He is a pure-blooded dragon in the miniature garden.

Chapter 156 The "Reward" from the Heavenly Army

"Of course, I can only say that we will try the treatment, but I cannot guarantee that it will be cured."

Su Nian took precautions in advance.

After all, the wounds on Garolo Genrod were not caused by anyone else, but were inflicted by Az Dakkah during the evil dragon war two hundred years ago.

You could only say he was lucky to escape with his life. As for his injuries? They still bear the scent of Azdahah, making them extremely difficult to treat.

After all, the final trial for humans directly ignores any immortality and kills the opponent directly. Even the Twelve Guardians of the Heavenly Army, composed of ancient martial gods, were helpless when faced with the injuries inflicted by Azdakarha and could only rely on time to wear them down.

"It's okay, as long as you have the will."

Galoro smiled, not caring.

Over the past two hundred years, he has tried countless secret medicines and treatments, but none of them have been effective. In the end, he was almost ready to give up.

He was just trying it out, but it was a kind gesture from the young man, so he didn't refuse.

"Then I'll give it a try. After all, this is my first time using this kind of power, and I don't know what the side effects might be."

Su Nian took a deep breath and said that he was going to use the power of his cosmos, which could shatter everything and isolate any interference from the laws, to shatter the power left over from Azdaha.

Upon hearing this, Galoro burst into laughter.

"It's alright. Anyway, I'm just an old man now. It's good enough if I get a little better."

"Then here I come."

As she spoke, Su Nian slapped Galoro on the back, and a cold, desolate, and immense power surged into Galoro's body along with Su Nian's domineering will.

It began to fight against the remaining power of Azdahah within his body.

At the same time, a vibrant emerald green emerged from Su Nian's other hand, and endless vitality surged into Galoruo's body.

It constantly repaired the damage to his body caused by the clash between Su Nian's microcosmic power and the residual power of Azdakarha.

The cold universe spun within Garolo's body, easily eroding the rootless power of Az Dakkaha.

"Alright, it looks like it's working well."

After confirming that the residual power of Azdakar within Galoro's body had been cleared, Su Nian withdrew her hand.

Galoro stood up shakily and gave Su Nian a meaningful look.

"Your Highness, could you please knock me unconscious before treating me next time, or at least give me anesthesia?"

Su Nian's treatment was very effective, but as the battlefield where his cosmos clashed with Azdaha's power, his experience was not good.

In that brief exchange, he even felt it would be nice if he just died there.

"Haha."

Su Nian smiled helplessly. She had already said that this was the first time trying it, but those who would be receiving his treatment in the future would have a lot to suffer.

There are quite a few people injured in the final human trial in the miniature garden. This healing ability may be of great use in the future.

Sarah, who had been waiting for a long time, looked at Galoro with concern, the man who was not her father but was more like a father to her, and asked.

"Boss, how are you? Has your injury healed?"

"I'm fully recovered, including some of my old injuries."

Galoro said with a smile, slightly moving his body and emanating a subtle but oppressive aura.

That was the aura of a legendary expert with a four-figure reputation.

White Yaksha said happily upon seeing this.

"In that case, you'll be more confident in becoming the rulers of the hierarchy, and perhaps you can even return to your former glory."

Upon hearing this, Galoro revealed a confident smile.

He's still young, only a few thousand years old, and it's time to let those old guys in the South know that the King in Boots is back.
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500 outer gate, Heavenly Army Headquarters.

Mata, carrying Uesugi Kenshin, kicked open the gate of the Heavenly Army and shouted at Indra.

"Your Majesty, we've returned alive from the City of Flames. Aren't you curious about what exactly happened there?"

"What could be wrong?"

Di Shitian, who was lying in front of a mountain of documents and processing them, said speechlessly.

"At most, it's just that the island nation's gods are using some petty tricks."

"That's not just a small trick. Heh, let me tell you, the Flame City is quite lively."

Marta patted her chest, still shaken, and said.

Then, there was no sound.

