227: Chapter 227 Dragon's Submission - Willing to Be a Guide

"What?!" The Frost Giant Dragon's pupils constricted sharply, its face turned instantly pale, and it could no longer maintain its composure.

It hurriedly defended itself: "My lords, please see the truth! The conquest of the Prehistoric world back then was led by the Creator God, with the Titan race taking the lead. We didn't participate at all!" Its words carried a hint of grievance and unwillingness—back then, how could it not have wanted to join the expedition? But the Creator God simply looked down on small characters like them.

"No need to say more," Houtu said indifferently. "The Prehistoric Alliance army has already set off. Based on our calculations, at most within ten million years, they will arrive at this realm."

"Th-this..." The Frost Giant Dragon stammered, cold sweat streaming down, its mind a complete blank.

"As long as you submit, I will spare your life." Jiang Chen's tone was calm, yet it carried an irresistible pressure.

The Frost Giant Dragon immediately bowed its head in worship: "This small dragon is willing to be a slave forever, I only beg for your protection!"

"That's enough." Jiang Chen waved his hand. "Guide us well. Once we have finished touring this frozen world, we will go to other regions to take a look."

"Yes, yes, yes! If you point east, this small dragon would never dare to go west!" The dragon responded fawningly, while secretly rejoicing in its heart: It was fortunate to have met such noble figures; otherwise, within ten million years, its life would have been over!

Immediately, the Frost Giant Dragon carried the three of them, shuttling through this silvery-white world.

In this land of extreme cold, ten thousand miles were frozen. The world was carved like glazed glass, breathtakingly beautiful. Unfortunately, life force was thin, making it difficult for ordinary living beings to survive here; only the power of extreme cold raged eternally.

Time flew like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, ten thousand years had passed.

After touring the frozen world, the dragon continued to lead the way, rushing to other planes, diligently explaining things along the way, effectively becoming their exclusive guide.

At the pinnacle of the Nine Realms, the Realm of Gods.

The Asgardian divine kingdom hung high in the sky, situated upon the trunk of the World Tree, symbolizing supreme authority.

The Golden Palace was the core of the divine kingdom, the residence of Odin, King of the Gods.

At this moment, inside the Golden Palace, Odin welcomed a visitor from another realm.

He sat upright on his throne. Although his beard and hair were white and his face aged, his aura was imposing, commanding awe without anger. A dark gray cloak draped down, its edges studded with the faint glimmer of stars; a wide-brimmed hat, like the clear sky, reflected the setting sun on the horizon, shining brilliantly.

In that single eye lay the mysteries of life and death. What he gripped tightly in his hand was the Gungnir spear—forged from a branch of the World Tree, capable of piercing all things and striking fear into all realms.

The palace was magnificent, silent, and stern.

Lucifer reclined on the Demon Throne, his right leg lightly crossed, twelve pairs of pitch-black wings spread out in the air, as if the abyss had descended. His fingertips lightly swirled a wine glass, the scarlet liquid as bewitching as blood.

He looked lazily at Odin opposite him, a wicked smile curling his lips: "Have you considered it clearly?"

Odin closed his eyes and remained silent, his expression grave.

"What?" Lucifer's voice suddenly turned cold. "You're still hesitating even now? Once the Prehistoric Alliance army arrives, can you, as a single Realm of Gods, withstand it? Don't forget, even your Creator God died at their hands!"

"You are right, even the Creator God has fallen." Odin opened his eyes, his tone heavy. "Even if the nine great Demon God Worlds join forces, what can they do? Can they really defeat the Prehistoric world?"

"Hmph!" Lucifer stood up abruptly, all laziness fading away, replaced by a monstrous dominance. "Are you planning to kneel and beg for mercy? Odin, don't be ungrateful! If the Prehistoric world comes, do you think they will leave your corpse intact? They will surely bloodbath the Nine Realms, leaving not a blade of grass!"

"The only way to survive right now is for the nine great worlds to form an alliance and fight a desperate battle!"

He approached step by step, his gaze like a blade: "You have no choice, unless you take your God race and flee into the Eternal Chaos, never to rise again!"

"You have no choice." Lucifer repeated coldly, his eyes like ice blades piercing the bone.

The great hall was silent, with only the low murmuring of the wind.

Odin's single eye trembled slightly, and a trace of struggle appeared on his face.

