Traveling through the second dimension, the joy system encourages me to laugh heartily!

They knew very well what kind of being was the creature walking on the ground at that moment.

That is the Dragon God.

It is an existence that transcends the common sense of the world and is above all living beings.

It is an object that can never be made an enemy of, an ultimate being to whom even the idea of ​​"challenging" seems absurd and laughable.

Just now, a young red dragon with an inflated sense of self-importance, perhaps wanting to prove himself within his clan, recklessly launched a dive attack on Orstide.

As a result, in just an instant, the enormous dragon body exploded in mid-air without warning, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood flying everywhere, mixed with scales and bones, which splattered onto the charred rocks, and a strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.

This brutal and extremely efficient death served as the most severe warning, making all the Crimson Dragons who witnessed it fully understand the chasm-like gap between the two sides.

They know very well that as long as that being doesn't suddenly become interested in them, keeping quiet and at a distance is the only rule for survival.

Attack? That's tantamount to suicide.

The red dragons hovered silently in the air or lay on distant mountain peaks, watching the silver-haired figure calmly walk down the mountain range and head west.

……

Meanwhile, high above, in the magnificent aerial fortress of ChaosBreaker, suspended among the sea of ​​clouds, another ancient and powerful being also sensed the disturbance in the distance.

One of the three heroes, Percyus the Ankylosaurus, sat atop a magnificent throne at the heart of the fortress, casting his gaze, which had been sweeping over the earth, toward the distant northern sky.

Through the observation magic circles that covered the fortress, he could clearly see the magical glow that remained incredibly conspicuous even across vast distances.

"what is that?"

Percius's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible solemnity, "The light effect... is very similar to the strange phenomena that occurred when the Demon Emperor was resurrected long ago."

Standing to the side and behind his throne, a Celestial woman wearing an elegant white raven mask and with jet-black wings spread behind her, responded in a low voice:

“Master, the nature of magic is different. The resurrection light of the Demon Emperor is more inclined to a violent burst of life and dark energy. As for this one in the north... although it is also astonishing in scale, if classified, its nature is actually closer to the spatial distortion light caused by a certain summoning spell.”

"call……"

Percius tapped his long fingers lightly on the armrest of the throne, lost in a brief recollection. "Yes. However, speaking of that scale of summoning light... it does bear some resemblance to when I created this aerial fortress. That too was a monumental undertaking involving immense magical power and the laws of space."

He paused, his gaze becoming deep again, as if he were temporarily suppressing the unknown changes in the north.

"Never mind, let's move on."

He said softly, turning his gaze back to the vast land below, "In any case, that is not my primary concern right now."

Today, just as he has for countless years, he sits on this throne suspended in the sky, commanding twelve loyal servants, and using the unparalleled vision and mobility of the aerial fortress to continuously monitor the vast surface of the land.

His goal has remained consistent!

After the resurrection of the demon Laplace, the enemy you hate, you must defeat him swiftly and decisively with overwhelming force!

Thinking this, Percius suddenly raised an eyebrow and guessed:

"Such a large-scale, seemingly summoning-like gathering of magical energy... Could it be that troublesome woman, the Demon Emperor, is plotting something again? Perhaps... she's even trying to break Laplace's seal?"

This association is not unfounded. The Demon Emperor Chisilica Chisilis is the daughter of the demon god Laplace, so it is perfectly reasonable for a daughter to rescue her father.

Standing to one side, the Celestial woman wearing a white raven mask bowed slightly, her ethereal voice carrying a hint of agreement:

"Your speculation is not without merit. Since that brief resurrection farce three hundred years ago, the Demon Emperor has been elusive and unusually well-behaved. This composure seems extremely unnatural and unsettling for an emperor known for her capricious and willful nature. She may have been accumulating power in the shadows all along, and the strange phenomena in the north may be her next major move after three hundred years of silence..."

Chapter 340: Ariel

Percius's gaze sharpened.

Regardless of whether the anomaly was directly related to Laplace, any variable that might interfere with his ultimate goal of "hunting Laplace" had to be brought under control and eliminated if necessary. He could not tolerate any unexpected event disrupting his revenge plan, which he had been waiting for for hundreds of years.

"Okay, Almanfi."

Percius's voice echoed clearly between the thrones.

"exist."

A man dressed in plain white clothes and with a yellow mask covering his face quietly knelt on one knee on the floor not far in front of Percius's throne.

His appearance was completely unexpected, and his aura was concealed almost perfectly. He was one of the loyal and efficient "Twelve Apostles" under Percius's command.

