Zerg in the crystal wall world

Two days later.

The royal city of Cyrodiil.

In the north of the Dragon Roar Holy Church, a mediocre practice secret room was surrounded by warriors wearing strong armor. Their identity can be easily distinguished from their lizard-like vertical pupils, the inscriptions on their armor and weapons: Dragon Blood Iron Guards.

The owner of the secret room, a dragon priest wearing a bronze mask, sat quietly in the center of the secret room.

The iron guard's sharp blade was already at his neck.

Unlike dragon warriors, the power of high-level dragon priests does not come from themselves, but is directly guided from ancient dragons, allowing them to ignore all extraordinary attacks, but they themselves will also be affected and lose their extraordinary physique.

No magic or curse has any effect on them, but a simple sharp blade can kill them.

King Fabir stood in front of him and asked in a condescending manner: "Master, why?"

"You have discovered," the bronze-faced dragon priest showed no signs of nervousness, and even had the mood to ask aloud, "Is it the reason for the glass of blood wine at the banquet last night?"

"Shuke!" King Fabir grabbed the dragon priest's collar, "I watched you grow up! Tell me why!"

The ancient dragon's anti-distortion power limited the lifespan of the dragon priest. This guy with age spots on the back of his hands actually didn't even have a fraction of King Fabir's lifespan.

But the dragon priest remained calm as usual: "This is their order..."

"The dragon's voice is nothingness!" King Fabir interrupted with a loud shout.

As early as the moment when the first Cyrodiil received the dragon's instructions through contract, the question "The dragon's voice violated the true meaning of guardianship and the dragon was in an abnormal state requires careful handling, comprehensive analysis, and Representatives at all levels reached a unified consensus at meetings at all levels regarding the suspension of implementation.

And it has been repeatedly emphasized during implementation to ensure that all levels of the sect are highly consistent in thinking and action, and to ensure that the spiritual construction work is fully implemented... In other words, for Cyrodiil now, criticizing the Voice of the Dragon is absolutely "correct" .

The bronze-faced dragon priest had no intention of arguing with his king at this time. He just said coldly: "I heard the call of the Holy Dragon, the real Holy Dragon."

King Fabir's pupils shrank sharply, almost losing his composure.

Just like in a certain San'er country, the cow is a sacred animal, but it does not mean that the cow can appear in the lobby of the parliament and the Prime Minister's Office.

There are not a few people in Cyrodiil who regard the dragon as the ultimate god and sacrifice everything. They even beat people to death every year because of the question of "whether the sub-dragon species is considered a dragon." But it's not like an ordinary dragon can affect the operation of the country.

But those ancient dragons who have reached the twelfth level and awakened a full set of ancestral memories are completely different.

Generally, when a giant dragon violates the way of guardianship, what they consider is that "this dragon has not completely shed the blood of the beast"; but when an ancient dragon violates the way of guardianship, their first reaction is, "The Holy Dragon's move must be different." It has deep meaning."

In the belief system of the Dragon Worshiping Order, the ancient dragon has almost infinite power of interpretation regarding the interpretation of "guardian" duties.

King Fabir immediately shouted loudly: "Lies!"

But the bronze-faced dragon priest just picked up his bone staff from his knees and touched it lightly to the ground. An awe-inspiring aura emanated from his body, belonging to an ancient dragon.

It was the infected Karpacius. During the battle with the emperor, he forcibly reached the twelfth level by burning his soul.

Although later due to the fragmentation of his original soul, "Karpacius" died completely on an individual level. But his body, which had been infiltrated and tempered by the twelfth-level dragon soul, remained and was transformed into a construction unit by the insect swarm. As long as there are enough essence seeds and special stimulation of the pineal gland in his brain, he can imitate his breath when he was alive...

"The Holy Dragon is really..."

King Fabre paused in his words, and a look of deathly gray flashed across his face.

Just like the first elf the swarm encountered, his faith was shaken.

The fact that the King of Knights have become the undoubted and perfect kings of the Blue Blood Alliance is not entirely due to their strength, nor does it have anything to do with whether they are good at making decisions or have enough integrity, but... they have no obsession.

High-level blue bloods have more or less obsessions. For example, Assassin pursues freedom, Sparta is obsessed with killing, and the elves care about nature in various forms...