Sensing something was amiss, Di Shitian looked up and asked in surprise.

How am I supposed to know how lively it is if you don't tell me?

"Okay, this is what you said."

Marta revealed a triumphant smile; this was something that the old man, Indra, had asked himself to say.

So what happened?

A sense of foreboding welled up in Indra's heart.

"It's nothing. It's just that the island nation's gods went mad and summoned the Kusanagi Sword, releasing the Six-Eared Macaque. The Six-Eared Macaque then transformed into a little girl connected to the Black Death, and through the connection of the spirit, it became a dystopian."

"Oh, right, Su Nian also took away the Void Star Tai Sui that sealed Azdaha, and used it to seal Izanagi inside."

"Yes, the lineage of the island nation's gods has now been completely severed."

"..."

Indra picked at his ear, looking at Marta with some suspicion.

"???? Are you sure that could have happened in one night?"

"Where did this Su Nian come from? She even managed to pull off a dystopian scenario? Is this for real or fake?"

"Are you guys trying to trick me?"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Uesugi."

Marta gestured towards Uesugi, who was standing behind her.

Sensing the doubt in Indra's eyes, Uesugi Kenshin nodded, indicating that what Mata said was true.

The next instant, with a loud thud, Di Shitian crashed heavily to the ground.

Marta looked at Indra's seemingly sudden death-like behavior and remained silent.

Indra appeared to be fine just now, but he had actually been gone for a while.

After a long while, Indra finally came to his senses and stared blankly at Mata.

"Martha, do you think it's too late for us to resign now?"

Seeing that Indra had already started packing his things, Uesugi Kenshin couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"It can't be that serious, can it?"

Upon hearing this, Indra paused for a moment, then turned to look at Uesugi Kenshin and Mata in silence. "This isn't a question of how serious it is; it's a question of whether we can survive."

"Ok??"

Upon hearing this, Marta opened her mouth slightly and looked at Indra with some confusion. Uesugi Kenshin did the same.

Indra's expression was very serious, and he did not seem to be lying.

"What exactly happened? These are some important events, but they shouldn't warrant this kind of reaction from you, right?"

Indra paused for a moment, then looked towards the west with a solemn expression.

"Absolute evil is Azdakha, but do you know the true identity of that dystopia?"

Upon hearing this, Marta felt a sense of foreboding. She seemed to have sensed something, a feeling similar to that of Kali Yoga, who had arrived prematurely.

"Could it be that person?"

Marta looked horrified, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Indra gave a wry smile.

"That's exactly what you think. Otherwise, why would the Church of the Cross become the world's largest religious sect after the dystopia ended?"

"Isn't it because they sacrificed the most in the dystopian war?"

Marta couldn't help but give a wry smile; she finally realized that she hadn't noticed the error.

"I hadn't even realized that dystopias are also religiously based. It was the Church of Christ who took control of the Third Perpetual Motion Machine and then created it out of thin air, treating believers like livestock to be fed with faith..."

She was clearly one of the twelve guardians who fought on the front lines against dystopia, yet she didn't even realize the truth about dystopia.

This made Marta feel sad; she felt that this miniature garden was becoming more and more unfamiliar to her.

At this moment, Di Shitian took out a cigarette, lit it silently, and sighed.

"This is because two poets of double digits have altered the world and concealed the truth."

"This is also why, after the dystopian war, all human interference with established human history was prohibited, and the real reason why the sandbox center does not recognize non-natural historical transitions."

"Otherwise, do you really think just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can take over the entire West District?"

"That doesn't warrant such a reaction, does it?"

Marta asked, puzzled, "Even if the dystopian was that Lord of Armies, he has already disappeared, hasn't he?"
She said it was no wonder that there had been no news of that Lord for nearly a thousand years; only Jesus would occasionally show up and demonstrate his existence.

"It's hard to say. I suspect that he may have already returned."

Indra said very solemnly, he did not want the current heavenly army to be pushed out to take the brunt of the attacks by a bunch of gods who did not want to be on the receiving end.

