Chapter 303: Return to the Main Timeline

Garon was unaware of the events unfolding in the depths of the ocean.

Nagakabouros's divine-like power was tied to its soul, which is why even after Garon obliterated its physical form with the Breath of Time Disintegration, it managed to cling to life. However, at this point, all the demigods believed Nagakabouros to be dead.

As for Nagakabouros, which was currently hunting creatures to recover its strength,

considering the vastness of the ocean, even if all the demigods of Valoran were to be thrown into it, there would still be room to spare. Thus, locating it in the deep sea was no easy task.

At this time, in Valoran.

The region known as Freljord, where Garon and Volibear, along with their brothers, resided, was engulfed in a blizzard.

The biting, howling winds and the thick falling snow filled the sky.

In such harsh weather,

Three colossal deities were battling amidst the snowstorm, their terrifying powers tearing the clouds asunder. Instead of the snow reaching the ground, it was replaced by roaring thunderstorms.

A majestic dragon with a wingspan of a kilometer and a length of over six hundred meters stood upright, a colossal bear wrapped in lightning, and a beastly demigod resembling a huge yellow-skinned toad fought fiercely.

Under the combined assault of Garon and Volibear, the toad-like beast's vitality began to wane.

Sensing its weakness, Garon unleashed his time powers to halt everything, including the howling wind and lightning, in place with Time Stop. Volibear, meanwhile, raised his claw, charged with dazzling lightning, and struck down hard.

With a crash that seemed to split heaven and earth, the toad-like beast's head was smashed into pieces, its corrosive blood splattering everywhere, creating pits in the surrounding ground.

"That's the sixth beast."

"Little brother, which beast has lasted against our combined strength?"

"Ha ha, hahaha!"

After killing the beast with a swipe of his paw, Volibear looked up to the sky, roaring with laughter that echoed thunderously. His body gradually shrank, reverting from his divine form to his normal size.

Garon also reverted to his normal form.

The dragon and the bear dismembered the recently slain beast, saving valuable materials to later forge equipment by Ornn.

Volibear pieced the shattered skull back together.

During this time, most of the beasts killed by Garon and Volibear had their skulls taken back to Five Forks Bay, the place created by Volibear's own paw for his followers.

The massive beast skulls served as trophies to showcase their strength.

After resting for a while in the mountains near Five Forks Bay, Garon and Volibear set off again, seeking their next target.

The beasts living in the Freljord gradually fell to the two demigods.

Ornn, Volibear, Anivia, and Garon, this quartet of demigods became increasingly renowned among all the demigods of Valoran. Some intelligent demigods originally living in Freljord, to avoid conflict, willingly left for other regions.

Now, besides beasts, only the four wise demigods remained in the icy world of Freljord.

Additionally, the actions of Garon and Volibear in hunting beasts extensively also reached the ears of other demigods.

Beasts posed a threat to all demigods and were not easily killed, requiring time and effort. They did not understand why Garon and Volibear were so keen on hunting beasts, but the gradual elimination of these creatures was welcomed by the demigods.

As time passed,

Attracted by the power of the demigods and because the dangerous beasts were becoming rarer, more and more primitive intelligent creatures gathered for the protection of the giants. Based on their own nature, they chose to join the forces of different demigods, which then unified into a single force.

The Church of the Four Gods, also known as the Four Pillars Church,

Its followers had their preferences, but they also revered the four demigods, seen as pillars holding up the sky, knowing the close and harmonious relationship between them.

Meanwhile, the group formed by Garon and others was nicknamed the Four Pillars among the demigods.

In the primitive wilderness of Valoran, the seed known as faith had been sown, destined to grow into a towering tree one day. Many demigods merely observed the action of the Four Pillars Church in sheltering the weak, curious, silent, or disdainful, not understanding their purpose.

"I don't crave faith as much,"

"If there are more followers attracted, guide them to choose your protection. Don't consider faith for me," Garon told Volibear after killing the last beast in the Freljord area.

Volibear nodded, understanding.

During their time together, he had come to understand more about Garon's differences from them, elemental wild gods, knowing Garon spoke the truth.

"However, the Four Pillars Church belongs to us four brothers."

"You will inadvertently gather some faith."

Volibear stated.

Garon nodded slightly, thinking before seriously advising, "Once faith stabilizes in the Freljord area, you and the others shouldn't limit yourselves here. The more faith, the better."

"Look further ahead, turning all intelligent creatures of Valoran into followers is the best outcome."

Hearing Garon's words, Volibear revealed an unrivaled domineering attitude, "You don't have to say it; I plan to do exactly that. The other demigods of this world, aside from us four brothers, can all be enemies!"

