1335 Eve 1

All the flesh and blood was devoured by Gerdmos in the explosion. A ferocious mouth split open from half of his body, swallowing all the flesh that shot toward him from the explosion. 

"A pointless choice."

Gerdmos straightened up, the mouth on his body disappeared naturally as if it had never appeared before. 

Next, he slowly made his way towards the Dragons of Disaster who were on the verge of death. Unlike Black Dragon Noas, most of these Dragons of Disaster were no longer strong enough to fight back, they did not even have the strength to struggle or self-destruct. They could only watch as Gerdmos devour them. 

The other man dress in red robe stood behind watching without making a sound.

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Garen flew through the dark cave slowly, there was only silence in front of him.

Bang! 

He vaguely heard a huge explosion that suddenly rang from the front. 

"Explosion?" 

Garen paused for a little. 

"How can there be an explosion here?" His vigilance heightened. This was the exit of the Dragons of Disaster, so if there was an explosion, perhaps it meant that there was a conflict. 

Who would be guarding the exit when the Dragons of Disaster were critically injured? At such a coincidental timing too!? 

Garen raised his guard. 

The exit was in front of him, shimmering in white but he stopped and no longer moved forward.

A black Salamander with toxic all over its black body slowly fell behind his steps. He was clearly as suspicious as Garen was. 

Neither of them spoke, but they exchanged glances as both felt that the situation was quite odd. 

Garen stopped and did not move forward. He glanced at the Salamander, waiting for him to go ahead first so he could see the results. 

The Salamander seemed to be toying with the same idea as well as his eyes fell on Garen. 

Both of them looked at each other. 

"Seems like something might have happened…" The Salamander spoke first. 

"Seems like it," Garen nodded. "Are there any other exits here?" 

"No, this is the only exit," the Salamander shook his head. "To be able to grasp our departing time so accurately means that there must be a spy. Without a mole, how could anybody knew in such a short period of time of our secret gathering and raid, and our almost immediate departure as all of these happened in less than an hour."

"Maybe we can find Gerdmos," Garen said in a hushed tone. 

"Hehe…" The Salamander chuckled, "if you are willing to go, I have no objections."

Garen could sense his doubts toward Gerdmos' intention and stopped saying further.

After a while.

"Then let's wait for more dragons first and we'll all rush forward together," Garen spoke again. 

"Alright." 

The two Dragons of Disaster waited quietly in the dark. 

Soon enough, several huge Dragons of Disaster came from behind. 

The Salamander explained the situation briefly. A few of the dragons who still had contact with those outside tried to contact them but there was no response. 

Still pausing to move forward, the Dragons of Disaster's looks changed.

Nobody dared to just go out like this. 

Minutes and seconds passed by and soon, more than twenty Dragons of Disasters had gathered together.

Garen stood among the crowd of dragons without making a sound. There were those who were stronger than him in the crowd so naturally, he had no place to speak up. 

Among the colossal dragons on the spot, the most powerful one was a gigantic Bass Dragon that went with the nickname of Plague. Plague was surrounded in the middle by a group of dragons, his two long yellow brows hung down his old face. 

There was no trace of force field from his body as if he was not much better than the average Dragon Whelp, but no dragon dared to look down on him. 

He was publicly acknowledged as the highest Level Fifteen peak. 

Moreover, he was the standard Wizard Dragon. This kind of Elder Dragon could live over five thousand years, and each of them was extremely clever with countless trump cards in their hands. No matter what situation they encounter, they would not panic at all. 

"It seems that we have a traitor amongst us. Since this is our only exit and it has been blocked, our companions who have gone out beforehand would have most probably perished." Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.novelhall.comfor visiting.

Bass Dragon said in a low tone, "I've tested with a Prophecy Spell and the highest wheel of fate shows that we are now in an extremely critical moment. I am unable to predict much details as the one who cast this danger is too powerful. But there is one thing I understood, and that is…" 

His huge dragon head turned and looked around. 

"Only by uniting that all of us would stand a chance!" 

"That dangerous?" A rare Red Crystal Dragon frowned. Crystal Dragons were extremely rare and they were immune to all sorts of spells. They had an incredible yet terrifying melee talent, but they did not have Dragon Breath nor supernatural powers so they could only rely on equipment. 

This Crystal Dragon was wearing a golden crown on its head, looking wild and badass. 

"Just speak up whatever idea you have. The longer we stay here, the more danger we're in."

Bass Dragon's eyes swept through every single dragon in the crowd. 

"I've heard that Your Excellency, King of Fantasy, has an extremely powerful Divine Weapon called the Infinite Fantasy. It's able to create several ultimate phantoms that are close to an entity. Not sure if it's true though?" 

He looked at a petite little Purple Dragon. This Purple Dragon was a small female dragon with a calm expression on her face.

"So, are you saying that we could create illusions to confuse the other party? What if matrix sort of encirclements are formed?" The King of Fantasy asked. 

