Rebirth as a Time Dragon

On the Noah continent, within the frigid expanse of the Northern Icefields, the silver dragon lay coiled at the peak of an ice cliff, eyes half-closed, a faint divine light radiating from his form as he bathed in the falling snow.

While observing the battle between Lathander, the Lord of the Morning, and the primordial Sun God, Garon's attention shifted to another material world teetering on the brink of collapse.

Countless deities had turned their gaze to this beleaguered world.

Amidst howling winds and a backdrop of despair, a towering, demonic figure stood out—a deity with a rugged build, wreathed in black and red flames. The mere sight of him seemed to plunge onlookers into an abyss of accumulated fears.

With his massive wings spread wide and a fierce, almost mocking grin on his coarse face, the Lord of Terror proclaimed his dominance.

"I am the Ultimate Terror!"

"All things, all beings, gods and worlds alike, will crumble in the shadow of my fear!"

His maniacal laughter echoed, blanketing the entire material world.

In this world, countless intelligent beings gazed upon the fearsome presence of the demon god with expressions of terror and despair. They could not see it, but their own fear, despair, and dread were invisibly siphoned away, feeding the Lord of Terror.

This deity, who once slew the Nine-faced Dragon God, wielded the primal power of terror throughout the multiverse.

The more the world descended into chaos and destruction, the greater the power the Lord of Terror could command.

And this was not limited to this material world alone.

Due to the widespread invasion of the wilderness deities, all the material worlds engulfed in panic contributed to the Lord of Terror's strength, even including Noah, where Garon had fought Arkaluun.

Raising his massive hand, the Lord of Terror summoned endless black and red flames, condensing them into a dark, sinister axe—an abyssal weapon devoid of light.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Pathetic, insignificant beings, I will relish in your boundless despair born of fear!"

He roared with laughter.

Then, gripping the dark axe with both hands, he swung it downwards with terrifying force.

Boom!

The black and red flames surged wildly, forming a titanic black and red cleave.

As countless beings watched in horror, time seemed to slow. The axe's descent appeared agonizingly slow, though this was merely a distortion of perception.

In reality, in an instant, the black and red cleave struck the ground. The perceived slowness was just an illusion caused by warped senses.

Crack!

After a brief moment of eerie stillness, forests collapsed, mountains shattered, rivers were severed, and the ground fractured. A colossal rift, spanning billions of kilometers and consuming countless lives, was etched into the earth. The sound was like the lament of a world on the brink of collapse.

In the midst of life and death, there is great terror.

With this single strike, having absorbed more primordial power, the black and red flames on the Lord of Terror's body burned even fiercer.

In the Hero Domain, within the Dragon Court and the Hall of the Gods.

The Nine-faced Dragon God stretched his body, the scales of his form shimmering with iridescent hues.

It was clear that this sovereign of gods, the primordial dragon, was preparing to descend to the material world to confront his long-time nemesis who had once killed him.

However, just as the Nine-faced Dragon God was about to intervene, an avatar of a deity not from the High Council of Gods spoke up, addressing the Dragon God.

"Lord Io, allow me to descend to the material world and test the strength of the Lord of Terror."

The Lord of Terror commanded a top-tier, quasi-level 20 divine power. 

If in the Outer Planes, few gods would dare face him directly.

But now, the Lord of Terror was on the material plane, where the rules imposed limitations. This gave ambitious deities a chance, their battlelust boiling, eager to prove themselves.

If one could defeat this demon god, they would undoubtedly use him as a stepping stone, rapidly gaining followers and significantly boosting their divine rank.

"Very well. If you manage to defeat the Lord of Terror, the High Council will grant you a seat."

The Nine-faced Dragon God smiled faintly, his voice calm and powerful.

Meanwhile, in the material world.

Boom!

Thousands of bolts of lightning and a howling storm descended from the sky. Under the influence of the pervasive terror flames, they coalesced into the form of a god.

Crackling with electricity, the dark-skinned god stood amidst the storm, arcs of lightning dancing across his skin. He was encircled by roaring winds.

