"Self-righteousness? This is a 'good quality' that only human beings have, if human beings ......"

Before Goethe could finish his sentence, a flaming fist burst out of the gray smoke and struck him directly at the heart.

Under the strong impact force, his body had to quickly roll inward towards the heart, and the demonic source power he used to form other parts of his body could only converge to that small area in response to stress at this moment.

After all, the flaming fist is like the fiercest cannonball in the Empire, and like a warhammer like no other in this world.

Mixed with anger, madness, anticipation, unwillingness, and deep desires, the little emperor, who had never trained in martial arts and had never really participated in any war, seemed to contain the soul of an ancient warrior, exuding an aura that made Goethe himself tremble.

This does not belong to human beings!

Thinking of this, Goethe hurriedly retreated backwards with the strength of the little emperor's fist.

But on this petite platform, where is there room for martial arts to retreat?

The smoke is nothing more than a kind of confusion, and they don't even have the power to spy on the appearance of things. As long as the smoke does not dissipate, everyone, including the gods, will endure the panic that comes with losing their way, and eventually the sense of disorientation.

"What about the gods, what about the human race? Without the ultimate peace, any battle will be unavoidable. The gods are always self-righteous, but humans, like dragons, are children carefully crafted by the Creator. ”

The little emperor retreated with Goethe, following step by step, waving his fists again and again.

However, the remaining few punches completely exposed the information that he was a newcomer to this field.

If the first blow is the result of an information gap caused by judging the direction in the fog, then the next few attacks are based on the principle of equal information between the two sides and no longer produce any desired effect.

However!

Goethe didn't seem to notice that the breath of lava behind him was getting stronger and stronger, and even the tiresome and unsettling boiling temperature was approaching his body.

"You seem to have forgotten about yourself. The little emperor gasped and laughed.

In the thick smoke, he seemed to be able to see all this clearly.

"What?" Goethe wondered, completely deprived of the confidence he had just had.

"The nightmare begins with the scene that is most familiar to man, or the first thing he sees before falling asleep, but once it follows a certain pattern, it can never go back to its original form. And remember, dragons are still human at nature, and they can't withstand the ravages of lava. Having dragon power or fire power in your body will only exacerbate the time you endure. The little emperor smiled, gathering the last remnants of demonic power in his body.

He knew that these seemingly faint magical powers were enough to deliver the final blow to the enemy who was destroying his plans.

No, it can't be said to be sabotaging his plan, it should be said that it is a part of the process that he must go through to realize his plan.

There are only five rituals, and now there is no second, and each ritual will bring a kind of test, some of which were formed spontaneously in the Dragon Realm, while others were deliberately left behind when the Dragon Clan was sealed.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Goethe said, unexpectedly withdrawing the bit of green attached to his right hand, and at the same time mobilizing the demonic power in his body.

For a while, Goethe's demon-like claws were all restored to the appearance of two ordinary human palms, and the scales belonging to the dragon clan attached to his body also retreated, making him return to an ordinary dragon boy dressed in black.

He was already in a defensive mentality, so he could only withdraw all the magic source power that he used to decorate the outside, or he didn't want to attack, and all of it was gathered between his hands.

Just two seconds later, a translucent shield with black ripples formed in front of Goethe's body.

If the little emperor's eyes looked in his direction at this time, he could easily find that those black ripples seemed to convey some different messages.

It was a jumble of lines that represented nightmares and a black hole in the center.

It was as if this vortex was exuding the power of darkness outward, and it seemed that he was absorbing the power of the magic that did not belong to darkness around him.

It was also at this moment that the little emperor's hands also synchronously gathered all the remaining demonic source power, and the bright red light formed by the flames actually passed through all the dark fog and reached everyone's eyes.

"Nightmares will wake up one day, like the legendary Creator. The little emperor whispered, like an outward catharsis of his inner strength, and as if he was questioning Goethe in front of him with a statement.

With his muffled words, the flame in his hand struck straight in Goethe's direction faster than sound.

Call!

The light actually formed a continuous flame, and all the soldiers present, including Ling Yan, could see it very clearly, and the appearance of that flame was that of a giant dragon with wings and sprinting forward.

But the flame dragon suddenly stopped in front of a dark matter, and only moved a little as the little emperor continued to exert pressure forward.

"Nightmares will never wake up, even if you wake up from this nightmare, what about your next one? What will happen next? There are things in your heart that you desire, and reality has always given you cruelty and failure, then you will be forever entangled in nightmares, become easily jealous, become easily angry, and even become easy to collapse. Goethe said, waving lightly with his right hand.

