The sky in Longgu has always been gloomy, like the last dusk.
How many years has it been since there was no real starlight or morning light in Dragon Valley?
Hundreds of thousands of years? Millions of years? Based on the time flow rate in Longgu, tens of millions of years?
no one knows.
The Dragon Clan is a race that has been forgotten in the long river of time. Humans only know that the Dragon Clan bloodline represents the ultimate violence.
No dragon knows.
The dragon souls in the Dragon Valley are just wandering around in a daze, and they have lost the right to remember the time.
I don’t know about the few living dragons outside the Dragon Valley.
They are either confused, exhausted, or chasing the glory of the past. They have no time to count the years.
Maybe, God knows?
But, is it useful?
The magic sword is used to punish and restrain clan members who make mistakes, but in the current scene, is it a mistake?
"idiot!"
"Roar!!!"
"You are not as ridiculous as me, the king of subjugation."
On the wall of Xingluo City is Dai Tianling, the newly elected Emperor of Xingluo.
There is no hatred, no sorrow, no confusion.
To use a popular saying in Camerone, it lacks a bit of an epic feel.
"I don't know, but it looks similar." The spear appeared in Yang Wudi's hand, and nine soul rings shone behind his head.
It led to more dragon roars!
Just like its owner, no matter how strong and iron-blooded he is, he cannot be an enemy of Camelot in another era.
"Stars!"
"Should we escape, escape to the Noumenon Sect, and escape to other continents? I heard that your Star Luo Empire got a big ship from nowhere and is still trying to communicate with other continents?"
Like a charge, like a return.
Next to him was Xue Xing, who was already sitting in a wheelchair.
There is nothing left of it.
Just fly to the distant starlight!
Until the golden dragon bursts into the battlefield like a meteorite, bringing blood and scales all over the sky;
She is just a witness.
Dragons don't need anyone to remember or miss them. They have carved themselves deeply in the long river of time.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Dragon Valley just disappeared.
The dragons rushed towards the new king standing on the corpse of the old king!
So, how many years has it been?
Dragon, how long has it been since he never flew to the shining stars, soared in the gorgeous sea of stars, and waved his claws towards the stronger ones?
No one answered, no dragon answered.
The dragon's roar is calling and shouting.
There seemed to be a voice coming from the horizon.
The ground was neatly cut open, and the dragon flames were scattered left and right.
Dreamlike colorful lights.
The fallen dragon is no longer a fearsome violent person, but a group of miserable bones that anyone can step on.
When he turned around, he saw another man who had become the king of a subjugated country.
The soul master is supreme, the family is supreme, and the bloodline is supreme. This is what this group of soul masters talk about all the time. They hate Camelot and are hostile to the Paladins.
There are only stars getting closer and closer, and the dragon's roar getting louder and louder.
The dragon roars!
The dragon soul is shouting!
"My guardian!"
Only the roar of dragons fills the sky!
No one needs to answer, and there is no need for a dragon to answer.
There were whispers of fear from the side.
Dragons don't need dragons to stay sane, they only indulge in violence and fighting.
"Roar!!!!"
A dull sound came from under Niu Gao's ferocious helmet.
…
It had no effect, and it didn't even show the sharpness of a normal sword.
"I..." Yang Wudi suddenly paused.
"My destination!"
There was a self-deprecating smile on his face.
"Does the God Realm want to intervene?" Niu Gao loosened his arms, and swords and shields appeared in his hands.
It was a giant black dragon, with colorful stars shining on its scales.
The man in golden armor screamed and disappeared.
Only panic and fear remain.
'If it weren't for soul masters who really cannot lack soul beasts, I'm afraid they would even be hostile to soul beasts.'
There is golden light coming across time.
The seven-colored dragon souls are flying and biting hard, praising the cruelty and solemnity of the ceremony;
It can only passively change its destiny, from a production base to an endless battlefield.
There are also three divine cores.
"It seems like there is nothing to say. You seem to know what you should do now."
The Dragon God looked at the many dragon souls who looked up at him.
Perhaps it is the anger of being despised by humans? Or the panic of being disobeyed by the subjects?
Everyone started to look up.
They are all flying towards that colorful world!
Where is the hometown of the Dragon Clan?
Until all the dragons were exhausted and all bowed their heads.
"Is it the God Realm?" Niu Gao asked.
"We'll see when the time comes. That ship won't be able to hold many people."
He is black, black with dots of colorful stars under the starlight.
It seems to be roaring and roaring.
It seems like the moon, but also like another world.
"My honor! We will pursue you!"
"My legend!"
He is really the king of subjugation, because the Tiandou Empire is gone.
The song ends, the play ends.
And that moment of confusion and doubt made it retreat and panic.
