Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 142: Complete Submission, [Radiant Benevolent God]

The Dark Dragon King desperately urged the light in his claws, which resembled holy fire, and the power of the [Twenty] item was awakening.

He could sense that if he had just a few more seconds, this world-changing artifact would be activated.

At that time, even if they can't kill the opponent, they can at least affect the defensive item on his body. As long as they can break through that turtle shell even for a moment, the five dragons working together will have a chance.

However-

A figure appeared in front of him without warning.

Leilin.

He didn't even see how the other person got there. It wasn't teleportation, it wasn't acceleration, it just appeared out of thin air, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Then a fist loomed large in front of him.

boom!!!

The Dark Dragon King's head, a massive skull large enough to house a mammoth rolling around inside, exploded under this punch.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, bones shattered, and dragon blood poured down like a torrential rain.

The Dark Dragon King died.

Leylin withdrew his fist, flicked off non-existent blood from his hands, and said in a tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather: "I almost forgot you still have a [Twenty]. Although I'm not afraid, you'd better not activate it."

The remaining four true dragon kings stared blankly at this scene.

The Dark Dragon King, a member of their race who had lived alongside them for over a thousand years, a comrade who had just fought alongside them, was now nothing more than a headless corpse falling from the sky.

died.

He was killed with a single punch.

The Platinum Dragon King's pupils contracted violently.

He has lived for so long, seen countless powerful figures, and experienced countless battles, including the six great gods and the eight desire kings who made the entire dragon race tremble.

But never, never has anyone been able to kill a true dragon king with a single punch!

What is the concept of a True Dragon King? It is an existence connected to the origin of the world, a supreme being protected by the power of the origin.

Even the Eight Desire Kings, who had fought against it before, had to go to great lengths, set up numerous traps, and pay a heavy price to kill a true dragon king.

But this Preya in front of him crushed the Dark Dragon King's head with a single punch, as if he were an ant.

This strength—

For the first time, a genuine sense of fear welled up in the heart of the Platinum Dragon King.

What exactly is he fighting now?

The other three dragons were also stunned.

The Thousand Blade Dragon King's tail stopped thrashing, the Holy Heaven Dragon King's enormous body trembled slightly, and the Vampire Dragon King's pale scales seemed to have turned even whiter.

"run!!!"

The Platinum Dragon King roared suddenly, his voice filled with an unprecedented urgency and fear.

This roar startled the other three Dragon Kings, who almost instinctively activated the Primal Magic [World Movement] at the same time!

However-

Nothing happened.

They are still in the same place.

The four dragons were stunned at the same time.

"What's going on?!"

The Vampire Dragon King screamed in alarm and tried to activate his magic again, but it was no use. The primordial power was clearly surging, and the magic was clearly in operation, but they just couldn't leave this space.

Then they saw it.

In the surrounding space, one enormous figure after another was slowly emerging.

The Heavenly Fire Dragon King is engulfed in an inextinguishable flame.

The Crystal Dragon King's body is sculpted from the purest crystal, reflecting an eerie light.

The Frost Dragon King is surrounded by an ever-present mist of ice and snow.

The Thunder Dragon King's scales crackle with raging lightning.

And at the very front, there's the [Seven-Colored Dragon King], whose seven-colored scales shimmer under the blood moon.

One by one, those previously lost contact and controlled true dragon kings all appeared around them, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

The Platinum Dragon King's heart sank to the bottom.

No wonder the [World Movement] failed. With so many True Dragon Kings working together to seal off space, even world-class artifacts might not be able to penetrate it, let alone their primordial magic.

The Seven-Colored Dragon King spoke, his voice carrying an unusual calm: "Surrender, obediently submit to your master, lest you be beaten to death like Chang An."

"traitor!"

The Thousand-Blade Dragon King roared in fury, his sharp scales bristling, on the verge of exploding. "You spineless wretches! You're being controlled and you're still speaking up for your master!"

The Seven-Colored Dragon King shook his head, his tone remaining calm: "It's not control, it's submission. You don't understand the power of our master—"

"Bullshit!" the Thousand-Blade Dragon King interrupted him. "I'd rather die than act like you!"

The Holy Dragon King hovered in place, bewildered. His massive body seemed particularly clumsy at this moment. He looked at the "traitors" around him, and then at the figure opposite him who had killed Chang An. For a moment, he didn't know where to hide.

The Vampire Dragon King was still desperately trying to teleport, once, twice, three times, each time failing, and each failure making him more desperate.

The Platinum Dragon King looked at his former kin.

Before they were controlled, they were all his comrades-in-arms, but now, their eyes have lost their former sharpness, and all that remains is absolute obedience to that "master".

