Arad's crooked savior

The law of the dragon clan has always been that the weak eat the strong. The weak should be trampled on, mercilessly trampled under their feet, and pushed into the mud.

For the Dragon Clan, which proves its worth through strength, humans are very weak and humble existences. It is absolutely impossible for them to coexist with the Dragon Clan, and they will always be treated as domestic animals.

This is the consensus that the Dragon Clan has gradually formed over the past five hundred years. It is an iron-clad rule of survival, a mark engraved in the bones.

But listen to what they heard now. A dragon man who was not considered a high-level dragon actually talked about some inexplicable truths in his mouth, saying that the inherent laws of the dragon tribe were wrong and meaningless.

"Haha~"

Many of the dragons who were watching couldn't help laughing on the spot, joking that Mejilia had lost her head and was completely ignorant. She had forgotten her last name. It was necessary to give her a little shock to the dragons.

You are not the great Explosive Dragon King, and besides, your strength is too low to look like. How dare you accuse the Dragon Clan of being wrong in their behavior all along.

If you are strong enough, maybe everyone can understand you.

The laughter was loud and harsh, of course. Megilia lowered her head slowly. Of course she knew how funny her thoughts were. Children of the Dragon Clan knew that strength was their capital, and living by relying on the mercy of others would never buy dignity.

The high-level dragon Belisk was silent and closed his eyes sadly. He and Mejilia had a very close relationship, just like lovers, but at this moment, he couldn't help shouting crazily in his heart that you were wrong and your idea was wrong. .

At least, there should be no such idea of ​​pity for the weak among the dragon race.

Master Bakar advocates a style in which strength determines everything. He is also known as the apostle in the demon world. His body is covered with bones, his wings of death cover the sky and the sun, and he destroys the magical kingdom of heaven with violence.

What you are talking about has no value in Lord Bakar's ears.

Megilia, if you only have this kind of thought, that's fine, but you should never, absolutely shouldn't make friends with weak people.

Berisk turned his head in pain.

"You said killing is meaningless? Yes, it's an interesting idea." Bakar nodded. This non-violent response exceeded all the expectations of the dragon clan, and also made Berisk stunned. Could there be a turn for the better.

The onlookers who laughed loudly felt as if their throats were being strangled, unable to make any sound.

"I have ruled the heaven for more than five hundred years. Compared with the lifespan of our dragon clan, many dragons still come here from the demon world with me."

Some old dragons fell into memories slightly after hearing this. Yes, they have been following His Majesty Bakar for half their lives. This is a place of supreme honor and will continue forever.

Bakar suddenly snorted and continued: "However, these five hundred years of boring and desolate life have even made me addicted to alcohol."

In addition to the eternal light that was slightly dazzling more than two hundred years ago, the sky dragon blood in his body that had been dormant for a long time had only recently begun to boil again.

Indeed, just as Mejilia said, there is no fun in simply showing off one's strength. He has become so bored that he deliberately accepts some human traitors just to appreciate their evil.

There is no opponent in this huge world. How can the king of dragons, who is famous for his proficiency in fighting in Trobot for more than five hundred years, not feel lonely and even go crazy.

It was fun to be against the wise and demonic Held, and he enjoyed the thrill of making her make a mistake and lose everything, but he was a dragon at heart after all, the king of dragons who loved fighting.

That's why he was so interested in defeating Swann's Dragon Knight with one move.

"But Megilia..." Bakar smiled, and the sudden change in his tone made the surrounding dragons feel nervous.

"Whether it's cats, dogs, maggots or flies, every race has its own inherent value. The food chain is an inherent law of nature, and our dragon race is the top one."

Bakar now seemed like a profound wise man, crushing the red wine glass, looking at the distant mountains, and said: "Gentleness is not the nature of the Dragon Clan. It is our mission to engrave the fear of the Dragon Clan in the blood of the weak."

Sophie mentioned that Bakar almost realized the true meaning of the original dragon, but Held happened to mess it up.

In the Dragon King's view, even a life as small as dust may have the energy to change the entire world, but if he forgets his own power, he can only be forgotten by the world.

So he gave the people of heaven time to resist him, five hundred years, neither long nor short, so he scorned those traitors and simply gave them the glory of transforming into dragons.

Because of such lives, the value of their existence is not comparable to the food residues of maggots. Only when they perish is the time when their lives are most meaningful.

Because their weak deaths fulfilled the meaning of the strong's existence.

A scene that shocked all the dragon clan appeared. Bakar put away his majestic dragon power and gave Mejilia the right to stand up.

Megilia wants to show mercy and tenderness to the weak. Bakar admires her thoughts and is very unique. There has not been anyone like her among the dragons for many years.

The Dragon King advocates iron-blooded violence, and only moderate oppression will prompt the people of the heavens to continuously burn the will to resist, thus giving birth to a fruitful technological civilization. This is his achievement.

A blind offer of gentleness and grace will only wear away the proud and rebellious spirit of the people in the heavenly world.

On the night that decided Taneba's fate two hundred years ago, Taneba once said that if you kill all the seven mechanical gods of war, it is possible that the people in the heaven will be completely afraid of you and never dare to think of resistance again.

So it’s not enough to be too gentle, and it’s not enough to be too tough. Bakar feels like a scumbag (female) wandering among the flowers in these years. He has always been aloof from the rebels. You are strong and I kill, you are weak and I am gentle... It’s like treating a An emotional backup.

He could forget about Mejilia's accidental rescue, or he could ignore her whims, but Bakar still had endless murderous intentions when it came to stealing his blood-stained dragon scales.

This means that Megilia has the idea to let the Eternal Light study the secrets of the scales in order to break through his defense, kill him, and overthrow his rule.

He turned a blind eye to the development of the heaven, but if anyone really wanted to overthrow his throne, they must show corresponding strength, otherwise they would have to pay the price in blood.

Bakar grabbed Mejilia with his big hands. Appreciation is one thing, but those who deserve to be killed must still die.

"Mejilia..." Belisk lowered his head in despair. No dragon can resist Lord Bakar's will. He is the only god of the dragon clan and the supreme monarch.

"Astra!"

A sudden loud shout suddenly shocked Puff, who was watching the show. How dare she.

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(Going to open up wasteland, take a day off... I watched the anchor fight, and it took an hour to fight even if there was cooperation, and it exploded five times... A guy like me who only fights in the jungle group is probably going to die...)