"Fighting? Is this your attitude towards death? Yes, yes. In this case, the nightmare of the Creator will never wake up, and our world can finally function normally, right.....?

Like a messenger from hell, like facing the last struggle of a dying man!

"You're not a dragon?" The little emperor seemed to guess the identity of the person in front of him, and a killing intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.

This is one of the few times he has shown it, and since he has acquired the power of the dragons, he has only revealed this feeling in his heart once, the last time he was assassinated on the iron bridge leading from the palace to the military hall.

And this time, apparently, it is not much different from that one.

"Am I a dragon, and so what? Humans have always liked to determine the properties of something by appearance, and once they have done so, they will not change this inherent prejudice if the world changes. If I can't transform into what you like and use the voice that shakes your heart, how can you be guided by me to death?" the boy smiled.

This kind of smile, even under the sunny avenue of the imperial capital, seems very dark and uncomfortable, not to mention that in this dragon realm, which is already full of death and threat, under the sound of rolling lava, it looks even more terrifying.

"So what? But now it seems that you are more like the key to opening the direction of the second ritual, and only by destroying you here, and the 10,000-year plan designated by me for the empire and the world, can there be a possibility of success, isn't it? If the ancient records are not wrong, some of the power that sealed the dragons and darkness back then came from you. ”

"You know me?" said the young man, slightly surprised.

"I don't know you, and I've never met you. The little emperor replied, but his hands clenched on the firecrackle were always looking for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow to the person in front of him.

"And how do you know all this, such a distant and ancient legend?" said the young man, taking another slight step forward.

This made the surrounding soldiers even more nervous, and they pulled the mechanism of the fire gun again, and took half a step back. To reality their warnings, as well as the deep fears of the heart.

"The Secret Book" is not only a philosophical product left over from the end of the old era, but also a collection of history created at the beginning of the new era. Through him, anyone can know what belongs to the Creator, starting with the dragons and ending with their silence. The little emperor said as he desperately mobilized the little remaining flame demon source power in his body.

The Yan Ding Stone in his hand had already almost exhausted all of the demonic source power, and the Dragon Realm Stone with the power of the dragon clan was also in Yan Ling's hands at this moment, waiting to open the Lost City.

"In that case, you should know who I am. Everything that I have changed will be formed according to the strongest desires present, and if you are all those who avoid desires, then my body will be like air, and there will be no threat to you, but if there is an extremely strong desire in my heart, then my power will become incomparably stronger. So you, are you ready for death?" said the young man, and in his demon-like right claw, he also condensed the demonic source power out of thin air, forming a green flame.

It's like a monster who has stepped out of hell into the world to take the aura of life.

"No one is ready to die, and this kind of thing should not exist in the world. The world only needs order, kindness, beauty, justice, fairness, and life. Everything that was imposed on people in Pandora's box will be annihilated with the flames of the dragons, until the world returns to the balance that belongs to all things. The little emperor replied, his brow furrowed as he rolled his thoughtful eyes around.

If there was dragon power around him at this time, then everything would seem so simple, and he would not need to delay with words.

"Yes, balance, everything will be in balance. Only when the balance is broken will I appear before you, in whatever form. There is everything good in the world, but there is also death that belongs to a life that should be experienced. Birth, growth, aging, rupture, these are all that belong to life, you only want good things, but those are not eternal attributes that cannot be superimposed. Anything that is eternal is ephemeral, but what is ephemeral is eternal. Therefore, the same is true of death, precisely because its generation is short, so every life must experience it eternally in order to reproduce everything that belongs to them, in order to finally and eternally exist in this world to maintain that low, fragile balance. And you, it seems, don't understand. The boy said, grasping at the green light that had just risen in his hand, and in an instant, the green flame was attached to his right hand like a glove.

"If you don't experience death in your dreams, you won't know its fears, and you won't be able to accept its coming. I am the god of nightmares belonging to the dragon realm and the underworld, and my name is Goethe Meyer. I am the most faithful servant of the Creator and the most faithful guardian of this world, and you have upset the balance set by the Creator and are destined to go to the underworld to be punished by the flames. Oh, yes, you're not afraid of fire, are you? That's fine, the ice will run through your body every day, making you feel the pain of freezing forever, and you will never get warm. ”

The young man, no, the words of Goethe Meier, the god of nightmares, had just fallen, and in front of the little emperor, he shook his wings violently, and wanted to fly like a dragon in the same place.

It's a pity that those wings don't belong to the dragon clan, and can only bring a perceptible but invisible transparent wall of wind around his body in place.

