Chapter 761 Who Says That It Can’t Kill the Enemy Because It’s Fake?

It wasn’t surprising for a dragon to assume the shape of a human.

Almost every adult dragon was capable of doing that.

Some dragons with extraordinary talent, such as Schuck’s mount Margret, could do that when they were still little.

Therefore, it wasn’t too shocking that two white dragons assumed the shape of human beings.

However, what was weird was the piece of meat that they were paying tribute to.

Also, the meat was shivering and faintly pulsing like a heart.

The two white dragons were still praying on their knees.

Thanks to Language Proficiency, Roland was able to understand their prayer.

“Great and ancient Almighty Abak, we’ve found what you asked for and we’re about to sacrifice it to you. Please arrive in this world and grant us unparalleled power.”

They kept reciting the prayer.

Roland turned around and asked Futi who was still standing, “Have you ever heard of a god named Abak?”

There were a lot of Evil Gods in this world, but most were blocked from the main plane. After all, the Lawful gods and goddesses were very strong

After a brief shock, Futi said, “Abak is an Evil God from the Astral Plane responsible for jealousy and brutalization. Of course, many other Evil Gods are his competitors and hold different proportions of the Divine Spark.”

“Why is the Divine Spark separated into so many pieces?”

“It’s said that it was torn apart by the Life Goddess and the Nether God.” Futi was more than two hundred years old. Although she wasn’t a book collector like Roland was, she was aware of some knowledge that few people possessed. “A Divine Spark cannot be destroyed, therefore the Lawful gods and goddesses cut the Divine Sparks of the Evil Gods they killed into several pieces, so that several more Evil Gods of different levels are created. In order to combine the Destruction, those Evil Gods are bound to fight one another, and they’ll all be weakened.”

That did make sense!

Roland didn’t know that the Life Goddess was much more sophisticated than she appeared.

It was her who gave the spatial coordinates of the Evil God to him too!

Why did he not think that it was the Nether God’s idea?

Roland had always thought that the Nether God was just a silly woman who pretended to be cold.

Roland pondered for a moment and then paid attention to the two dragons who were having a ritual.

Under normal circumstances, Roland would’ve stopped the white dragons’ ritual.

After all, an Evil God would cause great damage after arriving at the main plane.

However, after reading the journal that Mordenkainen left, Roland wouldn’t do that again.

At this moment, the floating city had to be upgraded, and according to Mordenkainen, it required the Divine Spark energy. However, the floating city hadn’t been fully constructed yet. Many functional buildings hadn’t been added.

The defensive barriers hadn’t been set up yet either.

If he recklessly flew the floating city to the Astral Plane, it would be destroyed by the worms or the Evil Gods.

However, the case would be different if an Evil God came to the main plane.

There were rules of suppression in the main plane.

Any god or goddess would be weakened after they arrived here.

The fact that the elven goddess was almost killed was a perfect example.

So, Roland waited for the two white dragons to summon the Evil God.

He even flew the floating city higher so that the two white dragons wouldn’t spot it.

The ritual continued. Roland had the magic spiders construct a magic array that didn’t have magic power reactions.

Seeing that Roland was absolutely still, Futi couldn’t help but ask, “Do you want me to go down and beat up the white dragons?”.

Roland said with a smile, “Are you confident in defeating them?” Judging from magic power capacity, the white dragons were only slightly weaker than Futi. She could beat either of them, but not both of them at the same time.

Futi said with a smile, “You’re here for me, aren’t you?”

Roland waved his hand. “Don’t be hasty.”

Time went by one second after another.

As the ritual went on, the meat on the altar turned into a red energy ball and gradually shrank.

Then, a black spatial crevice appeared above the altar, growing wider and wider. Soon, a pair of fair, beautiful hands further opened the gap, allowing a body to crawl through.

The owner of the hands turned out to be a handsome young human, but the evilness on his face ruined his charisma.

Upon seeing him, the two white dragons shivered in excitement.

Then, they ducked their heads even lower.

At this moment, Futi felt chilled all over.

Unlike Roland, she didn’t have magic spiders for reconnaissance over a long distance.

