I, the Lord of the Fifth Heavenly Throne, flow out of all things!

[Dragon Wings] that allow dragons to fly.

The dragon's eye allows the dragon to see.

The [minions] that allow dragons to kill.

[Dragon scales] that protect the dragon's body.

[Roar] that conveys will and voice.

And the [keel] that makes up the entire body.

When the six demon blood clans combine together, they become a complete dragon.

Considering the different powers among the various blood clans, Duanmulian guessed that these powers might be part of the power of the Dragon God.

"Mobius, you only need to accumulate and understand knowledge. What you lack now is the power to protect knowledge. Take this strengthening medicine."

After coming back to her senses from Long's incident, Duanmulian took out the ghost-transforming medicine that had been improved to perfection from her space ring and gave it to Mebius.

At the same time, through mental thoughts, he informed the other party of the effect of this potion.

While accepting the information in his mind, Mebius took the purple potion handed to him by Duanmulian.

The potion sparkled magnificently under the light. After knowing the effect of this potion, it seemed as beautiful as a rare gem in Mebius' eyes.

As long as you take this potion, you will gain a nearly immortal body, and your physical fitness will soar to an inhuman level.

...........

Two nights later, the Sun Cult's actions began.

In a base dozens of kilometers away from the city of Shenzuo.

Through teleportation magic, Duanmulian, the Saint of Prison, and the Saint of Machinery were transferred here together.

A dry and cold wind mixed with the smell of blood blew over, and as far as the eye could see was an endless desert.

Although it was night, the desert looked unusually bright at this moment.

It wasn't because of the moonlight, but there was a very powerful light source in this area that dispelled the darkness of the night.

"I didn't expect that old guy to come too."

Sitting on the platform with her legs crossed, Duan Mulian looked down at the flames burning like the sun.

In the midst of the blazing flames, a skeletal figure bound by chains was sitting there.

The Sun Saint personally came forward and presided over this purge operation.

"Because this incident is of great importance, only the Sun Saint is qualified to handle it."

On the right side of Duanmulian, the Prison Saint, who was sitting in a square iron cage, smiled gloomily and embarrassedly.

The Mechanical Saint looked around curiously, then pulled at the corner of Duan Mulian's clothes and asked:

"Hey, isn't the silver-haired girl next to you coming over?"

"...Are you interested in Liu Zi?" Duanmulian glanced at the Mechanical Saint.

"Hehe, I can see that she is similar to me, so I am very interested in her."

"You can be interested, but please don't take any action. I will tear you apart again."

Duanmu Lian ended the topic mercilessly, then turned her head to look not far below.

Liu Zi has been in charge of protecting Mebius during this period, so it is naturally not appropriate for her to appear in this kind of occasion.

At this moment, in front of the Sun Saint, another person was teleported over through teleportation magic.

A Kalula had her hands handcuffed to limit her magic power and was being chained by two soldiers of the Sun God Cult.

Buzz———!!!

At this moment, the flames covering the Sun Saint's body suddenly exploded, and a scorching wave swept over.

Finally, the surging flames slowly condensed in the air and eventually formed the image of a majestic old man.

He looked down at Carla below with calm and indifferent eyes.

Snap...

Under such a look, the trembling Kalula knelt down weakly, then lowered her head deeply, resting it on the flattened desert.

"The culprit who caused all the Carulas to lose control, manufacturing number 19835, do you have anything else to say?"

The majestic voice of the Sun Saint, like thunder, rang out under the night sky.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Kneeling on the ground with her head bowed, Kalula trembled and cried, and apologized with a trembling voice and sobs.

She knew she had committed an unforgivable sin.

"No need to apologize. After all, I was also at fault."

The Sun Saint sighed, and his flame face revealed a trace of nostalgia. He said, "Because I thought you were a very outstanding individual back then. Your total amount of magic power and the number of years it has been running far exceed those of ordinary individuals. I can't help but remind me of the original saint when she was alive."

"At that time, I was thinking that if we could mass-produce individuals like you, the combat power of the Sun God Cult would be greatly improved. Therefore, I ordered the mass production of individuals like you and let you be responsible for educating them."

"However, the result has turned out to be what it is now. You and I have both failed those who sacrificed their lives for the great cause of slaying dragons!!!"

Buzz————!

With the last low shout from the Sun Saint, the teleportation magic was activated again.

Something else was teleported over, and not just one.

Kneeling on the ground, Carla looked behind her tremblingly. The moment she saw the scene behind her clearly, she froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Because none of the things that were teleported were alive.

On the vast sandy land extending to the horizon, neatly arranged supports were being transported over.

On each bracket, there was a head of Kalula with lifeless eyes.