Instantly, starting from the periphery of his body, a hurricane formed that was much smaller than just now.

In just a few seconds, the hurricane was like a hungry beast, swallowing up the fog around him.

Everything now is clearly and truly displayed in front of everyone.

But at this time, the people around them saw the little emperor in front of them clearly.

"That's an eye made by an imperial craftsman. Ling Yan exclaimed, pointing in the direction of the little emperor.

"That's right, this is the eye that the Imperial Craftsmen created for me. He can see everything in the fog, and he can see what belongs outside of information. And it doesn't have any blessings of magic power, relying only on the technology of our time. The little emperor smiled, slowly took off the glasses, and put them back between the pockets on his chest.

However, his right hand still maintained the posture of exporting demonic power outward.

"In this era, it is impossible for either gods or humans to leave the power of the Demon Origin, a force that belongs to the depths of the universe. It is the root of all things and the elements of the formation of this world. Goethe roared, as if he was starting to go a little berserk.

"This is called a polar eyepiece, and as long as you adjust the angle to the focal length, you can see the scene 100 meters away. And the magic of the best mage master in this world can only detect the surrounding area of a few tens of meters. The little emperor deliberately explained to Goethe, provoking him even further.

"This is impossible, I have been ordered by the Creator to participate in the sealing of the Dragon Clan for only five hundred years, how can human beings produce such a powerful thing other than the power of the demonic source?"

"What's impossible? You're underestimating humans. Ling Yan snatched the words and said.

"Shut up!" Goethe roared, throwing an arrow of darkness in the direction of Lingyan with his left hand.

Fortunately, he was very agile, and with a slight sideways turn, the arrow "swished" past his ear and dissipated on the lava not far behind him.

"Once there is a breakthrough in technology, new technologies at higher latitudes will be used for a shorter time. It took a hundred years for the world to invent ships and trains from the invention of the spinning machine to the West. However, it only took twenty years for the new firecrackers and the electricity that was about to spread throughout the empire from the concept to the actual production. Although my country has not yet used these for the time being, after the end of Longqing, within three years, the night of the empire will be as bright as day, and the world will no longer have to endure the dark night. Of course," the little emperor chuckled secretly.

"Of course what?" Goethe asked, already struggling in the confrontation with the demonic powers.

"The darkness can't be hidden!" the little emperor said, suddenly roaring, using all the power in his body, injecting the demon source power into the body of the flame dragon in front of him as a whole.

Rumble!

The sound of flames flashing across the scene, and the dragon of flame cheered in front of Goethe.

And those sputtered sparks, without exception, all flew from above the dark shield and hit Goethe's body.

Click!

Click! click! click......

Goethe's dark shield for defense could no longer withstand such a strong and continuous attack, and several obvious cracks appeared in front of the little emperor from the vortex in the center.

As the flames poured in, the cracks became more and more apparent.

Eventually, when the rift spread to every corner of the Dark Shield, it could no longer withstand it and was reduced to pieces.

It seemed that it was not the shattering of darkness, but the shattering of the space in front of him.

But Goethe couldn't think too much about it, and the defense he formed by condensing the strength of his whole body was not even comparable to the power of the little emperor's last demonic power.

His petite and immature childlike body didn't seem to be able to withstand the impact of the little emperor's flames at all, and flew straight above the magma behind him.

"Ah!" Goethe screamed, not wanting to plunge himself into the hot lava.

However, the little emperor also realized that the fire gun he had just used had already slipped into the lava with an inconspicuous falling sound.

But he was also right, entering the lava with the body of a dragon would only increase his pain out of thin air, and would not give him any hope of life.

He had to flick the wings behind him desperately, hoping that the wings of the dragon clan were not a simple and exquisite ornament, but a life-saving straw that could bring him hope as a god.

"How ridiculous," said the little emperor, looking at Goethe's struggling body, and laughing, "the gods are afraid of the dissipation of their bodies, and of the impending death." ”

Although Goethe's body is slowly falling towards the lava that seems to come from hell, Goethe's struggle does not seem to be completely useless.

The more the little emperor stared closely, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Goethe's body seemed to belong to the dragons at this time, and even though it was the dragon's power to fly, Goethe's wings seemed to have finally found the right mechanism to open, and he was adjusting his body in the air.

Within half a minute, Goethe had managed to hover less than a meter from the lava.

"Give it to me!"

Seeing this scene, the little emperor hurriedly ran behind him, snatched the firearm from the hand of a soldier, aimed at Goethe's position with his right eye, and fired three shots in quick succession.

Bang!

Bang!

The three fireballs were like three spirits that had seized divine power, and they rushed towards Goethe.