In the quiet wait, the time quietly approached midnight on November 27th.

Weilu City was still brightly lit, but an indescribable heaviness lingered in the air compared to usual.

Since the collapse of the Undead Plane and the unhidden news of the Dragon God’s fall reached every resident’s ears, a suffocating sense of impending storm began to fill the air in Weilu City.

Everyone could feel the turmoil about to arrive.

However, they could not affect anything; at the moment, they could only bury themselves in work, working even harder at their respective posts.

Only by producing more materials could they assist their army...

As citizens of the gods, they enjoyed a safe living environment, abundant food, and even the opportunity to learn and appreciate plays not found outside... Now, Weilu City needed them; how could they not be proactive?!

Must they wait until the city falls and wander the Wilderness once again?!

With high fervor, the daily output of military supplies was in plentiful numbers.

The foundation of Weilu City was rapidly solidifying.

Lear glanced around this dreamlike city illuminated by starlight, and felt inexplicably relaxed.

Over the past year, this place had become his home, the place he must defend.

Simultaneously, it was his reliance and trump card.

Mutually accomplishing.

The night wind brushed against his cheeks, dissipating the day’s restlessness.

Lear’s thoughts gradually cleared as he glanced at the intel.

"Dragon Mother... Sedgana..."

The Divine Spirits of the Giant Dragon Race, each one was a legend, possessing not only long life but also unimaginable wealth.

The fall of the Dragon God had already severely weakened the Giant Dragon Race, and now the Dragon Mother encountering calamity was undoubtedly adding insult to injury for this ancient and proud race.

Though it had little direct relation to him, the outward spread of the deteriorating situation was clear, with young dragons forced into becoming Dragons of Death as the best evidence.

If something could be gleaned from this, it would definitely not be a bad thing.

The Dragon Mother was powerful, and the other being involved—the Master of Fallen Angels, Ronadell was even more formidable.

Ronadell, as the Creator God’s Angel Legion Commander, used to lead the Angel Legion in resistance against the creatures of the Chaotic Void during the Creator God’s time.

In the First War of the Gods, he was lured by the Abyss and fell into becoming an extremely dreadful Evil God.

His combat strength so formidable that among countless Evil Gods and Demon Dukes of the Abyss, he ranked in the top ten.

With the situation deteriorating, more and more ancient deities hidden in the dust of history or evil beings started to surface.

This Master of Fallen Angels was clearly one of the behind-the-scenes manipulators, and was incomparable to existences like the God of Flame and Rekindling.

Their status was undoubtedly higher.

Just as his thoughts surged, a sudden change occurred.

Boom——!!!

A thunderous noise seemingly from the dawn of world creation echoed from the distant horizon, shaking the entire swamp area.

The next moment, crack——!!!

The sky suddenly shattered, as if torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

A huge pitch-black crack spanned the firmament, emitting a chilling aura of decay and destruction.

Looking up, the darkness receded, revealing dazzling and prominent golden light.

Beyond the crack was vast land, entirely covered by gold and jewels.

It even formed rivers and lakes!

Just a glance made one’s breath quicken and heart race.

Endless gold, countless jewels.

The Dragon Mother’s Divine Kingdom!!

At that moment, a high-pitched roar filled with rage and unwillingness echoed from the crack.

"Bastard, have you killed the Dragon God?"

"Sedgana... you cannot escape."

An icy and majestic voice followed, laden with endless malice and coldness.

Lear’s spirit revived, his gaze becoming extremely sharp.

It had begun!

The next moment, the golden crack suddenly swelled, the space violently distorted, as if an invisible sun was expanding and exploding within.

Terrifying energy shockwaves rampaged, shattering the cloud layer above the swamp.

In the center of the intense spatial upheaval, a magnificent, life-filled, and dragon-dignified illusory realm appeared like a fragmenting mirror, revealing a corner!

In that Divine Kingdom, faintly visible, were mountain ranges built of gold, inhabited by countless dragon shadows, each emanating a powerful aura.

At the heart of the kingdom, a towering Golden Dragon Nest intermittently emerged, radiating dazzling light like the sun.

"The Dragon Mother’s Divine Kingdom..." Lear’s eyes widened.

At the instant of the kingdom’s appearance, a huge figure bespeaking of sulfur, wielding a giant sword burning with black Abyssal Flame, tore through space, descending fiercely.

He was clad in black battle armor inscribed with Abyssal Runes, behind him twelve broken wings burned like charred embers, scattering black sparks with every flap.

Master of Fallen Angels—Ronadell!

This former Archangel of the Creator God had an incomparably handsome and sacred face, yet his black eyes burned with a desire for destruction.

"Ronadell! Damned bastard!! Our Dragon Divine Pantheon shall launch an undying revenge upon you!!"

The Dragon Mother Sedgana’s furious roar echoed from the golden Dragon Nest.

In the next moment, a giant dragon shadow covering the entire sky, its body clad in golden scales, dragon horns like a majestic crown, surged from the Dragon Nest.