Chapter 564: Bronze Dragon?

Sunlight bathed Li Ang, blinding those who looked upon him.

But Serasaelbeth could see every hair on his body and his icy-smiling face with perfect clarity through her electronic eyes.

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Without the slightest hesitation, the evil god immediately moved to attack.

In an instant, countless cluster missiles tore through the clouds and rained down.

Their blazing trails stained the sky crimson, and the deafening roar made even space tremble.

Yet this terrifying firepower, capable of wiping a planet's surface clean, was aimed solely at one man.

Boom—boom—boom—!

Flames erupted skyward, explosions ripped through the air, and the shockwaves became violent hurricanes sweeping in all directions.

The fierce wind pressure swept across the land, lifting dust and debris, forcing trees all around to bow low.

Seeing this, Serasaelbeth's electronic eyes narrowed slightly as she meticulously gathered data from the explosion's center.

Unlike the other two evil gods, her one-on-one combat ability was not strong; she excelled instead in saturation bombardment.

Thus, in past wars against the good gods, though her strength fell short of Melvazoya's, she could still play a greater role.

Of course, this assumed Melvazoya could use his immortality—if he lost that ability, his power was less than Serasaelbeth's.

After gathering minimal intelligence, the evil god immediately prepared to repeat her old trick and flee.

There were several other bases designed for escape; she had no reason to waste time confronting that dangerous being overhead.

Serasaelbeth didn't believe this level of attack could harm the being above—but as a delay tactic, it should suffice.

She was indeed extremely cautious, yet she had overestimated her own strength.

With Li Ang's current power, these missiles couldn't even obstruct his vision, let alone harm him.

Seeing the evil god below attempt to flee again, his expression remained utterly unchanged.

From the moment he saw Serasaelbeth through the Great Luo Insight, she had no possibility of escape.

Before Serasaelbeth could activate her space-distortion device, a faint blue-glowing Bagua array had already sealed off all surrounding space.

Seeing the expected space corridor fail to form, the mechanical deity's electronic eyes flashed wildly.

She couldn't fight, couldn't flee, and it seemed the opponent had no need for mechanical life's allegiance—Serasaelbeth was filled with utter despair.

As she prepared to fight to the death, the invisible flames of Heaven and Earth as Furnace began gradually softening her body.

Sensing her outer armor's protective capacity weakening, Serasaelbeth manipulated her vocal organ to speak in broken bursts: "Don't think those bitches are anything good."

Yet hearing her words, Li Ang merely sneered: "Boring provocation."

Leaving aside whether the Breast Goddesses had ulterior motives, he wouldn't remain in the Demon High School world much longer—whatever happened next had nothing to do with him.

Seeing Li Ang unmoved by her words, Serasaelbeth's face twisted with bitter hatred: "I'll wait—"

"Noisy."

Before she could finish, Li Ang used Sword Control to rip out her core chip with brute force.

Watching the chip float before him, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

This was one reason he'd come to the EXE world—without effort, he gained two powerful mechanical lives; such deals were rarely found elsewhere.

At that moment, the Breast Goddess arrived with a group of good gods.

Seeing the cratered ground and the crashed base ship, the Breast Goddess asked instinctively: "Where's Serasaelbeth?"

"I dealt with her."

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Though the Breast Goddess had suspected as much, hearing it confirmed still filled her with a sense of unreality.

It wasn't doubt in Li Ang—it was that a war lasting countless years had ended so suddenly, making everything feel like a dream.

She had never even dreamed of such a thing.

Regalzeva, Melvazoya, Serasaelbeth.

These three evil gods, who had once brought great calamity to this world, had all perished within less than a month.

'It's been no easy thing.'

Thinking this, the Breast Goddess felt her eyes grow damp.

But crying now would ruin the mood; she took a deep breath, forced her emotions under control, then bowed deeply to Li Ang and shouted: "We will never forget your grace! Next, please attend the banquet we've prepared!"

She raised her head weakly and asked: "You still have some time, don't you?"

Hearing this, Li Ang gave a slight nod.

He had three days left before returning to his home universe—plenty of time to accept the good gods' hospitality.

Besides, he'd already stripped DXD world bare; even if he didn't stay in EXE world, he couldn't return.

Seeing this, the Breast Goddess's face lit up with a smile, and she turned to her companions: "Hurry back and prepare—don't keep His Excellency waiting."

"Yes!"

……

In the cold void of space, a massive planet shaped like a dragon's head slowly orbited an orange-yellow star.

A colossal dragon, its scales shimmering with seven-colored radiance, descended through the clouds and landed gently on the ground.

Around it, many dragons flew toward space, their shoulders bearing backpacks marked "Aio Logistics."

Watching this bustling scene, the seven-colored dragon couldn't help but sigh.

'The headquarters is still so lively.'

