1334 Trouble 2

The power of Abyss had an extremely mighty devour and repulsive nature.

In the face of external forces, if it could not devour the other party, it would then completely eliminate it.

Garen flew out of the black hole, and by the time he returned to the Abyssal layer with berserk fires, he was already half-dead, which was still considered quite good. The other Dragons of Disaster did not even have the strength to fly and were free-falling, crashing into the sea of magma below falling into a deep sleep.

Fortunately, no matter how weak a Dragon of Disaster was, its dragon scales, which had a natural strong defense, and force field would protect it from being harmed by the mere magma on the surface.

Mustering his strength to fly out of the midst of the dragons that were like dumplings entering a wok, Garen gathered his wings and slowly descended on a dark solid volcanic rock.

He looked up at the bloody red sky and saw that the black hole was slowly contracting. However, he did not see the figure of Gerdmos, one of the three Monarchs. Presumably, he should be fine.

Garen glanced at the thread of divinity lying quietly in his Space Equipment. This was a true divinity, which had been disintegrated and analyzed by Gerdmos. Judging from the explosive nature of the Divine Stone, this divinity should be of fire attribute. Although it was not much of a right match with him, it still had its research value.

Even though he did not actually face a strong opponent in this blitzkrieg, the risk was indeed not small, especially the last move Fehra made out of rage. That beam was evidently a long-lasting kind of attack; if one could not return to the Abyss as soon as possible, then just that light beam alone would directly kill a Dragon of Disaster.

All the Dragons of Disaster, including Garen, were critically injured by it.

Standing on the rock, Garen turned around to inspect the wound on his body. In the middle of the wings on his back, the scales were directly burned... and something like a large piece of white crystal was formed at that spot. These crystals also exuded a pure light energy fluctuation that disgusted him.

"With such an obvious fluctuation, if I'm not in the Abyss but the other Planes, I'll definitely be discovered by the people of the Fehra Cathedral in the first place."

He looked up for a while until he saw no more Dragons of Disaster coming out, only then did the black hole finally shrunk and disappeared. Everything was completely over.

"It's time to go back..."

Garen flapped his wings and headed toward the exit of this layer.

It was a huge underground cave. The cave might seem to head underground but in fact, as long as one entered through it with a special method, one could return to the Ten Thousand Abyss Plain at the topmost Abyssal layer.

Sweeping his sight around the tired and weak Dragons of Disaster, it was not that Garen did not have the idea of snatching the divinity. But for such a thing as the true divinity, one would only need a thread of it to learn the method of disintegration and analyzing. Once it was grasped, everything else would be much better. Having more threads was of no effect to him. After a brief consideration, Garen decided not to do it as it was unnecessary.

After searching around, he did not find the temporary team of dragon clans he was in.

"Hey, the White Dragon over there. If you can escort me back to the Natural Plane, I will use the Prickle Gem to repay you!"

A Natural Plane-Green Dragon was about to be submerged by the magma. Large pieces of white crystals coagulated all over its body, most parts of his body were obviously hit by the beam from just now.

This fellow's aura, which should have been at Level Eleven, was now rapidly debilitating. His situation seemed very bad.

Garen was the more normal one compared to the others he saw nearby, as he could actually still move about freely even after taking a hit of the white light. Among all the Dragons of Disaster, only a dozen of them was able to do this.

"Me?" Garen looked around and could not spot any other White Dragon. Obviously, the other person was referring to him.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." He lightly declined. The Green Dragon was instantly disappointed and wanted to say something more, but Garen had already fluttered away from his sight.

Continue flying forward, Garen soon met a few Dragons of Disaster who asked for help, all of them looking extremely weak.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

This Plane was not the Plane that Gerdmos permanently remained at. He himself probably had the thought of plundering these Dragons of Disaster. In any case, the Dragons of Disasters were never a united group, and it was just a name for the group.

But since he was present, Gerdmos would absolutely not allow any existence to destroy his rules. And so, Garen could only suppress this tempting idea.

Feeling the divinity in the Space Equipment, Garen faintly felt that this time, he might be able to use this thing to analyze the divinity in his Pearl of Temple.

For the other Dragons of Disaster, a thread of true divinity probably could only speed up their progress or chances of becoming a demigod; but for Garen, he could totally build the Energy Machinist's Willpower Neuroprocessor and use the astonishing computing speed that was far beyond that of the quantum computer in the technology era to analyze the essence of divinity.

The divinity itself was a kind of sentiment, a sublimation of one's understanding of the self and the foundation of one's existence. At the same time, it also contained a kind of enlightenment and understanding of certain laws of the universe.

Once the understanding reached an incredibly high level and was incomparably compatible with the law of the universe, the creatures would naturally be able to resonate with the power of the universe due to this kind of compatibility, thereby improving the evolution one's self and turning into a Divine Creature, close to the status of a demigod.

