Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 548 Huge Gain! Tears of Immortality, Embryo Form of Destiny
The wind and snow were falling softly.

A shower of white drifted down from the gray sky, landing on the ravaged battlefield, on the corpses of demons, and on the healing wounds of dragons, instantly melting away with body heat and turning into wisps of steam.

"Is he completely dead?"

The red iron dragon hovered high in the sky, its blood-red dragon eyes fixed on the falling remains.

The demon's body had been torn in two, its head separated from its torso, its wings shattered, and blood splattered across the sky.

"Whether he's dead or not, let's grind his bones to dust first."

The dragon's pupils were blood red, but its rationality remained unaffected, and it made a decisive decision immediately.

His claws extended.

With life and death in his hands, he maximized the use of the Eternal Death skill. An invisible suction force surged from his palm, enveloping the falling demon's remains, including its head, torso, and some of its scattered limbs.

He's taking my life!

The demon's remains were forcibly pulled back.

They changed their trajectory in mid-air, flying upwards against gravity, heading towards the six outstretched claws of the red iron dragon.

boom!
The demon's remains fell into his arms.

The six dragon claws simultaneously closed, tightly embracing the already shattered body of the great demon.

When the "Control of Life and Death" skill is triggered, the more creatures around it, the stronger their life energy, and the weaker their resistance, the better the overall recovery effect.

Abaddon's remains are now the most delicious prey.

Galos's life-stealing and life-extraction abilities were simultaneously operating at their limits.

An invisible force, like countless tentacles, pierced every corner of the demon's mangled body, extracting the remaining life energy.

The demon's body withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Skin loses its luster, muscles atrophy, and bones become brittle.

The body, once brimming with strength, is now being drained dry and utterly emptied.

In contrast, the Red Iron Dragon's battle damage has visibly recovered significantly.

His wounds were healing rapidly, his condition was improving at an astonishing pace, and his energy was returning to normal. Although he was still far from being at his peak, he was not seriously injured.

Immediately, Galos used a burst of energy technique.

His rage surged, igniting in his claws.

It was blazing and violent, scorching Abaddon's mangled body inch by inch, from head to torso, from demonic wings to claws.

Flesh and blood turned to ashes in the flames.

The bones disintegrated and shattered under high temperatures.

The demonic energy dissipated completely as it burned.

The remains of the great demon were being erased little by little, until finally, they were completely reduced to ashes, falling from the dragon's claws and merging into the swirling snow.

But
Besides the ashes, something strange appeared.

It is purple.

At first glance, it resembles a teardrop-shaped solid crystal, crystal clear and smooth, like a carefully polished gemstone.

But upon closer inspection, one can see that its shape is constantly swaying and changing.

It sometimes stretches, sometimes shortens, sometimes expands, and sometimes contracts. Essentially, it resembles a liquid substance that solidifies but does not disperse.

It is very small, about the size of a normal person's fingernail.

Compared to the enormous size of the dragon, it seemed like dust.

But even such a tiny liquid substance was not immediately destroyed by the fierce flames of the explosion. It swayed in the flames, yet maintained its complete form, showing no signs of being immediately burned.

Moreover, it looks like it can last for quite a while.

"This is?"

Galos's gaze narrowed slightly.

He dissipated his arrogance, stopped exploding his energy, and gently picked up the purple liquid substance with his claws, holding it up to his eyes for careful examination.

It swayed slightly at the tip of the dragon's claw, as if it were alive.

At the same time, the corresponding knowledge of inheritance flooded into my mind.

The wisdom accumulated by countless generations of dragons surged into his mind like a tide, making him instantly understand what it was.

Tears of God.

Tears of Immortality.

These are its two most common names.

"This? This is good stuff!"

Galos's eyes showed a look of realization and surprise.

There are only two paths for a legendary life to go further.

One is ascension to godhood.

With faith gathered and power bestowed upon him, he became a monarch recognized by the world.

If one chooses to ascend to godhood, then above the legendary level is demigod, and a demigod is also a god.

