The next second.
Along with that single dragon roar, a towering, mountain-like phantom figure suddenly leapt out from Olivia's body, spreading its arms to firmly shield her unconscious form against its chest.
Amid a blaze of brilliant golden-cyan divine radiance.
Vaguely, one could make out that six-meter-tall form, shaped like both dragon and deer, with golden eyes and sharp fangs, a corona of light like a blazing sun upon its head. Lightning, storm winds, and rain surged endlessly around it, while the phantoms of countless living beings knelt and bowed in unison at its side:
"From the One, ten-thousand are born—God of All Things Fertile!"
Though it was not a physical body, that overwhelmingly terrifying aura still pressed down on everyone's heart as heavy as a mountain.
Especially the twelve Deceitful Dream Bishops who had already gathered closely around the gray-white tentacles; they now felt as powerless as weak mortals, not daring to move even a finger.