"What are you still standing there for? We are both of the Chaos Fiendgods bloodline; we should have fought side by side to resist the external enemy from the beginning..."

"Shut up!" Before Lucifer could finish, he was coldly interrupted by Odin.

Odin's eyes were like an abyss. He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, his voice low but unquestionable: "I can join forces with you—but my legions will absolutely not be the vanguard!"

"The vanguard must be composed of the nine great worlds together. There is no room for negotiation on this point." Lucifer shook his head, his tone firm.

"Fine! Then it is settled. When does the war begin?" Odin's gaze focused.

Lucifer frowned slightly: "At most one million years."

———— In the vast and boundless Eternal Chaos, a massive army was speeding through the void, their baleful aura piercing the sky, the wild and archaic might sweeping in all directions. Every figure possessed an overwhelming aura, like ancient war gods stepping out from the primordial beginning. Suddenly, a streak of light tore through the void from the extreme distance.

"Report—"

Bai Qi stood at the head of the army, his expression cold and stern as iron, and said indifferently: "Speak."

"Reporting to the Army Lord, an Angel race squad has been discovered ahead, suspected to be secretly spying on our army's movements!"

"Hmph." Bai Qi sneered. "It seems that bunch of winged freaks has finally sniffed out the scent."

As soon as he finished speaking, two more figures darted over and knelt respectfully.

"Reporting to the Army Lord! Nine hundred quadrillion light-years away, traces of the Demon race, Time race, and Fate race armies have been discovered!"

"They've joined forces? Very good." Bai Qi's lips curled slightly, and then he suddenly waved the Prehistoric battle flag, a profound and mysterious power instantly enveloping the entire army.

The billions of Prehistoric warriors, who had been closing their eyes to adjust their breath and were ready to strike, opened their eyes in an instant, their fighting spirit erupting like a volcano!

"All personnel, prepare for battle—engage!" Bai Qi's voice was like thunder, resounding in everyone's mind.

Emperor Huangtian, Zhulong, and Chen Nan looked at each other, their eyes both igniting with fiery flames of war. Crossing endless years, wasn't this the moment they had been waiting for?

"As you command!!!"

The billions of the Alliance army roared in unison, the sound waves shaking the Chaos, the surrounding void boiling violently, as if even the Chaos itself were trembling!

"Damn it, we're finally fighting! If we kept holding back any longer, my bones would have started to mold!"

"Don't be impatient. We are still far from the Angel lair; this battle is at most a warm-up."

"Hahaha—that's still satisfying! Brothers, want to make a bet? See who kills more?"

"Bet is a bet! But since it's a competition, there has to be a prize, right?"

"Each person wagers one Innate Spirit Treasure, how about that?"

"I have no objection, I'm just afraid someone won't pay up if they lose."

Listening to the clamor of the generals, Bai Qi's lips curled slightly: "I will not participate, so I can act as the notary."

"Hahaha, with the Army Lord presiding, who would dare to welch on a bet? Then we leave it to you!"

As the words fell, Emperor Huangtian and the other fifty-eight Heavenly Venerate-level powerhouses each took out an Innate Spirit Treasure and handed them to Bai Qi.

They trusted him—not just because he was the commander, but because he was Bai Qi.

Meanwhile, immeasurable light-years away, the four Chaos race armies had converged into one.

"Report—" An Angel powerhouse flew in rapidly from afar and knelt on one knee before the Holy Emperor, Jesus.

"What is the combat strength of the Prehistoric Alliance?" Jesus's eyes narrowed sharply, and he immediately asked.

The powerhouses of the Demon race, Time race, and Fate race also turned their heads, their expressions grave as iron.

"Reporting to Your Eminence! It has been confirmed that there are fifty-eight Heavenly Venerates and five thousand Dao-attainers in the Prehistoric army..."

As the scout's voice fell, the whole place fell into dead silence.

"Fifty-eight Heavenly Venerates? Five thousand Dao-attainers?!" A Heavenly Venerate of the Time race gasped, his voice trembling.

"This is impossible! Father God personally led the army to conquer the Prehistoric world, how could they still have so many powerhouses left?!"

The hearts of all the high-level Chaos race members were shaken violently. They had originally thought that with Yang Mei and the other ten Great Fiendgods on the expedition, they would surely severely damage the Prehistoric world, but who knew the opponent would still be so strong and robust!