Grand Duke Baloger stood at the edge of the terrace. The towering peaks of the northern mountains were wrapped in hazy clouds and drifting wind and snow, forming a picture in which all boundaries seemed to be blurred. ——In such a vast scenery, even the terrace built with huge rocks is faintly integrated with the sky. It seems that as long as you take a step forward, you can blend into this endless and vast scenery.
A steady and powerful voice came from behind the terrace: "Grand Duke, the Dragon Blood Council has been handed over."
Balogher, the ruler of the Holy Dragon Principality The reporter withdrew his gaze from the distance, turned his head and nodded slightly to Sir Gorosh Hickel, who had just stepped onto the terrace: "Well, thank you for your hard work."
"Has the last moment arrived? "Sir Gorosh Hickel, a tall man with a thick beard, looked at the Dragon-blooded Duke in front of him with a complicated and inexplicable look on his face, "Are you leaving?"
"Finally? The moment is coming soon, and I have to reach the battlefield before then," Grand Duke Baloger's voice was as deep as the mountains, "I can always hear two voices echoing in my mind at the same time, and one of them has begun to weaken. ...It's time to leave. I have been absent from this coming-of-age ceremony for too long."
Sir Gorosh Hickel was silent for two seconds and lowered his head: "...This is you. The mission."
Grand Duke Baloger nodded and did not speak again for a while. Only the howling cold wind blew from the top of the mountain, carrying snow particles from afar. After an unknown amount of time, the dragon-blooded Grand Duke suddenly broke the silence: "More and more young dragonborn are leaving the mountains and going to the human country in the south to seek adventure..."
"The attraction of the new world is huge, and... the instinct to fly is ultimately deeply rooted in the soul of every dragonborn. This cannot be changed by rewriting genes," Sir Gorosh said, " A war has just ended in the human world, and the situation on the entire continent will change next. There will be more opportunities and a wider world... There will definitely be more and more young dragonborn leaving the mountains.
Balogher glanced at the courtier who had been following him for many years, with a smile on his face: "You are different from me. You were also born and raised in the mountains of the Holy Dragon Principality. "Yi', I still remember that you did the feat of jumping off Longyue Cliff when you were young... I didn't expect that so many years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"Yes, many years have passed." Sir Gorosh's always stern face couldn't help but soften a little. He may be recalling the time when he was young, or he may be thinking of his daughter who is living happily in the human world. "You are still so strong and full of vitality. I But I can no longer even glide... But it doesn't matter. I am much luckier than my parents and ancestors in being able to see the changes in this world in my lifetime."
Another time. The mountain wind blew from afar. Grand Duke Baloger glanced at the far north, through the hazy clouds., he seemed to be able to see the magnificent eternal storm swirling on the vast sea, and the huge cloud wall blocking the continent of Loren and Tallond like a peerless barrier. He took a deep breath of cold air and said as if to himself: "The time has come."
"I wish you a safe journey," Sir Gorosh lowered his head and said in the most solemn tone of his life. , "From now on, dragonborn can call themselves dragons."
A gust of wind suddenly swept across the terrace made of boulders, and the pressure of the dragon came from the wind, and it rose up in the wind. The surge of magic rushed into the sky, and Sir Gorosh kept his head lowered in the wind until he heard a low and majestic voice coming from the distant sky: "Raise your heads, you are dragons yourself!"< /p>
A huge white dragon shadow rushed into the clouds from the highest point of Longlin Castle. Almost all the thousands of dragon descendants living around Longlin Castle saw this unprecedented scene - they saw When the dragon's wings whipped up strong winds, and the snow on the mountains swept around him, the magic in the sky changed its direction, and even the clouds outlined a pale silver trajectory pointing to the far north.
Countless pairs of eyes looked to the sky from the mountains and river valleys of the Holy Dragon Principality. The dragonborn looked at the giant dragon hovering in the clouds in astonishment and even some fear - that was a real dragon. With a body of nearly 100 meters, strong limbs, and complete wings, that is definitely not a defective dragon born with deformity and weakness. In the countless years of history of the Holy Dragon Principality, no dragon born has ever seen a real dragon appear with his own eyes. The sky above your head.
