My Majesty the Dragon Emperor

The ear-piercing long sound resounded throughout the space, the gravel on the platform vibrated and rolled, raising gray smoke and dust, covering the white sunlight.Fenrir's wings vibrated, a strong wind blew up, and the strong air flow swirled to form a small vortex, making the vision even more dim.Chu Zihang suddenly let go of the pressure lever of the cast-iron maintenance vehicle, flipped upside down in the air, and the red flame rolled up and rolled the maintenance vehicle and hit the dragon's head.

Chu Zihang landed steadily. After bursting with blood, his muscles were covered with thin blue-gray scales. The scales covered his arms densely. His golden pupils were dazzling. The scales all over his body opened and closed. He chanted loudly, the blood mist Evaporate from the cracks in the scales.The blood exploded for the second time, and the field of "Yan Lingjun Flame" further expanded. The black and red flames wandered erratically, like countless transparent snakes, heating the attached water vapor, and rising up an erratic white mist.

Fenrir's scales were burned by the flames and made a "hissing" sound. The sharp iron sheet made a long scratch on the injured part of the scale, and the deepest part even pierced the scale and cut in. The fragile wing membrane Large and small holes were burned out, and the pain made him hiss in anger.But the second half of its body was petrified in the rock wall, unable to move, like a huge target, any attack could easily hit him.

The air suddenly became viscous, as if stuck in glue, the wind eye in the huge space was frantically devouring all the air, the pressure in other places dropped every second, another high-level word spirit of the wind system was released, Tons of oxygen are being extracted from the entire space, and the scope of the "Pupil of the Wind King of Words" is constantly expanding, as if trying to evacuate all the air in the air.

At some point, Xia Mi floated in front of Fenrir, her skirt curled like clouds, and her long hair was floating. She sang the spirit of speech, her tone was as beautiful as a hymn descending, her pupils were clear and shiny, and the deep darkness lay deep in her pupils. As it spread out, the movement of the god of death played, and the undead sang in a low voice.

The two spiritual domains erupted almost instantly at the same time, the vortex of the flame mixed with the massive oxygen, the scorching light, the burning flames of the city.The dragon's skull was drilled out of the gap by the mixed tornado, and the high heat burned his nerves, and he let out a dying howl, mixed with hatred and madness.Even though the pain penetrated into the bone marrow, Long Ye still curled up, clinging to the rock wall behind him, as if defending a treasure that was as important as life.Even if the scales are shattered and blood flows all over the ground.

Chu Zihang stood there in a daze, mentally excited and physically exhausted, constantly tearing at his remaining sanity, the corners of his vision were stained black, and the world seemed to be completely silent .Chu Zihang looked down at his chest dully, scorching blood slowly poured out from the huge wound, and sharp black claws protruded from his chest.

Xia Mi smiled lightly, with the innocence and vivacity unique to little girls, but she was no longer that pretty and unreal-looking, her whole body was iron blue, and as she breathed, the scales that pierced the skin slowly spit out. Slowly stretched, the black sharp claws were long and sharp, and there was a cold smile in the golden pupils.Xia Mi withdrew his sharp claws suddenly, and walked slowly in front of the weak dragon, but he was full of indifference. "You know, it's my brother Fenrir, and he's hurt, and I'm hurt too."

"Yemengade." Chu Zihang pressed the wound tightly, but the glaring black still gushed out continuously, spreading on the gray platform like spider silk, "You are trying to devour him." Chu Zihang said His eyes were loose, but his tone was still cold and calm.

"Yes, you humans know quite a lot." Xia Mi smiled lightly, "Our power comes from our bloodlines, and the only way to strengthen our bloodlines is to mix in the blood of other pure bloods. When I eat him, our sister Hela, who will be born here, will be stronger than the two of us combined. Ragnarok is about to begin, and we have no choice but to survive."

"Even so, you still chose to sacrifice him, didn't you?" Chu Zihang coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and the scales all over his body twitched slightly, "Aren't you keeping him here just waiting for him to hatch?" , in the final analysis, you are only for yourself."

"Shut up!" Ye Mengjiade roared, his body trembling, "Do you know the despair of the abandoned people? Thousands of years of deep sleep! The endless cycle of nightmares! Just waiting for an erratic hope that is even uncertain! The deepest There is only ourselves in the darkness, he abandoned us first, but we have to wait for him to look back and care for us forever! They are all lunatics, willingly waiting for his return indefinitely, and they enshrine him on the altar , I only obey the orders of the only one in my heart!"

"Are you talking about the Black King? All of this was arranged by him." Chu Zihang raised his head with difficulty, "He was buried thousands of years ago, and there is no body left."

"So what," Ye Mengjiade sneered, "he just watched over us and waited for our hatching, but we have to use eternal time to repay him for the hundred years of time he gave. What's more ironic is that, except Except for the chaotic party of the White King family, all the high-level pure-blooded dragons and half of the four dragon kings actually take it for granted, that he controls our destiny and everything." She sobbed loudly, Like a little girl imprisoned by her parents for a long time, crazily longing for that moment of unrestricted freedom.

Chu Zihang crouched, the scales all over his body opened and closed, but the consciousness in the golden pupil was still completely loose, as if he was just a creature acting on instinct, bursting blood three times, not only the blood was purified, but the dragon king was released The heart, that is the power obtained by sacrificing the soul. In the long past, the mixed races have relied on this perhaps unequal exchange to fight against the powerful dragon race.

Yemengjiade turned around, the two sides fought against each other at the same time, the huge forces collided with each other, making a violent roar, Yemengjiade landed steadily, with the strong bone wings spread out behind him, watching Chu Zihang hit hard on the ground On the platform, leaning wearily on the dragon's body. "You lost." Yemengjia said softly, "No matter what the mixed race, it is very difficult to kill me, the Dragon King, with just one person's strength, let alone you were injured. Now, is It's time."

Ye Mengjia seemed to be relieved, and slowly walked towards the injured dragon imprisoned in the rock wall step by step, but suddenly stopped, and said softly, "Oh, I'm busy fighting ahead, I don't seem to have noticed the original dragon. There is another unexpected guest here."

There was silence all around, only the slight sound of falling gravel. On the messy battlefield, the ferocious beasts in the darkness showed their sharp fangs, white and cold.

Jormungandr heard the regular sound of familiar military boots hitting the ground, and a thin figure came out from the shadow behind Fenrir. The undyed and luxurious black military uniform, the black hair neatly scattered behind, the sharp ears indicate the identity of a high-level pure-blooded dragon, and the dark golden dragon pattern covering most of the left face, that person has a pair of strange but familiar vertical pupil.At that time, the eyes of everyone in the Dragon Clan were nothing more than gold and the four types of red, blue, and green that usually represent the Lingling faction. Only that person had the unique dark gold.

Yemengade's eyes widened, showing uncontrollable panic, and she backed away involuntarily, the dragon-like features all over her body slowly faded away, and she was still that beautiful and unreal girl, with tears lingering in her eyes.

"Long time no see, Yemengade." The man said softly, his voice was cold and majestic, and his body was filled with terrifying coercion, "You are still so disobedient."...