However, she could also sense the foul power that emerged out of nowhere.

“An Evil God has jumped into the main plane?” She seemed quite shocked.

It was the first time in two hundred years that an Evil God teleported to the main plane from the Astral Plane.

“What’s he doing here?” Futi gnashed her teeth. “Mr. Roland, we should retreat first and ask for the help of my chief and the chiefs of other dragon clans.”

“That’s unnecessary.” Roland continued controlling the magic spiders to draw circuits for the magic array. Fortunately, he had dropped enough magic spiders earlier. “Wait for a moment. You’ll fly down and attack them when I tell you to.”

“But…”

Futi was slightly worried.

Was Roland trying to get her killed?

Her doubt was understandable. After all, even a primordial dragon would’ve wavered before fighting an Evil God.

She was a silver dragon who just reached adulthood. How could she possibly fight an Evil God and two white dragons?

However, Roland didn’t seem to be kidding at all.

She hesitated for a moment and gritted her teeth, deciding to take her chances. After all, all the silver dragons believed that Roland was a good guy with their talent.

A good guy shouldn’t be sending her to her death.

Down below, the young man sat down on the altar and crossed his legs, before he said with a smile, “If you can find more similar meat, I’ll give you greater rewards. Now…”

As he talked, he waved his hands.

Two streaks of light darted into the bodies of the brawny men.

“I bestow the power of jealousy upon you. The more jealous of someone you are, the stronger you’ll become.”

The two brawny men stood up in delight.

“Then, find better items for me,” said the young man with a smile. “Right, collect intelligence on a Golden Son named Roland in the human world, and bring his family or friends to me if possible to introduce them to

me.”

The two men bowed excitedly.

For them, it wasn’t hard to capture a human being at all. The young man stood up from the altar and was about to leave, when he remarked in surprise, “Weird. Why are the magic power currents so noisy?”

The Evil God was much stronger than the white dragon anyway.

Roland had optimized his magic spiders to the extent that they barely released any magic waves, but the Evil God still detected them.

Fortunately, the circuits for the magic array had already been completed.

Roland, who had been observing them via the magic spiders, simply activated the magic array. It was Imprisonment.

It could be used to confine an enemy or for self-defense, depending on the circumstances.

A blue magic barrier rose to the sky and soon expanded into a gigantic round dome that enshrouded the place like an upside-down pot lid.

The two white dragons were both greatly shocked.

The Evil God stared at the two white dragons and roared, “You dare to betray me?”

“No, no, absolutely not. Esteemed Abak, we aren’t the cause of this. We never betrayed you.”

One of the men shouted in a hurry, and the other man nodded quickly.

“If it’s not you… who’s scheming against me?” Abak suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. Then, his pupils contracted as he saw the enormous floating city descending from the blue sky.

“Good. Very good. It’s you, Roland.” The young Evil God snorted.

He extended his right hand, and a thick pillar of black light, mixed with some lightning, struck the blue barrier in front of his eyes.

The two different kinds of magic power collided, and the black light blew back the trees.

However, the barriers only shivered for a moment and didn’t seem to be affected at all.

The young Evil God’s facial expression changed.

“You’re so strong?”

When he spoke, he sensed the enormous concentration of energy in the sky. He raised his head, only to see a great blue ball of light next to the floating city.

“Damn it!”

The young Evil God raised both of his hands and established a black magic shield.

Then, the enormous blue magic ball smashed down.

The ball was so fast that it quickly penetrated the blue barrier and collided with the black shield.

After throwing the blue ball down, Roland shouted, “Now is the time! Futi, go down and beat up anyone that dares to resist.”

Futi instantly swooped down as a gigantic silver dragon.

At this moment, the collision of the blue fireball and the black magic shield had caused a huge explosion.

However, the energy and light unleashed by the explosion shrank quickly, as if time had been reversed.

Futi knew that it wasn’t a reverse of time, but that the magic energy was being swallowed by something.

Unfortunately for them, the explosion expanded again in the middle of shrinking.

However, the power of the explosion had dwindled.

