I, The Dragon Overlord

"Senior!"

The Chinese general shouted in surprise. He exchanged a glance with the Russian general beside him and hurriedly stepped forward as if they were ancient officials welcoming an emperor.

The entire camp was silent; no soldier dared to speak. At the front of the camp stood an elderly man dressed in Ming Dynasty attire, smiling warmly. He had white hair but a youthful face, wore a jade pendant at his waist, and stood straight. Despite his apparent advanced age, he showed no signs of frailty; instead, he radiated vitality.

Next to him were two other elderly men, both thin and frail-looking. One was dressed in the traditional robes of an ancient Japanese priest, with a style reminiscent of the Tang Dynasty. His expression was cold and stern, evoking the sharpness of metal. The other was dressed simply in coarse cloth and had a kind, gentle face.

Accompanying these three elders was a young woman, appearing to be in her early twenties. She wore a black nun’s habit but had a mature and kindly aura about her—she was Sister Mirda from the Christian faith.

This odd combination of three elders and one young woman looked strange but was, in fact, a team of extraordinary individuals. By now, their names were known across the entire world.

"Seniors, you’ve finally arrived!"

The Chinese general breathed a sigh of relief. Though this general was in his fifties, he knew that he was no more than a child in the presence of these elders. These elders were true superhumans, so he became even more respectful in tone and demeanor.

The Russian general beside him also grinned from ear to ear, with a hint of flattery. Inwardly, however, he felt bitter, wondering why Russia had no ancient legends or angelic figures to rely on.

In truth, Russia had its own mythology—the Slavic pantheon, which once thrived in what is now Poland, Russia, Belarus, and other regions. There were great gods like Perun and Veles. However, modern Russia followed the Eastern Orthodox Church, and Slavic mythology faded into obscurity. Moreover, during the Soviet era, anything related to religion had been eradicated, leaving no trace of those mythological traditions.

The Russian general’s mood grew even gloomier at this thought.

Even the leader of North Korea stepped out, who usually shouted and jumped about on the world stage, was like a well-behaved schoolboy standing in detention, with a goofy grin and an obedient stance.

He thought about North Korea’s mythological history and wondered if it would be better to follow his southern relatives and fully integrate his country into the Chinese cultural sphere. If you can’t beat them, join them—this was the truth!

"Haha, you think I came late?"

The white-haired but youthful-looking elder chuckled, his voice refined and gentle.

"Not at all, not at all!" The general quickly replied, lowering his posture. "We are just fortunate that you decided to intervene."

The general spoke with genuine sincerity.

The Russian general nodded in agreement.

Both of them loved their soldiers like their children. They knew that sending their troops into urban warfare against those horrific creatures would result in immense casualties. While their troops were fearless and willing to sacrifice for their country, and to protect humanity and the planet, sending flesh and blood into close combat with such creatures was a grim prospect.

Now, with these superhumans preparing to act, even if the problem wasn’t fully solved, it would at least become more manageable.

"You shouldn’t blame me," said the old immortal. "For years, that country has been riddled with chaotic beliefs, filled with cults and disorderly conduct. It had long become a breeding ground for evil gods. The accumulation of evil energy over the years led to this situation. If we intervened earlier, the energy would have simply been suppressed, only to cause another godly descent in the future."

"…Now, it’s better to let this chaos run its course. Once the evil energy has been fully released, as long as the people embrace true faith and righteousness, there will be no future visits from evil gods. Hopefully, they learn from this disaster."

The old priest sighed, like a scholar pleading for the people, his words filled with emotion and conviction.

"After this, South Korea will undoubtedly embrace true faith and won’t let such a tragedy occur again," the general added with a sigh. After experiencing this catastrophe, South Korea would return to righteous belief and abandon the false gods.

As the general looked again at the old immortal, a thought crossed his mind: Could it be that the old immortal had planned all this? South Korea was part of the Chinese cultural sphere, and after this, they would naturally return to its embrace. There was no way they would turn to Western faiths amidst their hostile surroundings.

As he thought further, the general realized that the old immortal had masterfully orchestrated a grand strategy. Without a word, he had gained the faith of an entire country, greatly enhancing the power of Eastern belief systems. Was this the game of the superhumans?

He glanced again at the group—whether priest or monk, they were all part of the Chinese cultural sphere.

The more the general thought about it, the more convinced he became. A cold sweat formed on his brow, and he quickly pushed away such thoughts.

"Sir," Sister Mirda interrupted, "I know that South Korea is like Sodom and Gomorrah, deserving of divine judgment. But since the Lord has not yet sent fire and brimstone, it means there are still innocent people there. Every second we delay could cost more innocent lives."

Seeing the old priest still chatting with the general, Sister Mirda hurriedly spoke up.

"You’re a kind girl," the old immortal smiled and shook his head. "Alright then, since you’re urging us, let’s go."

Sister Milda smiled in relief. "Thank you for your understanding."

Seeing this exchange, the generals of China and Russia, as well as the North Korean leader, all had thoughtful expressions.

Though Sister Mirda appeared young—her real age was likely over ninety—compared to these seasoned political leaders, she seemed a bit naive.

In contrast, the old immortal, monk, and priest displayed deep wisdom, with an almost divine detachment. Common human ethics didn’t bind their morality; they pursued neither good nor evil but simply followed a higher sense of order. Meanwhile, the evil gods represented pure chaos.

These superhumans seemed to operate under a simple code: Order versus Chaos, rather than the more familiar dichotomy of good and evil.

Despite Sister Mirda’s youthful idealism, to the humans present, her compassionate and humane approach was far more relatable than the god-like aloofness of the other superhumans.