In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl.

Ivelda is dead!

This is only natural. Forcibly fusing Rhea's earth power and using the final great magic to enhance combat ability would be a terrifying burden, even for adventurers of Roy, Alphia, and Ota's caliber, let alone ordinary people.

At the cost of using her powers and grand magic, Ivelda's agile body turned to sand, and even Roy's Tenseiga couldn't revive her. A somber atmosphere enveloped the battlefield!

Name: War God Belt

Level: God-level

Special Effect (Eternal): Possesses the "Eternal" attribute, surpassing "Indestructible," with no durability limit. Even if forcibly damaged, it will repair itself!

Special Effect (Starlight): Gain the blessing of the stars and summon divine power to surround you.

Special Effect (Until Death): During battle, the more severe the injuries sustained, the stronger the individual's recovery ability; the more enemies faced, the stronger the ability value becomes, with no upper limit to physical ability enhancement!

This seemingly ordinary belt is a miracle!

In Greek mythology, Astraeus (god of the stars), Pallas (god of war and strategy), and Perses (god of destruction and ruin) were all children of Crios. Their powers of war, destruction, and ruin were more or less related to each other, making Crios a true god of war.

Roy was not happy that he had obtained "Ivelda's Belt," which she had obtained at the cost of her life.

"Congratulations on successfully seizing the belt of the Amazonian Empress Ivelda. The tenth world-class feat is complete. Shall we return to the heavens now?" Chaos's calm voice rang in Roy's ears, transcending time and space, devoid of any sorrow or joy.

"Does this count as something I stole?"

Roy scoffed; this was probably the least fulfilling of his many world-class achievements.

"The belt is in your hands, so it's considered taken by you, and you know that... One more question, do you want to return to the heavens?" Chaos replied.

Now that things have come to this, Roy knows, of course, that taking Ivelda's belt was just a pretext; the real world-class feat was to destroy the Fallen Celestials!

Look at the current state of the fallen gods and immortals!

The goddess Phoebe is suppressed in the underground city!

Cronus, Oceanus, and Rhea were severely injured and fell into the abyss, where they will not be reborn for a thousand years!

Coeus, Iapetus, Theia, Themis, and Mnemosyne were first severely injured by Cronus, and then bombarded by the meteors summoned by Cronus, which further aggravated their injuries, leaving them half-dead!

Clios, Hyperion, and Tethys were corrupted, lost their rationality, and were left with only their last breath!

"No, I can't leave yet!"

Roy refused, saying that while he, Loki, and Freya could leave after Celia and the others were seriously injured, the people of this era would suffer. Because there was more to this story!

Chaos seemed to know what Roy was thinking: "It wouldn't make any difference if you stayed."

Roy pressed, "What do you mean?"

Chaos made no attempt to conceal anything, stating quite frankly, "That black dragon has already devoured Phoebe, gaining the power to glimpse destiny. It can see its own future—it is destined to devour nine fallen gods!"

Upon hearing that the goddess Phoebe had perished, Roy, his heart heavy, asked, "Couldn't it have been stopped?"

"It will change its actions based on the future it sees... You can't stop it now, but maybe you could if you had completed the twelve world-class feats. How about it? Shall we hurry up and complete the remaining two feats?" Chaos continued to urge.

Upon hearing this, Roy felt that Chaos was a bit impatient, as if he wanted Chaos to complete a world-class feat as soon as possible. However, this matter should not have much to do with Chaos, since, on the surface, he was willing to complete the feat in order to bring Loki and Freya back to the lower realm.

Would someone be so proactive just to have fun?

Roy insisted on his decision: "Let's wait a little longer!"

Chaos was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Do as you please. Just call me if you want to return to the Celestial Realm."

After his conversation with Chaos ended, Roy's mind returned to the battlefield, where things had temporarily quieted down.

"It seems to be over."

Themis and the other fallen gods struggled to their feet, their faces filled with utter shock. The astonishment they felt today was greater than they had felt in the two thousand years they had spent in the underground city. This was a miracle created by humankind, and they had indeed underestimated the power of humanity.

Roy shook his head and said, "No, not yet!"

Just as Ivelda defeated Crios and her body dissipated, plunging the battlefield into deathly silence, and everyone's attention was drawn to this devastating victory, another unexpected event occurred!

"roar!"

