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Meanwhile, on the backside of the dragon statue's head, Azmodeus was zooming past countless civilizations and worlds while making his way to the very top of the head.
He saw many unique worlds and dimensions attached to this enormous dragon, and from what he could tell, all of the organisms, whether human, beastkin, dragon, or whatever, were all completely unaware of the grandiose statue they were living on.
Everything within this universe-like dragon structure was extremely diverse and unusual, as there were even a few cultivation systems set up in worlds comprised of nothing but trees the size of galaxies.
There were also worlds that were filled with vast, endless arid deserts where the main race were these world-sized worms that stood on two feet and lived in vibrant and spiritually advanced cities the size of large galaxies.
The number of mysterious and wondrous things that made up every fiber of hair on this dragon left for quite an interesting subject for Azmodeus, who was watching it all pass him by at speeds that were beginning to surpass the very essence of what speed was classified as.
He was scaling galaxy-sized structures like they were nothing, all while leisurely looking at the plethora of exceptional things that came together in an unbelievable way to make up the territory of the Dragon Land Alliance.
Nevertheless, after a few minutes of wandering around the multitude of independent civilizations and vibrant worlds, he and all his clones found themselves in front of what appeared to be some sort of ship over 100 sextillion miles in length.
The ship could be considered oblong, making it longer than it was wide, and at the front of this ship, there was a figurehead that depicted a gold and black dragon oozing magnificence, as every inch of it was carved out in such a way that even the olden blacksmith gods would be dying of envy.
It was a Western-style dragon and seemed to follow the same pattern as the rest of the ship. This was further solidified when one was able to see the legs of this golden-black dragon cover both sides of this giant ship.
This 'ship' was absurdly big, and with such size, from the masts all the way down to the deck and bulkhead, it was used to house the galaxy-sized living areas of the highest-ranking leaders of the Dragon Land Alliance.
"To think this ship was able to run so far away from me…" Azmodeus softly murmured while observing the giant Lunar Ascendancy Realm dragons go about their business while in their full-sized dragon forms.
The truth was that this wasn't the first time he had seen this ship firsthand, and it wasn't the second or third time either…
He had caught wind of the Dragon Land Alliance Headquarters from a few informants of the Ice Goddess Sect Allies, but somehow, whenever he neared the 'Black Dragon God Ship', the Dragon Land Alliance Leaders seemed to already know about his arrival beforehand.
And because of what the Crimson Devil Lord assumed to be a betrayal of the Ice Goddess Sect allies, this ship was always able to leap through space, effectively escaping his grasp every single time.
However, this time was different, as his power had taken an insane boost while the traitors were being 'dealt with' by his other Primordial Essence Clone.
This was to say that the Dragon Land apex leaders had no clue about him being right on their doorsteps, and it was quite likely that they were so relaxed that their innate lust was getting the best of them inside that large turtle shell of theirs.
"..." Azmodeus turned his crimson-eyed gaze across countless Half-Step and 1st Stage Lunar Ascendancy Realm Dragons as his eyes narrowed before a long, sleek black blade was conjured in the hands of him and all his clones.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to bunt a wooden toy ship like this one, so why don't we dull these sharp edges a little bit?"
Following his sardonic words, he used his control over Qi in order to alter the aspects of the swords he and his clones were holding onto, ultimately resulting in the Late-Comet Rank Swords having their deathly sharp edges reduced to a dullness that would make it impossible to cut anything.
However, it was after this action was accomplished that he had another idea…
"I've been using swords a lot as of late, but why don't I try using something different…?"
He looked down at the dull-edged blades and decided to transfigure them once more, resulting in their edges being transformed into a cylinder shape as the once sleek black and gold swords morphed into objects akin to the hardest of baseball bats.
"This should work quite well for what I plan to do with them."
After these words resounded, Azmodeus finally moved from his spot. In fact, he and all his other clones shot out in different directions, getting into what appeared to be a globe formation.
The reason for this specific formation set up was because…
WHAAAAAM!
An ear-deafening whacking sound echoed out as the backside of the galaxy-sized ship exploded outward, resulting in the ship shooting forward at ludicrous degrees of speed!
And the catalyst for such a sudden action was a fallen immortal-like man standing upright with a black bat in hand.
He had a slight smirk plastered on his face as he watched the ship and all its inhabitants get jolted toward one of his Mirror Mirage's with overwhelming force!
However, this was where the bats really came into the equation, as the Mirror Mirage on a direct collision course with this ship had his smile widen before he lifted his bat into the air and got into a proper swinging stance.
After which, he waited for the ship's bow to get a little closer to him before a violent swing was made right at the very tip of the figurehead!
BOOOOOOM!!!
A large section of the bow and figurehead blasted off the mainframe of the ship, as it was subsequently hurled in the direction of a few more Mirror Mirage's!
And this time, there were a total of three Mirror Mirage's that hit the ship from a few different sides, causing it to slingshot in a different part of the airspace with large chunks of its infrastructure crumbling and breaking apart, killing millions of high-ranking figures in the process.
A few bright lights flashed in front of Azmodeus's main body's vision as he watched all his clones bunt the large-galaxy-sized ship like some sort of baseball…
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