped around the fleeing demon general's body. The chains dug into its flesh, burning out plumes of white smoke. Then the array unfolded again, enveloping it once more.

The demon struggled wildly within, crashing against the light barrier, but each impact only added another burn mark to its body.

It was already at its last gasp.

With a mournful cry, its body was gradually purified by holy light, disintegrating from the edges until it finally vanished into nothingness.

At this point, all the invading demon generals had died.

But the war is not completely over yet.

"Spellcaster, begin the purification!"

The commanders of each legion were the first to recover and issue orders. The cheers gradually subsided, replaced by orderly and busy work.

Warlocks, priests, and mages stepped out of the ranks and began chanting incantations, constructing various spells with divine or purifying properties.

Holy light shines everywhere, purifying rain falls, a sacred new star...

Beams of light rose from the battlefield, dispelling the lingering abyssal aura.

The soldiers also began to clean up the battlefield and tidy up the mess.

Some were responsible for collecting the bodies of their fallen comrades, some for gathering scattered weapons, and some for helping the wounded to move to the rear. The air was filled with the smell of blood, medicine, and the scent of the abyss being purified.

but……

Those legends, those at the pinnacle of power, did not participate in the cleanup work or take any other action; instead, they remained on high alert.

They stood still, their gaze passing over the healing spatial rift and over the bottomless pit.

Ultimately... it all fell on each other.

The atmosphere began to become somewhat oppressive.

The ordinary soldiers looked up, initially bewildered by their legend, then, as if realizing something, their expressions turned serious. They gripped their weapons tightly and instinctively moved closer to their respective factions.

At that moment, the Red Emperor was suspended in the sky.

His six arms hung down, the cracks on his scales slowly healed, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually stabilized. But he did not land; he simply looked down at the battlefield, his three heads scanning the surroundings.

Ramirez roamed through the thunderclouds, his dragon eyes gleaming eerily. Lightning crackled between his scales, occasionally striking down with a bolt of lightning that blasted a scorched crater in the ground.

The legendary dragons around him also breathed deeply, their dragon might immense, their gazes sweeping back and forth over the human.

Afra stood atop the magic tower, its runes flowing and shimmering even brighter than before, their brilliance undiminished by the end of the battle with the demon.

Beside her, the other crowned figures from the Southern Region stood ready.

the other side.

Varta's expression remained calm, revealing little emotion. The Star Wheel behind him began to spin again, and his body was simultaneously shimmering with the light of Life Flow and Sun Soul.

Beside him, the two ASEAN champions stood silently.

The legends from all corners of the world wore subtle expressions at this moment.

They had just fought side by side, united as one, to resist the invasion of the abyss, and had just witnessed each other's strength.

But at this moment...

As the Abyssal Rift disappears and the common enemy vanishes, the influence of the Covenant is rapidly fading, while the barriers between them are growing ever wider.

Middle-earth.

This vast and fertile land, which once belonged to the empire, is now ownerless.

Who wouldn't want a piece of it? Who wouldn't want to possess it?
Whichever faction obtains it will experience a qualitative leap in strength.

The Lord of Thunder's gaze fell upon Garos, his eyes filled with a deep, unfathomable light.

His two blood relatives, the Lord of Storms and the Lord of Tides, along with other legendary dragons, stood beside him, grinding their teeth and emanating an increasingly dangerous dragon aura.

Dark clouds gathered overhead, blocking out the sunlight.

Legends from the Southern Region and the Eastern Alliance are slowly converging on their respective sides. Behind Afra, the runes on the magic tower begin to rearrange; beside Varta, the Grand Swordsman's hand is already on the hilt of his sword.

No one spoke first.

No one made the first move.

But everyone could see that a battle could break out at any moment.

Meanwhile, the legends of the Romanian countries spontaneously gathered around the Red Emperor.

The Red Emperor's three heads are turned in different directions.

His gaze first swept over Ramerien, landing on the ancient dragon's expectant eyes; then over Afra, sensing the caution beneath her face; finally over Varta, where he saw the wariness beneath his resolute countenance. Garros was observing.

The Triad Crown, the Magic Crown, and other slightly weaker human Grands and Legends are all not at their peak.

Varta's breathing was slightly rapid, Afra's robe had several scorch marks, and the others also had injuries of varying degrees... but they were not exactly exhausted either.

The allied forces' campaign against the Demon Fortress ended quickly.

The legends still retain considerable power.

Lamorion...

The Lord of Thunder's aura was equally powerful, with lightning leaping between his scales, and the legendary dragons around him also breathed deeply, exuding a majestic dragon might.

If war really breaks out here...

It's meaningless.

Galos made a quick decision.

Unless there is a need to fight, Galos prefers to avoid conflict and develop quietly. His talent and race dictate that as long as he can survive, he can continue to become stronger and surpass himself.

Time is on his side; there's no need to rush.

The key is……

Red Iron Dragon raised its head and looked up at the distant sky, where it could vaguely see the outlines of floating cities.

Those giant floating cities hung silently in the clouds, without a sound.

Currently, only one floating city has fallen.

But this may only be the beginning.