He thought of the six great gods and the eight desire kings.

Even the most arrogant invaders never managed to make the true dragon king willingly submit.

What exactly is this monster?

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Because he has already made his decision.

The Platinum Dragon King took a deep breath, and the primordial power within his body began to surge wildly, but it was not to launch an attack, but to self-destruct.

He will ignite all his power, centering on himself, to unleash the strongest [Ultimate Big Bang] of his life.

This was his ultimate trump card, and his last vestige of dignity.

Even if he were to be shattered to pieces, even if his soul were to be scattered, he would still use self-destruction to perish together with that monster and rid the world of this scourge.

However, Leylin made a move.

He raised his hand, and seven beams of light shot out from his personal space.

Those were seven weapons.

The Eight-Sided Han Sword, [Arrogance]. The blade is broad with a straight spine. A golden gem, looking down upon all living beings, is inlaid on the guard. It hovers in the air, its tip pointing directly at the Platinum Dragon King, as if looking down on an ignorant ant.

Tang sword, [Jealousy]. The blade is long and slender with an elegant curve. A dark green gem is inlaid at the edge of the blade, emitting an eerie light, as if it is envious of all the beauty in the world.

The horse-slaying sword, [Rage]. The blade is thick and heavy, exuding a murderous aura. A blood-red gemstone is inlaid on the back of the blade; just its presence alone evokes a sense of suppressed rage.

The katana, [Sloth]. The blade is as black as ink, and the dull gray gem on the hilt seems to be perpetually asleep, but the danger emanating from that languidness is more chilling than any sharp edge.

Kramer's Longsword, [Greed]. A two-handed greatsword, its hilt inlaid with glittering golden gems, seemingly ready to devour all the wealth in the world, now radiating a greedy desire towards the Platinum Dragon King.

The Atkan Longsword, [Gluttony]. Its blade curves like a snake, and the dark red gem on the hilt seems insatiable, its gleam a hungry light fixed upon its prey.

Finally, there was the wakizashi, [Lust]. Short and sturdy, its blade shimmered with an eerie pink luster; it was the very same wakizashi that had immobilized the Seven-Colored Dragon King.

Seven weapons, seven different lights, flew out simultaneously.

The Platinum Dragon King's pupils suddenly contracted as he tried to dodge, but the power of the self-destruction was already boiling within his body, leaving him no time to make any evasive maneuvers.

Puff puff puff—

Seven weapons were simultaneously plunged into his body.

Pride pierces the skull, envy runs through the heart, wrath severs the dragon's tendons, sloth nails the spine, greed locks the dragon's claws, gluttony bites the dragon's tail, and lust remains in the same old spot.

The Platinum Dragon King's body froze instantly.

A massive power surged from the seven weapons—an alchemical domain called [Sin and Punishment]—that intertwined within his body to form an invisible cage. The boiling self-destruction power, the impending world-destroying [Ultimate Explosion], solidified completely at that moment.

He has even lost the ability to think.

He could only watch helplessly as the human walked up to him, reached out his hand, and inscribed an extremely complex magic circle on his enormous dragon head.

It shimmered with golden light.

【Soul Contract Magic Circle】.

the other side.

When the remaining three true dragon kings saw that the platinum dragon king was restrained, they instinctively wanted to rush to his rescue.

However, as soon as they moved, the controlled True Dragon Kings surrounded them.

"Get out of my way!" the Thousand-Blade Dragon King roared, trying to break through the encirclement.

Then he was hit in the face by a mouthful of flames from the Heavenly Fire Dragon King.

Next came the Crystal Ray from the Crystal Dragon King, followed by the Frost Dragon King's Extreme Cold Breath, and then the Thunder Dragon King's Lightning Impact, a group attacking one at a time, with no suspense whatsoever.

The Thousand-Blade Dragon King was beaten so badly that he lay on the ground, his scales flying off and blood flowing freely, unable to get up again.

Before the Holy Dragon King could even make a move, he was pinned to the ground and rubbed against the ground by several dragons working together. His massive body became a burden at this moment, and he couldn't even dodge.

The Vampire Dragon King did try to run away, but the Seven-Colored Dragon King had already seen through his little scheme. The Seven-Colored Dragon King blocked his way, looking at him with a half-smile: "Old friend, don't struggle."

Vampire Dragon King:

He gave up resistance in despair.

As the golden light faded, the Platinum Dragon King slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes changed.

It was no longer the anger and determination of before, but the absolute submission of a contracted magical beast to its master.

Although the pride of being the "Son of the Dragon Emperor" still lingered deep within him, when he spoke, his voice was filled with nothing but respect: "Master."

