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Chapter 645: God-Slaying Dragon
As the green light gradually spread.

This long-lost ancient god once again felt the faith that was scattered in all directions throughout Egypt. Although each one was dim, it was like a firefly in the night sky and could not be ignored.

"Land of Egypt, your gods have returned!"

The Minotaur looked up to the sky and let out a hearty moo, as if he wanted to vent all the frustration that had been lingering on for countless years, and the whole earth was shaking.

He never expected that a mere human spellcaster could actually revive his divinity and regain his status as a true god.

"I have regained my true Godhood, lifted up the throne, and the divine fire has been ignited. Mortals, why don't you quickly bow your heads?"

His eyes were extremely oppressive, making people want to kneel down and worship him. Although he was a monster with a bull head, he gave people an extremely sacred feeling, as if he was an ancient god enshrined in a temple.

No, He is the ancient god worshipped in the temple!

All mortals could not stand up straight under this divine power.

But that's it.

The Minotaur God, who had regained divine power and was full of high spirits, was pierced through the chest by the Spear of Destiny that flew from behind. The spear was pierced through the chest together with the previous wound that was about to heal but had not yet completely healed.

There was a layer of dragon fire burning on the wound, like a cancer attached to the bone. The severe pain made him subconsciously let out a shrill howl.

This shot seemed to knock the high and mighty ancient god off the altar. The originally terrifying divine power disappeared in an instant. The mortals regained control of their bodies and retreated, withdrawing from the battlefield.

There was no room for them to get involved in a battle of this magnitude.

"Those who blaspheme the true God will fall into Hades forever!"

The minotaur looked down at the huge wound on his chest, the rage in his eyes seemed to turn into substance and ignite - the true God paid the most attention to majesty, and he shot him in front of so many mortals. Such an offense must be washed away with blood.

The dark brown hair pricked the skin and flesh, and the huge hooves slammed on the ground.

Rich yellow divine light condensed at the wound. No matter how powerful the dragon flame was, it could not withstand the continuous divine light and was soon extinguished. The wound also grew granulation tissue again and began to heal.

"Withdraw Semanud."

Lothar silently gestured to the retreating cavalry with a solemn expression. He was not unfamiliar with the power of the divine realm. He could feel what kind of existence his opponent was. He was just an ancient god, not rare in this land.

When he was still young, he had killed this lingering ancient god.

Cherinina suddenly appeared and whispered, "Sir, it seems that the body of this spellcaster has been taken over by an evil god from nowhere?"

The defeated divine power began to re-condense.

Feeling the pressure coming from all directions, Losa seemed to see ancient and dilapidated shrines and temples, with golden light gathering like a tide.

That's not an illusion.

Rather, it is the extraordinary vision possessed by higher life forms.

He frowned and said, "It's not an evil god, it's a righteous god."

The characteristics of a series of gods in the Egyptian pantheon flashed through his mind, and he guessed, "It should be the legendary god of fertility, Apis. He revived with the help of the body of the spellcaster that was soaked in the same magic power."

There are two bull gods in Egypt, one is Apis, who is in charge of fertility, and the other is Hathor, the goddess of love and wife of Horus, but the latter is a cow, which is obviously not the bull god.

As golden rays invisible to ordinary people surged in, the Minotaur's body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, three meters, five meters, ten meters, until finally, he became a thirty-meter-tall, muscular giant. Every muscle looked like a marble sculpture, reflecting the dazzling divine light in the sun.

Behind Him, the wooden dragon, which was originally just a creation of the spellcaster, also began to grow rapidly, wrapping around the Minotaur's body and forming a solid suit of armor.

Divine light also gathered in His hands, forming a huge sickle.

"But in the Eastern world, even if you are a righteous god, as long as I declare you an evil god, you are still an evil god!"

Lothar's body expanded rapidly, red and black scales emerged, and huge flesh wings grew out of his skin. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a gigantic dragon that ordinary people could not even imagine.

