Bab 378: Chapter 378: Time Dragon Reversal After Six Years
Within the Wanyuan Plains, the development and construction of the mechanical legion had entered the right track.
On the side of the Long Court plane, the main body of Garon slowly opened his platinum eyes, pulling all his spiritual will back into his dragon body.
The reason for participating in the bloody war was that two of Garon's Red Dragon kin had been trapped in the demon's Blood War army due to grievances with a demon prince, and there had been no good way to extract them from the bloody battlefield.
But now, with the mechanical legion's impressive size stepping onto the Wanyuan Plains, and even specifically visiting the second empire of Imaska to take the Mechanist Empire under his wing, rescuing the two kin turned into abyssal dragon demons was merely incidental.
This was not the core objective.
What Garon primarily wanted now was to establish a stronghold on the Wanyuan Plains, claiming a territory of his own in the chaotic Bottomless Abyss. Whether it was to gather intelligence on the various demons of the abyss or to procure unique abyssal materials and wealth from the forces of hell, it was all quite worthwhile.
Additionally, through his own authority, Garon had issued a mission to capture the two abyssal dragon demons alive.
Due to the substantial rewards, the Mechanist players took this mission very seriously.
Once the mechanical domain was perfected and consolidated, they would be deployed.
As for how to precisely capture the two designated abyssal dragon demons from the Blood War army of the abyssal lord Pazuzu into the devil's faction, that would depend on the Mechanist players' unique gaming strategies.
To complete the mission in the 'virtual game', the strategies devised by the Mechanist players were wildly inventive, even catching Garon by surprise.
The spark of thought in sentient beings, when combined with the terrifying features of mechanical creations, would inevitably ignite a brilliance that could not be ignored.
Inside the Dragon Nest.
Garon turned his head and looked aside, his gaze falling on a slightly raised pile of treasures.
He could hear faint, even breathing.
Without disturbing Yuna, who was still asleep, Garon's body shimmered with the golden light of Imaska's holy armor. He then closed his eyes slightly, immersing his mind once again in the Mechanist heritage.
The better the Mechanical Grandmaster performed.
The stronger Garon's desire to fully control the Mechanical Grandmaster became.
Now, to control the Mechanical Grandmaster, Garon had removed the Heart of the Mechanist from the metal world and kept it with him at all times, actually significantly weakening the Mechanical Grandmaster's capabilities.
Should the Heart of the Mechanist be returned to the metal world.
Once the core returned, the Mechanical Grandmaster's performance would be even more impressive.
At that time, in the bloody battlefield, the mechanical legion would truly begin to form a catastrophic momentum. For now, it was merely a decent-sized army with some combat capability, still needing the protection of the hellish devil generals.
By this point, Garon had delved into the legendary-tier content of the Mechanist heritage.
The first step on the path of the Mechanist was infusion.
That is, endowing machinery with intelligence, allowing mechanical creations to obey the commands of a Mechanist.
At the legendary tier, the core capability a legendary Mechanist needed to master was still 'infusion,' seeming like a cycle returning to the very beginning.
However, the 'infusion' of a legendary Mechanist, specifically named in the heritage as 'creation of spirit,' still aimed to endow mechanical creations with spirit intelligence, sounding similar to the initial infusion.
But there was a significant difference between the two.
The standard for infusion was simply getting the mechanical creation to move, the threshold for entering the field of Mechanist.
Creation of spirit, however, required Mechanists to create from nothing, using a unique set of Mechanist runes to create a mechanical spirit, giving mechanical creations intelligence surpassing that of sentient beings.
"The spirit of machinery, in reality, is a core program coded in Mechanist runes."
Garon pondered.
This reminded him of Earth.
The technology of Earth and the heritage of the Mechanist had many similarities.
Garon had introduced magical elements to Earth; if they could combine magic and technology, they might forge a mechanical path distinctly different from that of the Imaska Empire.
"Inside the Heart of the Mechanist, there is also the spirit of the machinery—the Mechanical Grandmaster's thought logic, the way it views everything in the world, originates from the spirit of machinery."
"If I could rewrite the rune program of its mechanical spirit."