The other one is breaking the limit.

Without relying on faith or seeking recognition, they rely solely on their own continuous exploration of potential to surpass their limits time and time again.

If one chooses to break through the limits, then above the legendary level lies immortality, a thug who stands on equal footing with the gods through his own power.

In Atlantis and Orothala, theocracy was not prevalent.

There is no widespread religious tradition, no large clergy class, and no deeply rooted theocratic system here; therefore, there is no fertile ground for the birth of demigods.

All beings above the legendary level are immortals.

Basically, only in the orcish empire of Kantum do demigods exist. Those guys worship the orcish god, forging their faith with blood and fire, following the main god, and in doing so, creating their own demigods.

"Gods are sovereigns who are granted authority by the world."

"The immortals are tyrants who, by virtue of their own power, sit on equal footing with the monarch."

Galos pondered the descriptions in the tradition, whispering to himself.

The source of the gods' power is called authority.

This power is granted by many world planes and is part of the rules. It grows stronger by relying on the faith of countless believers. The more believers there are and the purer their faith, the stronger their authority becomes.

The special powers corresponding to immortals are collectively referred to as authority.

This is a symbol of one's own ability, a power honed from oneself, from one's soul, and from countless battles, relying not on external things, but only on oneself.

It is widely known that divine authority manifests as divinity.

However, few people know that immortals also have corresponding destinies.

"The Demon King above the Great Demon is immortal life."

"And this tear of immortality is the rudimentary form of the immortal's destiny, containing the power of the Great Demon of Slaughter that has not yet been fully condensed."

Hong Tielong seemed to be deep in thought.

Tears of God or tears of immortality, it may be.

These are the remnants of those who had the potential to reach a higher level of life but perished along the way. These lives were once only one step away from immortality, touching the edge of power, but ultimately fell on the road.

That's why it's called "tears".

It is regret and sorrow, the crystallization of unfulfilled dreams.

Its essence is the rudimentary form of power or authority; it is a semi-finished product.

Most importantly, with this drop of immortal tear, the success rate of breaking through destiny can be greatly increased!

Destiny is the first step on the path to immortality.

Countless legends are trapped in the Grand rank, unable to take that step for various reasons, lacking a suitable opportunity, but the Tears of Immortality is one of the best opportunities.

Moreover, there are other benefits to absorbing the Tears of Immortality.

It has a chance to strengthen its own rudimentary power or inherit a certain rudimentary power from the original owner.

The legacy mentions that the Tears of Immortality mainly increases the success rate of destiny, while the probability of strengthening or inheriting power is low, and only a lucky few can achieve it.

Even so, thinking about this made Hong Tielong's breathing become heavy.

"My Adaptive Evolutionary Talent"

"If I become immortal, then it will be my power."

"If I could obtain enough Immortal Tears, or even Destiny Fates, my powers would become even stronger!"

Adaptation is just the beginning.

Being proactive is part of the evolutionary process.

True power comes from the infinite evolution from proactive to unrestrained, becoming the ultimate and perfect life form.

Galos understood why, despite his talent growing stronger, he hadn't achieved a qualitative breakthrough.

Ultimately, it comes down to his insufficient level of life experience, which prevented him from accumulating his own power.

"Gods? Immortals?"

"Once I forge the ultimate perfect body, everyone will be inferior to me!"

In that instant, he felt an urge to jump into the abyss and wreak havoc.

Hunt down the great demons of the abyss!

Galos could almost picture that scene.

He stood in the abyss, with countless demon corpses beneath his feet, a handful of Immortal Tears clutched in his claws. Then, he absorbed, evolved, and broke through.
"Ok?"

Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the Immortal Tears.

"It's affecting me."

He sensed it carefully and discovered that the tear of immortality was trembling slightly, emitting some kind of invisible fluctuation, silently seeping into his consciousness, stirring his emotions, and amplifying his desires.

This is the original owner's obsession, condensed in this tear.

Garos composed himself and put the Tears of Immortality back into his spatial artifact.

