"I noticed the existence of the dragon!"

The spear was thrown, leaving a red tail light, and bright traces flashed in the sky, like a comet, without any sign of falling.

The next moment, the picture changed and turned into pitch black.

The darkness is not because Mo Qiuran has lost consciousness, but because the object in front of him is originally pitch black, as smooth as a mirror, about three meters long and wide, occupying all the field of vision.

As the perspective slowly drifted away, Mo Qiuran suddenly realized that it was a scale!

Countless large scales of such huge combinations are combined together in such a way, connecting with each other, and finally attached to a behemoth.

dragon.

Black Dragon.

Black King, Niedhog!

The moment I saw it, this name flashed through Mo Qiuran's mind.

No other dragon can have such a majestic body and such powerful strength!

He is the Dragon Emperor Niedhog, who brings the world an ultimate incarnation of despair!

When Professor Schneider was giving them admission training, Mo Qiuran saw the paintings of the Black King Niedhog, but the paintings were just paintings after all, and pictures were just pictures.

And now, Mo Qiuran is looking directly at Him!

The sky is black, the thunder is surging among the thick dark clouds, and the air is dead and solemn, a scene before the end of the world is approaching.

In such a background, the black dragon spread its wings, as huge as a cloud covering the sun. Around them, an inexplicable singing voice came, which was an unimaginable way of pronunciation. The muddy and hoarse sound also had the majesty of a king, like the ringing of a church bell.

Mo Qiuran understood.

That is the dragon's words - "Praise the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth!"

But Mo Qiuran did not feel like he was summoned by the great master at all. He could understand it not because he had the same bloodline in his body, but because he, the dragon-slaying warrior, Atres could understand it, and Atres could understand it because he killed too many dragons!

The ultimate anger and fighting spirit rose in my heart, and it was the blood of the dragon slayer that began to boil...the blood of the mortal!

It seemed to be aware of the threat from life, and was funny because of being placed in the category of prey by a small mortal, and then anger. The black dragon rose into the air, and the roaring sound was like a world-destroying bell.

"The dragon spreads across the sky, with its wings bulging," the heavy voice sounded again, "That's our war song!"

Mo Qiuran looked at the sky in one direction as if feeling something was coming!

Soon, the thick dark cloud was broken by the extremely sharp creature. The tragic breath made the passage it passed through not close for a long time, so the light shone into its passage, splitting the darkness of the end of the world!

That's - a spear!

An extremely sharp spear!

The comet-like spear that I threw before!

Take the gun as the way, and use the light as the way!

The spear pointed directly at the gods!

The comet-like spear began to fall, and the red of the gun and the gold of the light pierced a brilliant path of light in the dark scene of the doomsday.

"I want the dragons to experience their own strength, crash into scales, stab into flesh and blood, and never break their promises," the voice said.

So, on the falling spear, the tip of the spear made of the dragon's tail pierced straight into the black dragon's huge body!

A terrifying roar sounded again, but this time, there was a hint of disbelief, and then there was an increasingly violent anger.

However, this is just the beginning.

The path opened by spears and light will be carried forward by mortals!

Wearing armor, he swept down along the light path connecting the world, with murderous intent like a sea of ​​blood behind him. The broken clouds and mist transformed into a roaring dragon behind him, like a star falling!

"This is the fall of the Great Wilderness Star!"

...

In the perspective of the principal and Finger.

The boy who was about to start writing suddenly stopped moving, as if he had been pressed, his eyes closed as if... he was... asleep.

Mo Qiuran fell into a deep sleep, so another thing woke up on him.

He opened his eyes, and the dazzling golden light made the principal and Finger's expressions stern.

What kind of eyes are that... I have experienced war and wind and frost, but my indomitable will has never wavered. It is a person born for the fight, with his sharp momentum, who is born to die!

Just a pair of eyes changed, the elegant poetic feelings brought by the peach blossom eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows disappeared, and the rest was the iron-like fighting spirit! The name is, unyielding!

After reacting with the shock of that momentum, the principal and Finger subconsciously looked at each other again, because they thought of one thing at the same time - this is the principal's office!

The principal's office is also within the scope of the Night Watcher's Word Spirit and Precepts!

And Mo Qiuran, effortlessly ignited his golden eyes!

At least, in the eyes of the principal and Finger, this is the Golden Eyes!

So for Mo Qiuran, the 3E exam is meaningless now, because only the S-level person who can ignite the golden eyes and boiling dragon blood in the S-level Word Spirit and Precepts released by S-level!

But the principal and Finger did not relax. Instead, they tightened their bodies. The raised muscles represented their tension at this time, because being able to ignite the golden eyes and boiling dragon blood means that the Yan Ling can be released, and Mo Qiuran's Yan Ling...even if it is just a little released, the principal's office will have to be renovated!

In a nervous state, Finger actually remembered the joke that he had with Mo Qiuran yesterday. Now it seems that the joke about bombing the school is about to come true, and it actually started from the holy place in the hearts of the students, the principal's office?

Is he worthy of being an S-level freshman? The big news has never stopped! Finger was nervous and alert and prepared to take action at all times while thinking in his mind that he had even begun to think about how to write news in this way, saying "Shock! The birth of S-level! The golden eyelets ignited in the precepts], and then another [explosive! The principal's office was almost destroyed! Who is so crazy?], a set of combined punches will definitely make a fortune again!

Under their nervous and alert, Mo Qiuran, who ignited the "golden eyes", did not intend to release the movement of the Yan Ling.

He just looked at the principal indifferently, then at Finger and Chu Zihang, and finally lowered his head and began to write silently. His straight back and cold expression were exactly the same as Chu Zihang.

The principal and Finger breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

...

"Why are you fighting?"

A voice sounded in Mo Qiuran's mind, as if questioning from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't know." Mo Qiuran replied subconsciously, a slide-like picture flashed through his mind, but it was a mess, just like his thoughts at this moment.

Yes, Is it really just for fun to fight?

Or... something else?

"Why fight doesn't matter, what matters is who fights for!"

The man in armor stepped on the head of the black dragon and pulled out the sharp spear. His eyes looked directly at Mo Qiuran, and the golden light dissipated, which was pitch black like ink.
Chapter completed!