Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Fias didn't even lift its head, speaking in an indifferent tone, "If those humans had just honestly minded their own business mining underground, nothing would have happened. But they insisted on meddling with the Lava Core of this mountain."

"I had specifically set up a protective barrier around the Lava Core to prevent anyone from interfering with the geothermal energy while I was in hibernation."

"Those people activated the barrier, and the Heartfire attached to it counterattacked. As a result, none of them survived..." Fias's nonchalant explanation made it sound as if it had merely stepped on a few ants.

"Speaking of which, those humans were far inferior to you. The Heartfire has been there for thousands of years, and there wasn't much energy left. When I woke up, they had all perished due to soul incineration."

John didn't continue the topic. 

From Fias's words, he could tell that the obliteration of that faction was indeed self-inflicted. 

Exploring high-level secret realms, daring to activate ancient barriers without any understanding - that was basically asking for trouble.

Even if Fias was a peaceful creature, it had no guilt about killing a few humans. 

After all, it was a demigod-level dragon, standing at the top of the food chain. 

Even though Fias didn't have the brutality typical of dragons, it wouldn't stake its safety on a few insignificant humans.

To be honest, even John didn't care. 

What did the lives of these native NPC humans have to do with him? 

The only reason he brought up the topic was out of curiosity.

John propped his cheeks with both hands, no longer speaking. 

Fias, on the other hand, was continually deconstructing Orders within the Abyssal Prison, trying to break free from the Abyssal Prison's restraints with its power.

After a long while, John was almost falling asleep, when Fias finally chose to give up in frustration, "I concede. This Abyssal Prison of yours is even more formidable than the one in the Abyss managed by the prison warden."

"I've been deconstructing for so long, yet I still can't find any clues."

John cracked a small smile and waved his hand lightly, causing the Abyssal Prison to dissipate. 

He could see the unwillingness in Fias's eyes, but it was evident that aside from admitting defeat, Fias had no other solution.

"Satisfied now?" John asked.

Fias huffed, "How could I be satisfied? When I've recovered from my injuries, we'll compete again the next time we meet."

John rubbed his forehead helplessly. 

The dragon was already panting from exhaustion, but it still refused to give in verbally. 

The hard-headedness of dragons was legendary indeed, and Fias was no exception.

John glanced at it, asking softly, "Your chest injury, it hasn't healed even after ten thousand years?"

Fias shook its head, its expression gloomy, "The external wounds have long since healed, but the force of The Devil inside me lingers, refusing to leave. Even with the pure Geothermal Energy here, washing over my body time and time again, the effects are minimal..."

John thought for a moment and then said, "If you don't mind, I could give it a try..."

Fias suddenly lifted its huge head, golden eyes fixed intently on John, "You can help me remove The Devil's force from within me?"

John answered nonchalantly, "We could give it a shot. Anyway, you have no other options right now. The only catch is that the healing process requires physical contact. It's up to you if you're willing to let me get close."

Fias let out a long, lonely howl, its eyes full of desolation. "What more do I have to lose? With your strength, if you really have any ill intentions toward me, I probably couldn't stop you even if I didn't agree, could I?"

John remained silent, a smile playing on his lips.

Looking at him, Fias said softly, "We've been talking for a while now, there should be some basic trust between us. Go ahead, do your best..."

The divine battle of ten thousand years ago. Fias had only taken two hits from The Devil Azazel. The first slap left it with broken, once proud fangs. The second landed on its chest, leaving a wound that hadn't healed for a full ten thousand years.

For ten thousand years, Fias had stayed in the Twin Volcano, using the pure Geothermal Energy underground in an attempt to heal the severe chest wound, but to no avail.

It longed to return to its peak state, to regain its dignity in the next war. The indifference in Azazel's eyes when he struck, as if looking at a mere ant, Fias had never forgotten.

To seek revenge, it first needed to heal its injuries and return to its peak state. 

Now, this human before it claimed to have a method to help it heal. 

Even if it meant taking certain risks, Fias was willing.

John shifted slightly, his body floating forward in mid-air. 

He soon reached Fias's chest. 

