The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

"Damn it... I knew it... those damn planners never had good intentions..."

Luo Yan: "..."

Not far away, there was another sound of rubble shifting, and Thanos appeared, disheveled, pushing away the ruins to stand up.

With that pathetic look, Luo Yan couldn't tell for a moment whether this guy was genuinely caught off guard or just acting on the spot.

"Lord Demon King! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Looking at Thanos' concerned expression, Luo Yan replied indifferently, then turned his gaze to Bransia, who was standing unsteadily supported by black vines.

Just now, she had used vines to reinforce the rock wall but had possibly neglected her own defense in the process. She was hit in the chest, tearing a large snow-white patch in her black dress, which was soon sewn up with tiny thorns.

"Your Majesty... could you please warn me next time you unleash such divine power, to give me a little preparation." Bransia looked at Luo Yan with a resentful glance, elegantly curtsying as she spoke.

"I said it wasn't me."

Whether or not the two boneheads believed him, Luo Yan left them with those words, then instructed them to do their best to rescue the survivors from the explosion's aftermath, before urging the now-stiff Alakdo beneath him to move towards the center of Assam City.

The Lizardmen's constitution was impressive, and the Armored Dragon Clan was particularly strong in defense, so there were unexpectedly quite a few survivors.

Many who had been hurled over ten meters away and slammed hard against walls could still move after a shake, unlike humans, who would definitely have been done for.

However, as Luo Yan moved closer to the city center, the surviving Lizardmen became fewer and fewer. Nearing the explosion's epicenter, he found only one unconscious Lizardman lying in the devastated street, surrounded by bloody, mutilated corpses mixed with rubble and tiles.

That guy, holding onto his Bone Staff, surprisingly still had a breath left, likely protected by some sort of magic item.

Since he had further questions to ask later, Luo Yan casually cast a Healing Technique to pull him back from the brink of death.

Looking at the Demon King riding on the spider's back, High Priest Zel Tua stood speechless, his mouth agape, and then trembling, knelt on the ground.

"Greetings... True Dragon Majesty."

"Call me Demon King."

With a disdainful glance at this spineless fellow, Luo Yan patted Alakdo's head, stopping the silly spider from losing control at the sight of insects, and signaled it to continue forward.

The explosion's center had been carved into a sunken pit, like the crater of a dead volcano.

Through layers of mist and jagged stones, Luo Yan finally reached the exact spot where the palace had fallen, and what he saw left him momentarily frozen.

In the center of the impact crater, a silver-white, spindle-shaped structure, about a dozen meters long, lay quietly embedded in the granite rubble.

Its shell was made of some unknown metal, reflecting an eerie silver light in the fire, neither bronze nor steel... unlike any material this era was supposed to possess.

What was even more bizarre was that after such a violent impact, there wasn't a single scratch on its surface!

What astounded him even more—

He couldn't sense even the slightest fluctuation of magic elements from it!

"... This doesn't seem like something from the Par Family's heritage."

Luo Yan murmured, turning to jump off Alakdo's back, stepping into the slowly burning flames, and approached that silver-white structure, incongruous with its surroundings.

The minimalist structure clashed with the surrounding broken stone pillars and fragmented dragon-patterned reliefs. This thing was definitely not something the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom, still dabbling with bronze tools and stones, could produce!

Sarah trailed closely behind Luo Yan, casting a wary glance at the silver structure, her right hand gripping a dagger, ready to draw at any time.

However, unlike Sarah, Luo Yan's eyes showed little apprehension, only an unspeakable sense of shock and excitement.

He reached out his right hand, gently touching the silver-white metal, surprisingly feeling a coolness distinctly different from its surroundings.

"What on earth... is this thing?"

As soon as he spoke, a deep voice in Dragon Language came from before him—

"Identity scanning in progress... Verification failed..."

Luo Yan: "..."

Verification failed, indeed.

For a moment, Luo Yan didn't know whether to be shocked by the Dragon Language echoing in his ears or the shockingly impactful reality before him.

Although he didn't know what this thing's function was, all the signs seemed to suggest—

The legendary Dragon God might actually be an alien visitor?!

And possibly from some highly technological civilization!

The massive amount of information was hard for him to digest, but when he thought of Linte Isaac's identity as a transmigrator, the sudden appearance of an alien didn't seem so hard to accept anymore.

Just as Luo Yan pondered how to open the "giant egg" before him, a quivering voice suddenly came from behind.

It was the old Lizardman he had just saved, hobbling towards him and extending the Bone Staff in his hand.

"Your, Your Majesty..."

"Try this."