I became the Great Old One

Deep in the dark space, in the vast void, a huge oval battleship is slowly moving forward.

The battleship was so huge that it looked like it was made of shimmering crystals. The outside is covered with a thick layer of metal-like armor, and in the center is an energy well that spurts out light and flames, standing tall and towering like a mountain. The lines on the hull are criss-crossed, and electric light is constantly lighting up the sky.

Above the ship, a huge black energy crystal is suspended.

Thick chains that require dozens of people to hug are wrapped around the suspended black energy crystals, and the ends are tightly welded to the dark armor of the battleship. While moving in the void, the black energy crystal buzzed and vibrated above the energy well. Hundreds of chains wrapped around it also made a clattering sound at the same time. A dull and solemn atmosphere seemed to be rushing towards them.

Inside the battleship.

The navigator of the Fire Spirit Tribe passes through the auspicious omen.

Although the fire spirit's space navigation technology is very mature, traveling in the void is still accompanied by various dangers.

The changes in physical rules caused by subspace, the nameless monsters lurking in the darkness, and the hot matter erupted by stars... every crisis is enough to make this expensive Storm-class battleship perish in a sea of ​​fire.

"Didi!"

A buzzing sound from the auspicious device attracted the navigator's attention.

The navigator looked towards the three-dimensional projection of the auspicious device, and the destination of the trip, Planet Mine No. 3, appeared in front of him.

Planet Mine 3 is as desolate and dead as ever, with a thick atmosphere covering the red star, and beneath the atmosphere are vast deserts and huge canyons.

but…

This time, compared with the recorded data.

There are obviously some unexpected changes on Planet Mine 3.

"This is... a city?"

The navigator rubbed his eyes and looked carefully at the picture on the auspicious device to make sure he had seen it correctly.

After thinking for a while, he passed the news to General Sellers, the commander-in-chief of the battleship. The follow-up plan requires General Sellers to make detailed arrangements.

Dodge, cooperate, kill...

When dealing with a new civilization, there are nothing more than these three options.

Fire elves have the power to devour memory, knowledge and bloodline talents. It is precisely because of this talent that fire elves are called space man-eating sharks by some races.

In past experiences, the probability of fire spirits making the third choice is far greater than the first two choices combined.

Moreover, judging from the scenes transmitted back by the auspicious omen, the traces of civilization on Planet Mine No. 3 seem to be underdeveloped.

The navigators seemed to have anticipated the cruel fate of those lower civilizations.

He couldn't help but smile.

Navigating in the universe for a long time is a boring thing, and you need to be mentally tense at all times. There are countless unlucky people who went crazy due to long-term depression during the voyage.

For a low-level fire spirit like him, a brutal and crazy slaughter is a good way to relieve stress.

Boom, boom, boom!

With the sound of heavy footsteps, the figure of General Cyrus appeared behind the iron gate.

It took less than ten minutes from the time when the auspicious bird conveyed the information to when General Cyrus arrived in person. It was obvious that the general took this matter very seriously.

"Show me those pictures." Cyrus' deep voice sounded.

The average fire elf is between 1.8 and 2 meters tall, while General Cyrus is close to 3 meters tall. He is also covered in thick iron armor, with only his head exposed.

An invisible sense of oppression emanated from General Salles.

The navigator felt a chill running down his spine. He did not dare to say anything more and hurriedly operated the auspicious device to display the previously captured images.

General Cyrus looked at the picture on the auspicious device and did not speak for a long time.

Until there is a tick.

The navigator lowered his head and looked down, only to see the general's saliva dripping on the iron floor, and there was a faint sound of corrosion.

"They are not the natives of Planet Mine 3, but outsiders." General Sellers asked: "A civilization with a low level of development can sail across the stars. Do you know what this means? ”

"This means they can have strong subspace affinity?" the navigator replied tremblingly.

"That's right!"

General Cyrus wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said greedily: "Such a race is very delicious to us fire spirits... If we can complete this strength and talent from their blood, then we will become The hero of the entire fire elf tribe."

"Turn around and move forward at full speed!"

General Sellers gave the order, then turned and left the small navigation room.

…

Noland world.

After being comforted by the goddess Ergani, Kratos's anxious thoughts finally calmed down a little.

The goddess showed Kratos a path, but Kratos did not move forward immediately. Even though he is no longer the God King in the Olympus pantheon, Kratos is still the top new god.