The obsession of Cyrodiil, or the entire Dragon Worshiping Order, is of course dragons.

The ancient dragon is their holy dragon; it is also the great prophet, forerunner and guide; it is also the source of their power.

The cult chants and kneels every day, and the inherited memory is strengthened from generation to generation. The dreams of the Cyrodiil people may be images of their ancestors praying to the holy dragon...

And now their "god" has taken refuge in the insect swarm...

From this perspective, the moment the insect swarm really controlled an ancient dragon, Cyrodiil was finished.

Fortunately, Tier 12 units have some privileges after all.

After taking a few deep breaths, King Fabir denied everything he saw, the weakness of his beliefs, the fall of his soul, and forcibly maintained the strength of his soul.

"He has betrayed the will of the Holy Dragon. He has become a heretic!" King Fabir's face was unnaturally flushed, and his veins were bulging. "Kill him!"

He was extremely lucky that what he brought with him was the Dragon Blood Iron Guard. The power of this group of warriors is more about the control of wildness and animal nature. They are not very skilled in judging doctrines and the aura of ancient dragons. With the King of Cyrodiil suppressing them, even if they notice something , and the belief will not collapse because of "not sure".

If they were to come to the Dragon Chanting Group, a group of daily chanting and ascetics... they would be half collapsed on the spot.

Under the command of King Fabir, the warrior holding the bronze-faced dragon priest's neck immediately pulled the sharp blade.

But he was shocked to find that the sharp dragon tooth sword only broke through a layer of oily skin.

In other words, it is not skin, but a layer of mimetic tissue composed of deformed cells.

After being stimulated, it rippled and flowed like water, exposing the beetles underneath and the scales grown from the dragon essence.

The completely compliant insect carapace combined with the Dragon Priest's top-notch anti-distortion brings a terrifying protective effect, which cannot be penetrated by the Dragon-Blooded Iron Guard's attacks.

After breaking up, Dragon Priest did not hold back.

"Praise the Holy Dragon," amidst the sound of clothes ripping, the dragon priest stretched out his bladed appendage from his back, "All the essence belongs to the great Dragon Lord..."

Terrifying soul fluctuations descended here.

King Fabir loses his temper again: The power of the stars?

The essence of Dragon Sacrifice's power is to guide the power of ancient dragons through contracts. Only those individuals who are born to serve as contract nodes can become dragon priests - this is also the main screening criterion for priests.

An individual who is qualified to become a dragon priest must also be a good candidate for a priest. And an individual who is qualified to become a bronze-faced dragon priest is more than enough to serve as the Son of God in the system of the True God Church or even as a god.

As for the insect swarm, there are quite a few infected gods1

Divine Word: Void Tear!

The power of the domain caused strong spatial fluctuations. A rift deeper than that of the Shadow Realm is opened in the world barrier, thereby triggering void energy that can greatly increase the destructive power and recovery speed of psionic energy. It can also serve as a beacon to communicate the twists and turns of a specific Leviathan. Jump into tune.

The external manifestation is that the infected bronze-faced dragon priest's eyes flashed red, and the space-time rift torn from the point where the bone staff touched the ground was like a spider web, quickly spreading to the entire royal city.

Countless tentacles spurted out, and some of the particularly huge tentacles opened cracks, from which massive Zerg units rushed out.

At the feet of the Dragon Priest, there was even a huge mouth filled with sharp teeth and molten mucus as hot as lava - the mouthparts of a Leviathan.

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With just one sword blow, Leviathan's mouth was severely damaged when the carapace burst, and it even blocked the wormhole, blocking back the strong acid blood and plasma secretions that gushed out of Leviathan's mouth wound.

After all, King Fabir still maintains a twelfth-level soul, and is a high-level unit capable of fighting a fleet on his own.

However, this fatal sword was blocked by the dragon priest's bone staff, which was mixed with the ancient dragon's anti-distortion power and psionic telekinesis.

"You may be able to kill this body, but you cannot destroy our will, because the will of the Dragon Nest is connected to each of our thoughts!" The bronze-faced dragon priest tore open his robe, revealing his completely alienated body .

I saw several air valves opening in his neck. The air rushed into the lungs and spurted out from the throat. A rich roar resounded throughout the royal city: "The Holy Dragon is standing behind us, you are the heretics!"

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