In the future, perhaps one day new floating cities will fall and new rifts will appear.

No one knows whether Atlanta will face another disaster.

While Garos's Dragon Emperor Dimensional can smooth out rifts, its wind-up animation is too long, requiring sufficient time to charge up.

To be on the safe side, it would be better to leave the other countries for now.

In case of another invasion from the Abyss, at least there will be someone to share the burden.

Just as the murderous glint in Ramorion's eyes grew stronger and he was about to lose control, the Red Emperor's deep and majestic voice rang out once again.

"The demons have retreated, and the rifts have been healed."

All eyes turned to them.

Red Iron Dragon remained unmoved, standing at the center of attention, and continued, "The Central Continent is vast and rich in resources. Even a quarter of its land is far larger than the territory of any of us currently possess."

He paused, and the three heads simultaneously scanned their surroundings.

My suggestion is...

"With the four parties jointly governing and the central land divided into four parts, we each get one, demarcate the boundaries and develop independently. The richness of this land is enough for each party to recuperate and grow stronger day by day, without worrying about resource scarcity or small territory."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disengaged from his fighting stance.

The dragon's body gradually shrank, becoming a normal size of nearly fifty meters. Its majestic appearance with three heads and six arms also disappeared, and it returned to its ordinary dragon form.

Even so, no one dared to underestimate him.

The battle just now has proven his strength.

On the human side, Varta and Afra quickly exchanged a glance.

They are weighing their options.

The Red Emperor's destructive power is terrifying, and he is an "immortal dragon" that is extremely difficult to kill. Currently, no one is sure where his limits lie.

If he joins forces with the Lord of Thunder, he will be even more difficult to deal with.

Neither ASEAN nor the Southern Regions want to be enemies with the Red Emperor.

Acquiring a quarter of Central Plains without a fight would be a tremendous gain, avoiding heavy casualties and preserving strength to deal with potential subsequent crises.

After all, no one knows when the next floating city will fall.

As for the future...

The power of dragons is beyond doubt.

However, humans also have their own advantages.

Perhaps because life is short, humans cherish their limited time. Their development potential and growth rate are incomparable to those of immortal species. Given enough time and space, humans can always create miracles.

At this moment, Afra nodded slightly and smiled.
"His Majesty Ignas is not without reason."

She raised her head and said, "The scourge of the abyss is not yet over. This is not the time for infighting. The best option is for us to divide the Central Plains together and quell the conflict. The Southern Region accepts this proposal."

Varta also spoke slowly, his voice loud and clear:

"The principle of 'four-party governance, demarcating borders, and non-aggression' is also accepted by ASEAN."

The two human crown figures subsequently expressed their approval of the peaceful partition plan.

As they spoke, the latter dispelled the rings behind him, and the light from the magic tower beside the former gradually dimmed, turning back into an ordinary tower.

Although the legends behind them remained wary, their hostility had clearly diminished considerably, and they obviously recognized that this was the most advantageous option at present.

Only... Lamorion remains.

All eyes were on the blue dragon, sweeping over the dragons of the Kingdom of Braxton.

The Lord of Thunder's face was gloomy.

Centered on him, the surrounding sky was obscured by dark clouds, with countless lightning storms surging within them, and the Helmod dragons soaring through them. The scene looked like the end of the world, with lightning reflecting on his face in an unpredictable pattern.

The Lord of Thunder shifted his gaze from Garos.

He stared at Afra, stared at Varta… his gaze sweeping over every human legend present.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"Heh, how can you govern Atlantis with insignificant insects like you?"

His voice was deep, carrying undisguised contempt.

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly, and their gazes became serious.

But the next moment, Ramirez suddenly smiled.

The muscles on his dragon-like face relaxed, revealing a hint of mockery. He then changed the subject: "Haha, you probably thought I would say that, and then you would get nervous, become defensive, and start preparing for battle... right?"

He shook his head, his tone becoming casual.

"However, I am not a foolish dragon."

"I just fought a battle with the demons, there's no need to fight you again. Dividing the Central Plains into four parts is fine, I have no objection. Just don't give me the most barren part."

The leaders reached a preliminary verbal agreement.

The specific details of territorial demarcation, border demarcation, and resource allocation naturally require detailed consultations and cannot be settled in a short time. Special personnel need to be sent to negotiate slowly.

However, those are things for later.

Each kingdom has personnel skilled in handling such matters.

The dust has settled for now.

The Red Emperor glanced at the deep, gaping pit, then flapped its dragon wings and headed back towards the northern border.

Meanwhile, in another direction.

The Lord of Thunder flapped his wings and turned his body.

The moment his back was turned to everyone, the casual look on his dragon face vanished without a trace, and his gaze became extremely gloomy, filled with violence and anger.

Cooperate with humanity... Divide the continent equally...

What a disgrace...

But this only lasted for a moment, quickly concealed by his lowered eyelids. When he raised his head again, his face had regained its composure, revealing no emotion.

"Let's go."

He said calmly, flapped his wings, and flew in another direction. The Lord of Storms and the Lord of Tides exchanged a glance and silently followed.

(End of this chapter)