This Can't Be

When he took out a pitch-black scythe and held it in his hand, he immediately felt like he had control over the destiny and death of all life.

But Roland knew clearly that it was just an illusion, a hint of the power of the Nether God's Divine Spark left on this scythe.

He couldn't feel it before because he wasn't strong enough.

Now that he was linked to the floating city and in a pseudo-Demigod state, he had a vague sense of the Divine Spark's power on the Nether God's scythe.

Oftentimes, you saw something as mediocre because you didn't reach a certain level.

In the distance, the World Tree, which had turned into a huge wooden colossus, flapped its butterfly wings and flew toward the floating city.

Bahamut struggled to raise his head. His soul was unaffected but the damage to his body was too severe.

"All dragons, follow the World Tree and attack the enemy."

The dragon's roar resounded throughout the battlefield.