Chapter 737 406: Polar Night, Myriad Stars (Double-Length)

Dragon Village.

The collapse of the sky caused the world to lose its light.

Fortunately, the giant dragons have a natural affinity for shiny things, even Duntemolin, the mature and steady Clan Leader of Dragon Village, has a myriad of collections.

Glimmering gems and luminous coral were placed in every corner of the Dragon Village, illuminating most areas and providing brightness.

But this was the limit; the outskirts of Dragon Village remained in utter darkness.

"Roar—"

The young dragons seemed to have a premonition too, and they let out uneasy roars, flapping their wings.

"Back to the nest."

Uvie Muzhe kicked away the little dragon clinging to its leg, driving all of them into the central nest.

After temporarily entrusting the care of the young dragons to another giant dragon, it tilted its head and glanced at the sky.

Naturally, it was pitch black.

This inevitably caused its heart to sink.

On the other side of Dragon Village, on the blue-and-white, frost-covered ice mountain, Lotarion was not asleep but stood silently, as if alert to the surroundings.

After taking a deep breath, Uvie Muzhe shook its wings and its massive body soared towards the huge Ancient Dragon Nest in the sky.

"What's the matter, Uvie Muzhe, do you have any issue?"

Before Uvie Muzhe could enter, Duntemolin's voice echoed from within the Dragon Nest, and he opened his eyes at this moment.

"Clan Leader..." If it were any other time, Uvie Muzhe would certainly chat with him, but today it came not for this: "...Perhaps we should find a safe place for the children."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Duntemolin did not speak immediately.

"...You're worried about the imminent crisis during this darkest moment, aren't you."

Uvie Muzhe remained silent; this was naturally beyond explanation.

It was smart, because with Oduan's presence, it sensed that Dragon Village was about to face another war.

Its own death in battle was inconsequential, but as the hope of the Dragon Village, it wished no harm to come upon the young dragons.

No matter how dark the times are, Dragon Village should leave some sparks behind...

"Do you lack confidence in Rogel?"

Duntemolin rose, slightly stretching his massive body, and spoke in a deep voice.

"No..." Uvie Muzhe shook its head but stopped mid-sentence.

It indeed had great trust in Rogel.

But... the current situation is entirely different, making even its inner self waver; it couldn't help but consider, what if? What if this war ultimately ends in defeat...

Then, they should leave behind sparks for Dragon Village...

In fact, from Uvie Muzhe's perspective, it's not hard to understand why it wavered.

Rogel grew stronger under its watch, and the enemy in this war is a demigod who almost eradicated the entire Dragon Race and has existed for countless ages...

Furthermore, such enemies are not limited to just one; there are many.

No wonder Uvie Muzhe has such thoughts now...

Duntemolin also understands this very well.

But he just shook his head and said, "Uvie Muzhe, from the moment the sky collapsed and darkness descended, there is no safe place in the world."

"Every sea, every corner... is a battlefield ablaze with war."

He lowered his head, the Dragon's Eye fixed on Uvie Muzhe, speaking solemnly.

Upon hearing his words, Uvie Muzhe suddenly realized this fact.

Indeed... this isn't an ordinary war, but a divine-level war!

Moreover, it's not a war between two or three deities; it's the top deities of the world vying for the most critical position in the world!

This is destined to be a war sweeping across the world, with no place left unscathed!

Don't mention one or two seas; the entire world, even, can't bear the forthcoming war!

How can Dragon Village be isolated?

Thinking of this, Uvie Muzhe's mood sank to the bottom, realizing how laughable its earlier thoughts were.

"Go back, take care of them."

"This is your sole mission, Uvie Muzhe."

"Leave the rest to me."

Duntemolin's voice calm, he extended his dragon claw, touching its head as he did when it was young.

"...Yes, Clan Leader."

Looking at Duntemolin's massive, sturdy dragon body, Uvie Muzhe felt as though the gloom in its heart had been partially dispelled.

It nodded earnestly before flapping its wings and leaving.

After it departed, Duntemolin sighed lightly.

Though spoken lightly, only he knew within his heart.

He too had no certainty about this war in his mind.

The only hope rested on him...

"Hmm?"

While Duntemolin was contemplating, a sense of crisis arose in his heart, and he immediately stood up, with Dragon Thunder flickering, a teleportation placed him right above Dragon Village.

Lotarion also appeared beside him at this moment, flapping his wings, and ice and snow coagulated.

"This presence is not Rogel's..."

"Indeed." Duntemolin narrowed his eyes and spoke in a deep tone: "They are here..."

...

Sea of Holy Scales, outskirts of Dragon Village.

In the previously dark sky, dots of light suddenly appeared.

Lotarion raised his dragon claw, fanning his massive wings.

Crackling sounds...

An extremely frigid force erupted instantly, and in a matter of breaths, the entire sea surface froze, forming a vast ice field.

Rustle—

In the sky, an abnormal blaze suddenly appeared.

It was a massive meteor, descending from the sky, targeting the position of the two giant dragons!

"Hmph!"

Duntemolin snorted coldly, lightning gleamed in his massive Dragon's Eye, raising his dragon claw to hammer the void.