Percius's gaze remained fixed on the northern horizon, but his orders were precise: "You depart immediately and investigate the area in the north where magical energy is unusually concentrated... No, don't get bogged down in the details. If that phenomenon truly belongs to the Demon Emperor, she certainly isn't planning anything legitimate. If you find anyone suspicious, eliminate them without asking for permission!"

"As ordered."

The yellow-masked man named Almanfi responded without hesitation.

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished as if it had merged into the air, as if he had never existed.

As the apostle departed, Percius exuded a chilling aura.

To avenge his four dearest friends who perished in that tragic battle in the distant past, he was determined to seize the opportunity to deliver the final, decisive blow to the demon Laplace!

……

On the other side of the world, in a solemn and sacred land of swords.

[Sword God] Al-Falion was in an open-air martial arts arena, dealing with the combined attack of two disciples in a seemingly playful manner.

At that moment, his gaze was suddenly drawn to the unusual sky, causing him to subconsciously raise his head and look south.

"Huh? What's wrong with the sky... Hey!"

For his two beloved disciples who were attacking with all their might, that moment of slight distraction was undoubtedly a golden opportunity!

"Drink it—!" *2

Two sharp shouts rang out almost simultaneously!

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the two disciples unleashed the full power of their longswords, one to the left and one to the right, transforming into two intertwined, deadly streaks of light, aimed directly at Al-Farrion's seemingly wide-open chest, abdomen, and neck!

This strike was the culmination of their pent-up frustration after being ravaged for so long.

"Clang! Clang!"

Two sharp, teeth-grinding metallic clangs rang out almost simultaneously!

Amidst the flying sparks, Al-Falion didn't even completely avert his gaze from the sky. With a slight flick of his wrist, barely perceptible to the naked eye, the longsword he seemed to hold casually appeared to come alive, precisely deflecting the powerful slashes from both sides.

His body didn't even sway the slightest bit.

“Young people like you have no martial ethics,” Al-Falion finally withdrew his gaze completely, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, “Trying to ambush my 69-year-old master, is that alright? That’s not good. I advise you two young people, you little rats, to reflect on your actions and not to make such petty mistakes again…”

Unlike his effortless lecturing, his two beloved students were already sweating profusely, panting heavily, their eyes filled with both resentment and deep frustration!

Both of them were renowned figures in the outside world, hailed as sword emperors, powerful enough to establish their own sects and be revered by thousands. Yet, before this man, they were as powerless as children who had just picked up wooden swords.

Looking at them panting, Al-Falion thought to himself that these two guys were still the same as ever, with no progress.

Their talents were not extraordinary; their ability to reach the level of Sword Emperor was largely due to the "superficial and dirty desires" hidden deep within their hearts—the desire for wealth, the obsession with fame, and perhaps even some longing for beauty.

Although these desires are sordid, they are a crucial driving force that propels them to continuously grow stronger.

Thinking of this, Al-Falion decided to give his two beloved disciples a little more motivation, and suddenly burst into laughter:

"Alright, alright! Stop with that useless, desperate look! Bring it on! Use all that shady stuff in your head on your sword!"

He deliberately used provocative and vulgar language to provoke, "If you can defeat me, you two can have another duel, and the final victor can call himself the Sword God! Then, hehe, money that you could squander for a hundred lifetimes will roll in! From the lowest slaves to the noblest princesses, all kinds of women will line up, sticking out their butts waiting for you to favor them! Just mention the name of the Sword God, and everyone on this continent will be terrified! With every step you take, the crowd will automatically part to make way for you like waves are being parted! How about it? Tempted or not?"

This incitement, which linked fame with desire, indeed provoked an even stronger reaction from his two beloved students.

One of them, his face flushed, retorted loudly, "Master! I didn't learn swordsmanship for such vulgar and despicable reasons! I pursue the highest realm of swordsmanship!"

Another man gripped his sword hilt and shouted, "Please don't look down on us! We seek to transcend ourselves, not these material possessions!"

Yet another hypocritical and high-sounding answer.

Al-Falion looked at their righteous indignation and felt even more bored. Why couldn't these two be a little more honest with themselves?

Openly admit that you want money, beauty, power, and the vanity of being admired by thousands, and then transform that desire into power on the edge of your sword without reservation.

In that case, they might actually be able to unleash a level of skill surpassing ping's, and even... have a chance to kill me and seize the title of Sword God.

Sigh, this is really worrying.

Al-Falion shook his head helplessly, completely losing interest in the strange phenomenon in the southern sky. It was clearly more interesting to figure out how to spur on his two good-for-nothing, stubborn disciples than to ponder the distant magical turbulence.

……

Deep within the vast and desolate continent of Demons, in a silent valley surrounded by weathered rock pillars, a petite figure stands alone.

