At the other end of the Magical Continent, the Dragon Emperor Albert, who had just returned to his territory from the Eilanhill Empire, walked into the palace he once loved so much.
This was once the most splendid palace in the world: every few meters, there was a permanent magic spar lamp illuminating it, and you can see pleasing murals everywhere.
The floor tiles in the corridor of the hall are all inlaid with gold, and when you step on them, you can make a nice clicking sound. To describe it in one word, it means wealth.
It's a pity that the current Dragon Emperor doesn't like such tacky decorations. He prefers the low-key and luxurious simple style of the Eilanhill Empire.
What makes him even more unbearable is that there is no wifi here, there is no video call system that can immediately contact his subordinates, and there is no delicious food here that he likes.
From a certain point of view, he now prefers Eiland Hill instead of his own home in the true sense.
But his home is his home after all, and this place gave the Dragon Emperor a greater sense of security and belonging.
He walked in his palace, passed through a long corridor, and came to a magnificent hall.
This is the main hall dedicated to the Dragon God, and it is the most sacred place of the Dragon Clan - but the decoration here is simple and unpretentious, just like a huge cave, with raw ores of magic crystals glowing blue everywhere.
In the middle of these magic ores, there is a huge skeleton inlaid. This skeleton is so huge that only one third of the skeleton itself is exposed, but this one third is already larger than the incarnation of the Dragon King.
The dragon is even bigger.
Although beside the petrified bone claws, there is a huge skull that can never be raised again. This skull is leaning on the edge of a broken magic stalactite, and there is no trace of life in the empty eye sockets.
Even though it has lost a little bit of life, this skeleton still exudes a light blue light. This strong magical aura that has lasted for millions of years proves that this skeleton was once powerful.
At the top of this huge cave, there is an entrance that is either naturally formed or dug intentionally. Sunlight shines in from this entrance, bathing the entire cave in soft light.
The Dragon Emperor stood in front of this huge corpse and just watched silently. The owner of this skeleton was not the Dragon Emperor's father, and he didn't know whether the person lying here was an ancestor of the Dragon clan or a real person.
The dragon god himself.
In short, a more powerful dragon once fell in this world, but no one knows why it fell.
That is an ancient time that even the long-lived dragon clan cannot verify. It is a history that has long been submerged by time, a legend that no one knows.
If the Tree of Life of the Elf Tribe is the source of the Elf Tribe’s faith and strength, then the Dragon Tribe’s root, pride, and power come from here.
He likes to stand here, because standing here, he can feel his own insignificance. He stands here with humility and piety, because every time he stands here, he knows that he can become stronger.
It's a pity that what he saw and heard in the Airanhill Empire has shaken the Dragon King's state of mind. He reluctantly admitted the fact that no matter how powerful he was, as powerful as this skeleton, he could not defeat that terrifying
of the human empire.
Because he witnessed with his own eyes the "Great Fall Technique" that could destroy the entire world. Compared to the Staff of the Gods, that attack was the lingering nightmare that lingered in the Dragon King's mind.
In the Dragon King's understanding, only gods are qualified to destroy the world. But when this divine power is controlled by mortals, the prestige of gods is lost to the human world.
With a sigh, the Dragon King stretched out his hand and pressed his powerful palm on the claw closest to the front of the frame.
As the strongest dragon clan today, he may be the only one who can feel the powerlessness and desolation. The former glory has been surpassed, and the former overlord has declined...
The Dragon King standing here is full of sadness and emotion at this moment, because looking at the skeleton in front of him, he seems to be looking at his future self.
Things that are backward and outdated can only wither. If they are not the most powerful existence, they can only turn into skeletons.
"Your Majesty! The demon tribe's envoy has arrived." Adair walked into the Dragon Temple, walked behind the Dragon Emperor, lowered his head slightly and said.
"Let him come in!" The Dragon King had no intention of looking back. His hand was still on the dragon's claws. His voice echoed throughout the Dragon Temple, full of majesty and power.
"But Your Majesty...here is..." Upon hearing this order, Adair raised his head and wanted to admonish the Dragon King.
"It doesn't matter, let him come in!" Dragon King interrupted Adair, still insisting on his order.
Adair nodded slightly again, then turned and walked out of this very important hall for the dragon clan.
After a while, a human walked into this mysterious and amazing hall. He was dressed in noble clothes, and the expression on his face was full of shock.
This time the Dragon King turned around and looked down at the humans who walked in in front of the dragon's claws: "The origin of magic sent you to find me. What's going on?"
"The great source of magic hopes to join forces with the Dragon King. As long as the Ailanthir Empire can be eliminated, the demons will never step into the magic world..." There was a hint of demonic aura in the human's eyes, and he spoke to the Dragon King.
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"What makes the origin of magic think that the Dragon Clan would be willing to mix with the Demon Clan?" The Dragon King glanced at the tiny human in front of him and asked angrily.
"Your Majesty! We all have a common enemy. Isn't this reason enough?" The human being who was bewitched by the devil took a step forward and persuaded him quickly.
"Hahahaha!" The Dragon King seemed to have heard some joke and laughed loudly. After laughing enough, he continued to speak and said to the demon messenger in front of him: "No matter how miserable I am, Albert, I still have a clear mind!
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"There is no need to talk about cooperation." He waved his hand and then continued: "The only regret is that the person who may go to kill the origin of magic is not me, Albert!"
"And you! You should feel honored! Because in the past ten thousand years, you are the only demon who has come here, the demon closest to the Dragon Temple...the only demon who is lucky enough to die here..." The Dragon King said while
Stretched out a hand.
The humans who were bewitched by the demon were instantly burned to ashes by the magic, and the screams echoed in the hall, making the place a little more bloody.
