This isn't a souls-like game at all.

"I think I understand. You and the Lord of Life and Death are the same kind of people."

"Lord of Life and Death…?"

Ye Yiyi narrowed her eyes. What did that mean?

"Ugh!"

The King Dragon sighed, then snapped his fingers, and the rainbow horn on his head flickered slightly.

Ye Yiyi showed a look of alertness and couldn't help but raise the hanging giant sword.

"Don't worry, this isn't personal."

The Dragon King waved his hand casually and said indifferently:

"At this point, there's no point in continuing to fight."

"..."

Ye Yiyi looked at the strong wind gathering together. The dust and sand in the wind condensed out of thin air under the body of the King Dragon, and then turned into a hexagonal stone platform.

On the platform, cylindrical arches, benches, and even round tables grew out of thin air from the bottom up, as if an invisible 3D printer was working.

Soon, a luxurious stone pavilion inlaid with gold edges, with a large number of dragon carvings painted on the surface and six arch pillars supporting a spherical dome appeared out of thin air, floating in the air under the support of the strong wind.

"Heavenly craftsmanship..."

Ye Yiyi put down the sword in his hand, his eyes flickering.

And it is a very high level of natural craftsmanship.

The King Dragon directly used the罡风 to absorb various raw materials, and used the magic of nature to create such a stone pavilion in the style of Kongheim.

This technique, which seemed like creating something out of thin air, amazed Ye Yi, who had only superficially learned the art of heavenly craftsmanship, and he thought it was outrageous.

Originally, he thought that the King Dragon was a descended god and could only use the power of the Rainbow Horned Dragon's body.

But now it seems that he didn't give his all in the fight just now!

He said that attempting to kill the king by relying solely on bloody beast-like fighting was just a fantasy, and indeed, what he said was not wrong.

The reason why kings are called kings is that they are the pioneers of the king's magic!

The battle between wild beasts relies only on fangs and claws, but the battle between kings is a collision of rules and a contest between different techniques.

However, the magic skills of the kings in the era of the land kingdoms were completely open source and anyone could learn them.

In other words, which king among all the kings does not know the magic of other kings?

Ultimately, it's just a matter of mastery and proficiency.

...So how did I defeat the King of Philanthropy?

Ye Yiyi couldn't help but feel doubtful.

Facing a king who can use all the king's magic, and is even the founder of the magic of fraternity.

What kind of cheat did he use two hundred years ago to be able to defeat the combined forces of King of Philanthropy and King of Decadence?

"The conditions are simple, but they are sufficient for hospitality."

When Ye Yiyi was doubting himself, he suddenly heard the King Dragon speak.

He calmed himself down and looked up.

Then he saw that the King Dragon had landed in the stone pavilion and sat on a bench next to the round table.

He pointed to another bench and turned his head to look over.

"Don't you want to chat?"

"..."

Ye Yiyi hesitated for a moment, slowly put away the giant sword, fell from the air into the pavilion, wrapped himself in long clothes, and sat down on the bench.

"It's a pity there's no alcohol..."

The Dragon King sank deep into the bench, sighing softly.

Ye Yiyi leaned his head against the warm leather chair back, looking at the howling wind outside the pavilion and the colorful auroras hanging from the horizon, like a curtain hanging from the sky.

Deep purple lightning suddenly appeared from the void and struck the ruins of the Winter Gate battlefield, where the soil was turned up and burning with blazing flames.

The world outside the pavilion was like hell, but the misty forest beneath his feet still stood, isolating all disasters and bringing peace and tranquility.

Ye Yiyi only now realized that this vast grassland was once part of the ancient battlefield of Dongtianmen.

As time passed, the once cruel ancient battlefield regained its vitality.

Nature smoothed the scars of the earth and grew lush green grass to cover the death.

However, the fight between him and the King Dragon tore open the fragile and powerless cover, uncovered the unhealed scars, and exposed them to the sky.

"Ugh……"

Ye Yiyi sighed slightly, sat up slightly, took out the wine and cups from behind him and placed them on the round table beside him.

"Haha! I knew you'd carry these with you!"

The Dragon King laughed heartily, sat up straight, took the glass bottle without hesitation, took a look at it, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"What's written on it?"

"Don't expect to be able to drink the wine from my hometown ten thousand years ago."

Ye Yiyi rolled her eyes.

"The wine produced in the eastern bordering Rodno Empire is made with the help of the Cybersons of Heaven Star, but the ingredients used are from the bordering land. You can drink it if you like."

"I'm not picky."

The King Dragon stretched out its sharp claws, poked into the cork and pulled it out, then poured a glass for Ye Yiyi and himself.

“The wine may be new, but the cup is old.”

He picked up the exquisitely crafted silver-inlaid goblet, swirled the wine in it, and spoke thoughtfully.