"I might have a chance to make the Mechanical Grandmaster loyal to me, turning it into a controllable Mechanist marvel."
Garon's expression became focused, delving deeper into the heritage knowledge.
Time quietly passed.
The atmosphere in the Dragon Nest became serene as Garon immersed himself in the Mechanist heritage. Thanks to his potent learning capabilities, his understanding and insight
into the spirit of machinery grew day by day.
Meanwhile, within the Eternal Divine Realm.
Bathed in the golden sunlight shining from the coronal divine stone, the majestic temple hovered in the divine sky, moving slowly and indeterminately. Occasionally, many inhabitants of the divine realm looked towards the temple with reverence and admiration.
Inside the temple, within the sleeping chamber.
The crystal dragon Niconina had transformed into a human form.
As a dragon maiden attendant, Niconina's task was not to guard the divine realm. With her level of power, any otherworldly divine envoy could easily overpower her.
Niconina's primary duty was to attend to the daily needs of the Dragon God.
To make the great Time Dragon comfortable.
There, Niconina was vigorously using a multi-layered silk cloth, contributed by followers from the primary material world, to polish the godly dragon scales of Garon.
She occasionally sneaked glances at Garon, then, while he wasn't looking, affectionately stroked his dragon scales, obsessed.
Garon's dragon scales shimmered with a faint divine light.
Immaculate, without a speck of impurity.
Of course, they didn't need cleaning, but Niconina insisted on polishing Garon's scales herself, feeling as if she was otherwise just freeloading.
Garon didn't refuse.
The subtle touch of the polishing was quite comfortable for a true dragon.
He had fought bloodily for the dragon race on the front lines during the War of Glory, and now that he had ascended to be a Dragon God, why not enjoy a bit of indulgence?
Now, Niconina wasn't the only dragon maiden attendant.
As the divine realm was newly established, Garon had selected a portion of his dragon followers to enter the divine realm, among which some female true dragons wished to follow Garon and become dragon maiden attendants.
So Garon chose some.
It wouldn't be quite right if Niconina was the only dragon maiden attendant of the majestic Dragon God.
As the first to become a dragon maiden attendant, and having some old ties with Garon, Niconina, now as the chief attendant, was envied by many followers.
Niconina happily polished Garon's dragon scales.
At the same time, other dragon maiden attendants were positioned near Garon's head, offering him exquisite foods and wines.
Garon only needed to open his mouth, and a dragon maiden attendant would deliver the delicacies directly to him.
Any requests he made during this time were treated as divine decrees and fulfilled without question.
In addition to the dragon maiden attendants, there were also some elven maidens.
Compared to the mostly not-so-powerful dragon maiden attendants, these elven maidens were formidable.
Each one appeared delicate and soft but subtly revealed a demigod aura. Outside the divine realm, they were bona fide demigod powerhouses.
Identical, as if carved from the same mold, were Aeli and Aesha.
The former twin flower divine envoys, now wearing gowns that outlined their graceful figures, were gently massaging Garon's dragon horns with tender fingers.
The Sun Princess, shimmering all over and with a face of perfect beauty, was beating Garon's back with just the right strength, giving the Dragon God a massage.
The captured elven demigods, at Garon's request, had their minds corrupted by the Immortal Dragon Queen.
Male elven demigods became guards of the divine realm.
Female elven demigods, while also guards, were also made into maidens by Garon.
Ahem, the purpose of doing this was mainly to punish former enemies, having demigod elves serve the Dragon God, which was a blatant humiliation for the demigod elves.
It was certainly not merely for enjoyment!
However, discovering that his main body was deeply engrossed in the Mechanist heritage while he himself lay in the temple enjoying the maidens' comfort, Garon felt somewhat guilty by comparison.
"I'm enjoying myself here, and my main body can sense it too."
"Um, consider it a relaxation for my main body."
Garon and God Garon, as one soul in two bodies, related as the main soul and a split soul.
As the main body, Garon could directly share the sensations of God Garon.
However, for God Garon as a split soul to share Garon's sensations, he needed Garon's permission.
