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After being resurrected, the Right Dragon Envoy's aura became even stronger, with golden light lingering all over his body, like the incarnation of light descending into the world.

The Time God looked at the figure whose strength surpassed its own and murmured, "I didn't expect the legend about the Holy King Dragon to be true..."

The Holy King Dragon is an extremely special kind of dragon. Until now, only the legend of this dragon has been circulating on the mainland, and not many people believe that such a dragon species exists.

According to legend, the Holy King Dragon was born with a complete affinity for the element of light. He was born with immense power and was proficient in all kinds of light magic.

Among them is an extremely unreasonable ability, which says that the Holy King Dragon can become stronger in battle, and can even upgrade continuously under certain conditions.

Of course there is some exaggeration in this, but the God of Time has witnessed it.

By self-destructing his heart and committing suicide, he gained a brief boost after being reborn. So this is what they call the more you fight, the stronger you become... he concluded in his heart.

However, the current situation did not allow it to think too much, as the Right Dragon Envoy, whose strength had greatly increased, had already attacked with dazzling golden light!

The Messenger of Time moved the pendulum clock in his hand forward, and it immediately began to make regular ticking sounds.

At this moment, time completely slowed down.

Not only this space, but also the battlefield outside and the entire continent.

Powerful beings can naturally feel these different changes, but for those with insufficient perception, the world still appears normal to them.

The Right Dragon Envoy felt the insurmountable power, and the feeling of blockage was far beyond her imagination.

She had heard that as long as the messenger of the God of Time used the Pendulum of Laziness, the whole world would be under his control.

So this is what is called control.

Watching the figure with a cross on his head walking around the running pendulum clock and walking towards himself who was almost frozen step by step, You Longshi felt filled with unwillingness.

I originally thought that it was just an incarnation of a god's messenger. I possessed the Saint King Dragon's method to increase my strength, which was enough to easily defeat him, but this was the result.

I'm sorry, my Lord, I can't serve you anymore... she thought sadly in her heart.

Watching the Messenger of Time slowly taking off his cross head, it was like the front of judgment was covering it.

Everything seems to be destined.

However, for some reason, the Messenger of Time suddenly stopped his action, quickly put the cross head back on his neck, turned his head and looked at it immediately, and then made a sound of shock and anger:

"Don't touch the treasure given by my Lord!"

This sound lacked the calmness and composure that a messenger of God should have, and sounded like it came from a madman who had lost his mind.

The Right Dragon Envoy also followed the movements of the Time Envoy and looked behind him, and saw an incredible scene.

It was a pair of huge black-haired hands that stretched out from the endless distance, grabbing the lazy pendulum clock and moving it with difficulty in the direction from which the hands stretched out.

The Right Dragon Envoy reacted and realized that it was a law-based item that had been used by the gods. Once it entered the operating state, only the user could move its coordinates.

But no one knew where that big hand came from, but it could actually drag it to move.

The Messenger of Time reached out his hand like a madman to grab the Lazy Pendulum. As long as he could touch the pendulum, he would not be afraid of being taken away by any existence.

However, the owner of the big black-haired hand seemed to know this as well. He let go of the pendulum clock with one hand and slapped the Time Messenger who was rushing towards him away like slapping a mosquito.

Outside the space, on the red battlefield, time was still slowed down countless times, basically paused.

On this battlefield, a monster that covered the sky and the sun stood with its feet on each side of the warring armies. Golden liquid oozed out from its black fur. After leaving the surface of its body for a period of time, it was frozen in time and remained in the air.

This is a giant wolf monster that is three hundred meters tall, with its hands in front of it, reaching into the distorted air.

Glenn arrived here early after the abnormality occurred at this time. He was attracted by the props that could turn the world into this. He happened to find an opportunity, so he posted this scene.

In the space, the head of the cross-shaped messenger of the God of Time who was knocked away was almost twisted with anger.

To it, the prop of law bestowed upon it by the God of Time is the most important and sacred thing besides the God of Time. Anyone else who touches it will be cut into pieces.

What's more, being snatched away by an ugly black hand was simply an act that made it lose its mind.

Regardless of the losses, it launched attacks again and again, no longer as calm as before.

It was not easy for Glenn to seize this item. He transformed into level nine and used almost all his strength, but he could only barely move the pendulum. This was enough to show how precious this item was.

The other gods who were watching the show outside could no longer sit still. They were supposed to appear in the later stages, but the sudden appearance of the mythical creatures had completely ruined their plans. They had no choice but to help the God of Time take back the props at all costs.

That is something that even gods would care about. Once it is obtained by such an uncontrollable existence, there is no need to interfere with the resurrection of the dragon. It is better to collect all the clones and go back to escape in the starry sea with the original body.

Including the Messenger of Time, there are a total of four Messengers. All of them are clones, not their real bodies, but all of them are top-level level eight combat forces. When they attack together, the bloody battlefield changes color.

It was as if there was a gray filter that made everything dark.

Glenn felt a terrible force sweeping over him. Although it did not cause any harm to him, the battlefield and the soldiers beneath his feet would not be able to survive.

He gathered some of his strength and concentrated it on the reactor in his body, then fired out a devastating werewolf wave!

There was no suspense at all. The three gods' messengers who were enveloped in it, along with their attacks, were annihilated in this breath.

The terrifying breath pierced through the atmosphere of the bloody battlefield and turned into an explosion that illuminated the entire sky at an unknown distance!

The residual energy scattered was absorbed by this world.

Glenn slowly lowered his head, looking at the Time Messenger who was still trying to snatch away in the space, and spit out a much less powerful breath from his mouth like spitting, which penetrated the space barrier and directly destroyed the clone of the Time Messenger.

When the caster died, the pendulum stopped automatically, but it was still difficult to move.

Time flowed normally. The Right Dragon Envoy who had escaped from the obstruction staggered for a moment. After stabilizing his body, he immediately wanted to release the space and go outside to see what was going on.

But she tried several times and failed. After a brief analysis in her mind, she knew the reason: it was because of the lazy pendulum.

This oversized prop is like an indestructible nail, nailing down this space. Unless someone takes it away, this space will continue to exist.

However, this could not trap the Right Dragon Envoy. She cut a hole in her side and crawled out directly.

The opening closed quickly, and when he came outside, the Right Dragon Envoy's attention was immediately attracted by the most conspicuous presence at the scene.