It's just a fake, it doesn't have that kind of confidence, it doesn't have that kind of domineering, and it doesn't know the tradition of the Dragon Clan.
The low voice was like thunder, full of ridicule and disappointment.
"We are coming back——"
The same is true for the Star Luo Empire's declaration of war.
He asked Wuhun Palace for help.
The emperor who is about to die.
Dragon Valley is collapsing.
The long claws of the golden mad dragon pierced through the colorful scales, and the pale silver dragon wings of the giant beast slashed across the frightened head.
Then he became emperor out of nowhere.
Suddenly there was a colorful sphere there.
The giant silver beast recited ancient dragon poems, dominating the diffuse elements and flowing light.
"coming."
But it was just a lance.
But it did not participate in the war, it just floated like this, watching the battlefield below.
Then it gradually turns red, and the dragon body gradually solidifies.
It is the dragon-slaying knife that the Wuhun Palace and the Soul Beast have not found for a long time.
The colorful monster with its head held high on the ground was finally no longer silent.
At least that's what Dai Tianling thinks. He tried hard to communicate with Camelot.
War is never unreasonable, and it is never up to the one who started it to decide when to stop.
"From now on, the Dragon Clan will be left to you."
It's like a war, a ceremony.
"Here comes the knife!"
It is a battlefield.
On the airship, Yang Wudi and Niu Gao crossed their arms and looked at the fight below indifferently under their ferocious helmets.
Just soar!
He was originally a branch of the White Tiger family, so theoretically, the Xingluo throne should never be with him in his lifetime.
He notified the Noumenon Sect in accordance with the covenant, and the Noumenon Sect sent a bunch of soul masters.
The dragon soul is shouting!
That was the last voice belonging to the dragon clan.
Dai Tianling thought so.
But now it's not.
The dragon roars!
The dragon soul is flying.
There's really no need to intervene.
The endless sound of the Dragon Valley.
There is no condescension in the laughter, only domineering and unquestionable.
The sky full of stars suddenly fluctuated violently, and a huge and illusory dragon head was revealed.
No need for burial!
They don't care about bones and remains!
Just follow the thrown starlight and charge!
"How dare you!"
A supreme war, a coronation ceremony!
The moment the dragon flames spewed out from the monster's mouth, it suddenly fell down!
The ground with broken bones suddenly glowed with light.
The power of the dragon is mighty!
There was no dragon roar in the Dragon Valley, only the bowed dragon soul and the sudden laughter.
According to the tradition of the Dragon Clan, the identity of the person being challenged does not matter! He only needs to be a strong one!
Charge towards the stronger one and wave your claws towards the stronger one!
It is the shining star, the horn of angels destroying the world, and the flag of knights charging.
It is not the true leader of the dragon clan, nor the god who truly subdues violent races with his fists.
Time, space, stars.
The endless colors soared and sang loudly, interpreting the rage and courage of the dragon clan.
Yang Wudi suddenly raised his head, lacking an epic feeling.
The dragon is faster than the sound.
"Roar--!!!"
A living dragon!
But it is followed by thousands of troops!
That was also the last cry of the dragon clan.
In the boundless night sky, there is a huge war beast floating.
But God will not specifically tell the people who need to know this length of time, it is just something they can talk about after dinner.
The world suddenly shook. Everyone on the battlefield, on the city wall, and on the airship began to shake.
Yang Wudi didn't reply, he knew what Niu Gao was talking about.
They only yearn for a wider world and more beautiful stars!
No need to remember, no need for lingering and long-lasting love!
The heaven and earth are shaking, the planet is shaking!
…
Then the stars were reflected in his eyes, and the knight was reflected.
Like rain, like weaving.
The dragon roars!
The pride of the Dragon Clan is shouting!
It is not surprising, how could the false leader of the Dragon Clan fall into the hands of the rebels?
The strong wind brought words, which answered the doubts and questions in the eyes of the colorful fake objects.
"The coronation ceremony is not within the jurisdiction of the sword!"
God must know, and must have recorded how the gods defeated the rebellious people.
It will not change due to the death of the emperor who declared war, it will only ruthlessly drag the already chaotic empire to continue running wildly.
Maybe it's tradition. People on the mainland are always used to soldiers fighting against soldiers, generals against generals, and soul masters against soul masters.
It really is light, blue starlight.
The giant dragon's brown scales fell off like a mountain, and its blood flowed like a stream, but he still waved his long tail towards the so-called magic sword.
Wuhundian's reply was that they were preparing for the Noumenon Sect and had no time.
Behind it are endless groups of dragons!
Like fire, like shooting stars.
Accompanied by laughter that resounded throughout the world.
