The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

"Go quickly, I only need enough here, as many as you can get." Xue Luding just wanted to collect information on why the dead dragons exhibit different characteristics in each person, just like the obsidian's tumor dragon and the little girl's tumor Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Yes, I'll act immediately." She stopped arguing and left like a subordinate who had truly sworn allegiance, beginning to take stock of all those who were more severely infected.

Xue Luding planned to take this time to look at the mythology of this world and other information he had collected.

"By the way, what's your name?" Xue Dinglu looked at the Tyrannosaurus Rex girl, but he actually had a very wicked thought in his heart.

While other girls grew up to be born with a pair of rabbits, she grew up to tear open her shirt and say with a ferocious expression, "Look, a Tyrannosaurus Rex!"

The image was so abstract that even Xue's Law couldn't help but chuckle.

"White Crow, my name is White Crow, Doctor... no, that's not right, I should call you Commander now..." The girl who called herself White Crow seemed a little shy as she spoke, and she seemed even more shy after Obsidian left.

"Forget it, go play with her. By the way, she's younger than you, so you should take care of her as the older sister," Xue Dinglu said, pointing to the little dragon girl who was constantly tugging at the bread knight.

Bai Ya looked at the 1.6-meter-tall Little Dragon Girl, then looked at her own height of less than 1 meter, her head filled with question marks.

"Doctor...Commander, is she really younger than me? How old is she?" Bai Ya asked shyly.

"Not even one year old."

“One year old…” Bai Ya was stunned. He looked at the little dragon girl who was almost 1.6 meters tall. At this moment, the little dragon girl also saw that her “mama” had found another little one to come and keep her company.

She wasn't angry; instead, she reached out and handed over a piece of bread that she had licked clean of cream.

"Is this for me?" Bai Ya took the bread, which still had some cream on it, and took a bite. Instantly, the soft and chewy bread and the sweet cream filled his throat. This delicious taste, which seemed to be the first time he had ever eaten it, instantly made his brain feel stronger, releasing countless dopamine called "happiness".

Little Dragon Girl pointed to the cream on Bread Knight's leg, then to herself, and then to White Crow, meaning "I'll eat the cream and you eat the bread." Now that she's better off, she doesn't want to eat bread anymore; she just wants to lick the higher-calorie cream.

The two little ones started playing a bread-eating game, while the bread-man knight remained motionless, seemingly without any objection.

Xue Dinglu didn't care about the two little girls playing together; he opened the record in his hand.

"In the beginning of time, the World Tree supported the sky and the earth, created all things, and brought life and hope to the world..."

"Sinners, resentful of the World Tree's kindness, launched a rebellion, attacking the World Tree with the power of fel energy, plunging the entire world into its corruption, and the First War of the Gods broke out..."

"The war ended, and all the sinners were punished and executed. The World Tree, dissatisfied with the world's sinners, ceased to protect the world, plunging it into eternal winter..."

"However, the eldest sons of the World Tree refused to give up. They pleaded with the World Tree to allow them to maintain the world, so that the remaining non-sinful descendants of this land could live on and atone for the sins of the sinners..."

"The firstborn sons received their promised land, they remained in this world, they are the messengers of the gods, they are the descendants of the gods, the shepherds who raise the silent lambs in place of the gods, they call themselves... the Dragonborn!"

……

Xue's Law: "..."

The Old Demon Emperor: "..."

They exchanged a glance and extracted information from this distorted myth.

The World Tree is the Divine Tree, and the Sinners are actually native creatures from the previous civilization who rebelled against the Divine Tree and the Apostles. The eldest son is the Dragon Clan.

The entire piece is a nonsensical myth, utterly fabricated. It's like someone who just graduated with a degree in journalism and is eager to show off their newfound expertise—a distorted, selectively written, and completely fabricated myth…

It shifts all responsibility to the rebels of the pre-civilization, and the whole thing is like saying "it's all your fault for rebelling," which is utter nonsense, nonsensical, and an insult to his intelligence.

However, Xue and his colleagues were indeed able to glean a lot of key information from this myth.

Xue Lude and the Old Demon Emperor divided the work: Xue Lude read myths, while the Old Demon Emperor began to read about world affairs and local customs, ignoring the nonsensical remarks and immediately extracting relevant information from the most professional perspective.

A campfire burned inside the house.

The two little ones were playing with the Bread Knight on the other side, constantly nibbling on the Bread Knight's calves.

……

On the other side, Olivia has successfully transformed into a "dragon girl" through shapeshifting.