It was like a head wearing a crown of dragon horns, looking down at the Minotaur in front of it, blending the aura of the Dark Lord and the might of a true dragon, as if it had materialized and filled the Minotaur's divine domain.

The divinity of fire was ignited and stimulated to the extreme under the continuous infusion of his dragon power.

In the real world, he couldn't confine himself to become a mountain god of one place, as that would be cutting off his own path to retreat.

But with his current strength, he doesn't need to resort to such desperate means.

The majestic dragon head was raised high, looking towards the target in the sky that was unknown how far away. Its golden vertical pupils were like two burning suns.

You are watching, right?

Want to anticipate the enemy's moves and see my background?

Then it depends on how heavy your path-breaking stone is.

The earth was cracked by the scorching heat.

Hot lava gushed out from the fissures.

The binding and restrictive effects of the divine domain on Lothar seemed to be offset at this moment. The terrifyingly high temperature made the fire spirits in the air become more and more dense, like a choir lined up to sing hymns and praise the true God.

"My king is holy!"

"Is this transfiguration?"

Adil's face was filled with shock. In front of him, a living person suddenly turned into a terrifying dragon that was difficult to describe even in novels. The shock he felt was too great.

Shemaier shook his head. “Although spellcasters who specialize in Transfiguration can indeed transform into dragons, and even possess abilities that are identical to those of real dragons, this guy is obviously not one. He is a Dragonborn, a mortal with dragon blood.”

According to the definition of this world, anyone who has the blood of a dragon can be called a dragonborn.

He could never imagine, and would never believe, that there would be a dragon descendant in this world who could "seize the fortune of all dragons". That was a power unique to the world of giant ships yesterday.

"But this is the first time I've seen someone purify his meager blood to the point of turning into a giant dragon."

His eyes were burning. If he were a spellcaster specializing in "Dragon Studies", he would have been unable to hold back and would have wanted to capture Lothar alive, skin him, dismember his bones, and study him carefully.

"Master, if this bull-headed god can really be controlled by us, it would be a pity to waste it like this."

Adil's expression moved slightly. The power that Lothar possessed was so shocking that he couldn't wait to enhance his own extraordinary power. Although Shemaier had entered the legendary stage, his understanding of legend was very limited.

In Adil's eyes, this old man who looked very old was obviously not as oppressive as the red and black dragon.

Shemaier shook his head and said, "This is no longer the age of the gods."

The power of ascension of the cuneiform tablet is temporary.

The Minotaur was unaware of this, and he recalled the remaining divine power from the various "sacred artifacts" and "shrines" scattered outside. As long as the effect of the power of deification disappeared, he would fall back to his status, and then, due to the loss of these "anchors", he would completely disappear from this world.

That’s why Shemer said that the Minotaur was about to die.

Not just the Minotaur.

All the old gods of this era are almost dead. They are looking forward to the arrival of a new era that suits them. Only then will they have a real chance to survive - except for the Minotaur.

In short, all the ancient gods are just disposable consumables to him. Maintaining their divine status will also be a great drain on himself. When the day of the real decisive battle comes, he will not choose to ask for help in this way.

"And don't forget, we didn't take action, and that Lothar also only sent out two people."

The thick roots, like a surging green wave, continuously bind towards the dragon.

This Minotaur looks like a rough giant, but his fighting style is that of a typical wizard. He has no intention of wielding the sickle in his hand to engage in a giant beast duel with Lothar's true dragon body.

The golden flaming eyes are like the sun hanging in the sky.

When he flapped his wings, countless fireballs fell to the ground like rain.

Those roots, stems, branches and leaves, which were rich in the divinity of abundance, quickly lost their moisture under the scorching heat. Even gods had to succumb to the fire of the evil dragon.

But in that emerald green divine realm, the Minotaur God's divine power seemed endless. He used his numbers to hold up the dragon flames spewed out by the giant dragon.