Evil dragon? It's me, Godzilla!

The past of Kuiwenfeid was actually very ordinary. Before he was favored by the Lord and became the agent of His will on earth and the one blessed by the Holy Fire, he was the son of a small noble somewhere in the Faris Empire. Because his family's territory was close to the border, his future was very ordinary. He was crushed at will in a border friction between the Faris Empire and the demons, and the ruthless iron hoofs trampled everything he had into mud. Otherwise, perhaps he should now hold a goblet, sway the expensive ruby-like wine, and attend parties and salons with a cadence, beautiful and nonsense aristocratic tone. At that time, he hid in a pigpen where a farmer domesticated livestock, curled himself up deeply in the mud mixed with livestock feces, and did not dare to go out for three days and three nights.

He wandered all the way alone, ran across the border of the Faris Empire in a daze, and mixed in the refugee team. At this time, he was disheveled and no different from others.

That was the turning point of his life.

Kuiwen Feide, I believe that everything before was just the smallest tribulation of the Lord for him.

One day, while snatching food from others, he was beaten half to death by the other party without mercy, and fell to the ground in a ball of mud.

When he was unconscious and one foot was already on the threshold of the gate of hell, he was thrown into the fire by the lackeys of that man, mixed with other corpses.

But the flames burned his body, which was not harm, but sacrifice.

In the dark, there were eight fires burning corpses. Except for himself in the center, it seemed that under such circumstances, the will of the great Lord noticed the insignificant him.

At that time, he was almost in tears, but he couldn't shed tears, because there was no room for tears in the flames.

He decisively cut off his past, threw away his noble surname, and used the great fire of decay to guide his awakened dark magic to sacrifice a total of 742 people who still remembered clearly.

Then he went all the way to the north of the Roen Empire, spreading the great gospel of fire, slowly infiltrating the entire north in units of years.

From the nobles to the common people, there are his believers hiding, under the ice and snow, the decaying but never extinguished flames are burning silently.

Then, according to the Lord's guidance, he dug out a part of the body of the ice elf, and used its power to manipulate ice and snow to create a large-scale ceremony that covered the entire north.

Under the higher power, the wolfhound could not sniff his breath.

He also cooperated with Salva, a third-rate second-rate creator, to distribute important ritual nodes into various cities in the North.

Everything went smoothly.

...Until the group of monsters used as a specific part of the ritual was slaughtered by a giant dragon that came from nowhere. At first, he didn't take it seriously. What if some monsters died? It's just a drop in the bucket.

So many monsters, even if it's just a part of the North, it's an extremely terrifying number. Can you kill them all?

Even if they line up for you to chop, it's enough to tire the gold level! Besides, they are monsters, not a group of pigs, and there are some stronger ones among them.

Then Quwenfede found that it seemed to be able to do it.

The number of monsters that were originally intended to crush them in one go was killed so hard that they had to disperse and attack at a fixed point.

The nodes of the ceremony that were painstakingly arranged were also removed one by one. What was worse was that the Ice Spirit had broken the seal and appeared again for some reason, and many of the previous strongholds were no longer safe.

I had no choice but to run around to recover the fragments of the Ice Spirit's body, and I also wanted to get rid of this troublesome dragon...

I had originally positioned the other party very high, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated it. I was careless and was taken advantage of by the other party and punched.

"Is the giant dragon you mentioned... really so outrageous?"

From the corner of the deep darkness, Salva skillfully summoned a pool of pure black unknown substance, which was wriggling and breathing like a living being, and it exuded a dark breath that was not concealed at all.

There were also large and small holes flowing on it... It looked like a human face, and the faint wailing sound was faintly echoing.

This thing is Salva's unique skill, and it is also one of the main raw materials for his creation. For such a copy, it probably requires hundreds of kind-hearted people to make a little contribution.

Kuiwen had to dig his claws into it, and the black

The unknown substance was burned into charcoal by the flames from the inside out. Seeing Salva's face getting darker, it was almost like he was destroying Dabai in front of the art students.

"Zhengyou, if you don't know how to use the life material I made with great effort, you can stop being so mean. Why don't you let me help you modify it and make your creation more perfect?"

Salva said this very sincerely.

Quvenfeld's face looked a little normal. Although it has not recovered completely, it is enough for now. As for the suggestions made by the other party at least two digits since the cooperation, he never considered them from beginning to end.

As a mentally ill person with a not-so-normal mind, how could he allow another person who is similar to him to do whatever he wants?

"That's enough... I need you to debug the Ice Spirit again to make sure the container will be successful, as you know, especially after the real Ice Spirit returns."

"Wow... You know, at this point, it will take a lot of effort to continue."

Salva narrowed his eyes, rubbed his hands, and his eyes were shining. Of course, he was willing to pay a little for artistic creation, but he couldn't think of working for nothing.

He was excited to create the great masterpiece of the Ice Spirit, but at the same time, he was just crazy, not stupid.