Each head was stained with blood, and the corners of the eyes seemed to be shedding tears of blood, leaving two bloody trails.

The empty look in their long-dead eyes combined with their equally empty expressions showed that even though they were dead, they still felt a deep despair in their hearts.

Looking around at this moment, the number of Kalula's heads is as high as tens of thousands.

These are all out of control Carla.

In other words, Kalula gained self-awareness.

"All the Carulas that were mass-produced based on you are out of control!"

"Countless violations of orders have directly led to the continuous retreat on all fronts. Even if you all die, the number of soldiers who died on the battlefield will not be as great as it is!"

"It seems to me that you are accusing the sun god of not being worthy of belief at all!"

Although the Sun Sage's tone was calm, it contained pain and anger.

If you fight a dragon, there will be damage and death.

But he absolutely would not agree to let those who sacrificed their lives for the cause of slaying the dragon die because of other stupid things!

Soldiers are expendable, but they cannot die tragically because of the stupidity of their commanders.

By the same token, the warriors of the Cult of the Sun cannot allow their lives to become meaningless because of Kalula's willful behavior.

“Ahhh….I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”

After seeing the heads of her compatriots, Carla could no longer hold back her tears and burst into tears.

Why...why did it turn out like this?

She was just saving others, and had been using her power to save others all the time. She just wanted to love herself in the process of saving others... Why did it turn out like this?

Ever since Carla gained self-awareness, she has become a little more optimistic.

Even though she and her sisters are replaceable, they can mourn themselves and love themselves.

She just wanted to tell her fellow citizens this.

So, is this such a sinful act? God...

"..."

Duanmulian was watching the scene from the high platform with a cold expression and silence.

He recalled the countless times he had sacrificed himself, as well as the clones like himself.

In the beginning, he was also a clone similar to Carla.

At that time, he had seen countless defective clones who looked like himself being destroyed in Ayase Kozo's laboratory.

The righteous Cult of the Sun God, the tragic and miserable Saint of Time...who is right and who is wrong?

There's no point in worrying about this.

Everyone lives in this world for their own will, but the differences between people lead to separations due to misunderstanding of each other.

As soon as the replica of Kalula was born, she was given the mission of contributing to the Cult of the Sun.

It would be fine if she didn't have her own will, but for Kalula, who already had self-awareness, it was a misfortune.

Duanmulian had no sympathy or empathy for Kalula.

In this world, or in countless worlds, there are people who are born unfortunate from the beginning. Everything is a matter of time and fate.

“Boom boom boom —!!!!!!”

Duanmulian raised her head and looked into the distance. The deafening thunder shattered the tranquility of the night and was coming towards her at an unstoppable speed.

This moment seemed frozen.

No, or rather, at this moment, because someone was walking too fast, it gave the illusion that time had slowed down.

Faster than sound, a ferocious figure surrounded by golden thunder attacked the Sun God Cult base from hundreds of kilometers away in an instant.

The target of that golden lightning is——Kalula!!!

It looks like he wants to kill the other person, but in fact he wants to save the other person with his amazing speed.

But, can it be saved?

Just before the ferocious figure in the golden thunder was about to touch Carla, a hand suddenly appeared and forcibly stopped the hand that was reaching out to Carla!

But is it possible?

With such an extremely fast speed, can it really catch a being as swift as thunder?

“Bang—!”

Absolutely, easily!

After a strange sound, a huge hand like an iron clamp tightly grasped the black dragon claw that was flashing with thunder.

At this moment, on the right side behind Kalula, Duanmulian's figure appeared here at some point.

With a calm expression, he grabbed the dragon claw that was stretched out towards Kalula by the dragon-like Kamui!

"you!"

After transforming into a dragon, his entire body turned pitch black and was flashing with golden electric light. He looked fiercely and violently at Duanmulian who had tried to stop him.

A few years later, the two who had once fought each other met again.

"Good evening, good night!!!"

Unafraid of Shenwei's ferocious look, Duanmulian responded with an even more ferocious smile, then grabbed Shenwei's arm and exerted force violently.

Strengthen the impact of level 6.6 power——Qin Yueyang!

With high-intensity concentrated body strength, coupled with the terrifying Yangyan fire power, Duanmulian exerted force with his arm, and Shenwei's entire arm was actually blown into ashes alive!

Roar---! ! !

Duanmulian's fire power is a hundred times more terrifying than before. Even Shenwei, whose strength has increased by leaps and bounds now, can't help but feel intense pain.

"Die!!!"

Taking advantage of the victory, he used the Nine Yang Thunderbolt, which was originally a palm technique, to strike out with his fists!