franphil Chapter 314 1 vs 3, I am the Dragon of Imagination
Chapter 314 1 vs 3, I am the Dragon of Imagination
Chapter 314 One vs. Three, I am the Dragon of Imagination
puff!
The hermit was struck by the three gods and was unable to withstand it for a moment. He was sent flying into the depths of the spirit world. However, he put the seven-pointed star array he had set up back into his sleeve, preventing the impact from affecting the array ritual in another dimension or the "white light" that was being conceived.
When the "intelligent chip" fell into the "white light," the unique personality bestowed upon it by Heraborg, the "god of knowledge and wisdom," was erased by the program engraved in the uniqueness of the perfect one. The hermit was equally adept at the audience's methods, not to mention that Klein from the original timeline had suffered a loss in this regard once.
The seven-light phantom in the "Hermit's" hand was somewhat dim. Most of the power of the seven lights had been extracted and used to nourish the "White Light." Xia Er simply loosened his hand, allowing the seven lights to return to their place. The parts of his body that were injured gradually recovered as the data was overwritten. He looked up at the three gods that had arrived in an instant.
Sometimes, Xia'er felt that fighting was meaningless. He had already chosen the path of knowledge, so at least in this era, wouldn't it be better to just watch him triumph and let the gods live their own lives?
Although I banished you from the Northern Continent, everyone makes mistakes sometimes. If you apologize, I'll let you come back.
The three gods were too lazy to waste words with the Hermit. Since the Black Emperor and the True Creator intended to wait and see for the time being, they certainly couldn't give up this good opportunity. Even if killing the Hermit was unrealistic, severely injuring him would still dampen his arrogance.
The god of knowledge and wisdom was the first to act. As one of the first gods to come into contact with the hermits, He knew very well that it wasn't that they wouldn't let the hermits go, but that the hermits wouldn't let them go. Rather than letting the hermits attack first, it was better to defeat them once and teach them a lesson.
When Herabgen made his move, the Proud Sun and the Arrogant Tyrant also made their moves. They both knew that if they had chosen to act, they had to do it decisively. Herabgen alone could not deal with the Hermit in front of them, but if the three of them attacked together, even the resurrected Destroyer Wolf would have to temporarily give way.
boom!
The hermit's information overwhelmed him once again, exceeding his capacity. His hair was disheveled, his robe tattered, blood trickled from his lips, and his right arm was brutally severed. Yet, he did not retreat a single step, nor did he attempt to seek anyone's help.
Watching the three gods combine their attacks again, this time with even better coordination, the hermit stretched his shoulders and simply tore off his robe. The information flow on his body seemed to be renewed, his limbs became thick and powerful, and two gray, skin-covered wings grew from his back. A fantastical dragon with burning golden eyes met the three gods.
This imaginary dragon seemed so real that even Adam, who was secretly watching from below, couldn't debunk it.
Why did the hermit have to become a dragon of fantasy of all things? Now even the true creator doesn't want to help him anymore.
That dragon that single-handedly fought three others reminded Grisha of his past memories. Even back then, when He, the Sun, the Hanged Man, the Storm, and the Three Paths were back in their proper places, and He was still tending the erroneous uniqueness, it took a long time to kill the Imaginary Dragon, and he himself was still seriously injured.
The audience, the White Tower, and the Perfect One—the authority and abilities of these three paths are intertwined and unified. Even Herabogen's "omniscience" almost believes that this is his resurrected old boss, the Imaginary Dragon, Angelweid.
The Dragon of Wisdom directly rejected this false information. The audience is good at guiding their thinking. The Hermit is also quite good at fabricating stories. Is he his old boss? After hundreds of years of working together, how could he not recognize him?
Roar!
The same dragon roar, the same dragon language, the same mental assault—the dragon of wisdom was no match for the dragon of imagination.
Facing the eternal sun and the lord of storms, the gray-white scales on the imaginary dragon shimmered with light. The dream world, like a seven-colored illusion, consumed each other with the sacred sun, and the spiritual storm materialized and collided with the real storm.
Dragon scales fell off one by one, and golden divine blood splattered into the void, but the dragon's fighting spirit only grew stronger. This was something that the ancient god had to bear, the tyranny and madness that belonged to the ancient god.
Even as his injuries continued to worsen, he showed no fear or retreat in the face of three opponents, never losing the ferocity of the ancient gods, nor the title of the Imaginary Dragon.
But the more the Imaginary Dragon acted this way, the more the three gods, whose emotions were also somewhat out of control due to mental pollution, wanted to tear the Imaginary Dragon apart. This was an impulse stemming from instinct. Even though they did not need the Hermit's extraordinary characteristics, the Imaginary Dragon conjured by the Hermit still showed a certain attraction.
boom!
The Lord of Storms' sanity was once again challenged by the Imaginary Dragon. His eyes turned bloodshot as he raised his trident and attacked the Imaginary Dragon. The attack, which was supposed to create huge gashes on the Imaginary Dragon's body, failed to pierce the dragon's gray-white scales this time, only leaving three long bloody scratches.
The Imaginary Dragon turned around and with a powerful tail swing, sent the Storm Lord, who had been momentarily dazed, flying. On the other side, He paid a price, managing to withstand the blazing sun and block the sneak attack from the Wisdom Dragon. Although He was injured, His strength seemed to have increased somewhat.
"The Dragon of Wisdom" Herabogen was puzzled. It was understandable that the Hermit could control the state of the Imaginary Dragon. After all, the Hermit was an ancient god. He had the characteristics of the Perfect One and was the true god of the knowledge side. He had enough understanding of all five families and was not forced to the brink of losing control by the knowledge of the audience, the Perfect One, and the White Tower. So how could He become stronger?
The upper limit for a former boss is...
"The Chaotic Sea?"
As Herabergen considered this possibility, the wrinkles on his already wrinkled face deepened, and even his "omniscience" level was downgraded once again. Originally, in order to prevent being influenced by the mental pollution of the audience, he would not carefully observe the imaginary dragon with his omniscient eye, but now he turned this part of his divine power to analysis rather than observation and insight.
If it really is the Chaos Sea, when did that happen? Was it during the witch's ascension or even earlier?
"A chaotic sea?!"
The expressions of "Eternal Sun" Ocycus and "Lord of the Storms" Leodorus were equally grim.
The three deities exchanged a glance, lowered their guard against each other, and this time they truly went all out.
When the Chaos Sea is involved, things change.
The Imaginary Dragon roared, its cry shaking the heavens, and the Imaginary Kingdom descended. This was once the kingdom of the elves. Dark clouds swept across the sky, shrouding the three gods and buying the Imaginary Dragon a brief respite.
But almost in the next instant, the illusory divine kingdom was overturned.
The battle between the four gods continued. The Black Emperor, now a spectator, glanced at the shadowy curtain beside him. The eyes behind the curtain remained silent. He could only watch, feeling awkward about taking sides.
Finally, the Imaginary Dragon could not withstand the siege of the three gods. Even with the help of the collective subconscious ocean, it was still useless, and it perished in the spirit world.