After finding a reason for his own leisurely enjoyment, God Garon still felt guilty, so after some time, he waved his dragon claw and reluctantly dismissed the dragon maiden attendants and elven maidens.
Only the shameless Niconina stayed.
"There should be at least one dragon maiden attendant here to take care of you."
Niconina clung to God Garon's tail and refused to let go, speaking righteously.
Realizing that God Garon was not difficult to get along with, because he
was an old friend from the extreme northern ice fields and treated her well, the pampered crystal dragon gradually became bold, reducing the invisible barrier between her heart and God Garon and regaining her passionate and bold nature.
"How come I didn't know I couldn't take care of myself?"
God Garon flicked his tail and said to Niconina.
At the same time, a gentle force shook Niconina down to the golden floor of the divine temple, making her fall on her buttocks.
"I have serious matters to attend to."
Hearing God Garon's serious tone, Niconina, in human form, rubbed her bottom, pouted her lips, but did not disturb God Garon further and left the place.
Then.
God Garon stretched out his dragon claw, tracing patterns in the air.
His gaze also focused, his transcendent divine power bursting forth, interweaving into a net-like structure that slowly covered the surrounding space.
Garon was immersed in the Mechanist heritage.
God Garon began to create the Dragon Demon Net.
On both the Long Court plane and in the Eternal Divine Realm, the two great dragons were focused on their tasks.
The river of time flowed quietly, ceaselessly.
Until nearly three months later.
Two identical silver dragons opened their eyes at the same time.
"It's finally here."
God Garon muttered, then continued to close his eyes, focusing on studying the Dragon Demon Net and striving for his next divine position.
At the same time.
In the Eternal Hall on the Long Court plane.
The silver dragon in the Dragon Nest raised its head, looking towards the time river, which rippled and formed a vortex.
"Time Dragon Reversal."
"It's been over six years this time, quite late."
Garon stared at the vortex.
"It's time to pay back."
The silver dragon murmured, then focused his attention on the vortex formed by the Time Dragon Reversal, seeing the unfolding scene within.
Looking at the vision in his sight, the silver dragon was slightly taken aback.
In the view.
An area shrouded in darkness, filled with the aura of death, rose from the ground.
It blocked out the bright sunlight, covering a ten-thousand-mile area around it.
Zombies, skeletons, nightmares, vampires, and death knights roared within the domain of endless undead creatures, while a silver dragon, still a good distance from thirty meters in length, flapped its wings, followed by two red dragons and two five-colored dragons, one green and one black.
A lich, exuding a thick aura of death, was laughing madly.
Endless essence of flesh and soul power flew from all over the domain, converging towards the lich's body, continuously strengthening his presence. His skeleton-like, emaciated appearance was visibly becoming robust and strong.
This scene was all too familiar.
Due to the dragonkind's formidable memory, the events that had transpired on the Noah Continent were still vivid in his mind.
"Harlis."
"Interesting, this time it's me from a past timeline."
Garon stared at the time vortex, showing a curious expression, unhurried.
On the other side.
The young Garon, whose magical prowess was far from that of a legendary lich, passed through the domain of the undead but failed to break through, only to circle back from another direction.
Then several hot-tempered five-colored dragons attacked the legendary lich.
As expected, they were paralyzed by the touch of the lich and fell from the sky into the sea of undead.
Seeing no way out of the undead domain, the young Garon was forced into a battle with the powerful lich.
Hiding his time-stop ability as a trump card, the young Garon kept calling out to the watching Garon while deliberately flying towards Harlis. Getting close, he burst into acceleration, speeding towards the lich, hoping to envelop him in his time-stop domain.
Just like the first time.
As a legendary lich, the worldly-wise Harlis sensed the power of time and used a command spell to block the young Garon's approach.
Then, under Garon's calm observation, Harlis burst into ecstatic laughter.
The lich recognized the Time Dragon.
"My brilliance, my unparalleled talent!"
"If I can obtain the life essence and soul of the Time Dragon, the power of time will also be mine to command!"
"With my power, my wisdom, my means, even if the avatar of the Dragon God comes seeking revenge, I will kill without hesitation!"
"Once I fully grasp the power of time, I will, with the body of an immortal lich, rival the gods themselves!"
