"Release us!" the bound dragons shouted in a rude voice.

"There's no rush. The little emperor said with a relaxed face, "Just wait for the other side flower to release all the power of life, with the blood of the half-dragon and the flame of the gods, you dragon clan will no longer be able to be restrained." Naturally, this place will also be completely annihilated, and there will be nothing left. ”

"That's something to celebrate. We've been bound here for too long, too long. My majesty, when the fog clears, when the flames fill and when the blood drifts, you too will gain the power of the dragon god. With the combination of Ordinal 3 and Ordinal 24, you will become a true god. The dragon said in an ethereal voice.

To the little emperor's ears, this sound did not belong to the lake not far away, but really came from behind him.

"Are you behind me?" The little emperor asked, smiling and turning around.

Naturally, the scepter he had always carried with him had not been forgotten by him.

The moment he turned his body, the hemisphere of the scepter's head, which had been glowing with purple light, turned into a red flame.

A flame like a god!

"Your Majesty, I already feel the power of the flower in your blood. I'm right behind you, and the dragon flying in the middle of the lake has become one with me. Immediately, when the fog clears, I will take off and pour the dragon's flame in the center of the altar. Flame, blood, life, and a little time, I believe this will be the most delicious pastry. Your Majesty, do you like pastries?" asked Ryuzhi half-jokingly, flapping his wings and flying upwards, gradually adjusting his body into place to keep the rest of the ritual in place.

"Pastry, that's delicious. If you add a little desire, add a little light, and add a little salt by the way, I believe it will intoxicate many people. You know, without salt, this empire would cease to exist, that's a proverb from beyond the West. ”

The little emperor said, charging up for a second, surging with the demonic source power of the whole body mixed with fire and light, clenched his right hand, and threw the scepter into the sky.

In an instant, with the scepter as the eye of the wind, the surrounding air, dense fog and faint blood began to condense towards the center, and the whirlpool formed by the convergence was mixed with air currents, bringing the breath of wind to the little emperor and the dragon executive.

"Your Majesty, we don't like the wind, and we hope this will end soon and release us. The dragon in the altar urged, his hands still clawing outward.

"It's coming, it's too late. The flower of the other side is fused with my blood, and I have used his power. With the addition of Dragon Crystal, it will definitely give you a perfect future. This belongs to the light, and there will be no darkness. Never!" said the little emperor firmly, looking up at the scepter in the air.

After taking two deep breaths in succession, the little emperor closed his eyes for a second, carefully recalling the magic of ancient memories, the ever-changing formulas and words in his mind, and finally contributed to a soft picture.

Towering mountain peaks, a faint white drifting snow, a bright and soft sunlight not far away, plus a faint smell of blood.

"The smell of blood, yes. Everything that the dragon clan has reproduced is not enough just the flower on the other side, and there is also the blood that has been handed down since Yanjun. Although I don't know what information is involved, he should be a key to open the iron door of the dragon's reappearance, and even some secrets. At that time, Ye Mingyuan, who was under the impetus of the Dragon Realm Stone, was also covered with blood before he burst out with the power that surpassed the imperial soldiers, and I could do it. The little emperor struggled to remember, and nodded in place.

Since the dagger just now had been lost in the thick fog, the little emperor had no choice but to put the index finger of his right hand in his mouth and bite it down hard.

"Shhh

"The thick fog of blood, plus that's enough. The little emperor muttered to himself, and under the surge of the demonic power in his hands, the blood in front of him gradually condensed into a small crystal ball, and then, it shattered and separated in place, turning into a cloud of mist, and rushed towards the scepter in the air.

"That's enough, dragons, your future has arrived!" the little emperor roared, his palms spread out, and he aimed straight at the sky above the dragon realm.

At the same time, the thick flames turned into two petite fire dragons, mixed with the red sparks that drifted outward in the future, and continued to transmit the magic source power to the scepter in the air.

"The blood of the half-dragon, the endless flames, and the time represented by the flowers on the other side, you are the product of the gods to this world, you are the power that human beings can strive to obtain, and you are also the everything that countless people yearn for, please release for the dragons, and work for the future of this world. As long as the flame of the god of fire fuses the chains of bondage, and the combination of the blood of the half-dragon and the flower of life is able to reshape the flesh, everything will be worth it. We are with the gods, we are with the flames!"

The little emperor whispered a spell in his mouth, and the flames and light in his hands gradually brightened, and finally scattered outward like the sun that shone on everything, suppressing the eyes of the people.

Even the little emperor himself had to close his eyes in the first place to avoid the ensuing damage.

But all this did not last long, and soon, the surging flame vortex spun to the extreme, and the product of the combination of blood and the flower of the other side also disappeared along with the blood mist that had gushed out before.

In the center of the eye of the storm, the surrounding psychedelic fog is concentrated in one place as if the plug has been removed, and then disappears.

When the sound of wind and fire ended, the mist, blood, and scepter finally turned into a bright golden orb that hung at the top of the altar in the center of the Dragon Realm.

"It's wonderful, let it fall, it's all over. The little emperor prayed in his heart, and threw the last remaining trace of demonic power in his body, along with the fling stone, towards the golden ball.

Rumble!

With a brief pop, the Flying Flame Stone and the Demonic Source Force disappeared near the golden orb, smashing it open several neat cracks, like the most sophisticated mechanical product of the Empire.

Click, click, click.