--avalanche.
The colorful halo roared crazily as it marched, composing the bloodshed and grandeur of war;
Yes and no.
Even though it still has power and madness, it has already reached the end of its defeat.
It flies towards the colorful sphere in the sky.
It's just an illusory lance glowing with blue light.
Like a spear stained with blood, it fell to the ground, and countless white flowers bloomed in this desolate land.
It still needs to rely on the so-called magic sword to maintain its confidence and status.
It's the dragon's roar.
Until the yellow mist in the sky dissipates, leaving only the starry sky!
The tip of the spear cuts through the long night, shining brightly in the sky. At the moment when the stardust gathers, the knight leads the stars!
Every time a meteor falls, a dragon roar sounds, continuing to charge with life and anger!
A group of people died in the palace, a group of people were executed by Dai Mubai, and only he, a branch with some talent, was left to pretend to be crazy and act like a fool.
"My inheritance!"
The bloodline has never subdued the dragon soul, the magic sword has never punished disobedience, and identity will only attract anger.
"Oh, it seems they are two daughters. Forget it, it's not important.
"Holy Blood Liberation·White Flower Yuxue."
The paladin below is flying, the soul beast is roaring, and the soul guide is shining.
Another small plane was left.
The crown is something recognized by the dragons and cannot be obtained through inheritance!
The meteors are still falling, making no distinction between friend and foe.
Not for worship, but for usurping and fighting!
It can only rely on disguised scales and colors to advertise its existence, and it can only rely on the so-called nobility of its bloodline to subdue the restless dragon soul.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
Only the two gold and silver dragons who were imprisoned in place were left, and the two newly crowned heads of the dragon clan were left behind.
It was as if the heaven and earth were beginning to separate before our eyes, and light suddenly appeared.
Water, fire, earth, wind, mountain, light, and darkness, seven giant dragons that were much larger than the other dragon souls came first.
Meteors are like rain, and Longgu, which has been lonely for countless years, is no longer peaceful, but plays a fierce and long-lasting war song!
There are dragons singing about it, and the starlight in the sky and the bones everywhere serve as the stage.
The dragon roars!
Dragon shadow hovers.
Their true belonging is the God Realm and the Sea of Stars!
"Escape, there is nowhere to escape, it is better to escape into hell. I believe there is no Camelot in hell."
Dragging his ally Tiandou Empire and the dregs of the old era towards death.
It's a pity that Camelot ignored him. It was you Xingluo who declared war, and it was you Xingluo who wanted to cease the war. Is war a joke?
Yang Wudi has heard of it.
"Yes, it's clear." The knight stretched out his hand and took back the stars.
Then comes the even more frantic second act!
Quite pedantic.
Dragons dance wildly.
But the main veins of White Tiger are all dead.
"My journey!"
Before the next dragon roar could be heard, the giant dragon that covered the sky and sun had already flown across the battlefield.
They are also dragons, powerful dragons, proud dragons, fighting dragons...
Then he looked at the flames outside the city and listened to the endless sounds of fighting.
There is nothing, only the long-lasting emptiness and loneliness.
Monster? Dragon God? Leader? Co-leader?
None of it matters!
Thoughts flashed through Long's eyes.
Countless armies and soul masters were fighting on this night.
"My son and daughter, you are very good."
This is the last war. It is better to make this war a real war so that it can be recorded in the annals of history.
He even rejected soul guidance devices, thinking that soul masters should rely on soul skills and themselves, and relying on external objects is not the right path after all.
Xingluo Plain outside Xingluo City.
It was originally boundless farmland, which was where the Star Luo Empire had the confidence to compete with the Tian Dou Empire with a smaller land area.
The words he spoke were not dragon roars, but questions filled with panic and anger.
"But I always feel like there's something missing?"
A group of soul masters who hold old-age concepts.
Dai Tianling said this while looking outside the city.
No one answered, no dragon answered.
Even if it is more crazy, its power is not weak at all.
Only Yang Wudi and Niu Gao stood firmly, watching the huge changes in the sky.
That strange little plane disappeared.
He lowered his gaze to the Golden Dragon King and Silver Dragon King who held their heads high.
Just roar!
Is it Dragon Valley? Is it Douluo Star?
A small plane full of dragon eggs.
There is only fanaticism and fighting spirit, just like the dragon clan waiting for an order to charge countless years ago!
"Roar--!!"
Getting closer.
Maybe it’s a margin?
But these three divine cores were actually gone, disappearing with the disappearance of the knight.
Click...
The sound of shattering sounded.
A young red dragon broke through the eggshell and limped to Gu Yuena's side.
It was so enjoyable to write, it made me happy for one chapter!
This chapter has been completed!