CHAPTER 654: CHAPTER 538: DESCENT!

*A junior that’s gone mad with play?*

Eve’s heart was moved. She thought of a certain Red Dragon who, under the temptation of player-made delicacies and iron brush massages, was gradually leaning toward the Mairrel mode...

She heard that when attacking the Half-Beasts, it was even more excited than the players, always rushing to the front.

If it weren’t for the players holding it back, it would have charged out to fight the Bimong Giant Beasts directly during the Half-Beast Army’s siege, which certainly showcased the impulsive nature of a Red Dragon to the fullest extent.

*But... old friends?*

The Platinum Dragon King was a Silver Dragon, and Tibilia was a Red Dragon. Even though Reinhardt was respected among the chromatic dragons, the relationship between metal dragons and chromatic dragons wasn’t that great, was it?

Not to mention, Reinhardt was the Dragon God, and possibly only second to the Ancestor Dragon. He wouldn’t make a trip just because of a junior Red Dragon, would he?

Eve felt a bit puzzled.

Noticing Eve’s slightly arched eyebrows, the Platinum Dragon King Reinhardt smiled and explained,

"Tibilia is the child of the Red Dragon King and my sister. Although metal dragons and chromatic dragons don’t get along, we have been old friends."

*Red Dragon King? And Reinhardt’s sister?*

*Wait a minute...*

*Child of a Red Dragon and a Silver Dragon?*

Eve was somewhat surprised.

With the legacy of the World Tree, she knew that different dragon species could produce offspring, and they would only inherit one side’s traits.

However, Eve didn’t expect Tibilia to have such a prominent origin, being a hybrid of a metal dragon and a chromatic dragon.

Those called Dragon Kings are all Dragon Gods.

Tibilia was considered a god offspring.

However, the direct descendants of mythological lineage generally started at demigod level.

Especially for ancient gods with strong bloodline inheritance.

Yet Tibilia was only a slightly more powerful ordinary Red Dragon...

*There seemed to be some hidden truth that Eve wasn’t aware of.*

But since Reinhardt didn’t mention it, Eve wouldn’t ask.

*It wasn’t the main point.*

"Of course, that’s just one reason. The main reason I came here was to see how those little ones are adapting," Reinhardt continued.

*So the real purpose was those bloodline-purifying little dragons!*

Eve understood.

The Platinum Dragon King Reinhardt had always been known for being concerned about the Dragon Clan’s legacy, so it was only natural for him to care about this.

However, Eve had an intuition that Reinhardt’s frequent visits to the Elf Forest might not be just because of this, perhaps it had something to do with her as well...

She had speculated before, and Hela had mentioned that the Platinum Dragon King Reinhardt admired the previous World Tree. He might have guessed her true identity, but neither side had pointed it out.

If the other party didn’t mention it, Eve naturally wouldn’t reveal it either.

And whether Reinhardt had guessed her identity or was simply curious about the "new god of the Elf Clan," it didn’t matter.

*As long as she confirmed that the other party indeed bore goodwill, that was enough.*

Thinking of this, she smiled slightly,

"The Chosen Ones really like the little ones, and they are growing fast. But... if you want to see them, you’ll need to go to the Death Desert. Right now, all the young dragons are following the Chosen Ones to participate in my holy war, including the Red Dragon Tibilia."

Reinhardt’s expression showed some surprise. He couldn’t help but glance at Eve a few times, then wryly smiled,

"You seem to be more battle-ready than I imagined."

*Did he mean to say warlike?*

Eve thought to herself.

"But, a bit of fighting can be good," Reinhardt switched the topic.

His expression turned solemn, and he sighed,

"Only dragons that grow from trials of blood can become truly powerful and achieve ultimate victory against evil forces."

*Yes, here it comes.*

*The innate hatred metal dragons bear towards evil exists.*

Yet, hearing this sentence now sparked some thoughts and speculations in Eve...

She smiled and tentatively asked,

"You seem to hate the existence of evil intensely?"

"Of course, the power of evil easily attracts the notice of the Abyss, leading to temptation and the descent into corruption, becoming claws of the Abyss’s power to devour planes. So... all evil and fallen entities are enemies of all living things," the Platinum Dragon King said seriously.

"So... do you despise those Evil Gods who have fallen into the Abyss and are keen on destroying them?" Eve continued to ask.

"Of course, every Evil God is a harbinger of world destruction and should be judged," the Platinum Dragon King expressed with firm resolve.

Listening to Reinhardt’s words, Eve smiled slightly,

"In that case, I happen to have some news related to Evil Gods, involving the Fallen Angel Luria and the Pain Queen Alisa. I wonder... if you have the time and interest."

"Oh?"

The Platinum Dragon King’s face showed a trace of interest.

...

As a mostly nomadic tribe, Half-Beasts rarely possessed temples, usually only enshrining True God’s statues in special tents or rocky caves.

However, Sandstorm City was an exception.

This was a city built by both the elves and the dwarves.

And elves and dwarves were representatives of devout believers.

At least... once were.

Therefore, Sandstorm City not only had a temple but its scale was also grand and magnificent.

In the temple of the God of Winter and Hunting in Sandstorm City,

a High Priest of Golden Power from the Half-Beast knelt before the tall and majestic statue, leading over a dozen Half-Beast Priests, each no less than silver in power, to fervently and fervently pray.

And at the back of the temple, the Chief Priest and Prophetic King Bazan, along with the elders of the Half-Beast Royal Court and the high-level officials of various major tribes, also gathered here.