Possessing powerful strength and nearly infinite life.

Time is not a precious thing to Kratos.

He first left the ice sheet and spent some time traveling around the Eastern Continent, and then returned to his hometown across the ocean.

Thousands of years have passed.

The Oedipus River still flows across the vast land, and the water is as turbulent as ever. But the scenery along the riverbank is no longer what Kratos remembers.

Those ancient city-states, along with the gods of Olympus, are buried in history.

Strolling on the land of his hometown.

Kratos feels like a ghost from ancient times... He is a god, but he grew up as a human. This contradiction has accompanied his growth until it is completely detonated now.

Let Kratos fall into unprecedented confusion.

"This is no longer my hometown." Kratos finally sighed.

He tore the space barrier in front of him and entered the subspace.

In the chaotic and boundless subspace, under the crimson sky, a road burning with golden flames was born from the world of Noland, spreading towards the depths of the void until it exceeded the end of Kratos' perception.

"Is this the Saint's Road?"

Kratos descended on the blazing flames.

The great primordial fire once used his will to reshape Kratos' body, and now Kratos has the same blood as the dragonborn.

Standing on the Saint's Road, the flames burned his hairy chest.

These flames full of ancient power did not bring him any pain, but made Kratos feel like bathing in a hot spring, as if his whole body from body to soul was washed.

"I have heard about the deeds of the forerunners. The first forerunner was the current Dragonborn King Abijah. I didn't expect that he could manipulate his power to such an extent. It's amazing."

Kratos is also a very arrogant person.

But after concentrating on feeling the power contained in the Saint's Road, his voice revealed a sense of admiration.

He had also practiced hard for a period of time under the guidance of Achilles, the leader of the academy at that time, thousands of years ago, and knew that this road was full of ups and downs and reached the peak.

Every step forward is accompanied by great terror.

A mortal who can step into the realm of the pioneers is, to some extent, already enough to be called a god.

Of course, Abijah's talent and perseverance are the key factors for his current achievements.

But it is also because he stands on the shoulders of giants. The experience accumulated by practitioners over the past thousand years has provided important help to Abijah's success.

And behind this matter, Kratos also noticed some of the arrangements of the goddess and Quetzalcoatl.

In a sense.

Kratos is actually a member of the gods in the Dragonborn system.

The goddess once mentioned to Kratos that if he is willing, she doesn't mind sharing the faith of mortals with him. He can become the god of war in the current Dragonborn mythology system.

In the universe, peace is always as short-lived as a flash in the pan.

And war is the eternal theme of the universe.

If he is willing to become a god of war, Kratos will definitely gain a lot of faith, and his own strength can also be broken through.

However, although Kratos respects the wisdom of the goddess and is grateful for her help over the years. Kratos, however, did not think that the goddess and Quetzalcoatl were on the right path.

He believed that the power excavated from the treasure of the flesh was not necessarily weaker than the power obtained from faith.

Even weak mortals could become pioneers in their short lives through hard work.

As a half-human, half-god being, Kratos believed that he could reach a higher level. More importantly, Kratos had been living as a human since his birth.

He could not bring himself into the perspective of the gods, nor did he intend to do so.

Kratos rejected the goddess's advice.

At this time, he walked alone on the blazing Saint's Road, heading towards the end of the road at a constant frequency.

The Saint's Road is endless, and the laws of time and space in the subspace are chaotic and in constant change. The passage of time can no longer be accurately recorded.

After a month or a whole year, the light finally appeared in front of Kratos.

Kratos leaped, tore the barrier of the subspace with absolute power, and appeared in the real universe.

…

Descending from the subspace to the physical universe, the change in spatial dimensions brought Kratos a brief feeling of dizziness.

With his strong physique, the dizziness disappeared from his body in the blink of an eye.

In front of him was a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun. The huge sandstorm was like an endless tsunami. The whole sky was gray, and under the strong wind, the fine sand and dust hit Kratos' face and chest like bullets... There was a burst of dense crackling sounds.

Kratos looked around and felt the undulating low hills not far away.

"In the ancient times, there may have been rolling mountains here, but unfortunately those huge mountains have been worn down by the wind and sand day after day." Such thoughts emerged in Kratos' mind.

The wind and sand can flatten the mountains, but it can't shake Kratos at all.

Kratos moved forward against the raging sandstorm. The sound of the wind and sand was like a ghost howling in his ears.