She successfully reached her destination, the world's highest peak—Mount Holy, which was also the abode of the dragons she was investigating.

However, to her surprise, her arrival seemed to expose her very quickly. Countless dragon people excitedly surrounded her, pointing and whispering about her. This made her almost think she had been caught red-handed, and she was about to start shaking Xue's Law over.

The next moment, an old and frail dragonman said, "A new primordial dragon has been born! My Lord Dragon God, she has the opportunity to participate in the royal selection ceremony and succeed to the position of the next 'Tyrannosaurus God'!"

The aged dragonman worshipped the holy mountain, leaving Olivia of the interstellar column completely bewildered.

Me, me?

Wasn't I supposed to be an undercover agent gathering intelligence? How come it suddenly seems like I'm about to become the new Tyrannosaurus God?

Oh no, what if the undercover agent becomes the boss?

And what does "Primordial Dragon" mean? She couldn't find this thing in the intelligence she investigated, but her sixth sense told her that this thing might be a key secret of this world, and she seemed to have been mistaken for some "Primordial Dragon".

However, the greater the risk, the more expensive the fish. She has now become a candidate for the Tyrannosaurus God, which also means that she can touch the most crucial core of the dragon race, namely the Tyrannosaurus God of this world.

Fortunately, her shapeshifting ability and the "Faceless Mask" left by Xue's Law gave her the confidence not to be exposed. As for the primordial dragon, she could simply say that you had mistaken her for someone else.

Just as she was brainstorming, the voice of the "current Tyrannosaurus God" seemed to come from the Holy Mountain.

"Can!"

Olivia: "..."

Is she really about to become the boss?

Chapter 226 The Fate of the Abandoned Clan

She even felt something was off about the identity of this "Primordial Dragon." Why was she completely unaware of this thing after being here for several days, but the whole world seemed to change after she brought Xue's Law over?

Soon, things progressed with unexpected efficiency. On her very first day infiltrating the dragon race, Olivia was granted an audience with the Tyrannosaurus God, accompanied by two other "candidates for kingship" from her cohort.

Unlike those who suddenly squeezed in through the identity of some "Primordial Dragon," the other two dragonmen were candidates from large families, individuals she could deduce from her previous intelligence.

Therefore, she was more familiar with the two people; all she needed to know was that they represented the two major races of the dragon race.

However, their so-called family and identity are completely vulnerable when facing the "Tyrannosaurus God," and may even become a disadvantage in the King's selection.

The social structure of the dragon race is very strange, somewhat similar to that of a religious state. The Tyrannosaurus God is the supreme "god", and all dragons under the Tyrannosaurus God are equal. Here, dragons of all races are treated equally.

The so-called family is actually more like a bond formed between several wise old dragons, just like the merchant families in a religious country who donate more money. But no matter how much money they donate, their sons have no advantage in being chosen as popes.

On the sacred mountain, the ancient bronze gate slowly opened, revealing a middle-aged man sitting on a bronze throne.

Unlike the "dragon people" in the outside world who have a lot of reptilian features, this Tyrannosaurus God is more like a pure "human" than a dragon. However, when he raises his head, his reptilian-like vertical pupils seem to emit a hopeful light.

What kind of look was that? Olivia couldn't describe it. His eyes seemed to be filled with molten lava, and all power and strength were displayed on him, like a person trapped in the desert, extremely lonely, whose pupils contained only himself, the world, and ants.

She still feels that it was too easy for her to come into contact with the "Tyrannosaurus God" of the world, so easy that it felt abnormal to her.

Everything seemed to have a price tag at this moment, which made her hesitate, wondering whether she should be prepared to shake up Xue's Law at any time, and then have the two of them have a mixed doubles match against Tyrannosaurus God right here.

No matter what Tyrannosaurus Rex's purpose is, as long as you keep beating it, you'll eventually be able to pry it open.

However, she hesitated because of Tyrannosaurus Rex's strength. It would be funny if she couldn't defeat Xue Lude if she brought him over. So she prepared an emergency communication device. She even planned to honestly activate the emergency communication device here and summon many seniors to come and help.

But Tyrannosaurus Rex didn't behave as she expected. He simply stood up and said, "Come with me."

Without putting them through any trials, the magnificent and ancient palace exuded endless loneliness and desolation. At this moment, none of the three of them had any thoughts of "competition." Instead, they all began to feel nervous.

Although the three of them were nervous about completely different things.

