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Chapter 633: Chapter 42: Reconnecting the Broken Line Chapter 633: Chapter 42: Reconnecting the Broken Line If Erinyes became an Angel Envoy because of the war, then Akpolis was solely elevated by virtue of his own talent.

Compared to Elves, the history of the Lizardfolk is even older.

In the age of the Dragons, they were the very definition of a Short-Lived Species.

It was an era before The Sun was born, when the world was enshrouded in darkness, illuminated only by a lone moon.

The entire world was swamps, seas, and deserts, and in its humid and dim environment, the “Scaled Ones,” “Winged Ones,” and “Mammals” were the three major classes of species.

All sorts of bizarre creatures gathered together, able to communicate with one another without the need for language or writing.

Serpentfolk, Lizardfolk, and Avianfolk are all ancient races that existed during that time.

Dragons were the favored children of that age, as they all inherited the bloodline of the God of Stolen Scales and Feathers, the Lord of Scalefeather.

As a result, Dragons could transform at will into any species, and they possessed an exceedingly long, almost limitless, lifespan.

Akpolis was the first to discover that if one took the “Pulsing Blood” of the Serpentfolk, the blood could heal wounds; if one took the “Stagnant Blood,” it acted as a deadly poison once in contact with blood.

He realized that everything in the world has duality, and that poison and medicine could be transformed into one another.

Thus, he was blessed with the power of Balance and began his path of crafting Magic Potions… From this standpoint, he could be considered the oldest Alchemist.

This is also why both Alchemists and Physicians are capable of concocting potions.

However, when creating Magic Potions, he did not pursue the question of “why” but cared more about “how to achieve it.” Therefore, he gradually deviated from the Path of Balance toward the Path of Adaptation, drawing the attention of the Lord of Scalefeather.

When Akpolis neared the end of his life, the Lord of Scalefeather gave him three drops of his own blood to see what kind of Magic Potion he could concoct.

Akpolis used all his knowledge and strength to create three unique Magic Potions, intending them to be a legacy for his daughter.

When they were all crafted, he died from the sheer force of the miracle—his daughter wept over his body for a long time but ultimately decided against keeping the three divine potions for herself.

Instead, she fed them all to her father’s corpse.

Upon ingesting the first potion, the dead returned to life; after swallowing the second, Akpolis regained his youthful vigor.

With the third potion, the Lizardman, whose lifespan hardly exceeded thirty years, reversed the fate of being a Short-Lived Species and transformed into an everlasting, mighty Dragon!

As a Dragon, he lived again among humankind for a long time before he went to the Dream Realm.

But few knew that Akpolis, who had “died,” had become a Dragon.

Because using the transformation power of the Dragon, he had reverted to his thin and frail Lizardfolk self.

Akpolis possessed no combat techniques.

He was simply strong in body, reaching the ultimate concept of “health!”

As Akpolis transformed into a dark green Dragon, a flap of his wings stirred up a green, toxic wind.

The two storms collided thunderously, and cracks in the fabricated temporary world became ever more evident.

Akpolis flapped his wings, clenched his fist.

In the midst of the storm, his body vanished suddenly, appearing in an instant before Erinyes.

His unadorned claws swung down directly.

Erinyes raised her invisible hammer, colliding fiercely with the immense Dragon!

After a brief pause, the ground started to shake more violently.

The force of the howling winds spread outwards, and the crimson storm split open like a cleft tree, revealing a straight, azure line in the middle—that was the original color of the sky.@@novelbin@@

Like the genesis of heaven and earth, the azure line abruptly expanded into a blue color field.

The crimson storm instantly dispersed on both sides!

The continually shaking earth turned to dust, and the space itself, unable to withstand anymore, began to emit creaking snow-crunching sounds as cracks multiplied.

The warm “Amniotic Fluid” from the surrounding area started pouring inward through the cracked space.

After the blow, Erinyes merely staggered.

She coughed violently, and her right hand suddenly lost strength for a moment.

The epidemic poison that even the body of an Angel Envoy couldn’t bear was accumulating inside her.

Yet even so, she smirked and was ready to strike back ferociously.

Swinging the invisible heavy hammer in her hand, she smashed the space, creating countless black cracks like the spines of a hedgehog!