Quiwenfede just had a blank expression: "Next, I will gather the rest of the believers in the North. No matter how many, you can use them... At the moment when the plan changes, their role in the Lord is only this much."

"Then what is the reason for me to give up the stage that allowed me to show my art to the greatest extent? For you to give up the altar of your Lord's advent?"

The scope of the plan that the two had agreed on could almost affect the entire Wolf Fang Territory in the North, or even further than that, which was good for both of them.

One can create an unparalleled art. And the stage to perfectly display the life art created by oneself, of course, the bigger, more gorgeous, more dazzling, the better!

One can let the Lord witness his piety to the greatest extent, burn the flame symbolizing the glory of the Lord, spread it to the farthest place, and let the Lord truly appear in the world.

It would be fine if he didn't say this, but when he said this, Quvenfeld's face became even darker.

"... This is just a little warning from the Lord to me, but it is the inevitable ending in the future, a small detour on the road of destiny."

The only response to him was Salva's look at the paratrooper, and the meaning was very obvious:

Don't be crazy and be a riddle man.

"...As you know, Dotlevy has the help of the Ice Spirit. We can't rest easy like before. The arrangements in some places are no longer usable."

"And the extent is much more serious than you and I imagined."

Because it was not only Vane who took action, some other forces and beings also vaguely smelled something and cut off the tentacles of the abyss.

Or it is inevitable that such a big event as the beast tide attacking the city will attract attention.

Some places with multiple gold-level strongmen are not easy to live in, and Vane doesn't know how to pay or say something to them, but he actually persuaded those old stubborn people.

It even vaguely attracted the attention of the most disgusting and hypocritical holy light that made him sick.

Kuiwenfei was crazy, but he had not lost his mind. Naturally, he knew his own strength and could not defeat the whole world by himself.

Therefore, they had to lie dormant before the plan was truly launched. The original planned ritual of the two would be completed in a very short time, and the overwhelming monsters would drown all the lives and souls on the way.

The capital in their hands would pile up like a snowball until it turned into an unstoppable avalanche, and when someone could really detect what was behind it, it was too late.

"Of course I know these things... Then what?"

"Then it's what you and I both know, the return of the real ice spirit... and the dragon."

At this point, his face was particularly wonderful.

The core part of the ritual in the plan is often more susceptible to interference the more sophisticated it is, so he made a lot of backups. The return of the real ice spirit is certainly a heavy hammer, but it won't cause his plan to collapse.

Even in the plan he has modified, this person has been included on the altar in the ritual, and those mortals who have noticed him are still within the tolerance range of the planned framework.

But Kuiwenfei never expected that the mistakes are often not the sophisticated parts of the plan.

Instead, it was the most basic and least noticeable part of the huge monster group of TND!

At the beginning, he considered using the lives and spirits of the huge monster group

Souls cleared the way for him, clearing away obstacles, and finally serving as an appetizer on the sacrificial table, which was a win-win situation.

Although monsters have powerful strength, they are often far less intelligent than weak humans. With just a little bit of blessing power, they can easily evoke the irrational soul.

And because of the extremely large group, no matter what obstacles there are in the middle, at most a small part will be lost, which is not a big deal at all. It can be said to be the most unshakable part-can you kill them all for me?

This thought lasted for a while after a certain dragon appeared.

He never thought that there would really be some kind of existence that could slaughter hundreds of millions of monsters by itself.

Although the overall level is low and there are not many too strong existences, the terrible and desperate number is already an absolute suppression!

In addition, there are works of art modified by Salva, whose combat power is at least silver, and even partially comparable to gold. As the tip of the spear, it can be said to be foolproof.

Then, this spear, which should have been indestructible, found itself being used to challenge a real dragon.

It broke as it should.

The foundation collapsed.

As it should, the plan could not proceed. The remaining number of monsters was not enough to flatten the cities in the north. The original super-large sacrificial ceremony was aborted!

Not to mention the dragon, which was still chasing day and night, destroying various ritual nodes and slaughtering monsters.

What is this?

It was like a bank robber who carefully read the deeds of the Holy Master before robbing the bank, and planned the plan more carefully and steadily.

And ensured that it was foolproof, and then prepared multiple backup plans, when the day of the real action came.

The robber found that the reason for his failure was not any escape route or plan that went wrong.

At the beginning, he even broke into the door of the vault quite smoothly, and was about to move.

Suddenly, a hole was knocked open in the ceiling!

Then a sunny boy wearing a blue tights, a red bed sheet, and underwear outside stood in front of you, and his eyes began to shine, urging you to surrender.

Quvenfeld found that if the most exquisite spire of a tower was damaged, it could certainly be repaired.

This may be troublesome and time-consuming, but it is possible to make up for it.

But if this tower begins to collapse from the most inconspicuous and supposedly most solid base.

Then there is really no room for recovery.