Garon vividly remembered.
The first time he heard Harlis's mad ranting, he had to admit, a trace of fear surged in the depths of his heart. But now, listening again, he only felt that the lich was utterly ignorant of the heavens and the earth, completely disregarding the dragon race.
"The future me, it's time
to take action."
The young Garon anxiously called through the Time Dragon Reversal.
Garon grinned, showing a smile, then rolled over to a more comfortable position, continuing to watch.
Quickly.
Harlis cast a ninth-circle spell, Command Death, hitting the young Garon.
The young Garon plummeted to the ground, creating a deep crater and crushing many undead around him into dust.
At this point, the young Garon had no strength left to resist.
"Jeez, I have to intervene so soon."
"Why can't you hold on a bit longer?"
Garon shook his head, standing up.
The power of time surged, flowing like a river into the time vortex, responding to the young Garon's call.
At the same time.
Although the young Garon was in bad shape, his face showed a relaxed expression. He just felt the intense pain throughout his body and started muttering curses.
As for what he was cursing about, Garon was well aware.
The Finger of Death!
Harlis stretched out his palm, and a pale finger detached itself, carrying a thick aura of death, moving as fast as lightning across the air, instantly covering a distance of a kilometer.
But just as the Finger of Death, which had almost touched the young Garon's forehead, froze in mid-air, unable to advance further.
The young Garon looked up at the sky.
A hundred-meter-long silver dragon, formed entirely of the power of time, emerged from the river of time, looking down at itself with lowered eyes.
The silver scales covering its body, the mysterious rings of black scales resembling a crown, the six horn-like dragon horns, and a pair of shining platinum dragon eyes.
"Is this, the future me?"
The young Garon was awed by Garon's majesty, harboring aspirations.
Garon looked down at the young Garon and mused, "Being critically injured and on the brink of death is a rare encounter for you and me. Take a good look at it."
"Such opportunities will only decrease with the passage of time."
After saying that.
Seeing the young Garon's wordless, slightly sullen expression, Garon experienced the feelings of the future Garon from before.
Why let the past self suffer before intervening?
Garon thought that, on one hand, it was to allow himself to grow better.
On the other hand, it was because it was fun.
Seeing the young Garon's confused and questioning gaze, Garon smiled faintly and said, "I know what you're thinking."
"Trust me, you'll understand my reasons later."
"Life is long and dull; you have to find some small pleasures."
The young Garon's face darkened even more.
Garon, watching the young Garon's expression, felt exceptionally pleased and amused.
Just as the future Garon had said, the past Garon's future is not set in stone; it's not destined to become what he saw.
For instance, the current Garon and the future Garon he had seen before had different abilities.
In the distance.
The lich, ignored by the two time dragons, looked very serious. After taking a deep breath, he began to overload himself with essence of flesh and soul power.
Garon casually cast a major revival spell, restoring the young Garon to his original state.
Then he looked towards Harlis.
Surrounded by endless deathly aura, Harlis's biological level climbed higher.
After completing the blood sacrifice divinity ritual, his biological level finally stabilized at forty. His presence was very unstable, but he indeed reached the threshold of a demigod in the primary material world.
At this moment, Harlis's complexion was ruddy, his body robust, and his features handsome.
Apart from a flicker of ghostly fire in his pupils, he looked completely different from a lich.
"Harlis, long time no see."
"This time, I'll kill you myself."
Garon looked at Harlis and spoke indifferently.
The lich and the young Garon were both slightly taken aback.
Harlis didn't understand what Garon meant.
The young Garon then confirmed that Garon was his future and began to doubt his life, feeling that his future was already set and seemingly meaningless.
Regarding this.
Garon thought of the words the future Garon had said to him.
It seemed like a legacy, as if it was the cycle of fate.
Garon looked at the young Garon and softly said, "The future is never set in stone."
"Your choices determine your future."
"Your current self still holds countless uncertainties."
Seeing the confusion in the young Garon's eyes dissipate, Garon shifted his gaze to the demigod lich.
Because of the overly urgent completion of the blood sacrifice divinity ritual, the lich's condition was very unstable, his expression changing continuously, holding his head, and muttering to himself.
