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Chapter 1005
chapter 0419 part 2
For Tang Song, the Elder before him was an "acquaintance"! During the Blood Battle in Hell, he had seen Him from a distance once.
Only back then, "He" didn't look like this. The black-haired tall Elder walked out from the Space Gate, first sweeping His mental power over the Spaceship beneath His feet, then His gaze fixed on Tang Song.
He looked at the human before Him, whose aura was weak, His eyes full of suspicion:
"Human, I want to see the person behind the Blood Daoist~ Who are you?"
Tang Song put down the wine glass in his hand, extended his hand towards the Elder, and said, "Please sit. Yes, it was I who extended the invitation for you to be my guest here! By the way, should I address you as Níðhöggr or Archdemon Dragon!"
Upon hearing Tang Song's words, the black-haired Elder's eye suddenly turned into golden vertical pupils.
An incredibly powerful Dragon Might erupted from inside His body, pressing down towards Tang Song—
"Don't get worked up!" Tang Song waved his hand. The Dragon Might, nearly tangible and capable of rendering everyone on the entire Peak Spaceship unconscious, instantly vanished into nothingness.
Seeing this move casually revealed by this seemingly ordinary human, the Old Demon Dragon's expression instantly changed.
He walked directly to the sofa opposite Tang Song and sat down. As He sat, the four legs of the sofa let out a creaking sound, unable to bear the weight.
Seeing the sofa about to collapse, Tang Song, as the host, raised his hand. A mass of Azure Qi split into four bowl-sized Green Lotus flowers that rose from the four corners of the sofa, supporting it.
The Old Demon Dragon lowered His head and looked at the flowers formed by energy composition beneath His feet...
As one of the oldest Demonic Dragons in the Deep Abyss, although His human form body couldn't compare to His billion-ton Demonic Dragon True Body, it still weighed several hundred tons.
These inconspicuous flowers not only supported His weight but even protected this chair.
Moreover, with His experience, He couldn't tell how this human before Him had taken action.
This was clearly not any magic He knew...
"Red wine or tea!"
Tang Song smiled and asked for the Old Demon Dragon's opinion.
The Old Demon Dragon frowned, golden light flickering in His vertical pupils. That was a pupil spell capable of seeing through most magic disguises in this Universe...
"Human, how do you know the name Níðhöggr! What is your relationship with the Archdemon Blood God?"
"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Tang Song, Lord of the Heavenly Court. As for the Archdemon Blood God you mentioned, he is my subordinate! As for how I know your identity, it's also a coincidence. The Nine Realms are now also my Territory, so naturally, I need to understand the legend of the World-Destroying Dragon!"
Tang Song got up, took out a wine glass, and poured red wine for the Old Demon Dragon.
It must be said, the quality and vintage of the red wine from the High Evolutionary's collection were quite good.
————
In the tropical rainforest below the observation room, the High Evolutionary, whose spirit had suffered a severe injury and who had been stripped of his perception armor, heard the footsteps getting closer behind him and quickly sped up his pace, scrambling through the dense Jungle...
He was completely unaware that his sorry state was clearly seen by the two people at high altitude a thousand meters above, and that they were drinking his collected red wine while watching his pathetic figure...
—————
Níðhöggr, the Black Dragon from Norse Mythology who dwells at the root of Yggdrasil, the incarnation of despair and calamity.
According to the Norse Mythology epic, the Prose Edda, Yggdrasil, which supports the World, has three main root systems: one is rooted in Asgard, the realm of the gods; one is in Jotunheim, the land of the giants; and the last is in Niflheim, the realm of mist. The Black Dragon Níðhöggr lives at these roots, feeding on them.
Legend says that when the roots are completely gnawed away, Yggdrasil will wither, the World will face destruction, and Ragnarök will arrive. Everything will descend into chaos in despair, returning to the starting point, waiting for the next Creator God to be born and create the World anew.
When fighting against the Angelic Legion back then, Tang Song had once seen King Odin summon Yggdrasil from a distance to serve as a foothold for the Allied Forces.