She is none other than the Demon Emperor, Chihirika Chihiris.

"Hmph!" She suddenly let out a soft, ambiguous snort, put her hands on her hips, and loudly proclaimed to the empty surroundings, as if giving a grand speech:

"Did you see that? That unusual magical disturbance in the eastern sky! Even though I'm standing in the completely opposite direction, I can still see its true nature with my unparalleled insight! How about that? Pretty impressive, right? That's the power of the Demon Emperor!"

Her voice echoed among the rock pillars, producing a hollow echo, but there was no other response.

There was no surprise, no fear, not even a skeptical sneer.

Because within a radius of dozens of miles, apart from jagged rocks, there is absolutely no other intelligent life.

"Was I... ignored?!"

Chishilica's smug expression froze for a moment, then she immediately raised her chin and let out an even more exaggerated laugh: "Hahahaha! It's alright! It's alright! With a heart as magnanimous as mine, I'll forgive you, ignorant humans! Or should I say, because of this inexplicable era of peace, no one wants to get close to this great emperor? Really! I have no other choice but to forgive you, humans! Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Haha... cough cough...!"

The forceful laughter made her choke, and she coughed violently. In the empty valley, only her own coughing echoed back to her.

Loneliness crept up on me like vines.

Kisilica Kisilis, the once mighty Demon Emperor who struck fear into the hearts of countless human warriors, now truly felt the bitterness of being ignored.

In the instant of her resurrection, she shouted: "The Demon Emperor Kishilica has been resurrected! I've kept you all waiting! Hahaha—!"

However, the anticipated world upheaval, the worship of a hundred demons, and the panic of humanity... all failed to materialize.

Only a few startled birds fluttered away, leaving behind a few feathers. She stood there, posing, waiting for a long time, until the sun rose high and she felt a little dizzy from the heat, but no spectators appeared.

Unwilling to give up, she went to the nearest town. This time, she learned her lesson and chose the busiest time of the day at noon, standing on the fountain statue in the center of the square (she had kicked the original statue down), once again announcing her return.

In return, I was met with looks of pity.

After that, no matter where she went or how much she emphasized her title as the Demon Emperor, she couldn't stir up the ripples she had imagined.

The world seems to have truly entered a period of ping-too-boring.

She also tried to visit old friends from her memories, but they said they were very peaceful now and told her to behave herself.

"Sigh... What are human fortune tellers doing! Before, whenever I was resurrected, I would tremble with fear and put on a show of falling freely from the window while making strange noises. Without that kind of warm-up performance, my resurrection would lack a certain flair... Sigh, really, the young people these days are really hopeless."

Chishilica kicked a small pebble at her feet, watching it roll away until it finally came to a stop against a rock.

She raised her head again, this time looking at the sky where a huge magical vortex had formed.

Chishilica was born with more than ten different magical eyes. In theory, if she wanted to see, she could discern the essence of even extremely distant scenes to a certain extent.

Powerful magic, familiar summoning light, and the person who controls them.

"What...?"

She pouted, muttering somewhat unhappily, "I couldn't even see clearly... Did they set up a very powerful interference barrier? To pull off such a large-scale operation, yet not even daring to show his face, what a shy and pathetic guy..."

She had great confidence in her magic eye, but she also knew it wasn't omnipotent.

Therefore, no matter how many years have passed, she will only be the Demon Emperor and will never be called a Demon God.

However, she herself didn't really care about this matter. The Emperor sounds more majestic, doesn't he?

"It would be interesting if that guy summoned a hero or something..."

Kisirica began to let her imagination run wild, "A hero battling a resurrected demon emperor! What a classic scene! What a pity, lately every Tom, Dick, and Harry goes looking for Laplace... When I, Kisirica, am mentioned, all I get is a 'Who is that?' reaction... Humph!"

She stomped her foot hard, her eyes full of resentment, "I guess even the legendary hero would prefer to go after Laplace... He really wants to show off, wants to be in the world's spotlight again, maybe even put on a parade."

With a sigh of melancholy, Chishilica randomly chose a direction and began to walk, embarking on yet another aimless journey.

Her petite figure gradually disappeared into the unchanging sandstorms and strange rock silhouettes of the Demon Continent.

……

Meanwhile, in Chen Ming's view, the transfer event had finally begun.

Above the old site of the Fetoia territory, in the sky above, at the center of the wildly spinning, eerie magical vortex, a beam of light, so solid it seemed to be made of liquid light, suddenly descended!

The beam of light was initially slender, but it possessed an aura that seemed to pierce through space, stabbing straight down at the earth below.

"Om...!"

A deep, resonant hum, seemingly affecting the very soul, faintly emanated from the air.