The Tears of Immortality contain the original owner's obsessions and emotions; they cannot be absorbed and utilized casually. It requires time to prepare and the right method.

Absorbing it hastily might be counterproductive.

Galos exhaled a scorching breath.

He skillfully calmed his agitation, allowing his mind to settle again, and then he recalled the battle he had fought earlier.

"The one I just killed was truly a great demon."

"According to him, he downgraded himself in order to descend into the material world ahead of time."

Galos stretched his body.

The wounds on my body, which were healing, still ached faintly. In some places, where the bone was visible, new flesh was just beginning to grow; in some places where the wounds had been pierced, the internal organs had only just begun to regenerate.

Although he won, it was indeed a hard-fought battle.

Abaddon's power far surpasses that of a normal high-level demon general.

This guy is also a numerical freak.

There aren't many fancy skills; it's just pure stats. All attributes are extremely high, with strength, speed, and defense all at top levels. Furthermore, it can enhance its attributes by switching forms, making its already strong attributes even stronger.

In the early stages of the battle, he had Galos firmly under pressure.

If Garus hadn't been able to survive death, resurrect multiple times, regenerate through blood absorption, and rapidly evolve in battle, he might have truly lost.

However, Abaddon only has numerical values.

He doesn't have a very strong mechanism in place.

This great demon only knows how to fight head-on, overwhelming the enemy with its numerical superiority, charging in again and again. When it encounters an enemy that is impossible to kill and grows stronger the more it is attacked, it gets a little anxious.

Moreover, besides combat, the demon's lack of intelligence is also a major weakness.

If Galos were in a similar situation, he would immediately change his battle strategy upon noticing that the enemy's condition was not right.

Probe, observe, analyze, and find weaknesses.

If all else fails, retreat, preserve your strength, and look for another opportunity.

He would never do something so reckless, like he'd lost his mind and desperately want to see where the enemy's limits are.

However, there is no perfect race in the world.

This is a common weakness of the demon race. They are naturally violent, easily angered, and easily swayed by their emotions. When enraged, they are prone to losing their reason and becoming reckless.

If they were emotionally stable and possessed extremely high intelligence, perhaps the abyss would have already swallowed all worlds.

"Hopefully, there will be more powerful demons willing to weaken themselves in order to descend upon the material world."

"Then, they became my immortal tears."

Red Iron Dragon was in a good mood, thinking happily.

Although the battle was arduous, the gains were enormous.

A single tear of immortality is enough to atone for all sacrifices.

Moreover, he gained valuable experience from the battle and evolved a little more.

Immediately, Galos calmed himself down and looked down at the other areas.

The battle continues.

Fierce battles raged everywhere, both on the ground and in the sky.

The demons are still resisting and roaring, but the situation has completely turned against them.

The legends of the North are said to include the presence of the Crowned Holy Spirit.

The Domain of Destiny he unleashed amplified the power of his own legends while suppressing the power of the demons. With this shift in power, the legends of the North gained a tremendous advantage.

Galos glanced at it, showing no intention of interfering.

The demon general is fierce and makes a good whetstone.

The legends of the Northern Kingdoms are not in mortal danger, and they can gain a lot of combat experience by fighting the Demon General.

As for the legends of other regions...
Galus looked in different directions.

On the east side, the Grand Monk Varta's expression was calm.

His figure split into three, and the three figures simultaneously attacked the Iron Cavalry Demon.

The Iron Cavalry Demon General was covered in wounds, his demonic energy dissipated, and his movements were sluggish. The three warrior monks attacked in turn, combining punches and kicks, each strike carrying the power to split mountains.

Shortly after, he struck out with his palm again.

A vast amount of solar energy surged from his body, condensing into a giant hand, red-hot like a branding iron, carrying destructive power, and slammed fiercely towards the demon general.

boom!
The demon was slammed directly into the ground.

The earth shook violently, sending soil and rocks flying, creating a huge, palm-shaped crater.

On the south side, the magic tower hangs suspended in mid-air.