Hence, divinity was actually a kind of knowledge, an extremely complicated and profound information. It was an interpretation of the laws of the universe.

Garen only knew this from Ann's books, so although he had not completely condensed his own divinity, he could sum up all the knowledge and information through the analysis of the divinity of other creatures.

In theory, his original soul was equivalent to a demigod level. The Demon Lords were not inferior to the demigods in the understanding of the laws of the world. It was only because they were not compatible with the laws of this world that they could not be a Divine Creature right away.

What Garen needed only was to understand the compatibility principle of this world, and it would be enough.

Soon, a huge black cave appeared in front of him. A few powerful Dragons of Disaster had just flown in and left an extremely intense aura of Light. They were obviously fatally injured by Fehra's incarnation. Being able to be faster than Garen, the weakest aura of these fellows were of Level Thirteen, while there was even a Level Fifteen being the strongest one!

Garen had just tucked his wings away and landed at the mouth of the cave when he felt a black shadow appearing behind him and disappearing in a flash. A Level Fourteen Black Dragon with bloodshot eyes darted straight into the cave above his head, giving the impression that it was just a flickering shadow.

"How swift and fierce! Going through the Abyssal layers also requires physical strength... this fellow actually dared to fly at full speed."

Garen felt that he need a good rest.

He glanced at his own status.

'Garen – Strength 180 (100), Agility 180 (100), Vitality 180 (100), Intelligence 90. Potential 963%. Soul limit 180.

Status: Overall attributes declined, under the suppression and the curse of the Light... (All elemental resistance declined by half, easily found by Light attribute creatures, whereabouts could not be concealed)

"Damn it!" Garen could not help but cursed at the sight of the state of the attributes.

The three major attributes had all dropped by nearly half, and the elemental resistance had declined by half, especially the latter. This meant that he was initially immune to Level Nine-spells, but now, he might only be immune to Level Five-Spells and could only forcefully resist those of higher levels.

And if resisting forcefully, with his current 100-points of Vitality and weak state, he could only resist the frontal attack of a Level Nine-Spell...

"This is troublesome..." He rested for a while, trying hard to conceal the fluctuation of his aura, and began to fly along a special trajectory inside the cave.

The cave was not long, but each meter of flight was extremely difficult. One would need to resist the traction of this Abyssal layer, which was as great as the gravity of a planet.

Garen flew out a fixed trajectory pattern like a bee in the dark, and finally rose and rushed up to the sky.

Not knowing how long he had been flying, the darkness in front was finally faintly brightening up.

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Boom!!

The corpse of a huge Black Dragon crashed to the ground, splattering a large amount of blood and dust.

On the yellow plain with a huge black hole, everywhere was covered with incapacitated Dragons of Disaster. This was the path one must take when coming out of the Abyssal fire layer as it was the exit of the Ten Thousand Abyss Plains. All the Dragons of Disaster that had flown out before did not die in the raid but instead fell at this exit, which was almost a safety point.

Two tall men in red robes hovered in mid-air, and one was gently wiping the bloody sword in his hand.

The other person was the one who had previously gathered all the Dragons of Disaster to assault the Light World – Gerdmos.

He was smiling as he looked at the Black Dragon that was on the brink of death below.

"Noas, although I'm very sorry, I have a reason to do so." Gerdmos seemed to have not been injured at all. His whole body was intact, and he was toying with a blood-red round stone in his hand.

"You... actually dared... betray the Disaster Scroll..." The Black Dragon's eyes were filled with madness and rage.

"Betray?" Gerdmos did not have the slightest fear but just laughed lightly. "I never intended to betray the Disaster Scroll..."

There was a faint glint of contempt in his eyes.

"The Dragons of Disaster's pitiful state like stray dogs should be reversed by me, Gerdmos."

He opened his arms wide.

"Can't you see? This endless Abyss has given me an unparalleled special talent. Can you still not see the current situation? Whether it's the Void Creatures or each major Pantheons, between these two giants, we're only an insignificant weak force, surviving in the cracks...

"Only by gathering the power of all the Dragons of Disaster, converging them into one and into my body... can we then have a glimmer of hope..." Gerdmos' tone was monotonous, but his words were absolutely crazy.

His back was vaguely beginning to distort a horrifying shadow. A mighty power surpassing Level Fifteen and exceeding even that of the demigod was violently fluctuating around him.

"Come on... merge with me as one... to create a new future that belongs to us Dragons of Disaster…!" He slowly paced toward the Black Dragon on the ground.

"Ann... will not let you go!" The Black Dragon weakly gave a final roar of anger.

Boom!!

His entire body suddenly exploded. His soul together with his body completely turned into a huge bomb and disintegrated completely.