Chapter 374: Are There Living Beings in Ancient Babylonian Mythology?

The black dragon gnawing at the World Tree.

Even if Saito and his team understood nothing of Nidhogg, merely hearing that it gnawed the World Tree and that the Norse gods could do nothing to stop it was enough to grasp its power.

Without thinking, they turned to the land of ancient Babylonian mythology, where the black dragon, unable to break free from the earth to kill gods and demons, roared upward, shaking the ground, deathly qi surging like an endless black dragon.

The black dragon's twin dragon eyes were pitch black, like abyssal pools, filled with fury, savagery, and more.

It had lost all else, become merely a "tool" driven by slaughter, no longer the glorious being it once was.

Seeing this, Saito and his team sighed heavily.

Once the "Terrible Gnawer," the eater of the World Tree, now buried in this land of death, reduced to this state.

"What mistake did ancient Babylonian mythology make in that great war? Who killed Nidhogg?"

Professor Beishan murmured.

No one could answer his question.

They too wanted to know the answers to these questions.

Above the Earth's sky.

The god-demon that Nidhogg had targeted exhaled a breath of relief, yet still trembled with lingering dread—this proximity to death and despair shook them more than any previous encounter.

Immediately after.

The other immortal-demons and god-demons flew over, gazing across the land of ancient Babylonian mythology at Nidhogg, growing more terrified the longer they watched.

Though Takahashi and the others, as ordinary humans, might not fully sense Nidhogg's power, as god-demons they felt it with absolute clarity—this black dragon was the most terrifying entity they had ever seen, without exception.

Across their entire world, not a single being could rival Nidhogg in his current state.

"If we could subjugate this colossal dragon as a guardian beast, who could stand against our clan? Our clan would flourish for ten thousand eons."

One immortal-demon whispered, his greed unmasked.

This dragon's body was indestructible and immortal; if its current consciousness could be erased and it forged into a puppet, it would become an eternal engine, forever protecting their clan.

And its power was unmatched—the greatest in their world's history.

If they could obtain it, who would not ascend to the pinnacle of their world, a supremacy no other world could rival?

In the end, it remained only a thought.

The immortal-demons took no action, for though they were proud, they still possessed self-awareness.

Nidhogg was not a being they could confront.

The other gods, demons, and immortal-demons present felt the same—desiring Nidhogg, yet restrained by its overwhelming power, they chose to retreat.

But they did not leave.

They stood before the land of ancient Babylonian mythology, studying it intently.

By reading the memories of Earth's people, the gods, demons, and immortal-demons learned what ancient Babylonian mythology was.

It was one of the Four Great Ancient Civilizations of the Primordial Era, one of the Four Great Mythologies, its power supreme—even when besieged by other mythologies, it held its ground without significant loss.

Had the other Four Mythologies not joined the war, ancient Babylonian mythology might still have survived.

Through extracting the memories of Earth's people,

the gods, demons, and immortal-demons witnessed the past scenes that humans had seen when gazing upon the god Tsukuyomi's upper world.

So powerful.

To them, these were beings of legend—immortal deities of antiquity, all emerging to wage war, some falling, others locked in brutal combat.

When they saw the Yinglong appear, every god and demon trembled.

"This is the true Supreme Existence—not merely transcending life and death, but rising above them."

For a moment,

the gaze of all gods, demons, and immortal-demons fixed upon the land of ancient Babylonian mythology.

This was one of ancient Babylonian mythology's dominions—perhaps even a Primordial Realm—and within it might still lie the opportunities of ancient Babylonian mythology.

If they could obtain them, becoming immortals, founding lineages, achieving immortality would no longer be a fantasy.

Boom—

At that moment,

the rare birds, exotic beasts, and ferocious monsters surrounding the land of ancient Babylonian mythology—even the ancient Babylonian deities themselves—seemed mysteriously drawn by some unseen force, all heading toward a grand palace at the center of the land.

"ROAR!!"

Even Nidhogg roared, abandoning its attempt to kill the god-demon, and charged toward the center of the land.

A magnificent palace, taller than mountains, seemingly merging with the heavens, faintly revealing the forms of ancient mortals, deities, and auspicious beasts.

The next instant,

these apparitions, like a painting set ablaze, burst into deathly black qi.

A deafening roar of ancient demons erupted from the towering, primordial divine palace.

Boom—boom—boom.

The land of ancient Babylonian mythology, Earth, the endless starry sky, and the void all twisted and writhed together.

One roar shook heaven and earth.

One howl made the cosmos tremble.

All across the globe, the gods, demons, and immortal-demons paled; Ashiya Ushi and the others also turned grim, their eyes gleaming sharply.

"Someone's alive?!"

The Demon Lord gasped. The connection between the Void Demon Realm and the Primordial Realm had lasted so long that they knew the history of the Primordial Realm well—including ancient Babylonian mythology.

That roar was not caused by deathly qi—it came from something truly terrifying within the ancient divine palace.

Could ancient Babylonian mythology still have survivors?

Trapped within this land of ancient Babylonian mythology?

Could it be that the gods were not fighting over the land of ancient Babylonian mythology, but this survivor?

Or perhaps… the entity within is not from ancient Babylonian mythology—he is the truth behind why ancient Babylonian mythology was besieged.

Various speculations arose in their minds.

Then, under countless eyes, Nidhogg and the rare beasts and ancient Babylonian deities all entered the ancient temple.

Instantly, silence fell.

No more clamor, no more roars.

Time seemed to halt at this moment; everyone stared at the ancient temple, eager to know what was happening inside.

Yet there was no movement whatsoever.

Time dripped away, until one hour passed.

Boom!

The ancient temple finally stirred, as a bird with vibrant, dazzling wings yet shrouded in deathly aura flew out—each one dozens of meters long, its aura terrifying.

Especially one avian king, a full hundred meters long; though dead, it pulsed with five-colored divine light, its wings dazzlingly radiant, radiating a sacred presence.

For the first time, mortals and gods alike saw sacred energy emanating from this land of ancient Babylonian mythology, covered in deathly aura.

It let out a long cry; the sacred five-colored divine light receded inward, yet its own aura surged violently, blasting away the surrounding birds of prey and shaking the four directions.

"Were those the rare beasts from before?"

"Why… do I feel they've grown stronger? Am I imagining it?"

Soon, many dismissed the notion.

It was no illusion—these beasts of prey had indeed grown stronger.

Even the ancient Babylonian deities who had emerged shortly before had become slightly stronger.

Though their increase was minimal, it was undeniably a slight rise in power.

It was incredible.

In just one hour, how could their power have increased? They were gods and demons—not mere lifeforms of the Ninth Layer. Gaining power, even a fraction, was never that simple.

Roar!

A dragon's roar rose.

Nidhogg also burst out last, having stayed inside the longest.

And the moment it emerged, the world immediately knew.

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