"This style looks more like the one that Huayue-sister wears for the opera house..."

The dignified His Highness Huayue Yonghui, in your mouth, becomes a sister...

Ye Yiyi pursed her lips and didn't answer, but just picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

The Dragon King also took a sip of wine, savored it for a moment, shook his head and put down the glass.

"While the flavor remains the same as it was before, the soul within is gone... The humans on Heavenly Planet are descendants of the people from the borderland, but having spent ten thousand years rebuilding themselves, they've long since lost their original characteristics and become a brand new civilization."

"Where is the border now?"

Ye Yiyi asked casually.

"I do not know."

The Dragon King shook his head, his pupils gazing at the aurora at the end of the sky, seemingly in a trance.

"The days in the universe make it impossible to remember the passage of time... I haven't been back for many years."

"Then why did you come back now?"

"The Rainbow Horn Dragon is my offspring after all..."

The Dragon King said no, but he picked up the wine glass and gulped down the wine.

“…Gulu, ha!”

"Although this offspring is just an insentient beast, it cannot be devoured by just anyone."

He narrowed his eyes, and a pitch-black flame emerged from nowhere, transforming into a pitch-black gray lotus in front of him.

"Osukopolos, son of the lotus seed, messenger of the prototype of life."

"I remember this guy. He had ambition, strategy, and means, but he was always unlucky."

"It broke free from its restraints and set its sights on my offspring, intending to refine it as a new egg for metamorphosis. Unfortunately... hehe!"

He sneered and waved his hand to disperse the lacquer flame ash lotus, seemingly not intending to talk about the matter anymore.

The corners of Ye Yiyi's mouth twitched, and she almost couldn't hold it in.

Isn't that guy just unlucky?

He was just a few steps away from achieving enlightenment, but he ended up finding himself in trouble.

He had clearly found an excellent material for metamorphosis, but ended up being beaten half to death by the king who came down from across the vast universe, and was reduced to a cookie and eaten on the spot.

As the prototype messenger of life, that guy was born with such a wonderful start.

But still can't beat fate.

Speaking of fate...

"The Lord of Life and Death...what did He do in the first place?"

"He proactively summoned the stagnation curse from the universe."

The Dragon King said quietly, "He also knows that the stagnation curse is the destiny of civilization, an inevitable death."

“He believed, but He did not acknowledge it. So He called upon the curse, hoping in vain to find a way to survive among infinite possibilities, to find a way out for our civilization.”

Ye Yiyi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked in a low voice.

“He failed…?”

"The Curse of Stagnation is a lock that locks fate and all possibilities."

The Dragon King drank the liquid in the wine in one gulp and said softly.

"The Dark Sky, that alien planet ravaged by stagnation and decay, has crumbled under the curse of stagnation and the power of the Hole of Entropy, turning into interstellar dust."

"The curse and the power of entropy will remain in that area forever, transforming the entire planetary system into a dead and silent cosmic graveyard..."

"I have searched outside that cemetery for decades, but have yet to find any trace of the King of Humanity."

"This means that my former good friend is indeed dead. Even his true spirit has been completely devoured, returning to nothingness..."

The King Dragon raised his eyes, and his pair of dark golden vertical pupils stared straight at Ye Yiyi.

"Perhaps his image still lingers in the Hall of Impressions, but he is ultimately dead, annihilated by the curse of stagnation, unable even to return."

"Kingslayer... Do you think I call you that because you killed kings?"

"..."

Ye Yiyi's eyes drooped and she suddenly fell silent.

King-killer.

So the king he killed was not referring to all the kings, but the decadent king who was stagnant and cursed?

The Dragon King shifted his eyes, staring far away towards the northwest, and spoke softly.

"If that old man, the Heavenly Creator, can't resist the original stagnation curse, then you must be prepared to face the most terrifying King of Decadence in this world..."

"...the embodiment of the stagnation curse."

Chapter 597 The King Who Cannot Be Mentioned.

"The embodiment of the stagnation curse..."

In other words, it is the final BOSS.

This has long been no secret to Ye Yiyi.

He had fought against the Tiangong Creator countless times in the game, and he was well aware of the opponent's strength.

As the most powerful king, his true strength actually far exceeds the expressiveness of the game, but it is limited by the gameplay and cannot be fully displayed.

"call……"

He let out a long breath, his expression slightly changing, as if he was recalling the time when he speed-ran through multiple rounds and was beaten up by old man Tiangong, who capped the difficulty at eight rounds.

The Dragon King studied his expression, raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled.

"Even so, are you going to continue on this path?"

He put down his wine glass, stood up from the bench, put his paws behind his back, and like a gentle and elegant old man, he slowly walked to the edge of the stone pavilion, gazing at the starry sky hidden behind the aurora curtain.