A huge and irregular shadow shrouded the earth. The adventurers raised their heads hard, intending to see what new thing was covering the sunlight, but only large armor-like scales, inverted triangle-shaped wings like blades, rugged joints and sharp barbs. Novels.

It moored to the sky, and the air rumbled loudly.

"Another dragon!"

"Black Dragon!"

The adventurers let out a few sporadic screams, and more people were speechless, and their hearts seemed to be rolling over by a torrent. The shock was not only because they saw two giant dragons in one day, but also because of the oppression that was on the verge of death.

When the black dragon's huge body appears, it seems that the whole world is squeezed in all directions, making you feel that your body is twisted, flattened, fear, anxiety, tension, and trembling are mixed together, causing the throat and tongue to lose the function of vocalization and speech.

This is not suppression of dragon power, but more like the insignificance and powerlessness felt when staring at the entire abyss.

The golden dragon Stannis also felt it. His scales were swelling and his body trembled involuntarily. He was trembling for a while before he hesitating: "Ancestor...Zushidalong?"

"No, Aladia only has one ancestor dragon, the blue dragon Alex." Caesar denied lightly: "I am the black dragon, Stannis, have you forgotten?"

“…Black King.”

Of course, Stannis remembered that after seeing him, the Golden Dragon became more than one weak in momentum.

For the only true dragon emperor in the north, different races in different regions have different names. Most of the fierce species that tend to the north call it "King of Dragons" and "Black Emperor", while the metal dragons and elves dwarves call it "King of Black Wings" or "Black King", which is also a reflection of the camp distinction.

"Why, you seem to be scared?"

Caesar said, pulling out the two heads of the Mora giant snake together with the spine in his body: "Don't worry, you know I have a good impression of the metal dragon clan and have a good relationship with the Platinum Dragon God."

Not bad!

Stannis tried hard to wipe the blood splashed on his face. Damn Black Dragon, you stole the dragon egg and modified the inheritance account. His Majesty Bahamut has not settled with you yet. He looks like everyone is familiar with you... By the way, what happened to him just now? Hearing that Monet was Queldore's war weapon in order to fight against the Dragon God Dragon Queen, this guy seemed very excited?

The black dragon's body is fifty meters long, which is huge enough among the giant species that exist in Eladia today, but it is still a long way from Monet. However, even so, the black dragon still has an absolute crushing advantage in terms of strength.

His "small" body easily pulled the nine-headed giant snake and swayed left and right, as if pulling a huge ball of cotton. Monet's original heavy body and rapid speed almost disappeared, and the Black Dragon Emperor was allowed to twist it at will. Only the landslides and rolling stones caused by the collision of the body can see some of its real weight.

Although it has the ability to heal itself like an evil thing, the Hydra is not unable to feel the pain. The head and spine are pulled out, and the sharp pain in the heart makes it even more ferocious and violent, attacking any moving creatures in sight wildly.

Nothing can withstand the tsunami of the mountains and the seas, except for greater pain.

Caesar grabbed a handful of hard times and then used his neck to tie a few knots on the head of the ugly monster, which made Monet even more angry, but the more he struggled, the more he felt so painful that he was. After a while, the pain subsided. It was a little scared and curled backwards to retreat to its half plane.

As a result, halfway through the hole, he was pulled back again. A head was lost again. The pain made Monet's giant snake's tail slam the ground desperately. The thorny mountains seemed to have an earthquake, and the mountains shook again. I don't know how many of the already sparse mountain roads collapsed.

Monet stared at Caesar, his big mouth that had recovered from healing and recovered opened, making a hysterical scream, and the cold and cold moisture that rushed into his face penetrated the frozen space of the valley.

Then its face was smashed, and Caesar shook his tail and asked it to shut up, saying to Stannis: "You just told me that this monster is a war weapon created?"

"The evil creature of Queldore."

Stannis nodded: "This is a race that can only be described as madness. The idea of ​​enslaving the real dragon has brought them to an end. After the great dragon god and the powerful dragon queen's true body descended, these guys still wanted to resist without knowing how to resist. Monet is the ignorant Queldore created by the synthesis beast with the God of Io as the template."

Caesar looked at the roaring Monet snake on the ground and said, "Not at all."

“It seems to be true now.”

Stannis agreed: "But at that time, Monet was the most feared enemy of all dragons. The unforgivable Queldore created the cornerstone of the gods and successfully implanted it into Monet's body. Now... maybe it was because it had lost too much of it for too long, so it became like this."

"etc!"

Stannis said, accidentally seeing the black dragon's eyes brighter and brighter, and suddenly shouted: "Caesar, what are you thinking? No, don't think about the ones that are not there, kill it! Queldore's technology is far from what this era can achieve. It will not become your puppet, you are playing with fire**!"