Is this good news? Is this a bad sign? Is this a signal from the dragon's hometown? Or just a passerby?
No one recognized that it was the Dragon-Blooded Duke who had ruled this land for countless years. In the panic-stricken sight of the dragonborn, the silver-white dragon circled the highest point of the Holy Dragon Principality. The peak circled for several times, then raised its head and rushed towards the northern horizon.
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The dragon of chaos that covers the sky occupies the sky. The undulating clouds and mists, mutated flesh and blood, crystallized bone spurs and blood-stained weapons constitute His body. Terrifying bodies measuring kilometers, this terrifying existence is beyond the understanding of mortals and even beyond the explanation of natural phenomena. It is galloping over the vast continent of Tallond with an irrational, pure anger and destructive behavior. The gesture spread beams of destruction and brimstone fire across the land.
The sky during the extreme daylight period has been obscured by billowing smoke, and the giant sun that originally would not set for half a year has also been blocked by the "night curtain" created by the Dragon of Chaos. Under the dim skylight, Scorching black clouds hang low to the sea, and thick lightning strikes all the peaks and plains on the continent -
At the edge of Tallond, the chaotic gravity has torn apart more than half of the Along the coastline, the earth curled up into the sky, turning into fragmented giant islands floating in the sky in a shape that violated the laws of nature; in the hinterland of the continent, the out-of-control power of the gods created a terrifying rift leading to the elemental world. The material world and the elemental worldThe elemental realms penetrate each other, and the volcanic flames and surging ice continue to reshape everything on the earth; in the sky, a door to the Shadow Realm is forcibly torn open, accompanied by every roar of the Dragon of Chaos , black lightning poured out from the gate, tearing apart the glorious city of the past and the continuous factories and temples.
Everything accumulated on this continent in the past 1.87 million years has dissipated like dust, and the glorious but musty dragon civilization is being sheltered by its former The towering buildings, the giant network of pipes connecting the city, the factory facilities that were once used to support the huge population of the Dragon Clan... were all shattered by the out-of-control gravity storm, elemental erosion and space rifts.
In this apocalyptic scene, countless giant dragons rushed into the sky like a tide, biting the dragon of chaos like cold, ruthless, bloodless and tearless machines. The missile groups launched from deep underground and offshore areas repeatedly created a sea of fire on the latter's body. Every minute and every second, large tracts of "sand dust" would fall from high altitudes in the sky of Tallond. Those "sand dust" are the remains of the dragon that turned to ashes, the steel weapons made by Omega, and the body fragments of the Dragon of Chaos that are constantly weakening.
This is a doomsday bloody battle, and this bloody battle has lasted for an unknown period of time.
Deep underground in Tallond, a high-speed silver-white train crashed through the protected tunnels. The train carried mechanical weapons and ammunition supplies ready for the next battle; ancient calculations The center is buzzing, constantly calculating the firepower arrangements for the next second and the remaining number of dragon regiments; the underground furnaces and doomsday factories are running around the clock, converting steel ingots into new weapons, or recycling recycled materials on the battlefield. The dragon that was still able to "repair" repaired itself and returned to the battle.
And in the deepest part of this underground iron kingdom, the core of Omega is running non-stop, running calmly and efficiently - without any reverence for gods or for a certain person. Compassion for flesh and blood.
As a machine, the core instructions left by its creators in the deepest part of it are above all else. Driven by this core instruction, it performs its last task, just like in the past. Like countless machines that have commanded Tallond for more than a million years, they command the dragon legions and the ubiquitous ancient forts.
The number of legions and forts is constantly decreasing, but according to Omega's precise calculations, victory will eventually belong to them.
The "Dragon of Chaos" that was like a natural disaster has weakened. More importantly, he has broken the chain of faith with mortals and lost the power of divinity. He is still worse than All creatures in this world are stronger, but also weaker than itself at any stage in history, and those dragons who were once "believers"... Every time they attack the Dragon of Chaos, Literally destroy the power the latter uses to sustain itself.