Afra stood atop the tower, her robes fluttering in the wind, surrounded by a dense aura of magic.

Her incantations were swift and perfect, constructing powerful spells.

As she uttered a syllable, chains of holy light shot out from the tower, wrapping around the already severely injured six-armed serpent demon.

The serpent demon struggled, waving its six arms, trying to break free of its chains.

However, the chains tightened rapidly, binding her more and more fiercely, digging into her flesh. Combined with the fierce attacks of other legends, the chains pulled her into the magic tower.

Almost simultaneously, thunder rumbled from the west.

Ramirez roared and growled, surrounded by thick, dark clouds with lightning flashing through them. He opened his massive maw, and lightning bolts rained down from the sky like a waterfall, crashing down on the high-ranking demon general who was his enemy.

The demon general was blasted black by lightning and fell from the sky.

The other demon generals also suffered repeated defeats under the attacks of numerous legends.

Previously, apart from the Northern Territory, the other legends fought very conservatively, but now they seem like completely different people, launching a fierce offensive and giving the demons no chance to breathe.

Red Iron Dragon watched this scene quietly.

When he was fighting Abaddon for his life, these people's attacks were not like this.

Although the demons were suppressed, they were able to hold on. The attacks from all sides seemed fierce, but in reality, they were lukewarm.

Now that Abaddon is dead, they're no longer conservative.

Oh.

Galos didn't say anything.

He simply hovered in place, watching quietly, neither helping anyone nor stealing anyone's prey.

At the same time, he took out potions, black oil, gems, and other items from his personal spatial storage, eating and observing as he worked, with his endless recovery and rapid regeneration operating simultaneously.

The dragon's body quickly recovered and healed, and its aura gradually became stronger, making it seem as if it had not been through a major battle.

Those he saw tensed up and intensified their attacks.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the battle was basically over.

The three Grand Masters and the Lord of Thunder blasted away the high-ranking demon generals they faced, the monk shattered the body of the Ironclad Demon, and the dragon's lightning turned the enemy into charred remains.

The Crown of Magic then took the target into the tower, its fate unknown, but it was unlikely to be good.

Soon, the last ordinary demon general was also killed.

It was a berserker demon, besieged by three human legends, and finally fell into a pool of blood. Its corpse fell from the sky, crashing to the ground and splattering a cloud of blood and mud.

The ordinary legends changed direction and began to clean up the ordinary demons.

The champions stopped.

They looked up at the sky, at the still-hovering, towering figure.

Before long, two human Grand Order beings approached him.

"Your Majesty's power is as blazing as the sun at its zenith."

Afra spoke first, saying, "Slaying the Great Demon alone and protecting the peace of Atlantis. Your existence is a blessing for the creatures of the North."

Galos glanced at her but did not respond.

Varta also flew up.

His expression was calm, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something. However, he did not speak, but silently hovered in front of the red iron dragon, his eyes sweeping over the wounds on the dragon's body.

On the other side, the Lord of Thunder did not approach.

Ramorion glanced at the Red Iron Dragon from afar, his gaze falling on the wounds on its body, watching them heal at a visible speed, with new scales already covering most of them.

Hong Tielong noticed his gaze but ignored it.

At this moment, the Triple Crown slowly opened its mouth.

"Your Majesty Ignas."

“I noticed earlier that you obtained a drop of immortality tear.”

"Can you give it to me? I'm willing to pay any price, as long as I have it."

Varta's tone was sincere, and his gaze was so intense it was almost burning.

Galos looked at him, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"You have a keen eye."

Varta nodded: "The aura of the Tears of Immortality is unique and cannot be hidden from those who are close to Schicksal. Your Majesty should also know that I have been stuck in the Grand rank for a long time and am just one step away from this goal."

"With the Tear of Immortality, I will most likely be able to break through the Heavenly Mandate."

He paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Please grant my request, Your Majesty. I am willing to pay any price."

He made no attempt to hide his desire.

Garus looked at him, his voice calm, and asked, "What were you doing while I was fighting the Great Demon?"