However, Yggdrasil was not a Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures with a physical form as described in mythology; it was more like a materialized existence! Tang Song was therefore very curious: since Yggdrasil was not that kind of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, what kind of existence was this Black Dragon, said in legend to destroy the Nine Realms by feeding on Yggdrasil?
So, accompanied by Hela, Tang Song used the Gungnir left by Odin to summon Yggdrasil once again. And where were Yggdrasil's roots? They weren't in Asgard; the ethereal roots directly pierced into the Hell Dimension. "That's right, Níðhöggr is also me. However, regarding this identity, besides Bor, the previous God King of Asgard, you are the first to know this identity of mine!"
The Old Demon Dragon picked up the wine glass before Him, opened His mouth, and drained the red wine in the cup in one gulp, His face full of boldness. "Human, how about we form an alliance? Since the Blood Daoist is your subordinate, I believe in your strength. As the Lord of the Dragon Abyss, I rule six Abyss Worlds. My strength ranks among the top five even in the entire Deep Abyss. Plus Beelzebub,
If you join forces with us, the entire Great Abyssal World will be ours! We can nominate you to sit on Satan's throne!"
Tang Song clapped his hands and laughed. "Good idea. I naturally know my own strength. But what qualification do you and Beelzebub have to form an alliance with me? What gives you the right? Is it Beelzebub's reputation as the Prince of Flies, or your identity as the World-Destroying Dragon!"
Tang Song spread his hands and smiled, shaking his head at the Old Demon Dragon before him. "Reputation is something everyone praises each other for; it can't be taken seriously!
The Blood Daoist alone chased over a dozen of you Hell Lords away. Now you've come running to pledge allegiance. Just pledge allegiance, don't insist on calling it an alliance. That makes things difficult for me!"
A trace of dark golden radiance flickered in the depths of the Old Demon Dragon's eye. As an old relic who had lived for who knows how long, the Old Demon Dragon was not as arrogant and conceited as ordinary dragon race members. Facing Tang Song's merciless mockery, He forcefully suppressed the rage in His heart.
"Then how do you want us to prove that we have the qualification to form an alliance with you?"
(End of chapter)
For Tang Song, the Elder before him was an "acquaintance"! During the Blood Battle in Hell, he had seen Him from a distance once.
Only back then, "He" didn't look like this. The black-haired tall Elder walked out from the Space Gate, first sweeping His mental power over the Spaceship beneath His feet, then His gaze fixed on Tang Song.
He looked at the human before Him, whose aura was weak, His eyes full of suspicion:
"Human, I want to see the person behind the Blood Daoist~ Who are you?"
Tang Song put down the wine glass in his hand, extended his hand towards the Elder, and said, "Please sit. Yes, it was I who extended the invitation for you to be my guest here! By the way, should I address you as Níðhöggr or Archdemon Dragon!"
Upon hearing Tang Song's words, the black-haired Elder's eye suddenly turned into golden vertical pupils.
An incredibly powerful Dragon Might erupted from inside His body, pressing down towards Tang Song—
"Don't get worked up!" Tang Song waved his hand. The Dragon Might, nearly tangible and capable of rendering everyone on the entire Peak Spaceship unconscious, instantly vanished into nothingness.
Seeing this move casually revealed by this seemingly ordinary human, the Old Demon Dragon's expression instantly changed.
He walked directly to the sofa opposite Tang Song and sat down. As He sat, the four legs of the sofa let out a creaking sound, unable to bear the weight.
Seeing the sofa about to collapse, Tang Song, as the host, raised his hand. A mass of Azure Qi split into four bowl-sized Green Lotus flowers that rose from the four corners of the sofa, supporting it.
The Old Demon Dragon lowered His head and looked at the flowers formed by energy composition beneath His feet...
As one of the oldest Demonic Dragons in the Deep Abyss, although His human form body couldn't compare to His billion-ton Demonic Dragon True Body, it still weighed several hundred tons.
These inconspicuous flowers not only supported His weight but even protected this chair.
Moreover, with His experience, He couldn't tell how this human before Him had taken action.
This was clearly not any magic He knew...
"Red wine or tea!"
Tang Song smiled and asked for the Old Demon Dragon's opinion.