The other three dragons stared blankly at the scene.

"platinum?!"

The Thousand-Blade Dragon King couldn't believe his eyes. "You—how could you—"

The Platinum Dragon King turned his head to look at his former companions, his tone as calm as if nothing had happened: "I have already submitted to my master. Come on, you too. You cannot imagine the power of my master."

The Thousand-Blade Dragon King opened his mouth, wanting to curse, but found that he couldn't utter a sound.

The Platinum Dragon King was the strongest and most principled among them. Even he had submitted, so what else could they do?

"I'm not reconciled!" the Thousand-Blade Dragon King roared, struggling to get up. "I'm going to escape! I'll come back when I'm stronger—"

—

Before he could finish speaking, he was pinned down again by several dragons working together.

Leylin walked over, looked down at the struggling dragon, and smiled.

"Feeling resentful? That's alright."

He reached out and activated the magic circle again.

Golden light enveloped the Thousand-Blade Dragon King.

After a moment, the Thousand-Blade Dragon King fell silent.

"Master—Master." He lay on the ground, his voice filled with resignation, but also with reverence.

The remaining two dragons, witnessing this scene, were utterly despairing.

They couldn't escape, they couldn't fight back, and even the strongest Platinum Dragon King surrendered.

The Holy Dragon King sighed and lowered his head: "I am willing to submit."

The Vampire Dragon King hesitated for a moment, then finally lowered his pale head: "I'm willing too."

Leylin made contracts with them one by one.

Golden light flashed one after another.

When the last golden light dissipated, all the true dragon kings present had become Leylin's contracted magical beasts.

The Platinum Dragon King stood there, looking at his companions who had also submitted, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

The era of dragons ruling the world has come to an end.

The dragons' mission to protect the world has come to an end.

From now on, they will all be their master's pets.

He sighed, his gaze falling on the headless corpse of the Dark Dragon King.

It's such a pity, my old buddy died so unjustly.

Leylin also looked at the corpse.

He walked over and took out the [Twenty] item from the corpse, which hadn't yet been activated.

It was a peculiar relief.

A figure stands atop a winged sun disc, holding a golden ring, his body enveloped in a holy, fire-like light. His image is majestic and sacred, as if he were the embodiment of the power of good.

Leylin recognized the figure.

Ahura Mazda.

Zoroastrianism—also known as fire worship—is the supreme god, representing the pinnacle of the power of good in the dualistic view of good and evil.

"【Radiant God of Benevolence】," he murmured.

This world-class item is said to have an effect range covering the entire world, and can exert unimaginable power on objects with a "negative justice value".

For an organization full of villains, this thing is a natural enemy.

But for him—

Leylin thought about the demi-humans and aliens he had killed. Although there were many of them, he never considered it a sin.

If he had to rank his sense of justice, he felt it was—okay?

He fiddled with the item, number twenty, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Good stuff, keep it.

After putting away this powerful item, Leylin looked at the headless body of the Dark Dragon King.

Then, Leylin activated the resurrection spell.

However, nothing happened, and the Dark Dragon King was not resurrected.

Leylin turned to look at the Platinum Dragon King: "Can he be resurrected?"

The Platinum Dragon King shook his head, a hint of regret in his voice: "Master, the soul of the True Dragon King is protected by the power of origin, so the resurrection magic among the ranks of magic is ineffective against us."

After all, the true dragon kings aren't fools. If they knew this trick was effective, they would have used resurrection magic to revive the other true dragon kings long ago.

He paused, then explained, "Theoretically, only special resurrection magic from primordial magic, or world-class items with resurrection effects, can bring us back to life."

Theoretically, there is resurrection magic in Primal Magic, since it involves the soul. It is estimated that as long as the soul is not completely consumed like the Coffin Dragon King, it can be restored through Primal Magic.

However, neither the Platinum Dragon King nor his companions knew this move.

"But none of us know the resurrection spell from the Primal Magic. I'm afraid only my powerful father, the legendary Dragon Emperor, has mastered that power."

Leylin nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

He waved his hand and put the corpse of the Dark Dragon King into his personal space.

"Then let's keep him for now," he said. "I'll bring him back once I've learned the resurrection spell."

The Platinum Dragon King paused for a moment, then lowered his head.

Master, you're not even sparing the dead!

But he didn't say anything.

Leylin glanced around, looking at the several enormous true dragon kings around him, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, let's go home."

He took flight first, followed by a vast and imposing procession of dragon kings.

The blood moon gradually faded, the meteor shower stopped, and the icy and fiery inferno slowly dissipated.

All that remained was a devastated land, bearing witness to the greatest catastrophe in the history of the dragon race.