The Tyrannosaurus God led them to the back of the palace, where bronze doors slowly rose, as if a living dragon head were embedded in them, its scarlet pupils staring at them all, causing the three chosen dragons to stiffen.

"Great Tyrannosaurus God, what kind of trial do we need to undergo?" another dragon couldn't help but ask.

Olivia immediately perked up her ears. She was also very curious. This Tyrannosaurus God basically didn't say a word and didn't conduct any tests or trials. It seemed like he was just waiting for them to be automatically chosen, doing nothing.

Or rather, it doesn't matter to him who is chosen; he's just going through the motions of completing the task.

“Take a look at the secrets of the dragon race. After you have seen them, you will naturally choose the true successor.” The Tyrannosaurus God was not as cruel and inhuman as the legends suggested; instead, he spoke directly.

Then, as soon as they stepped into the room filled with barriers, Olivia felt as if she had been instantly trapped in an illusion.

What she saw was no longer this room, but countless dragons swirling and tearing at the world. The wasteland was littered with withered bones, and endless giant beasts crawled out from the depths of the piles of corpses. They spread their membranous wings and descended from the sky, furious and ferocious, breathing out dragon breath, just to launch a final attack on that "enemy".

Then, the dragons' blood splattered across the sky, and their bodies fell like kites with broken strings, shattering into pieces and becoming part of this land of bones.

On this battlefield, every second seemed to see countless dragons dying, their blood soaking the earth. Their faces, their blood, their broken bodies, and their torn wings were all in a never-ending, nightmare-like cycle.

Every second, more dragons crawled out of the pile of corpses, and then they seemed to launch a desperate attack on the enemy, finally turning into a pile of twisted and mangled flesh.

Olivia was puzzled and confused. Why was she seeing such a scene?

Every dragon on this battlefield is as powerful as her, so why is there an enemy that so many dragons cannot defeat? Who is it?

Confused and puzzled, she raised her head, her clear eyes looking at a "world consciousness" soaked in dragon blood!

She was certain that it was world consciousness!

But now, the world's consciousness seems to have completely lost its vitality. It is left with only instinctive counterattacks. Every moment, giant dragons generated from this battlefield of corpses and blood launch attacks against it, but soon those giant dragons are easily torn apart by it.

Blood and flesh piled up endlessly, covering the earth layer upon layer. Within this land, newborn dragons sprang up like mushrooms after rain, seemingly unleashing their boundless fury upon the world. Dragon roars and dragon blood became the dominant theme of this world.

As for the world, it had ceased to think... Olivia could sense that the world's consciousness had become an empty shell, seemingly completely soaked in dragon blood, now only capable of instinctive retaliation.

If this instinctive reaction disappears, endless dragons will swarm and tear it apart...

Having seen this, she understood the dragon clan's purpose!

That is, to steal the power of the world!

No, it can't be called stealing the world's consciousness. They are like the most insane and reckless madmen, using endless life and numbers to launch a self-destructive attack on the world like ants killing an elephant. Every dragon is fighting with all its might, just to launch even the slightest, insignificant attack on the world before it dies.

Even if it's just a single drop of their blood splashed onto the world's consciousness, it would be worth dying for them.

This is no longer stealing the world's power, it's outright robbery!

If that's true, then on this battlefield unknown to anyone, the dragons and the world's consciousness have been locked in a tug-of-war for over three thousand years. This protracted war and rituals have completely shaped the dragon history of this world.

Now, they are almost successful. The world's consciousness is no longer maintained, only instinctive counterattacks remain. In fact, the dragons seem to have sounded the horn of victory, and they are attacking the world with their bodies even more vigorously.

Olivia felt a chill run down her spine. They were too late. If her guess was right, then it was too late!

The dragons have already seized most of the world's power. What they are going to deal with is no longer just an extraordinary race, but half of the world's consciousness!

In particular, they are fighting against half the world's consciousness on their own soil.

The next moment, the scene before her eyes gradually disappeared, and she seemed to return to that bronze hall, surrounded by the other two royal chosen ones who had entered with her, as well as the "Tyrannosaurus God".

"Aaaaaah, hum ah ah!" One of the royal chosen ones went mad, no one knew what he had seen. At this moment, he was desperately tearing at his face, tearing off his scales bit by bit. His entire face seemed to be torn apart. He fled outside in a panic, like a madman.

The other one wasn't much better off; his entire dragon had its back arched, and his body no longer maintained a human form but resembled a spiny dragon in an emergency.

Finally, Tyrannosaurus God looked at her and smiled.