As he thought this, a voice suddenly sounded beside him: "Ces. I've told you countless times—when returning to headquarters, don't use this form."

"Look how many dragons have had accidents because of you."

The speaker was a dragon with emerald-green scales, glaring disapprovingly at the seven-colored dragon before him.

Upon hearing this, Seths immediately transformed into human form, a hint of awkwardness crossing his face: "It's been so long since I've returned to headquarters that I'd completely forgotten about this."

"..." The Emerald Dragon let out a somewhat helpless sigh, then flicked his tail and said, "Come with me. The lords have all been waiting for you."

"I just didn't expect that after so many years apart, your nerve has grown big enough to dare get involved in matters concerning the Federation and Immortal Evolution?"

Facing his old friend's teasing, Seths also sighed: "What could I do? Sophia was within Federation territory at the time — I couldn't just leave her be, could I?"

"Besides, there was a little dragon whelp over there I had high hopes for, so this old bag of bones just had to work a bit harder."

Hearing this, the Emerald Dragon cast a sidelong glance at the person beside him, a flicker of curiosity surfacing in his eyes: "I heard that little fellow is the husband you chose for Sophia. Is that true?"

"That depends on them." Seths gave a slight shake of his head, offering no definitive answer. "Besides, that isn't why I was willing to help that little fellow."

"Before Chimera had seen him, you would never have imagined that a dragon with such terrifying talent could exist in this world."

With just those few words, the curiosity of the Emerald Dragon named "Chimera" was thoroughly piqued.

After all, for his old friend to praise him so highly, that little dragon whelp must certainly possess something extraordinary compared to ordinary dragons.

Thinking this, he could not help but ask, "Speaking of which, what dragon breed is that little fellow? A Gem Dragon like you?"

"No, based on my observation, he should be a Bronze Dragon?"

At this point, Seths was also somewhat uncertain for a moment.

Seeing him like this, Chimera could not help but complain, "You're getting more backward the longer you live — you can't even tell a dragon breed apart anymore?"

"... Wait until he comes and you can see for yourself."

Seths twitched the corners of his mouth. To be honest, being able to tell that the little fellow belonged to the Bronze Dragon lineage was already quite an accomplishment, since the aura about him was truly far too muddled.

But although he was a Bronze Dragon, the aura seemed somehow not quite right either. In the end, however, Seths attributed all these anomalies to the other being a special-variant dragon.

As they talked, the man and the dragon arrived before a colossal nest that soared into the clouds.

Gazing at the nest before him, cast entirely of gold, Chimera patted his tail and said, "I won't be going in. You go on by yourself."

"Alright."

Hearing this, Seths said nothing more, simply walking straight into the nest.

Unlike the filthy dragon lairs of outsiders' imagination, the interior of this nest, forged entirely of gold, was extremely clean. From time to time one could see dragon lackeys such as kobolds carrying out cleaning work.

After all, times have changed. As a colossal enterprise spanning the entire universe, if 【Aio Logistics】's headquarters were still as filthy as dragon lairs of primordial times, it would inevitably invite ridicule.

As Seths ventured deeper, he gradually shifted from his human form back into that of a great dragon.

At last, the great dragon with seven-colored radiance flowing about his body stood at the center of a circular conference hall, slightly lowering his head: "Seths Niepo, here to pay audience."

Hearing the voice, a brass-colored great dragon lounging on the high platforms around the circular hall could not help but yawn, then said in a languid tone: "We're all old acquaintances here — no need to be so stiff, Seths."

"Lord Randolph jests..."

Just as Seths was preparing to exchange a few pleasantries, an irritated voice cut him off: "Enough nonsense. Quickly make clear the matter of the Obsidian Star Domain from some time ago."

The speaker was a deep crimson great dragon, who at this moment was staring down at the seven-colored great dragon below with extreme impatience.

Hearing this, Seths's draconic frame could not help but pause for a moment, then he nodded: "Yes, Lord Mazres."

With that, he recounted in full detail everything that had happened recently to the great dragons in the circular hall.

But upon hearing that the protagonist was a Bronze Dragon, the great dragons present displayed a variety of expressions.

Some were indifferent, some scoffed, and others were doubly intrigued.

Take the brass dragon named "Randolph," for instance.

At this moment he stretched his neck forward, eyes bright, and said: "Bring him to see me, Seths."

"... If that is your wish."

Seths could not refuse the other's request and could only lower his head and agree.

Fortunately, based on his understanding of this lord, that little fellow probably would not be made to suffer — he would just need to prepare plenty of fresh water, to keep from getting thirsty while telling stories.

After finishing his report, Seths naturally could not continue to linger, and immediately spoke to take his leave.

The great dragons in the hall did not try to stop him, silently watching this junior disappear from their sight.

Among them, Mazres narrowed his eyes slightly, the words he had just heard flashing involuntarily through his mind.

'Tch—'

'A Bronze Dragon, then...'