"If they hinder our gathering of faith, there's only death for them."

Seeing Volibear as belligerent as ever, Garon smiled slightly, "Faith and transcendental divine power are currently known only to us brothers, but as time goes by, other demigods will inevitably discover the power of faith."

"Before that, they likely won't risk offending the elder brothers to hinder the development of the Four Pillars Church."

"Once they discover it, they probably won't be able to contend with you who possess transcendental divine power."

"By then, if they wish to share in the spoils, let them also join the Four Pillars Church, swearing to revere the elder brothers as the main gods."

Volibear listened to Garon's words, nodding frequently, committing them to memory.

After finishing his advice, Garon hesitated before saying, "Some time ago, Ornn contacted me, saying my equipment was ready."

Volibear was slightly startled.

"That quickly?"

Garon chuckled, "Not quickly, it's been three years."

This marked Garon's sixth year in Valoran. During these three years, his level had increased by one, reaching a length of sixty-two meters, while Volibear and the others showed no significant changes.

"Do you intend to leave?"

Volibear asked after a moment of silence.

Garon nodded, "Now that the last beast of the Freljord area has been killed alongside the elder brothers, it's time for me to return to my people in the main timeline."

Volibear sighed, giving Garon a

 bear hug before letting go and saying, "Little brother, I will always remember you."

Garon's expression darkened, "I'm not dead."

"When I'm free after handling things in the main timeline, it won't be too difficult to occasionally visit the elder brothers."

Volibear laughed, "That's true."

Pausing, he continued, "If you encounter trouble in your world, feel free to use the Time Alliance to call your second brother. I'll show your enemies the fury of a storm capable of shattering everything."

Garon nodded seriously, "Of course, you can also summon me when facing formidable enemies."

After killing Nagakabouros, these three years on Valoran had been peaceful, without any notable anomalies.

Garon's blue world rune, after multiple uses, had formed a deeper connection with him, allowing for more normal usage.

At least, the mishap of accidentally destroying his own home wouldn't happen again.

Garon also paid attention to news of other world runes, but in just three short years, he found nothing. A world rune that doesn't unleash its power is like a stone, too insignificant and hard to detect.

After a while, Garon and Volibear arrived at the Forgehold.

The area surrounding the Forgehold had changed drastically. With the volcano at its center, the surrounding area for dozens of miles was filled with man-made structures. With Ornn's forging techniques, the followers' forging abilities greatly improved, and those with firm faith even gained the power to control flames.

In the architectural cluster of the Hearth-Home stood Ornn's exclusive temple, but there was also a temple for the Church of the Four Gods, with statues of Garon and other demigods.

Tiny creatures came in and out, performing their daily prayers.

Ornn and Volibear could now sense the presence of faith, though they were still a bit away from gaining corresponding transcendental divine power. After all, it had only been three short years, and their influence was limited to Freljord.

But progress reinforced their determination to pursue transcendental divine power.

Entering the Forgehold, Ornn was as usual hammering away, forging a large shield-like equipment adorned with intricate and Valoran's native magic runes.

Among the brothers, besides Garon, Ornn was the only one with a decent understanding of runes.

To create powerful equipment, magic runes were essential.

Ornn had now mastered the fusion of intricate and magic runes, living up to his reputation as the god of forging.

"Little brother, you've come."

Ornn put aside his work, turned his head towards Garon, and spoke with a calm and gentle gaze.

Garon nodded, "Elder brother, have you finished repairing my Imsk gear?"

Hearing Garon's question, Ornn presented a gleaming golden orb covered in complex patterns, "Yes, your seven pieces of Imsk gear can be fused, and their powers have been enhanced in every aspect after fusion, so I've melded them into one."

"And they can still be separated, allowing you to freely fuse and split them as you wish."

Garon was slightly taken aback.

"Try it."

Ornn suggested.

He tossed the golden orb to Garon.

Garon, with his dragon's gaze reflecting the transformed Imsk gear, knew through his connection with the Imsk gear that it indeed belonged to him.

The silver dragon extended a claw, touching the golden orb flying towards him.

At that moment,

The golden liquid light burst forth, covering Garon's body in a blink, turning his silver scales into a dazzling golden hue, making him resemble a majestic dragon forged from gold.

Countless runes flowed across Garon's golden scales for an instant before vanishing.

At this moment, Garon's appearance resembled the first time he used all seven gears, as if wearing a golden cloak. It was this golden cloak that allowed him to withstand the final remnants of a powerful divine attack, surviving to escape into the time vortex.

"Let's call it the Imsk Holy Armor."

Garon named the fused state of the seven gears aptly.