The mechanical crack gradually expanded, and this time the Dao was not so neat, as if it had been gnawed by a strange monster with the sharp teeth of the bearer, extending irregularly outward, and finally circling around, touching and combining with the previous crack.

Bang!

The crisp sound radiated outward as if a megaphone had been added, and after a bright golden flash, a myriad of shards of scarlet and white with their tails dragging like a pop fell straight down and landed impartially in the center of the altar.

Including those dragon claws that are struggling outward.

Five seconds, ten seconds, twenty seconds.

In just twenty seconds, including the little emperor and the dragon in the air, it was as if they had experienced a thousand years.

Eventually, with the four eyes blessed with intense emotions of anticipation, bewilderment, excitement, and hope, the center of the altar began to collapse inward.

The bright blue sky was now the product of the interweaving of stars and the universe told in the twenty-first era of the Dragon Book, and it is consistent with the dragon's borders, and a scarlet moon is also suspended.

Under the foil of the dark night and the flapping of the dragon's wings, a pair of dragon claws stood out from the crowd, carrying the colors of scarlet and darkness, and gradually struggled outward.

First of all, the dragon head, he sharply examined everything around him, and looked at his body in disbelief. Bookbag netting

Next is the dragon body, dragon wings, and finally the dragon tail.

With a roar of excitement, the dragon glanced around, flapping its wings and soaring into the air.

"How beautiful, Long Zhi. The little emperor exclaimed, and couldn't help but look up.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The dragon said, slamming a light mixed with blood and demonic power towards the center of the broken altar.

Bang!

As the light dissipated, a violent shaking poured out of the ground, but only three seconds later, with a second roar, another dragon burst out of the altar and soared into the air.

However, the dragon had exhausted all the remaining strength in his body, and could no longer maintain the form of a half-dragon, and slowly fell behind the little emperor as the flame wings dissipated.

He fell softly, and the soles of his feet did not make any sound, like a graceful dancer of the empire, but more like an elf wandering between humans and dragons, at this time, he was more like a son of a dragon than Ye Mingyuan.

"You've given everything, Dragon. I also gave everything. The Lord and the gods will bless you and me, and the story was born from ten years ago, when the book "Dark Book" that records everything about the dragons began. You and I, like the Westerner writer who wrote The Game of Ice and Fire, have been adding nuanced descriptions of Long Qing and the dragon reenactment, and behold, we have succeeded. The gates of the Dragon Realm will open when all of your dragons have reappeared, and the altar in the Imperial Tomb will be the first place for you to open your eyes to this new world. The little emperor looked at Long Zhi with a smile and said, at this time he did not look like a high-ranking imperial king, but like a child chasing dreams and fantasy, smiling and staring at everything.

He was excited, he was happy, he wanted to roar, but he knew that it wasn't over yet, and there was one last step to go.

"Your Majesty, thank you for all that you have done for us. The dragons will serve you and the empire until the day you die. Even while you're alive, we can be your effort to do whatever you want. Long Zhi said, and even knelt on one knee and bowed to the little emperor to understand the empire.

Although it was not the ritual of kneeling on the knees when bowing to the Lord and the gods, it was, as far as the dragons were concerned, enough to recognize the supreme authority of the little emperor over them.

"There is still one step away, loyalty can be shown at any time, and there is no hurry at this time. The little emperor smiled and stretched out his right hand, pulled the dragon up and stared with him at the altar that was still exuding strong temperature and demonic power.

One, two, three......

Nearly twenty dragons with their wings spread poured out of the altar one after another, and eventually, until the altar was completely shattered and there was no more breath of flame.

After looking hesitantly for a few seconds, under the light of the stars, the little emperor whose clothes were stained with blood quickly rushed towards the bottom of the dragon coiled, and under the surging of the dragon breath and demonic source power, he quickly filled his own demonic source power and adjusted the corresponding position, so that the gate of the dragon realm would unfold in a better direction.

He raised his right hand high, his eyes pinpointed, and with all his strength gathered the flames in the dimness, he shouted to the dragons:

"Ready, dragons, the gates of the dragon realm are opened, and you can be free. Now, get out of the way from under the Crimson Moon and wait for the Light to come. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. The dragons shouted in unison, and the circle gradually began to neatly assemble, forming a ring inside that looked just big enough to hold the moon from below.

"Enough. The little emperor nodded, and sent the flames into the air.

After a violent flicker of light like sunlight, the scarlet moon in the Dragon Realm gradually became occupied by flames and collapsed, forming a gate of heterogeneous planes that shone through light and swirls.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of successive sprints crossed the little emperor's ears, and the coiled dragons passed through the red vortex in turn, and finally disappeared completely into the dragon realm.

"Your Majesty, it's time for the two of us. Long Zhi said, walking forward.

The little emperor didn't reply, just nodded and walked under the Scarlet Moon.

A burst of red light flashed, and the little emperor and Long Zhi disappeared in place, as if they had never appeared.

The Dragon Realm, which was cut into mountains and flames by the red curtain, also collapsed inward at the same time, gradually disappearing.

After the little emperor left, he recited a calming piece of music, like a coming to the future:

"When the flames fall.

When the light returns.

When the life of the other side of the flower surges.

A dream that has been silent for a hundred years.

Ten years of silent pursuit.

It finally ends at this moment.

The Scarlet Moon is a source of strength.

Everything that is hot will be against the ice.

Under ice and fire.

Between light and darkness.

We and the Dragons.

Coexist with the flames!

See you again in the New World!"