I became the Great Old One

"Master, have you seen it?"

The aura on Achilles was as weak as a candle, and it looked like he might lose his life completely at any time.

He stuck the dragon-slaying sword into the ground, his tall body crumbling.

Human soldiers surrounded him, but no one dared to approach. Achilles just glanced around casually, with disdain in his red pupils.

The soldiers were frightened by the fierce warrior.

The body retreated uncontrollably.

The Dragonborn soldiers were inspired. They cheered and roared, shouting Achilles's name. The overlapping cheers gathered together like waves sweeping over them.

With the fall of Ares.

The situation on the battlefield was instantly reversed, and the remaining dragonborn soldiers began to launch a counterattack.

After a whole night of fighting, the Dragonborn had suffered heavy casualties. At this time, the number of remaining soldiers was less than one-third of the human coalition, and almost every Dragonborn had some kind of injury on his body.

But even so.

The aura they exude is far more powerful than that of their enemies.

Almost as soon as they came into contact, the human coalition forces began to collapse, and then plummeted thousands of miles away. ,

But behind the human soldiers is the rapid Othebes River. This ancient river that gave birth to countless civilizations is several kilometers wide, and the other side cannot be seen at a glance.

It was originally the mother river that protected human city-states.

At this time, it turned into an insurmountable chasm, and countless human soldiers were forced to push and jump into the rushing river, and then disappeared.

The battlefield was a mess.

The cheers and cries were deafening.

But these things have nothing to do with Achilles. A severe dizziness appeared in his brain.

The senses of vision, hearing, and smell seemed to be constantly being stripped away, and the space in front of him was cracking like a kaleidoscope, with many crimson light curtains appearing. The warp called to him.

Achilles already knew that his death was coming.

Before coming to this continent, the omen of death had already appeared in his super sense.

Now that it has become a reality, Achilles does not feel sad. Since he found the goal of his life, he is no longer afraid of death. He is just afraid that when death comes, he will not complete his revenge.

And now...

"Everything is over, and I can sleep peacefully." Achilles thought to himself, with a smile on his lips.

Wow!

The sound of the flapping wings of an eagle echoed across the battlefield.

In the bright light, a figure as holy as the sun walked out. She has long golden hair, angelic white wings, and a long bow of yarnan wood in her hand.

"You are Apollo, the sun god."

Achilles' vision was a little blurry, but he still recognized the person. He said: "I once saw your sculptures in the temple, but I have destroyed those sculptures."

"There can only be one god in the world, and that is the Primeval Fire."

"Your faith and perseverance move me, mighty warrior." Apollo has power that is not inferior to Ares, but this god who loves music and art has a much better temper than Ares.

He said: "It's a pity that I have to end your life with my own hands."

With that said, Apollo raised the long bow in his hand. He bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and aimed the shining arrow between Achilles' eyebrows.

"I'm already so weak, don't you dare to step forward with a sword in hand?" Achilles looked at Apollo's vigilant look and said disdainfully: "Coward!"

Apollo's face turned a little ugly.

He took a deep breath, spread his long and powerful fingers, and shot the arrow out of the air.

Achilles stared at the flying arrows without fear, with a relieved expression on his face, looking directly at the impending death.

But what surprised him was.

Death has not come.

Click!

The arrow spinning at high speed was caught by a big, generous and powerful hand.

Achilles looked along his arm, and surging emotions were accumulating in his warrior's chest like a torrent. He could hardly control his tears falling from his bloodshot eyes.

"Master..."

Appearing in front of Achilles, the person who blocked the arrow for him was the dragon-born hero, Dones, the original seeker.

At this time, Dones was far taller than Achilles remembered. He was covered in dark red armor, and two bat-like black wings extended from his back.

Sharp bone spurs extend outward from the joint gaps, and the exposed skin is also covered with dark red scales.

His whole body was muscular, and a breath as hot as lava emanated from his body.

This is the Dragonborn Angel.

After thousands of years of gestation, the first batch of angels finally hatched from the subspace.

Dones' own spiritual power is strong enough. He was able to access the power of subspace when he was alive, and he was carefully taken care of by the Quetzalcoatl after his death.

Therefore, in just a few decades, he was able to complete his new life in subspace.

He was born as an angel together with the other ancient dragon warriors.

Although they are called angels, according to Su Heng's perception, these dragon souls transformed by the power of the warp are actually more like demons. They have strong physiques and strength, and it is difficult to be completely killed. Their emotions and ways of thinking are also affected by the power of the warp and become extreme. Even though they have memories of their previous lives to guarantee their loyalty, they are actually two completely different individuals.

However, some of Donis' emotions were still preserved with the help of Quetzalcoatl.

He looked at his disciple with a confused look in his eyes.

"Achilles..." In the end, the familiar emotion briefly appeared in his consciousness. Although it was only a short moment, it still made Donis smile.

"You did a good job, I am proud of you."

"That's great..."

Achilles closed his eyes, and his tall body fell backwards, making a loud noise like a mountain collision, and the entire battlefield seemed to be shaken by this power.

Donies was the first to come out of the warp, followed by Adam, Kosvo, Nidalen... those ancient heroes who had left a strong mark in the history of the Dragonborn appeared one after another.

Their attire was roughly the same as Donies.

The only difference was that the expressions on the faces of these reborn angels were grim, with only pure desire to kill, and they did not show rich emotions like Donies.

There were hundreds of angels appearing above the battlefield, and the powerful aura was overwhelming and rolling.

At the end of these angels, the goddess Ergani and the feathered serpent Quetzal also stepped out of the warp slowly on thunder and flames, and the final decisive battle began.