From the breach in that world, sharp as blades, a typhoon reassembled!

While Akpolis exhaled a dragon breath, the newly formed typhoon was continuously shattered.

Erinyes’ body, eroded by Akpolis’ toxic dragon breath, grew weaker and weaker.

As the two Angel Envoys engaged in fierce combat within the confining temporary world,

Aiwass felt as though he had slipped into a drowsy slumber.

A moment ago, Isabel was teaching him the details of the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow.

Then his consciousness suddenly became blurred… as if he had accidentally fallen asleep.

When he awoke again, the entire world around him was ablaze with fire.

…What happened?

Aiwass was immediately startled.

He was still in Moriarty Manor, even in his own bed.

But Moriarty Manor had turned into a sea of flames.

Outside were commotion and screams—Aiwass looked out the window and saw the faint silhouette of a colossal statue in the distance.

The statue fired a roaring beam of light, plowing a scorched trail on the ground.

Under the night sky, those fluttering Gargoyles swarmed, obscuring the heavens like bats.

Aiwass’s eyes widened, taken aback for a moment.

…Holy crap, how did Star Antimony get to Glass Island in an instant?

How long have I been asleep?

Or did someone erase a few days of my memory?

“Daddy, are you back?”

Liya exclaimed with delight.

“Liya,” Aiwass immediately asked the Flame Butterfly that had taken flight, “What happened?

Is my memory missing?”

“No, Daddy.”

The Flame Butterfly answered without hesitation, “Your memory is fine.

It’s just that the advancement ceremony suddenly became unstable.”

“…The ceremony?”

Aiwass was somewhat surprised.

How could there be a problem with the advancement ceremony?

“Yes, Dreamland became unstable.

It’s still operating, but it seems like all of you ascenders have lost control.”

The Defiant Flame Butterfly Liya provided a clear answer, “It’s been two or three days, this is the early morning of the fourth day…”

Hearing this, Aiwass understood.

The advancement ceremony, due to some sort of shock, caused all the ascenders to lose control over the “roles” they played.

—It was as if they had “gone offline.”

Luckily, after they went offline, their characters could still act autonomously, not turning into puppets that could be easily exposed…

Fortunately, they had taken Dream Intoxicant, so they weren’t tossed out when Dreamland fluctuated—there was still a chance for a “disconnected reconnection.”

And thankfully, there was the Phantom Demon, the Defiant Flame Butterfly, which could exist independently of the controllers in the advancement ceremony.

Now that he had just reconnected, the instance’s time had jumped straight to the early morning of the fourth day.

Aiwass had no idea what had happened in the meantime.

Damn it, this was completely off from the original plan…

Aiwass pounded his thigh, soothing his somewhat agitated mood.

—He had just told Isabel that he would arrive at the Holy Nation by dusk on the second day.

Isabel must have left by now…

but clearly, she didn’t arrive at the Holy Nation on the second day, otherwise, the advancement ceremony would have ended.

So now she must be somewhere before reaching the Holy Nation.

And Avalon was finally assaulted by Star Antimony on the fourth day.

…Damn it, there was no way to contact Isabel now.

He had no idea how she was doing or if she had followed the plan he had laid out before.

This time, they could only rely on their tacit understanding.

Hopefully, she wouldn’t enter the Holy Nation just at the dusk of the fourth day…

Aiwass suppresses the impulse to shout “Is anybody there?” and calmly opened the door to step out.

Soon, seemingly in response to the sound of his door opening, the neighboring room’s door also opened.

Out came Sherlock, wearing pajamas and looking utterly astonished.

Not giving him time to think and organize his thoughts, Aiwass spoke sternly, as if he were just an NPC, “It seems like something went wrong, Mr.

Hermes.”

“…What?”

“Look,” Aiwass pointed outside the window, “People from Star Antimony have broken in.”

“…Ah?”

Sherlock let out an incredulous noise, “How could…

What’s this…

I…”

He obviously hadn’t sorted out what had happened, and in an instant, his whole person sank into self-doubt.

In another place, the Stranger woke up to find himself in a village.

As soon as he opened his eyes, an Alchemical Bomb fell right before him.

An old man had his body blown to pieces, with half a leg flying up to smack him in the face.

The Stranger immediately widened his eyes, and his brain stopped working for a moment.