In this brief moment, the continent of Tallond, illuminated by countless artificial lights and decorative curtain walls, fell into silence and dimness for about two seconds - all traffic stopped, all lights went out, all projected curtain walls faded away, and restored to their original gray form. The large shield disappeared in a flash. The cold wind in the Arctic sea poured into this closed kingdom like an era when it was coming. Outside the horizon, the sky was in a "twilight" stage of the polar day period, and the original, unfiltered glowing light shone directly on the earth of the dragon for the first time in millions of years.

The next second, in Argondor, in Apasol, in the upper Tallond and the lower Tallond - in every corner of the dragon kingdom, the dragons who were active inside and outside the city suddenly stopped at the same time, and even the dragons flying in the sky stopped instantly to slap their wings and fell straight from the sky. This scene was like all dragons who had lost their souls in an instant. After another second, the dragons who had lost their ability to move woke up one after another: they fell to the earth and raised their heads, and opened their eyes in the synergists and illusions. Countless double gazes began to gather toward one place - the City of Gods in the center of the continent of Tallond.

Hragor crawled on the ground, and he heard a low roar from the depths of the ground. The hurricane caused by the weather controller shutdown was roaring at high altitude. A cold, mechanical mind was entering his brain. Omega's consciousness began to gradually take over the body according to the procedure, but he still maintained a trace of free thinking ability. Driven by this remaining, own will, he slowly raised his head and looked at the god standing on the edge of the terrace.

The figure of the golden venting figure retracted his gaze, and the chaotic dragon covering the entire sky over Tallond was gradually retracting his gaze. Hragor could feel that thousands of gazes were gradually returning to this continent from the distant Loren. It might only take two or three seconds, but he felt that centuries had passed - finally, the eyes of the god fell on him.

Huge, terror, chaos, madness, and desperate oppression came to his face. Hragor felt his brain as if it was boiling, but this time, instead of lowering his head, he supported his body with his hands, and began to struggle one millimeter after another, trying to stand up.

The god just stood there calmly, staring at the Dragon Priest who was struggling to get up with a disgusting expression. His voice was cold as if it was a cold wind that had spanned a million years of time: "Are you ready?"

“Yes, my lord.”

"Even if this makes you part of Omega?"

"As long as the chains are broken, new seedlings will grow out of the ruins," Hragore finally stood up slowly. For the first time in a million years, he looked straight into the eyes of the gods, "We will become soil, and the seeds... have been planted long ago."

"Very good," the god stood before him, and the natural rays of light that had not been filtered by any technical means were scattered on Him, as brilliant as an orange cloak hanging from the sky. Between the rays and clouds, a huge and distorted phantom had already appeared. He slowly opened his hands, as if he wanted to embrace the kingdom, and said slowly, "Then today... you are adults."

The next moment, the "truth" that was once hidden outside the perception of mortals shattered the fragile barrier of reality. The chaotic dragon that covered the sky suddenly appeared above Tarlond. The undulating twisted limbs stretched in the sunlight, and countless eyes, mouth and arms on the limbs appeared one by one.

It was also at the same moment that the figure of the female figure in the golden venting place on the temple terrace disappeared into a glory. The high-level dragon priest stood straight and looked at the scene expressionlessly. He closed his eyes as Heragore, and then as an individual branch of Omega, the eyes slowly opened again.

The last dragon clan in Tallond who maintained his own will disappeared, and now tens of millions of dragons have woken up as Omega.

Every dragon has been implanted with a resonant core that can be directly connected to the Omega network since birth. Every dragon is an extension of Omega's flesh and blood. This is a plan that has been carried out for millions of years. Generations of dragon clans are waiting for today in the long years. On this day, Omega will wake up from its sleep, and the will of all dragon clans will be mechanically taken over. In a sense, the dragon clans in this world... became extinct on this day.

With the "extinction" of the dragon clan, the bridge between mortals and gods also disappeared. The chaotic dragon that enveloped Tallond changed almost instantly. Its body, which was between virtual and real, was fusion of countless chaotic limbs, fluctuated violently. Countless limbs disintegrated and disappeared in this fluctuation. The body that was swelling and contracted and weakened rapidly in the violent evaporation. In less than a minute, He contracted from covering the entire continent to only one-third of the size of Tallond. In the following minute, it contracted to be equivalent to a city, and finally stabilized on this scale - He still covered the sky and the sun, but no longer could not defeat it.

An endless group of dragons flew from every corner of the entire country, and the weapon array buried deep underground, which had been covered with countless years, also awakened. The ancient missile launcher opened the cabin door, and the ancient turret lying dormant under the sea rose to the surface of Shanghai. In this cold and long extreme day, the dragons were late for 1.87 million years of adulthood... finally arrived.

...

The magnificent scenery like a fire meteor lasted for a whole minute, and the burning fragments scattered from the winter castle were even far beyond the limit that the iron-gray giant could theoretically split, as if at this moment it was not only a fallen god, but also a part of the "King Kingdom" connected to this god were involved in this world in the Big Bang.

Then, all this finally stopped, and the sky of the Winter Fortress Group became clear and calm again.

The sunset at dusk shines thousands of feet, tilting down from the end of the horizon, sprinkling on this uncooled battlefield, the defense line that stretches for hundreds of miles, the scorched earth, the rising smoke and dust, the disabled surviving soldiers, the sacrificed soldiers, the destroyed fortifications, the castle still standing in the setting sun... Everything is bathed in this brilliant golden light, and in this short moment, it seems that everything in the world has stopped.