With a stern countenance that radiated authority and anger, his eyes—one blue and one green—were the eyes of a storm and thunder.

The convergence of storm and lightning formed his gaze.

This was Talos, the god of storms and destruction, the leader of the deities of raging nature.

Once worshipped by Auril, Talos stared down the Lord of Terror, feeling a palpable sense of oppression in the demon god's presence.

"Terror Lord Erilik, I am Talos, God of Storms and Destruction, leader of the gods of rage..."

The Lord of Terror glanced disdainfully at Talos.

Ignoring the Storm God, the Lord of Terror roared upwards, his eyes ablaze with fury.

"Io! You send your lackey to die instead of facing me yourself?"

Feeling the sting of being disregarded, Talos's expression darkened, his face contorting with a twisted fury.

This deity, known for his evil nature, thrived on causing destruction through storms and lightning, compelling beings to worship him through force. He was quick to anger, unleashing his divine power at the slightest provocation.

Enraged by the Lord of Terror's contempt, Talos's fiery temper flared uncontrollably, despite understanding that his opponent was a top-tier wilderness deity.

"Terror Lord, my storm will consume you!"

Spitting out his words in a low, restrained voice, Talos's body suddenly burst with blinding lightning, his divine power surging within him like a tide.

**Authority of Storms: Raging Tempest.**

Whoosh! A tornado capable of tearing through metal and stone roared into existence.

**Authority of Thunder: Corrosive Rage.**

The sky filled with dark clouds, crackling with lightning and rumbling like a roaring dragon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Blinding bolts of lightning rained down, merging with the tornado that seemed to engulf both the sky and earth.

For a moment, storm and thunder converged, bearing down on the Lord of Terror.

Yet, the Lord of Terror remained indifferent.

"Humph, Io, don't forget, I promised to kill you a billion times!"

"Come down here and let me split you in half again. Let's see if you can divide into two new dragon gods."

He roared upwards.

The Lord of Terror knew that Io was undoubtedly watching.

At the same time, the terrifying flames surged against the whirlwind of thunder, quickly overpowering it. 

Crack!

The flames roared, igniting Talos's divine powers, and within moments had turned the tables, devouring the tornado and lightning entirely. The flames morphed into a colossal abyssal maw, filled with serrated teeth, snapping towards the God of Storms.

On the other side, Talos's dual-colored eyes reflected the demon god's casual counterattack, feeling the overwhelming power of ultimate terror.

Like a lesser being facing a primal force of terror, an instinctive fear, paralyzing and breath-stopping, began to grip Talos's heart.

For the first time, the arrogant evil god realized how insignificant he truly was.

Hiss!

Lightning flashed as Talos transformed into a bolt of thunder, speeding away to evade the Lord of Terror's strike.

But he was a fraction too slow.

The giant maw of terror flames, though it missed completely, managed to bite into half of Talos's thunderous form.

Ripping free, the God of Storms made a quick decision to abandon the consumed part of his body.

"Heh, not a bad reaction."

The Lord of Terror finally glanced at Talos, his tone dripping with disdain.

On the other side, Talos's face twisted with rage, his eyes burning with fury and a faint trace of fear.

Half of his divine body was gone, severed at the waist, and the remaining half was still surrounded by the corrosive terror flames, trying to erode what was left.

"Get lost! Don't interfere with my battle with Io."

"Or I'll kill you first!"

The demon god glared down at Talos, his towering presence wielding the dark axe, wreathed in menacing flames, exuding an overwhelming pressure.

"You!"

Talos was incensed, feeling humiliated at the thought of retreating, yet he knew that continuing to fight would lead to his demise at the hands of the Lord of Terror.

Caught in this dilemma, the God of Storms hesitated.

"Talos, enough."

"You've done your best. Go and face the other wilderness deities. I will handle this."

Io's gentle yet commanding voice reached Talos's ears.

"My apologies, Lord Io."

Talos's expression shifted, ultimately choosing to heed the command of the Nine-faced Dragon God and withdraw from the material world.

As he departed, the Lord of Terror did not intervene.

Instead, he gathered his primordial power, gripping the dark axe, waiting for his nemesis to arrive.