A strong wind swept out with explosive energy, causing a tsunami of flames that looked like red donuts to spread quickly.

The flames stopped after moving for several dozen meters.

At this moment, Futi had already covered half of the distance and was about to land.

Then, she saw two blackened dragons fleeing from the center of the explosion.

“White dragons, die!”

Although they had been singed, Futi still detected that they were the same white dragons based on their magic power.

She lunged at them without hesitation and bit the neck of one of the white dragons.

The silver dragons were the fastest dragons.

Also, the two white dragons had been wounded, so she easily caught one of the m after accelerating.

Then, she extended her claws to the dragon’s neck and twisted his head.

After a crack, the dragon’s head was turned 180 degrees. At the same time, the white dragon’s eyes turned gray. The other blackened dragon bellowed, “Big brother… How dare you, bitch!” Futi dropped the white dragon that was almost fully dead and dashed to the other white dragon. In the meantime, the young Evil God coughed on the blackened altar and slowly stood up.

“How did this happen!”

He was baffled. Why was he caught by Roland, the enemy that he wanted to deal with, the moment he showed up?

Had the guy predicted the danger with powers of prophecy?

That was impossible. Considering the negative side effect of prophecy, if Roland had predicted his arrival, something very unlucky would’ve happened to him due to the counterforce.

He was a god anyway.

He was truly confused.

He was about to leave, when a human being suddenly appeared in front of him.

On a closer look, he was none other than Roland.

Then, Roland snapped his fingers, and countless transparent chains darted out of the void into the soil.

They were Dimensional Anchors.

The young Evil God snorted and waved his right hand, cutting all the transparent chains. “You really think you’re Mystra, and the Dimensional Anchors you make can lock down a god?” said the young Evil God mockingly. “How arrogant are you?” Ignoring his sarcasm, Roland said, “I’ve seen your eyes. When I built the floating city, it was you who said that you would ask the other gods to come down and deal with me.”

“You have an excellent memory.”

The Evil God smiled.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly emerged behind Roland and pierced Roland through.

The shadow gradually became real, and it was exactly the Evil God Abak. The Abak on the altar gradually turned transparent.

It was a classic Evil God behavior to ambush in the middle of a conversation.

“I didn’t expect that it would be so easy to kill you…” Abak, who retained the stabbing gesture, smiled gloatingly. Then, his smile froze as Roland was turned transparent.

“It’s just a mirror spell. I know that too.” Roland appeared on Abak’s right side. Then, more Rolands appeared and soon surrounded the guy. “Which of us do you think is real?”

When dozens of Rolands spoke at the same time, their voices echoed and sounded rather intimidating.

“None.” Abak looked around and smiled. “They’re all illusions. Where are you hiding, coward?”

“Really?”

All the Rolands raised their finger at him.

Then, Prismatic Spray appeared on the fingertip of every Roland.

“They’re just illusions…” Abak’s face changed greatly. “Wait, they’re all real…”

Roland was fake, but the Prismatic Spray was real.

It was the dual generation of magic… Those shadows could cast spells too. After all, they were made with magic in the first place. All Roland had to do was to set a timer in advance. Of course, it was easier said than done.

At least thirty gigantic Prismatic Sprays were launched at Abak with long tails of flames behind them like comets.

It was too fast and too sudden.

He wanted to dodge, but there was no time.

Then, it was as if countless fireworks were blossoming where Abak was standing.

The explosion caused by every Prismatic Spray was a storm of fire.

Along with the deafening explosions, it felt like a festival.

However, the Prismatic Spray was much more powerful than fireworks. The blast caused by the explosion trembled the land, making the two fighting dragons feel that their ears were ringing. However, Futi was in a better condition and recovered faster. She bit the enemy while he was still dizzy and broke his neck as she did to the first white dragon.

Then, she turned into a human and landed, breathing hard.

She saw Roland on the altar with a bright yellow ball in his hand.

She felt enormous energy, and something that could shock everybody’s soul.

She craved the tiny ball of light from the bottom of her heart.

Her instincts as a living creature told her that she could evolve into a higher being after she received the light ball, because it was a Divine Spark piece.