The howling north wind blew again, and the cold wind rolled up the dust and the snow in the distance, waking up some soldiers and commanders who were staring at the sky dullly. At this moment, no one cheered in the entire Winter Fort area - no one realized that the battle was over, and that the desperately powerful "enemy" had actually fallen. Everyone was immersed in huge confusion. It was not until a few minutes later that some sporadic soldiers began to shout, and the commander received the news that the superior "the battle was over".

Rosetta Augustus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the secret hall. Here he could not hear the cheers on the battlefield, nor the voices of the dying and the wounded. The whole world was quiet, as if the previous fierce battle was a complete illusion. He raised his head and saw the aircraft and soldiers with strange shapes still hovering over the Winter Fort, and the incredible white spider had disappeared at some point.

The messenger crystal not far behind him made a buzzing sound, and the runes on the surface lit up one after another, and the voice of Palin Winter Castle sounded from the crystal: "Your Majesty, are you okay, your Majesty? There was an accident here just now... We saw the situation in the sky, we..."

"We won," Rosetta said lightly, his eyes still not moving away from the sky. "It seems that our neighbors have hidden many good cards... This time, this is a good thing."

"Just be safe," the voice of the Earl of Winter Castle came immediately, "A part of the main wall on the west side of the castle collapsed. Your location may not be safe. Please leave there as soon as possible - I have sent someone to the Secret Art Hall to pick it up..."

"No, wait a little longer," Rosetta suddenly interrupted the Earl of Winterburg, "I still haven't finished some things here."

"His Majesty?"

"You and Duke Peidinan at the foot of the mountain should deal with the post-war matters first. We have a huge mess to clean up now," Rosetta said calmly, with an unquestionable meaning. "Although the enemy has been defeated, the damage left by him is still spreading. The faster the aftermath, we can save more people. In addition, we have other things to do - the fragments falling from the sky are spreading throughout the battlefield in the final stage, and no one knows what impact they will have. Take the mages that can still act and collect the wreckage as much as possible... The Cecils should have started to act."

"Yes, Your Majesty! Then you..."

"I'm safe here, I'll contact you later--don't let people get close to the Secret Hall until I receive my order."

"……I see."

The communication of the Count of Winter Castle was suspended, and Rosetta then breathed a sigh of relief, then turned back to the center of the secret hall. He glanced at the illusion wall that had been broken by the last magic impact, and the slightly messy hall: the fall of the God of War and the shock wave caused by the previous close explosion of the Annihilation Trouble had caused a certain degree of damage to the solid hall. The walls were cracked, and the roof was also slightly damaged. The falling debris and dust were laid on the ground, and a set of tables and chairs placed in the center of the hall were also covered with dust.

“It’s not very suitable for hospitality…but it doesn’t matter.”

He muttered casually, waved his hand to summon an invisible cyclone, blowing away most of the dust on the surface of the chair, and then sat down casually. Then he picked up the teacup that was upside down on the table, wiped the dust on the edge of the cup, took the teapot next to it, and poured himself a cup of cold black tea.

After taking a sip of tea, he sat here quietly, as if waiting for the arrival of a certain fate. Behind him, one hazy and almost transparent figure after another was quietly emerging from the air.

If there is a noble scholar who knows the Augustus family here, he should be familiar with these figures-

George Augustus, Marjorie Augustus, Colendina Augustus...

They are all those who have died in the Augustus family, and they are the blood relatives of Rosetta Augustus from the past two hundred years.

Some of these figures were solid and some were so illusory that they could hardly see. They stood quietly behind Rosetta and waited quietly and patiently together. Their waiting did not last long. Soon, the phantom of Marjorie Augustus made an empty and ethereal voice, as if sighing: "The time is almost over."

Almost as soon as the words were finished, an invisible wind suddenly rolled up in the empty secret hall. A deadly and stagnant aura suddenly penetrated into the dusk light outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The roof and ground of the entire hall were instantly covered by starry glow, as if countless people were whispering in the hall, countless dreamy whispers came from all directions, and an empty pupil composed of a large number of twisted and disordered lines appeared quickly in front of Rosetta - accompanied by a sharp, angry scream: "What's going on!? What did you damn mortals do to me? Why can't I return to my Kingdom of God, why can't I contact my body, why... Why is my power constantly disappearing?!"

"Welcome back," Rosetta looked calmly at the "Eye of God" that suddenly appeared in front of him. For the first time in decades, his expression was so light. He even raised the teacup in his hand with a smile, "Come black tea? It is mixed with the dust of the long history and the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield of the god-killing gods."

"You..." The Eye of God suddenly turned to Rosetta, and then noticed the vague figures behind Rosetta, "Augustus... you tiny mortals... are you really the ones you did?!"

"Compared with the God of War, your fragment from ancient times is really ugly at this moment - the God of War has at least fought to the last moment," Rosetta put down the teacup in his hand and slowly stood up in front of the Eye of God. "You are confused? Do you know why your power is losing rapidly? Do you know why you can't contact your 'original'? Do you know why you can't return to the Kingdom of God?"

The confusing outlines around the Eye of God were shaking, and I don’t know if it was anger or nervousness, Rosetta said the answer slowly:

"It's very simple, because civilization has changed. The era in your memory... is actually an ancient era before countless rounds of civilizations. Your "originality" is a dream god that has long been destroyed in history. That god and His kingdom of gods have long disappeared. The group of mortals that once supported you have long been completely extinct. Now the intelligent creatures in this world have nothing to do with it. We are the remnants of the Gondor Empire, not descendants of some tide.

“Do you feel you know a lot about the world? Do you feel you have control over the situation?

"Sadly, what you know is after we filtered it - we have carefully prepared for two hundred years, many generations."

Rosetta laughed, for the first time in decades, and even the figures behind him laughed one by one, and under the glare of the eyes of God, he said with great pleasure:
Chapter completed!