"I'll kill it, but not now."

Caesar no longer looked at the golden dragon. He landed on the ground. The nine-colored breaths collided directly. The gorgeous colors kept lit up and extinguishing on the black dragon's body. The energy that could annihilate the big river was on the armor-like black scales. It only slightly aroused splashes and disappeared immediately.

Until Monet's giant snake breathed dry, the black dragon did not move.

Caesar looked down at half of his body, which was completely under the breath. At this time, he was completely covered by the black-red lava shell. Some scales melted and dripped, and the tingling burning sensation was positively fed back to his nerves.

He can't stand it without any damage. This is just a legendary level, much weaker than Azriels.

Caesar's body was repairing quickly, showing the same rapid self-healing ability as Monet, but he sighed.

The forced colonization armor gradually became weak and Hei Meng had not moved, so he had to find a way to upgrade himself... This idea flew around in his head and flew out. He had many other things to do at the moment.

Caesar approached the giant snake, easily tore open Monet's space blockade, stepped on it, and cut the flesh into the bone marrow with sharp claws.

The black dragon held the spine of Monet's giant snake, let out a low moan, flapped its wings, and carried the monster hundreds of meters into the sky in the deep red flames. "The mortal enemy of the Platinum Dragon God is Tiamat, and my enemy is Tiamat. I will take it away, you should be very happy."

"No! That's different, all-body dragon, you can't understand what happened in that era..."

Stannis roared in despair. Now the gap between him and Caesar is like a natural barrier. He rashly took action to stop the Black Dragon Emperor from seeking death. Monet was taken away, and he could only watch the disaster happen and could not do anything.

Boom.

The giant snake continued to twist and struggle, and then it was pressed by Caesar to collapse a mountain. After that, it was much quieter and was carried away by the black dragon in the rolling smoke and dust.

Flying at high speed is a very terrifying thing, especially without any protection. When Caesar's speed surpasses the sound, the violent airflow becomes as sharp as a blade, leaving holes on the snake. At the same time, Monet used the psychic space ability several times to try to break free from the constraints, but the effect was very little. The body of the approaching demigod was difficult to shake for the legendary creatures.

When Stannis quickly left with the adventurer and was about to pray to his god, Caesar also grabbed the snake and returned to his kingdom Tuhara Desert.

The giant claws stepped on Monet's bulging neck and stepped on one of its heads into the sand. The other eight were forced to bend down. The strength of always maintaining a crushing posture made the cartilage of the cervical spine wail, leaving only the hard bones trying to support the fragile blood vessels and nerves.

"Okay, I think the wisdom of legendary monsters is not lower than that of kobolds. You should be able to understand me."

Caesar stared at the snake with hatred and fierce eyes and said, "I want Ukrahil, should you spit it out by yourself, or should I take it out of your stomach?"

Monet obviously understood. It stared at the black dragon for a while, calmed down strangely. The previous pain seemed to have learned a lesson. After a pause, the big snake slowly opened its mouth and vomited something from the head close to Caesar.

The thing that is spit out is a piece of branch, but even if you use adjectives, it is difficult to describe its beauty, sacredness and solemnity. However, you can use only a few words to the branches of the World Tree.

"obedient."

Caesar put away his spotless twigs, removed the claws on the head of the giant snake, and treated it like a pet: "Next, let's talk about you, Monet, you heard what the golden dragon said. I want to know, how did Queldore create you?"

"Queldore has nothing to do with me." This was the first time the giant snake spoke. Although the voice was awkward, it was very clear: "I am a derivative."

Caesar was a little surprised.

"I am Monet Hydra." The snake said calmly: "The mother said that I am the child who looks the most like it. Judging from your reaction, it is right."

Yes, the Nine-Headed Snake never admitted that it was Monet, but because of its final appearance and the devouring of Ukrahil, Stannis's cognitive deviation, which also led to Caesar's deviation.

This can also explain why the Nine-headed giant snake looked like a ignorant newborn before. It was indeed not the war weapon that Stannis mentioned nearly ten thousand years ago.

Caesar slowly raised his neck and took a breath: "Since it's just a derivative body."

"You want to kill me?"

Hydra raised her head and looked at the black dragon: "But we still have to thank you. Ukrahil is a small part of the seal and a gift from Monet to you. Barlow, Anubarak, I, and other derivatives will resurrect with the mother's awakening, then..."

The dragon flame swept past, and it was all ashes.

"Does it have anything to do with me?" Caesar curled his lips, stared at the branches of the World Tree, and then spread his wings and returned to the Black Winged Capital.

At the same time, in the no-manned land of the taboo mountains in the Eb Kingdom, subtle cracks spread on the surface, and the space suddenly vibrated, as if some unknown creature had hit the material barrier-

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