A deafening roar, like that of a dragon emerging from the depths of purgatory, resounded, filled with endless savagery, greed, and destructive desires. The sound emanated from a bottomless abyss. The crowd turned their astonished gazes in that direction.

The tangible sound waves from the roar erupted like a tsunami from the entrance to the underground city, blasting away the rubble and corpses piled up nearby. The earth trembled violently once more with the roar, as if some colossal creature had awakened deep within the earth.

"Boom!"

A massive black shadow burst forth from the bottomless cave entrance; it was a ferocious dragon.

Its size was enormous, exceeding a thousand meters in length. Its scales were jet black, its head was ferocious, its vertical pupils were crimson like lava, its limbs were thick, and its claws gleamed with a sharp, cold light. Its huge dragon wings were fully spread out, blotting out the sky and almost completely blocking out the remaining sunlight on the earth.

"It really is it, that wretched dragon!"

Celia, Sharon, and the others immediately recognized it as the floor master they had encountered on the 89th floor of the dungeon—the strongest dragon! Roy frowned. This jet-black dragon bore a striking resemblance to the black dragon he had previously fought, but he had an inexplicable sense of unease. "I feel like I've seen this guy somewhere before…"

Loki was also staring at the black dragon emerging from the dungeon, muttering to himself as he desperately tried to remember.

boom!

A black dragon hovered in mid-air, its wings flapping slowly, stirring up a terrifying hurricane that tore through the mountains.

It looked down at the ravaged battlefield below, like a king surveying his hunting grounds, its tyrannical dragon might transforming into a heavy pressure that enveloped the entire area. However, for those who had experienced the oppressive aura of fallen gods and immortals, the dragon's pressure was nothing.

Then, the giant dragon opened its blood-red maw.

"Buzz!"

The dark red and pitch black magic energy was visible to the naked eye, flowing madly into its giant mouth like rivers flowing into the sea. A terrifying black energy ball quickly took shape, its surface crackling with fierce purplish-black arcs of electricity.

The dragon's breath was brewing; the magical energy in the atmosphere surged wildly, changing the entire sky's color to an ominous dark red. Dark clouds gathered, and lightning crackled. Everyone's expressions turned grave; danger was imminent.

"Don't even think about it!"

Just then, a cold voice rang out.

It was Albert! Thanks to Roy's prior arrangements, this great hero arrived on the battlefield but never joined the fight. He was on guard against the black dragon, so when the black dragon appeared, his reaction was the fastest!

"Wake up!"

Albert's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and a violent blue hurricane swirled around his body, making him one with the wind, transforming into a blue meteor tearing through the sky. His speed was incredible, leaving a series of lingering blue afterimages behind him. He charged straight up against the terrifying dragon's aura. The dragon's crimson eyes flickered slightly, and it raised its forepaw, slapping towards Albert.

Just as the dragon's claws were about to strike Albert, he used the force of the gale to slip through the gaps in the dragon's claws like a slippery fish. In the next instant, he was on the dragon's chest and abdomen!

"cut!"

Albert's longsword, wreathed in swift wind, erupted with a blinding azure light. He moved with the sword, a thin azure line slicing out and striking the dragon's belly. *Swoosh!*

Albert's long-awaited sword strike easily pierced through the dragon's tough scales, and a hideous wound tens of meters long suddenly burst open on the dragon's chest.

"Roar!" The dragon's face twisted as it let out a terrifying roar of pain and rage. Dark red, scalding dragon blood gushed out from the huge wound with a thunderous roar!

In its agony, the dragon's breath, which it had been brewing, suddenly dissipated, turning into a violent energy turbulence that backfired on itself, leaving it covered in wounds and losing half of its head.

The aftershock also sent Albert flying.

While Albert was battling the dragon, Roy set his sights on the remains of Crios, Hyperion, and Tethys. Since the black dragon had foresight, he directly attacked from the bottom, scattering the ashes of the fallen gods so that the dragon would have nothing to swallow!

Rumble! Rumble!

The golden lightning, imbued with the power of the skill "Godslayer," transformed into a roaring thunder dragon that pounced upon the remains of the three fallen immortals, shattering them into countless fragments that fell to the ground.

But Roy was extremely dissatisfied with the result.

