A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 781 - 459: All things and I return to one (seeking monthly tickets)
Chapter 781: Chapter 459: All things and I return to one (seeking monthly tickets)
“This power!”
“What are you?”
“Roar!!”
The roar of the Dragon of Miracles echoed through the void, it was furious, and within that anger, Bailuo could also sense her fear.
It was not a fear for herself but concern and guilt.
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Like a parent whose child had nearly been abducted by a kidnapper, that feeling of almost being too late—this was the terror Bailuo felt emanating from the Dragon of Miracles.
The coming of Sazzag might not have been anticipated by the Dragon of Miracles, letting him get so close to Bailuo as if an assassin, a murderer, a villain with a blade or firearm, had pressed it against Bailuo’s forehead, right over his heart.
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“Bang!!”
The Dragon of Miracles did not give Sazzag the chance to babble on; with a single clasp of her claw, his body was squeezed until it burst, disappearing into nothingness.
“Hehehehe.”
The voice of Sazzag slowly spread: “You belong to me now.”
However, strands of black, mucus-like threads began to seep from between the dragon claw’s fingers. They wriggled as if alive, trying to cover the dragon claw, seemingly attempting to devour the Dragon of Miracles!
“Ridiculous!”
But it was futile, for in just an instant, these dark sludges felt the vast gap between them.
“Oh?”
This was the first time Sazzag had met such an opponent, for it failed to devour her, and instead, it was the other way around—she devoured him: “Now that is quite interesting.”
In front of the Dragon of Miracles, all powers were meaningless, for she pointed directly to the essence and core of all things.
What about immortality, invincibility, regeneration, reanimation, indestructibility, devouring, duplicating, plundering, and so on and so forth.
To the Dragon of Miracles, these forces were merely expressions of ‘power,’ but what it saw was ‘Power’ itself—’what you can do,’ ‘what you are capable of,’ ‘what you are doing.’
“How many times have you killed me?”
“It doesn’t matter. I come from nothingness; time means nothing to me,” said Sazzag. “I’m not afraid of pain and torment either; rather, they bring me pleasure, joy extraordinary.”