Buzz.

From the heavens, a radiant light rose, shining like a sun, illuminating all directions.

A majestic dragon god, as if embodying the essence of all dragons, descended upon the terror-stricken material world. The very presence of this magnificent dragon god suppressed the seemingly endless flames of terror, and the divine light of the Dragon God stood in stark opposition to the demonic might of the Lord of Terror.

"Erilik, you still wear that same foolish and boastful expression."

Despite the Nine-faced Dragon God's generally good nature, he couldn't resist a taunt at the sight of his long-time adversary.

Erilik, the Lord of Terror, known for his explosive temper, surprisingly remained calm. Instead of an outburst, he retorted with a sneer, "I'm foolish? Ha! Io, what does that make you, having once been cleaved in two by me?"

"If I'm foolish, then you're downright idiotic!"

The Nine-faced Dragon God fell silent.

In their verbal sparring, Io rarely came out on top because no matter what he said, Erilik would always point out the undeniable fact: Io had once been split in two by him.

No matter the circumstances, the outcome was that the Nine-faced Dragon God had been killed by this entity once before.

As the Lord of Terror's mocking laughter filled the air, relishing Io's silence, the Nine-faced Dragon God opened his maw.

Boom!

Manifestations of countless laws coalesced in Io's mouth, converging into a breath imbued with the rules of the material plane. It surged forth like a mighty river, sweeping towards Erilik.

"Cunning as ever."

Faced with Io's rule-infused breath, Erilik knew he couldn't afford to be as dismissive as he had been with Talos. He quickly summoned layers of dense, terrifying flames to form an impregnable barrier.

After the initial clash, Erilik brandished the dark axe, his bat-like wings spread wide as he surged towards the Nine-faced Dragon God like a meteor shrouded in black and red flames.

Unyielding, Io spread his dragon wings, meeting Erilik head-on.

In an instant, two of the mightiest beings clashed at close quarters.

Boom!

The dragon's gleaming claw collided with the dark axe, sending out a wave of destruction that swept across the surroundings.

In the ensuing struggle, the sky was torn asunder, and the earth was ripped apart. The entire material world began to fracture and teeter on the edge of collapse under the immense force of their battle.

"Even gods who can unleash their full power would struggle against these two in the material world," the deities observing the fierce combat between Io and Erilik thought with awe and trepidation.

Back in the Northern Icefields of the Noah continent.

Garon continued to monitor the battle between the Dragon God and the demon god, calculating in his mind.

"If I were to fight them in the material world..."

The silver dragon opened his eyes, shaking his head slightly. He acknowledged his current limitations compared to such top-tier entities. Even with the rules of the material plane's restrictions, Garon knew he couldn't match them in direct combat.

In terms of sheer destructive capability during battle, he couldn't reach the levels exhibited by Io or the Lord of Terror.

"But I'm only at a mid-tier divine power level. Even though the material world's rules impose restrictions, the fundamental level of existence remains crucial."

"When I reach the peak of quasi-great divine power, I will be able to stand against them."

The delicate snowflakes reflected in the dragon's eyes, glimmering like kindled white fire.

As time passed, the battle between Io and Erilik raged on. The material world they fought in was nearly destroyed. To prevent the collapse of the material plane, Io began steering the fight across multiple different material worlds.

Suddenly.

Bathing in the endless blizzard, the silver dragon's gaze shifted slightly. He shook off the accumulated snow and rose to his feet.

In the material world of the Gray continent.

The golden light of dawn had dwindled to a mere fraction of its former expanse, surrounded on all sides by a deep, abyssal black mist.

Countless writhing tentacles, beams of dark light, and gaping maws—attacks from the primordial Sun God—pressed in from all directions, confining the Lord of the Morning's space to maneuver.

In the heart of the dense black mist, the divine light on Lathander's body flickered and had dimmed significantly.

He was at a severe disadvantage.

The once bright, charming smile on Lathander's handsome face had long since faded, replaced by a furrowed brow and a look of deep concern.

The battle was reaching a critical point, and Garon, sensing the urgency, knew the time to act was drawing near.

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