Moreover, whether because he became a demigod or Ornn's refinements, the Imsk Holy Armor no longer wildly drained his magic as it did initially. His magic still ebbed, but it was constrained to an acceptable level.

As if hearing Garon's thoughts, Ornn explained, "Your equipment previously placed a huge burden on the user. I've modified it a bit, making it more suitable for use now."

Garon raised a claw, curiously inspecting his new golden scales.

He sensed the runes roaming on the scale's surface, allowing him to use the seven gears' powers at will.

Wearing the Imsk Holy Armor, Garon said to Volibear, "Give me a slap."

"Huh? Remember, you asked for this."

Without hesitation, Volibear's paw, charged with formidable power, created a whirlwind in the Forgehold as it struck.

Thud!

A muffled sound emerged from the point of contact between the bear paw and the golden scales.

Numerous runes simultaneously appeared, breaking and merging again.

Garon's body shook, but his scales, which should have shattered under Volibear's power, remained intact. Only at that moment did his magic consumption suddenly surge.

"Excellent armor!"

Volibear exclaimed.

He looked at Ornn and chuckled, "Big brother, make me something similar, will you?"

"The armor you gave me before, I've used it for two years now. I want something new."

Ornn glanced at Volibear and then looked away, shaking his head in refusal, "Not to mention little brother's equipment is very intricate, I don't have the materials to replicate it. Even if I could, I won't give you new armor until you wear out your current one beyond repair."

Hearing Ornn's words, Volibear didn't argue.

Instead, his bear eyes shifted around.

Meanwhile, Garon tested the various abilities of the Imsk Holy Armor, finding that the seven gears' powers hadn't diminished. As Ornn said, they had become stronger.

After inspecting his dazzling new self, Garon nodded in satisfaction.

"With the Imsk Holy Armor, I can fully impersonate a golden dragon now."

Although he didn't think golden scales were prettier than silver, changing scale colors occasionally was a novel experience.

His claw gently turned, and the silhouette of the Imsk Ring of Magic appeared on his wrist.

Injecting time power, the circular time portal slowly formed.

The strange changes in time caught the attention of Ornn and Volibear.

"Is this your time portal?"

Volibear inquired.

Garon nodded, "I use it to travel between different timelines."

Pausing, he added, "Actually, I'd prefer to traverse time and space with my own power, but I'm unable to do so alone for now, hence the need for external assistance."

Even as a demigod, Garon found himself unable to open a time portal with his power alone.

This ability, he felt, might only be attainable after achieving a level of weak divine power.

After a while, Garon thought, and the golden armor receded like water, reforming into a golden orb – the Imsk Holy Armor's vessel.

"Are you leaving?"

Ornn looked at Garon.

Garon nodded slightly.

"You don't

 belong to our world; it's indeed time for you to leave."

"But our brotherhood won't disappear with your departure."

Ornn spoke slowly.

"I will remember this experience in Valoran forever."

"And when I have the ability, I'll visit the elder brothers again."

The silver giant dragon opened its mouth, speaking solemnly.

Afterward, Garon didn't immediately leave the Forgehold.

Anivia, hearing he was departing, quickly arrived.

The gods of the Four Pillars Church gathered, drawing many eyes. The followers of the Hearth-Home looked towards the Forgehold with reverence and worship, as invisible faith flowed towards the demigods.

"Ah, with you gone, I'll be the youngest here again."

Anivia extended her right wing, touching the silver giant dragon's head with a gesture of reluctance.

Garon smiled slightly, "Being the youngest is good, elder brothers will take extra care of you."

Anivia giggled, "You're right, then off you go."

Saying so, Anivia plucked a few feathers from her chest, "Unlike Ornn, I'm not wealthy and don't have much to give you."

Handing the feathers to Garon, Anivia continued, "These are feathers condensed from pure ice, the sharpest cold weapons. Consider them a parting gift; take them."

Garon accepted the ice feathers without refusal.

Anivia also signed a Time Alliance with him, allowing the three demigods to respond to Garon's summons, fighting alongside him across different times and spaces.

"Go on, after returning to your world, remember to think of me."

Anivia said.

Garon nodded seriously, his gaze sweeping over the three demigods, "We shall meet again. By then, I hope each elder brother has acquired sufficient transcendental divine power to become the main gods of Valoran."

After expressing his well wishes, Garon's dragon claw turned pure gold.

Using his territory on the Kala planet as an anchor point, his claw gently turned, and the time portal once again expanded to a diameter large enough for Garon's form.

Under the watchful eyes of the three demigods, the golden dragon stepped through the time portal and vanished from their sight in an instant.

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