Before the Triple Crown could answer, the dragon's gaze sharpened.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping not only over the Tripartite Crown, but also over the Crown of Magic, and over the Thunder Lord watching from afar.

Then, in a low voice, he said, "I'm tired of all the formalities and I don't want to play games with you anymore."

“I know perfectly well that you are deliberately stalling for time.”

"With your strength, you could quickly defeat the opponent and support me, but you did not. If I and the demon are both severely injured, you would be happy to destroy me along with the demon."

His gaze was like a knife, piercing towards the three prime ministers.

“We are competitors, that’s for sure. If I were in that situation, I wouldn’t rush to support my competitors either.”

"But you still dare to dream of obtaining the Tears of Immortality from me?"

These words tore away the last fig leaf of the four-party alliance.

Varta opened his mouth, but was momentarily speechless.

He was never good with words.

Moreover, what Garros said was true; he was indeed delaying and observing, intending to let the dragon and the great demon both suffer heavy losses.

Afra's eyes flickered slightly, but she stood aside without saying a word. Her gaze swept back and forth between the dragon and the monk.

In the distance, Ramorain, who heard these words, was slightly taken aback.

Then, he raised his head, a look of keen interest in his eyes.

"Your Majesty misunderstands; that was not my intention."

Varta finally spoke.

“If Your Majesty is willing to trade, I can draw up a contract promising never to invade the Northern Territory, and even leave Your Majesty a vast enclave on the eastern continent, ceding resource points to the Northern Territory for generations to come.”

"This contract can be witnessed by the gods; there is absolutely no possibility of reneging on it."

Galus remained unmoved.

"The purpose of a contract is to be torn up."

He said it in a nonchalant manner.

Varta's expression stiffened slightly.

However, he was still unwilling to give up the opportunity. He took a deep breath and asked again, "What do I need to promise or give up to change your mind?"

The dragon narrowed its eyes, and its aura became intense and dangerous.

“You can try to take it from me.”

"Other than that, there is no other way."

This statement leaves absolutely no room for negotiation.

On the one hand, Garus wouldn't create a Destiny-level competitor for himself for no reason. Once Varta breaks through to Destiny, he might be the next one to want to get rid of him.

On the other hand, he also needs the Tears of Immortality.

Leaving aside the possibility that it might enhance its own talents, if adaptive evolution could be truly strengthened, it would be a qualitative leap.

Breaking through one's destiny is no simple matter.

Dragons, if they don't die young, are destined to become legends.

This is an advantage of racial bloodline, but even dragons are not guaranteed to become the chosen ones just because they reach a certain age.

For the vast majority of dragons, the Grand rank is the ultimate limit of their lives; in fact, many dragons may not even become Grand rank.

There are very few Destiny Dragons on the entire planet Bernardo.

Varta remained silent for a few seconds.

His eyes flickered, his expression complex, and then he turned to look at the Crown of Magic, exchanging a glance with her.

Afra, the Crown of Magic, took a step back, looked at the dragon, then at the monk, and then spoke.

"Congratulations on obtaining such a treasure as the Tears of Immortality."

She first nodded slightly to Garros, then turned to the Tripartite Grand Master: "Lord Varta, which of us who have reached the Grand Master level doesn't have a destiny? I believe you can break through destiny on your own, why be so attached to external things?"

Clearly, she had no intention of getting involved.

Although both the Crown of Magic and Varta are human, they don't have a deep friendship and aren't on the same page.

She had no interest in the Immortal Tears, nor did she want to see an ASEAN Destiny born.

Moreover, if a real fight breaks out, she would probably be the first to be hit, with a very high probability of death. On the other side, there is also the Lord of Thunder, who may not necessarily target anyone.

As for the Red Emperor.
Perhaps many people have overlooked the fact that he is only a high-level legend, and is actually still a long way from the destiny.

Varta remained silent for a long time.

His expression darkened slightly. He glanced at the red iron dragon, then turned and left without saying anything more.

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