Upon hearing this, both Uesugi Kenshin and Marta showed expressions of horror. They clearly realized that the upper echelons were about to change.

No one knows what that master's sudden return is all about.

"Then what should we do next?"

Marta glanced at the still relatively clear western sky, shivered, and asked with trembling lips.

"What? What should we do next? What did I just say? Aren't you going to deal with official business?"

Indra glared fiercely at Marta, then buried himself in his work.

"Recently, we should pay less attention to the affairs of the higher-ups and not deal with any conflicts among them. We, the Heavenly Army, should just quietly handle the affairs of the lower levels."

Indra's behavior caused Uesugi Kenshin and Mata to exchange a glance, and then they could only hide their horror.

This time, the Japanese idol group has probably really stirred up a hornet's nest.

This can only be blamed on the island nation's gods; who told them to bring out the Six-Eared Macaque of all things?
Otherwise, we can't blame that person's brother, can we?
Just then, Indra suddenly looked up at Mata Dao.

"By the way, what amazing feat did that kid pull off?"

"They took away the Void Star Tai Sui, and it seems they also used the Black Death girl's unique organizer privileges to put Chenlong into a deep sleep."

Uesugi Kenshin said calmly, before leaving she checked the seal one last time.

Yes, the three-headed dragon is not far from breaking the seal now.

"They also killed Susanoo, captured Izanagi along the way, and shattered the island nation's gods' dream of returning to their peak with the help of the Kusanagi Sword."

"Pfft!! Cough cough!!"

Indra, who was drinking tea, was so startled by these words that he spat out his water.

"Who the hell is this troublemaker?"

"How come he's run into both good and bad luck? If I remember correctly, this kid isn't even a month old yet, is he?"

"So how should our Heavenly Army 'reward' this kid next?"

Marta emphasized the reward.

This kid is good in every way, the only bad thing is that he is a member of Ouroboros, the Heavenly Army's current greatest enemy.

Every time they caused even the slightest disturbance, Tianjun would be terrified.

For example, even without the dystopian aspect, this situation is enough to give the Heavenly Army a headache.

The key issue is that the Heavenly Army still has to clean up Su Nian's mess, wipe her mess, and deal with a bunch of other things like hunting down the remnants of the Japanese God Group.

Su Nian is truly a formidable enemy of the Heavenly Army.

Now, Marta has already begun to miss the days when Su Nian didn't come to the Little Garden.

"What other reward can we give? Let's unlock the Sun's Sovereignty - Ophiuchus."

Emperor Shitian sighed softly.

Although Ophiuchus is nominally a virtual solar sovereign created by the gods, those who truly know the inside story believe it is actually a little toy concocted by Kurima.

From that star beast corresponding to Ophiuchus, a dragon of the sun with a mass comparable to a star, is the anthropomorphism of the remnants of human civilization—the embodiment of a satellite flying in the sun's orbit.

As the strongest species and a giant dragon born from human heritage, it is an existence that is consistent with human cosmology.

A pure-blooded mechanical dragon? Besides Kurima, who else could create such a thing?
Now that it has been returned to its rightful owner, it would be rather unreasonable to hold onto the seal and prevent its release.

"The authority of those who dominate that class?"

"Let's return it to that kid too."

Di Shitian rolled his eyes.

"This will relieve some pressure on our Heavenly Army."

"It also gives that kid a place to vent his energy, so he doesn't accidentally cause any big trouble."

The initial rulers of the hierarchy also possessed authority over the central hub of the sandbox, albeit not a high one.

Especially Leticia, who was in charge of the absolute power at the time, had authority no less than that of an ordinary god-king.

However, this displeased many gods, Buddhas, and even the entire pantheon, so the Garden Knights were all wiped out.

Not even a god? How dare you claim authority over the central hub of the miniature garden? Who do you think you are?

Many of the permissions currently held by the Heavenly Army evolved from those originally held by Leticia.

(End of this chapter)