Only upon getting closer did he realize that Fias's chest was indeed different from the rest of its body. 

The scales were entirely destroyed, and a ball of black energy lingered there, seemingly corrupting Fias's flesh.

The energy was slowly flowing, giving the impression of rotting Fias's flesh. 

Other red energy roaming around its body would be consumed by the black energy if it wandered too close.

"This is the power of The Devil, the most chaotic and evil divine power. 

If my lord hadn't returned to the Divine Realm at that time and used his divine power to cleanse my body, I would have been corrupted by The Devil's power and become a vassal of the Abyss by now..." Fias's bitter voice echoed over John's head.

John rolled his eyes, retorting, "Stop talking for a while. You're too close and it's giving me a headache."

Fias: "..."

This was about the potential healing of its body, so Fias was particularly obedient at this time. 

When John told it to be quiet, it obediently shut its mouth. 

John extended one hand, placing it over the wound. 

Maybe for Fias, that wound was just a tiny part of its body, but in John's view, the wound had a radius of more than ten meters. 

After all, this dragon was a kilometer long...

Right in the center of the wound, there was a clear, massive handprint. 

The black energy attached to the wound originated from that handprint. 

John took a deep breath, closing his eyes. 

The moment his hand made contact, the previously sluggish black energy seemed to suddenly come alive, rapidly moving towards the location of John's palm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's working! It's actually working! I can feel the evil force of The Devil fading away from my body!" Fias's excited voice rang out again. 

At such close range, it was thunderously loud. 

John kept a poker face, tersely saying two words: "Shut it!"

Fias awkwardly closed its mouth, but the excitement in its golden eyes could not be dissipated. 

It had been ten thousand years! 

The wound that had plagued it for ten thousand years was eradicated in one fell swoop. How could it not be excited?

After a while, John retracted his hand. 

All the black energy at the wound had disappeared. 

As the force of The Devil was extracted from Fias's body, the dragon's aura rapidly rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. 

It was clear that Fias had used a large part of its internal strength to suppress the force of The Devil in its wound.

John put his hands behind his back and flew back to his original position. 

At this moment, the dragon was like a person reborn, its eyes brimming with uncontainable joy.

"I've removed all the force of The Devil for you. All you need to do now is rest for a while." Fias nodded vigorously, accidentally stirring up a gust of wind in the process.

John: "..."

"Thank you, you really are a good person!" Fias's words made John feel odd. 

This was the second "good guy card" he'd received in the Godslayer game. 

The last person to say that to him was Isabella from the Dawn Breeze Auction House...

Fias looked deeply at John: "You are a man of many secrets. I can't see through them, but I know in the next war to come, you will shine..."

After a pause, Fias suddenly opened its mouth and slowly exhaled a red crystal enveloped in flames. The crystal floated in front of John, clear and dazzling. John looked up somewhat puzzled.

Fias said with a smile, "We dragons have never been ones to owe others. This is my origin Dragon Crystal, the most precious gift I can offer at this moment. I hope you will accept it."

John held out his hand, and the red Dragon Crystal slowly fell into his palm.

[Dragon Crystal (Fire type) (Demigod Level item): A gift from the dragon, formed by the dragon's origin power. Very rare, only players who have won deep friendship with a dragon can get this gift. It can be used to create jewelry and weapons, and can also be embedded. Different types of Dragon Crystals have different abilities...]

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John raised an eyebrow.

What was a Demigod Level item? 

According to the official game information, the highest quality of equipment and items was, of course, the Divine Level, followed by the Legendary Level. 

He had never heard of a Demigod Level.

John thought for a moment. 

The so-called Demigod Level should be somewhere between the Legendary Level and the Divine Level. 

It corresponded perfectly to Fias's power level.

"Well, then I won't stand on ceremony," John said lightly, then put the Dragon Crystal directly into his backpack. 

He couldn't use it, but it would be quite nice to create a pendant for Emma...

Just as John was about to speak, he seemed to sense something. 

He turned his head sharply and saw Emma, who was quietly floating in the magma, suddenly radiating a dazzling red light. 

Clearly, her Class Change Quest was about to be completed.