The indifferent gods look coldly at the mortal world from the clouds, the tailless reptiles whisper in the gap between winter and spring, and the eight-clawed demon god in a high hat plays his flute in the cold sea. 

The steam engine had just ignited the light of civilization where swordplay and sorcery duels, alchemical guns and galleons orchestrate songs of perish, secret societies and the Church of the Righteous God are chasing and hiding against one another, and the curtain has been raised on the Great Age, the Great Voyage! The Great Exploration! Great geographic discoveries! 

There are dramatic epics, and also sinister and deceitful schemes. Will Civilization conquer barbarism? No, there will only be barbarism and more barbarism! Alvin wakes up in the small seaside town, rises as a descendant of a fallen noble and enters the center of the vortex step by step, claiming the legendary crown at the peak of the path of the Extraordinary.

Even the most rational among them, the Cosmic Dragon-man Kronipus, didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Kariex's words, nor did he have any intention of stopping them.


After the sacrificial day ended yesterday, the "Jet Black Dragon" who enjoyed the sacrifice would sleep for three days. When it awakens, we must offer it the sacrifice that slipped through the net.


Extraordinary Spiritual Light was wantonly scattered as if the nine Tier 3 Dragon-men were nine radiant suns crossing the sky.


Feeling the domineering aura exuding from them, the myriad ghosts within Mit cowered, and even the Great Shamans under the "Death God" Wuhao didn't dare to emerge and utter a single word of nonsense.


Following that intermittent aura, they flew for half an hour.


Deep within the "Forgotten Desert," where Aiven held the promotion ceremony last night.


Chapter 667 - Chapter 577: Dragon's Might! Kill Them All!_2