However, as time passed, his condition gradually stabilized.
G
aron quietly waited, not taking advantage of Harlis's unclear state of mind.
For this lich, who had first inflicted serious damage on him and made him taste death, Garon did not want to kill him too simply.
During this time, the recovering young Garon went to battle the undead, obtaining the oath of allegiance from two high-ranking spellcasters. Under Garon's guidance, he used the name of the eternal and time dragon for the first time.
Before long.
The state of the demigod lich stabilized.
Harlis's gaze was gloomy as he looked up at the silver dragon.
"The life essence and souls of eight hundred thousand humans have converged within me."
"At this moment, I am just one step away from the body of a demigod lich!"
"Time Dragon, legendary dragonkind, what of it!"
Harlis had already reached the biological level of a demigod.
However, his state was now forcibly suppressed and still unstable.
Once he fully digests those essences of life and souls, he will become a true demigod creature.
Demigod.
This term, for the young Garon still on the Noah Continent, was already unattainably high and unimaginable.
But the boastful Harlis had no idea who the silver dragon in front of him really was.
If Harlis knew that during the War of Glory, Garon had either killed or captured demigods, he would definitely turn and run, daring not to resist at all.
Even proper demigods were no match for Garon.
This newly threshold-crossing, unstable lich, how could he possibly be an opponent?
But Harlis was unaware of this.
Because the area was filled with deathly aura, he felt the advantage was on his side.
Under Garon's calm gaze, he muttered a spell, and the undead creatures in the domain began to riot, converging into a several hundred-meter-tall giant undead, resembling a small mountain. Because it was composed of different undead creatures, different limbs were densely piled together, looking grotesque and terrifying.
Within the giant undead.
Harlis roared, "I will extract your soul and enslave your body!"
To this, Garon looked at the lich with pity.
"You know nothing of the power of time."
He said calmly.
The next moment.
The movement of the massive undead, much larger than the current Garon, began. With thunderous steps, it charged towards Garon with fierce momentum.
Garon remained unmoved.
Only, the boundless river of time began to converge.
The body of the silver dragon began to transform, swelling against the wind.
In just a blink of an eye, a creature over a kilometer long, its breath like thunder and carrying an abyss-like pressure, appeared within the domain of the undead.
The massive undead's imposing steps froze.
The young Garon's mouth fell open, staring unblinkingly at the godly giant Garon.
In the undead domain, all the surviving creatures with some intelligence looked up at the godly giant Garon in the sky, their faces stiff, almost suffocating.
Boom!
Garon slapped down.
The several hundred-meter-tall giant undead, in front of the godly giant Garon, was like a frail child, directly smashed to pieces.
Harlis felt as if he had been hit by a mountain, flying out from the scattered undead creatures in a parabolic trajectory, landing far away.
When he landed.
The body of the demigod lich was already a mangled mess, too gruesome to look at.
This one slap inflicted severe psychological damage on the demigod lich.
After being stunned for a few seconds, he became frantic again.
Any rational demigod would know they were no match for Garon, and fleeing immediately would be the wise choice.
"Haha, impossible, absolutely impossible, this is impossible!"
"Fate is on my side, I am destined to become an immortal deity, how could I possibly lose to you!"
"I, Harlis, do not want to die, no one can kill me."
Garon's gaze still carried a hint of pity.
This deeply wounded Harlis's pride.
"With my vitality, with all my magic power, with my soul, with my wisdom... I stake everything!"
In a roar of defiance and refusal to accept fate.
All the deathly aura in the domain converged.
At the same time, Harlis's fleshly body shriveled, and the vast magic power inside him rapidly depleted, transforming into numerous pitch-black runes dancing in the air.
Eventually, a pitch-black, night-like spear formed.
"Die for me!"
The nearly skeletal lich roared.
The spear shot out, piercing through space, aimed directly at Garon's head.
Time seemed to slow down.
Under the somewhat nervous gaze of the young Garon, the pitch-black spear touched Garon's body surface.
Then, like tofu hitting a steel barrier, it shattered into pieces.
The barrier of years flick
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