The body of the fallen immortal god was as large as a mountain, and its toughness far surpassed that of the hardest metal. It was too difficult to completely destroy it. His condition was also not good, so he could only choose the path of killing the black dragon.

"Now!"

Roy, who was focused on the battle, sharpened his eyes. He endured the excruciating pain in his abdomen and the ringing in his ears, and activated spatial magic. Spatial fluctuations engulfed his figure.

Roy moved to the upper flank of the dragon.

"Break!"

Roy sheathed his nearly destroyed elven holy sword and took out a majestic and imposing halberd from his spatial ring—the very same quasi-god-level Dragon King Halberd dropped by the black dragon. He raised the Dragon King Halberd high, its long shaft radiating a chilling silver light, and slashed down fiercely at the massive, mountain-like body of the dragon.

The dragon was unwilling to give up, so it turned over and flapped its wings.

However, in the face of Roy's slash, which combined multiple abilities, the opponent's tough dragon skin, thick dragon bones, and connecting tendons were all neatly severed and torn apart by this slash!

"Awoo!"

The dragon let out an even more mournful howl than before, and its entire massive wing, which blotted out the sky, was severed from the root by Roy's slash.

The massive broken wing, splattered with dragon blood and shattered scales, crashed to the ground with a deafening roar.

Having lost one wing, the giant dragon plummeted toward the ground, looking utterly wretched.

Albert and Roy, the strongest of the ancient and the strongest of the modern, were able to suppress even a ferocious dragon that had reached LV.10, and in the blink of an eye, they severely injured this terrifying black dragon.

At that moment, Loki finally remembered something and shouted, "Roy, no, that's not a black dragon!"

Roy turned to look at Loki.

Loki hurriedly explained, "That's the evil dragon Nidhogg, a variant of the black dragon... But that's not quite right... Maybe the black dragon is the variant of it!"

Roy frowned. Among the murals in Dionysus's collection, there was one that recorded a battle in ancient times, in which six great celestial spirits used the "Six Rings of Celestial Spirits" to kill the evil dragon Nidhogg.

After Dionysus was defeated, they obtained his collection and saw the mural depicting the evil dragon Nidhogg, which was extremely similar to the black dragon. They speculated that Nidhogg and the black dragon might be of the same race, but different types of dragon monsters!

It's like the relationship between Asterios, one of the heretics, and the ordinary Minotaur.

Roy's expression changed slightly. If this was the evil dragon Nidhogg, then where was the real black dragon?

The answer seems quite obvious!

Roy suddenly turned his head and stared at the fallen gods and immortals.

Just as Roy and Albert's attention was drawn to the evil dragon Nidhogg, and everyone's gaze was fixed on the enormous creature tumbling and falling, "Whoosh!"

Cold and deathly black mist, seemingly capable of freezing the soul, silently emerged from the depths of the cracks in the earth caused by successive battles.

The viscous black mist was remarkably similar to that emitted by the mutated Crios, but far more sinister, as if it contained the most terrifying malice and greed in the world. After appearing, the black mist transformed into a silent black gale, sweeping across the scorched earth at unimaginable speed, its target the fallen gods and immortals who had been severely wounded and lay on the verge of death in the previous battle, as well as the half-dead Crios and his companions.

What?!

When the black mist touched those fallen immortals and gods, it transformed into hungry leeches and frantically burrowed into their wounds, ears, mouths, and noses, with shrill and short screams and cries echoing sporadically throughout the battlefield.

Coeus, Iapetus, Theia, Themis, and Mnemosyne were terrified and struggled desperately, but their condition was even worse than Roy's, and all their resistance was ultimately futile.

The remains of Clios, Hyperion, and Tethys had no chance of resistance.

The bodies of the fallen gods and immortals were enveloped by the black mist, which eroded them and plunged them into darkness.

The sudden, bizarre situation instantly drew everyone's attention. Albert, Celia... Loki and Freya stared intently at the scene. "Ughhhhhh!"

The fallen gods and immortals were completely engulfed by the black mist.

Upon seeing this, everyone's pupils suddenly contracted, and deep within their eyes seemed to surge with turbulent waves.

Roy then looked at Loki and Freya.

The black mist that devoured the fallen gods did not attack Loki and Freya, which relieved him. It seems that monsters are monsters after all; even if they have the power to glimpse fate, they will only act according to the trajectory of fate.