The sandstorm came quickly and went away quickly. About half an hour later, the raging sandstorm slowly dissipated. The scenery in front of him suddenly opened up, and Kratos found himself standing on a raised high ground.

In the low-lying part in front of him, the prototype of a city has been built.

The dragonborn and humans coming and going shuttled through the wide streets of the city. Some colorful decorations were hung on the railings and door frames, bringing a little festive atmosphere to this khaki city.

In the center of the city, there was an open space used as a square.

At this time, on this open space, the priests were busy building an altar with a simple shape.

Since the establishment of the Dragonborn Dynasty, every major event has been inseparable from the figure of the gods. Today, sacrifice has been integrated into all aspects of the life and customs of the dragonborn.

Some loyal believers, even before eating every day, have to offer their gratitude and prayers to the original fire and the feathered serpent dragon that brings a good harvest.

Kratos did not rashly step into this simple city.

From the Saint's Road to this strange planet, everything he saw was new to Kratos.

He felt that the trip was worthwhile. He simply folded his arms, sat on the high ground and looked down at the people coming and going in the city, waiting for the priests to complete this simple but solemn ceremony.

Kratos was very patient.

The busy priests did not finish the work until the sun set in the east.

During this period, Kratos also found something very interesting. The sun on this planet does not rise in the east and set in the west, but rises in the west and sets in the east.

"Maybe it is because the directions of rotation of Lagnia and Noland are different?"

Kratos guessed.

After a busy day, the simple altar was finally built in the square.

The golden flames burned on the altar, and the shadow of the god was vaguely revealed in the bright flames. There is also oxygen on Lagnia, but it is very thin and certainly cannot support the rapid burning of the flames.

Fortunately, the power of the burning flames does not come from some physical entities, but from the power flowing in the blood of the dragonborn.

The population of the Dragonborn Dynasty today has reached hundreds of millions.

With such a large population base, the number of powerful practitioners will naturally increase significantly.

On the planet Grania, in this simple city, most of the Dragonborn are practitioners of the third level of Revelation, with inhuman strength, enough to allow them to survive in various harsh environments.

"God spread the North Pole in the sky and suspended the earth in the void;

Wrapped the water in dense clouds, but the clouds never broke;

Covered his throne and spread the water on it;

Draw a boundary around the water until the junction of light and darkness;

The pillars of the sky shook because of his rebuke, and he stirred the sea with his power..."

The priests danced around the bonfire with pious expressions, and the ancient ballads echoed under the red light of the sun. The content of the ballads recorded the story of the gods creating the world and dividing chaos in the primordial era.

Kratos's eyes fell on the tallest Dragonborn priest in the front.

This priest is almost the same size as Kratos. With a height of more than five meters, he is already a well-deserved giant in today's dragonborn society. His muscles are bulging all over his body, and the traces of scales on his skin are very light, revealing the rough texture of rock. A fierce breath emanates from him.

Compared with the ferocious body, the expression on his face is pious and gentle.

Even in Kratos's eyes, the appearance of this dragonborn can be described as handsome and gentle.

The huge contrast in body shape and appearance made Kratos very impressed when he saw this person for the first time.

"The pioneer Puno, the senior brother of King Abijah, is also the head of this outpost city." Thanks to the memory and knowledge generously shared with Kratos by the goddess.

When he saw this person, the information about Puno appeared in Kratos' consciousness.

To this day.

In the huge Dragon Dynasty, the number of pioneers is only a handful.

Every pioneer is qualified to be noticed by the goddess.

The sacrificial ceremony has come to an end unknowingly. Puno, with a smile on his face, kindly shared the roasted meat with every brother and compatriot present.

The planet Lagnia is far away from the world of Noland, and the resources required to transport supplies to this planet are unimaginable. For the personnel on this outpost, there are obviously not many opportunities to eat delicious food.

Sharing fine wine and barbecue, the celebration ceremony gradually reached its climax in the sound of ancient ballads.

Kratos swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was about to get up and join the feast.

But at this moment.

A roaring sound came from the distant sky, and the storm that had just subsided was set off again, even more violently. When the howling hurricane stopped, a spectacle that mortals could not imagine appeared on the surface of the planet.

A huge, pitch-black, steel structure that looked like a demon mountain was suspended above the city.

It showed its strength with a domineering and overbearing attitude.