I, The Dragon Overlord Chapter 531

Published at 19th of April 2023 04:19:52 PM

Chapter 531
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In the cold lands of the northern main continent—

There was a village in a snow-capped land. Its denizens were a tough and hardy lot, each wearing the thick furs of hunted beasts as their clothing in the chilly climate.

There probably weren’t more than a thousand individuals in this settlement. And almost all of the people within it were half-bloods. A variety of features that would never manifest in pure-blooded humans could be seen in the population. Some folk bore traces of clear barbarian heritage in their genes, and others seemed to harken to some kind of snow cyclopean ancestry.

In these snowy plains lived the cruel snow cyclops. These humanoid monsters were brutal and loved to hunt humans to sate their desires for sport, food, and lust

Reproductive isolation was very rare in the world of San Soliel, and almost any interracial creature could be born. This village was a haven for the crossbreeds between humans and cyclopses.

These people could not live in a human society not only because of their strange appearances but also because of the snow cyclop's blood in their bloodlines.

The northern snowfields were sparsely populated but also rich in various species of creatures. These villagers rely on hunting for a living. The furs, frozen meat, and other items their village produced were used for trading with nearby cities. They would usually send humans with less shocking appearances to trade in the cities nearby.

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For hundreds of years, this land of mixed blood had this kind of lifestyle.

The God of Strategy Anhur was born and grew up here. He was a gifted person who achieved the position of demigod hundreds of years ago. After becoming a demigod, he did not leave his hometown but instead became its guardian. With his strength and wisdom, he protected his people from the monsters nearby. Due to his protection, the village had grown from a few hundred to thousands of people.

As a result of all this, Anhur was worshiped by the people in the village. Although the people here were few, they were all devout believers. With the faith of these people, Anhur was able to ascend as a god and became the God of Strategy. At the same time, he established his own church, allowing the northern tribe to expand its territory and have larger space for activities.

The houses in the village were all very small, but there was one house alone that was three stories high, and that was Anhur’s temple.

His priests gathered in the temple every night in devotional prayer and Anhur bestowed them the power to fight against those dangerous monsters.

Once again today, Anhur’s followers prayed led by an elderly priest who was the Pope of Anhur’s church.

Suddenly, the holy light coming from Anhur’s statue dimmed. A crack suddenly appeared on the statue and quickly spread to the whole body. In an instant, the statute crumbled into pieces.

The priests and believers were all stunned as they watched this blasphemous scene. They panicked and lowered their heads to continue praying, wanting to ask their god of what had happened.

But this time, their revered god did not give them any response, as if that god had disappeared.

The old pope’s shining eyes gradually dulled. He steered up at the open dome of the temple with wide and confused eyes, and he saw a star fall down.

The fire of life in his being gradually extinguished as he let out a last hoarse and crying voice that echoed in the church, “Our God has fallen!”

……

In a cold, dark cyclops den a hundred kilometers away from this human village, a sorcerer who was revered among the cyclops suddenly jumped up and shouted, “The evil god has fallen! It was a great dragon who wiped it out. Children! Hurry up and get ready to come with me to drive those swine out of our homes!”

This cyclops sorcerer was a demigod-level powerhouse and also the king of the cyclops in the northern snowfields. In the past, he had confronted Anhur when they were both demigods and the two were able to remain balanced. When Anhur had ascended as a god, the scales had been tipped and the cyclops were driven out of their homes to live in other places.

Now, with the fall of Anhur, the cyclops could return to their territory and resume their brutal rule.

“Men, quickly set all those dragon children free. In the future, don’t capture any white dragons in the snowfields!” The cyclops sorcerer commanded the tribe.

In one corner of the village were several pitiful young dragons bound in chains. These young dragons were white dragons living in the northern snowfields, but they had been captured by the cyclops as slaves and pets.

Dragons were very weak in their infancy and were easily caught by strong beings. Even juvenile and adult dragons would absolutely flee when facing a horde of hundreds of cyclops that were not afraid of death. This was even more pronounced when there was a demigod-level existence who ruled over the tribe. An average dragon that had normal thinking would never mess with them.

Because of this, these cyclops would often go to catch white dragon children, and the parents of these children would not dare come to retrieve their children. After all, among dragons, the white dragon was considered the weakest. Against demigods, they simply had no chance of winning.

The cyclops obeyed their king’s command, released the white dragons, and watched them flee in panic. Then they went to prepare their weapons, ready to follow their ruler to reclaim their territory.

……

A few seconds after Anhur fell, in the Astral Realm, the God of War Marzalis watched dumbfounded as a star fell from the main continent to the Astral Realm. He looked blankly as the incarnation of his subordinate god disappeared and also sensed that Anhur’s true body had died.

At the same moment, all the true gods were able to sense the fall of the God of Strategies. In only a decade or so into the new calendar of San Soliel, a god had lost his immortality, and it was Louie Galakrond, the God of Dragons, who caused it all!

What’s even more horrifying was that no one could understand how Louie bent the rules of a divine kingdom. Moreover, he deceived the God of War and entered Valhalla with his true body to kill the God of Strategy in an instant.

A god’s divine kingdom was considered the safest fortress for the gods, but Louie was able to enter it like no one’s business. What’s more, the Dragon God even dared to let his true body with godhood of level 12 enter. He definitely did this suicidal act with some kind of guarantee.

In an instant, the gods shuddered in fear for this ruthless and crazy Dragon God who dared expose his true body. At the same time, they felt sincere awe, especially those weaker gods. Still, they trembled when they found out that their divine kingdoms were not as safe as they imagined.

Now that Louie was a mid-tier god, he could kill weak gods in an instant and once he reached high-tier, every low-tier god would be powerless in front of him.

For now, as long as no one solved the mystery of how Louie evaded the rules of the divine kingdom, he would always be considered the most dangerous god.

Some of the human gods who did not make things difficult for Louie were thankful, while those who called out to him all shut their mouths. Some even began to consider welcoming Louie into the human divine system and finding a chance to apologize.

At this time, the Goddess of Morning Lorentia smiled bitterly. She knew that there was no more room for compromise between herself and Marzalis. This was because the God of Strategy Anhur had fallen due to her intervention by fighting the God of War with her all. This would not only make the god of War hate her but also make him suspect that she was in cahoots with Louie since the beginning.

The Goddess of Morning glanced at Louie’s incarnation, knowing that he must have planned everything and forcibly tied her to his chariot to go against the God of War. However, knowing this meant nothing, she could not make any excuses because the fall of the God of Strategy was already an established fact. If she spoke to explain that she had nothing to do with this, it would make her look weak.

The Goddess of Justice might be soft in appearance, but by nature, she was intolerant, headstrong, and haughty.

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