In TallondOn the west side, in a mine deep underground, the attack from the gods had just penetrated the last steel plate of the defense.
A silver-white metal dome was destroyed. However, as far as Omega is concerned... it only lost one insignificant node. There are thousands of similar nodes distributed throughout the Tallond is even scattered throughout the nearby seafloor.
A heat wave is surging in the underground base, and the flames are spreading along all the pipes and passages. The sea gate in the distance has been opened, and the roar of sea water pouring back into the mine is like thunder.
The silver-white egg-shaped device that had just been destroyed lay quietly in the center of the base that was about to be submerged by seawater. Its shell had cracked, and a large number of sparks were jumping between its main body and the nearby wall. In front of the pillar closest to it, some seriously disordered characters are jumping, showing a brief thought that Omega made before this node was destroyed:
"The meaning of life... lies in continuation." Themselves...
"The creators...choose to destroy themselves...
"Contradiction...error...lack of logic...
"Error, error , Error..."
The jumping red characters were particularly dazzling in the depths of the base, which was gradually dimming. The weak alarm sound was lost in the roaring seawater and the loud noises of explosions in various facilities. With a thunderous sound, the last isolation door was opened by the raging sea water, and immeasurable cold water poured into the depths of the mine, swallowing up the Omega node and its remaining thinking fragments.
Across Tallond, among the thousands of silver-white dome devices, Omega's thinking is still going on, and this bloody battle... is still going on.
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The former headquarters of the Dragon Clan Council, the mountain city of Argondor, has been completely destroyed. The powerful gravity storm shattered the once majestic mountains, destroying everything on the mountains and The cities at the foot of the mountain rolled up together.
A huge building rolled in the uncontrolled gravity environment. It had a magnificent transparent shell, and the whole looked like an ellipsoid like a nest or a giant egg. At the edge of the building, there was still some energy left in the huge neon device, and the flickering characters pieced together an incomplete word: XX Arena
A huge black limb suddenly emerged from the sky. Hanging down in the clouds, the limb split the arena building in two like a sickle. Amidst the successive big explosions, a golden figure rushed out from under the cover of the building's remains, spitting out scorching hot energy toward the surface of the huge limb. Raging flames and powerful lightning, then dodged aside in a thrilling manner
This is a golden dragon. He is stronger and larger than most dragons, and his body is hundreds of meters long. With the brilliance of ancient runes, various characteristics on its body show that this golden dragon once had an extraordinary status in the dragon society - but at this moment, he and other people on the battlefieldJust like the dragons, those huge eyes had lost their original emotion, leaving only a machine-like cold sight.
The fierce battle was in full swing, but suddenly, the golden dragon stopped.
His eyes seemed to have regained a little emotion, and driven by this emotion, he raised his head. He saw the dragon of chaos entrenched in the sky making a crazy and chaotic roar, and the low and dark clouds. Lilac lightning surged in the room, and the body of the Dragon of Chaos was covered with cracks, with light shining in the cracks - this was like some kind of critical point, indicating that this bloody battle had reached the final stage.
A powerful aura quickly approached from the other direction, and a huge body almost the same size as the golden dragon rushed out of the smoke. This was an extremely old dragon - he once Maybe it's a black dragon, but the long years and deep transformation have turned almost all of his scales into gray-white. A large number of implants and modified structures visible to the naked eye are spread all over his body, which makes him hardly look like a piece of flesh and blood. The dragon clan with a body is like a pile of flying steel.
"Heragor!" The old dragon spoke, his deep voice like thunder, "Quick! We won't be awake for long!"
Hearing the old friend Shouting, the golden dragon Heragor couldn't help but look at the "head" of the Chaos Dragon, as if trying to find a familiar sight in the crazy and chaotic material, but he found nothing. .
The urging voice of the old dragon came from the side again: "Hurry! Balogl is almost here!"
Heragore withdrew his gaze to the sky. , driven by the newly rebuilt self-awareness, he resisted the feeling of loss of control deep in his heart that seemed to tear apart his soul, and then without hesitation, he turned around and rushed towards the distant sea together with the old gray-white dragon.