The Old Demon Dragon frowned, golden light flickering in His vertical pupils. That was a pupil spell capable of seeing through most magic disguises in this Universe...
"Human, how do you know the name Níðhöggr! What is your relationship with the Archdemon Blood God?"
"I forgot to introduce myself. I am Tang Song, Lord of the Heavenly Court. As for the Archdemon Blood God you mentioned, he is my subordinate! As for how I know your identity, it's also a coincidence. The Nine Realms are now also my Territory, so naturally, I need to understand the legend of the World-Destroying Dragon!"
Tang Song got up, took out a wine glass, and poured red wine for the Old Demon Dragon.
It must be said, the quality and vintage of the red wine from the High Evolutionary's collection were quite good.
————
In the tropical rainforest below the observation room, the High Evolutionary, whose spirit had suffered a severe injury and who had been stripped of his perception armor, heard the footsteps getting closer behind him and quickly sped up his pace, scrambling through the dense Jungle...
He was completely unaware that his sorry state was clearly seen by the two people at high altitude a thousand meters above, and that they were drinking his collected red wine while watching his pathetic figure...
—————
Níðhöggr, the Black Dragon from Norse Mythology who dwells at the root of Yggdrasil, the incarnation of despair and calamity.
According to the Norse Mythology epic, the Prose Edda, Yggdrasil, which supports the World, has three main root systems: one is rooted in Asgard, the realm of the gods; one is in Jotunheim, the land of the giants; and the last is in Niflheim, the realm of mist. The Black Dragon Níðhöggr lives at these roots, feeding on them.
Legend says that when the roots are completely gnawed away, Yggdrasil will wither, the World will face destruction, and Ragnarök will arrive. Everything will descend into chaos in despair, returning to the starting point, waiting for the next Creator God to be born and create the World anew.
When fighting against the Angelic Legion back then, Tang Song had once seen King Odin summon Yggdrasil from a distance to serve as a foothold for the Allied Forces.
However, Yggdrasil was not a Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures with a physical form as described in mythology; it was more like a materialized existence! Tang Song was therefore very curious: since Yggdrasil was not that kind of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, what kind of existence was this Black Dragon, said in legend to destroy the Nine Realms by feeding on Yggdrasil?
So, accompanied by Hela, Tang Song used the Gungnir left by Odin to summon Yggdrasil once again. And where were Yggdrasil's roots? They weren't in Asgard; the ethereal roots directly pierced into the Hell Dimension. "That's right, Níðhöggr is also me. However, regarding this identity, besides Bor, the previous God King of Asgard, you are the first to know this identity of mine!"
The Old Demon Dragon picked up the wine glass before Him, opened His mouth, and drained the red wine in the cup in one gulp, His face full of boldness. "Human, how about we form an alliance? Since the Blood Daoist is your subordinate, I believe in your strength. As the Lord of the Dragon Abyss, I rule six Abyss Worlds. My strength ranks among the top five even in the entire Deep Abyss. Plus Beelzebub,
If you join forces with us, the entire Great Abyssal World will be ours! We can nominate you to sit on Satan's throne!"
Tang Song clapped his hands and laughed. "Good idea. I naturally know my own strength. But what qualification do you and Beelzebub have to form an alliance with me? What gives you the right? Is it Beelzebub's reputation as the Prince of Flies, or your identity as the World-Destroying Dragon!"
Tang Song spread his hands and smiled, shaking his head at the Old Demon Dragon before him. "Reputation is something everyone praises each other for; it can't be taken seriously!
The Blood Daoist alone chased over a dozen of you Hell Lords away. Now you've come running to pledge allegiance. Just pledge allegiance, don't insist on calling it an alliance. That makes things difficult for me!"
A trace of dark golden radiance flickered in the depths of the Old Demon Dragon's eye. As an old relic who had lived for who knows how long, the Old Demon Dragon was not as arrogant and conceited as ordinary dragon race members. Facing Tang Song's merciless mockery, He forcefully suppressed the rage in His heart.
"Then how do you want us to prove that we have the qualification to form an alliance with you?"
(End of chapter)