"Goethe, the god of demons. However, you should also know that in the ancient legends of the Empire, flying belongs to the dragons. Those birds were always relatives of the dragons thousands of years ago, but they didn't have any power to fly. Even today's machines have to wait for the day when they will reach full maturity. The royal power of our Fire Empire itself is also of the same origin as the dragon clan, and you want to punish me according to the power of the dragon clan, isn't that a ridiculous thing?" the little emperor sneered, and actually took two steps forward against the wind wall.

At this time, he was still less than five meters away from Goethe.

Between five meters, it is already the distance where the fighting spirit can start and extend into battle.

"Welcome to the balance, what is broken, what is not broken, what has been broken, what is about to be destroyed, will not appear in this world. Goethe said, blowing violently the wind that had gathered with its wings around him.

Between the first and third seconds, the wind was only less than the level of a typhoon, but in the fourth and sixth seconds, it increased violently, and the people present were already a little unsteady on their feet.

By the seventh second, everyone present was unable to maintain their shape.

Under such a strong force, the soldiers closest to the Wind Phoenix Eye were uprooted like leeks and blown straight into the lava not far away.

"Ahh

A fierce scream erupted as they were blown up, but ended at the moment their bodies came into contact with the lava.

Fortunately, the flame demon source power in the little emperor's body was still arranged, and from the first second of the strong wind, his front began to faintly form a wall belonging to the flames.

By the time the screams of the Imperial soldiers had disappeared, the flames in front of him had condensed to a point as majestic and intense as a fiery red wall.

Even Goethe, after the flames, he couldn't see, he could only rely on the power of the magic source to perceive.

"This attack, blowing on those who are not determined, and their ups and downs, have caused the balance of the continent to be broken and to an irretrievable situation. Goethe roared angrily, violently retracting all the winds around him, and staring at the remaining Imperial soldiers in front of him with the same black pupils as the little emperor.

"Demons come from shadows, and where there is darkness, there are nightmares. Hahaha. Goethe smirked, and from his right hand, which glowed with green, three pitch-black vines grew.

The three vines seemed to have been nourished by the dark for many years, and under the perception of the little emperor through the flames, they actually discovered the existence of life.

The dozen or so remaining soldiers behind the flame shield, including Lingyan, were unaware of any further danger.

"Be careful, it's coming. Fear no more of you who wield the firebolt, for his wind can only be used this once. Wait for the vine to come, and whether you hit the vine or hit him, it will have an effect. The firebolts of our empire have never been afraid of any living thing. Get ready. The little emperor ordered in a low and hurried voice, and in front of Goethe, he slowly withdrew the magic source power of the wall of flames, and quickly injected a new magic source power into the fire gun in his hand.

At the same time, all the people around him were staring at the flames, waiting for the vines to arrive.

When the flame shield faded to almost transparent, a black shadow as fast as light galloped towards the little emperor's side.

Bang!

A crisp sound mixed with a thick flame quickly rushed out of the small imperial fire gun carried by the little emperor, without any aim, nor did it require any excessive preparation, the perception and game between the demon source power and the demon source power were itself accurate.

The little emperor's precise fireball hit the death vines that were attacking him.

Suddenly, a bright flame burned like light along the vine in the direction of Goethe.

"You're too smart. Goethe scoffed.

He quickly detached the vine from his right hand and threw it towards the bodies of the other Flame Empire soldiers around him.

To the soldiers, the vine was the width of a man, and it carried flames, like the raging flames of hell.

Bang! Bang bang!

Those soldiers who were unwilling to touch the fire of death hurriedly and quickly struck out the firearms in their hands, as if they were training diligently on weekdays.

However, when the fire bolt came into contact with the vines, it only made some dull sounds, and the little emperor's fire bolt had already attached the fire to it, and the current imperial fire bolt could not play any role in stopping it, but those flames were like oil, prompting the fire from hell to take away their speed.

In a short time, the five or six soldiers, overwhelmed by the vines and scorched by the flames, had all turned into a black mixture.

This is similar to the color of the surrounding rocks, and I wonder if the Creator took these things into account when he created this world.

"Your soldiers seem to be mortals. Fighting the gods as mortals, do you think there will be results?"

Although Goethe clutched his aching right hand tightly, there was a smug mockery in his eyes and words.

"Then do you think that's all the soldiers of the Empire can do?" said the little emperor with a smile on his lips.

Hiss –

A faint sound crossed the ears of the little emperor and Goethe.

Soon, the ammunition that had just been fired by the Imperial soldiers turned into a thick puff of smoke.

In a short time, the small platform was completely shrouded in smoke.

"You are not qualified to become a god because you are too self-righteous. The little emperor shouted, and in the gray smoke, he could clearly perceive everything moving.

After smiling, he pinned the fire gun back to his waist, and after clenching his hands firmly, a fiery red light immediately covered his fists.

At this time, he seemed to be an imperial soldier with killing intent and war intent.