"Even if it's matrix, I will have a way to consume a large amount of energy," Bass Dragon shot a mysterious smile. 

"Your Excellency Moon, Your Excellency Green Hurricane, Your Excellency Fordoo, your strengths can be our backup…" 

Bass Dragon was no doubt the most knowledgeable old guy on the spot. At a moment like this, he was so familiar with the techniques of each Dragon of Disaster as if he was enumerating his family's valuables. He was even able to arrange each of them in the most appropriate position so that they could put their abilities to good use. 

But the arrangements only included beings that were Level Thirteen and above. For the rest of them, they only played supporting roles as covers. 

Garen was also one of them. 

His biggest lethal effect was the Poisonous Eye that could kill Thirteen-Level existences in a flash. Other than having an unparalleled speed of shooting and the sudden flash it possessed, beings that were one of two levels above him could be caught suddenly even if it may be unintentional. 

After Bass Dragon was done arranging everything, a group of Dragons of Disaster approached the exit slowly. 

The light source exit was a distorted natural Teleportation Point. Upon entering, one would automatically be transmitted out of this Abyss layer. Not only that, it could accommodate up to tens of thousands of creatures at the same time. 

The twenty over Dragons of Disaster walked over slowly, each of them conserving their energy. Some of them had their muscles tensed up so tight that their scales showed the same color, some of them had a layer of various protection spells upon themselves, some of them turned their bodies invisible that even a trace of force could not be noticed. 

Some of them even cloned themselves into several avatars so that others were unable to distinguish between the real one and the clones.

Garen even saw a Dragon of Disaster's body that straight away melted into a pile of sand, approaching the light source exit in a fluid-like manner. 

He stood in the middle of the queue, looking at the line of Dragons of Disaster that slowly approached the light source. 

"Charge!!" Suddenly, Bass Dragon roared. 

All the Dragons of Disaster accelerated simultaneously and rushed toward the light source at full speed.

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Boom!!

A huge explosion rose from the exit of the cave. 

Gerdmos was slightly stunned but his expression quickly returned to his original, indifferent expression. 

Looking at the twenty over dragons that suddenly stormed out from the cave, he smirked. 

"You old Plague, I knew that would be a little trouble over here with you…" 

He turned around and looked at the other person dressed in a red robe. 

"It's all on you." 

"Leave it to me." 

The red-robed person smiled. 

They shook hands with each other.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!! 

All around the plain, red lights burst out from the ground heading towards the sky. 

The blinding red lights beamed upwards to the sky straight like pencils, encircling all the fleeing Dragons of Disaster.

"Separate," the red-robed man whispered softly. 

With a huge buzz, the entire encircled area where all the Dragons of Disaster were at disappeared together. Even the red lights that broke out from the ground moments ago also vanished together. 

Just as the red lights disappeared, dozens of Dragons of Disaster flew out of the cave once again. 

"Phantoms, huh?" The red-robed man's expression was unchanged. With another point of his finger, several beams of red lights continued rising and once again, enveloped all the new Dragons of Disaster and they completely disappeared again. 

"It's useless. No matter how many times you use a trick like this, it's useless," he said calmly. 

Boom!!

Suddenly, his face changed slightly. There seemed to be something that caused a huge explosion and shock waves that managed to injure his internal system. 

He raised his arm and a golden wound slit open at the back of his right hand. Drips of golden blood trickled down from the wound. 

"What a good move! Divine Weapon Self Destruction!!" 

Gerdmos who was by the side had a slight change of expression as well. Divine Weapon Self Destruction also depended on the Divine Weapon itself. The Divine Weapon Self Destruction did not have a great impact generally in the hands of humans. They were irrelevant to those who were already below the Divine Power, but for Dragons of Disaster, the worst Divine Weapons in their hands were at least created by Middle Divine Souls. Once these Divine Weapons self-destruct, the tremors caused would be extremely terrible. 

"Nevermind, they have no more than three Divine Weapons in their hands!" Gerdmos said in a hushed tone. 

As soon as his voice fell, he could see dozens of Divine Weapons shot out from the cave, exploding in all directions. It seemed to be radiating to all the areas around. 

"They're all fake!" Another red-robe man yelled. 

Of course, Gerdmos knew they were all fake, but so what if he knew? What if there was a real one mixed among the fake ones?

He could not help but retreat quickly. The other red-robed man seemed to have the same thinking as him and retreated as well. 

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh! 

To his surprise, all the Divine Weapons had a powerful surge force that broke through the blockade of the surrounding spells, going in all directions.

"Could they be real?" Gerdmos waved his hand and a large cloud of fire rushed toward the Divine Weapons. 

Roar!!

One of the Divine Weapons could not withstand the scorch and straight away turned into a huge Green Dragon screaming in pain. 

"It's them! They're trying to escape!?" Gerdmos' expression changed. His body flickered as he instantly moved to the front of the Divine Weapon with the strongest force and reached out to grab it. 

Boom!!!