I don't know if it's because the little emperor's physical strength is close to the limit, or because the imperial soldier's firearm makes him use it not well. The three flame spirits just lightly brushed Goethe's white skin and rushed towards the deeper lava.

Not even a trace of Goethe's skin remained.

"Damn!" the little emperor cursed, tossing the Imperial Torch in his hand to the soldiers behind him, and quickly ran back to the lava, carefully examining Goethe who was struggling on the lava.

So much so that the Imperial soldiers behind him almost didn't even hold the firecracker.

At this moment, Goethe, like a white seagull doing difficult movements in the air, is constantly changing his body shape, dancing his wings desperately, as if he wants to show a more swan-like dance in front of everyone.

However, reality is never as beautiful and pure as in fairy tales, and when Goethe finally stabilized his body and barely flew upwards and hovered his body, beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, which were not much different from those of humans.

"You don't look like a god. The little emperor scoffed.

"You're more like a god. Goethe praised.

"Why?"

"Why?"

The two asked each other at the same time.

However, in the next second, they all learned that they might never be the ones who got this answer.

Rumble!

A great tremor came from the ground beneath everyone's feet again. Starting from the flame dragon where the dragon statue had previously incarnated, a distinct crack formed.

The space, which was not wide in itself, was instantly split in two by this crack.

At the same time, as if summoned by some kind of summoning, the surrounding lava flew up from the surrounding lava lake, as if a red curtain had been raised, and poured towards the half-divided land to the left hand of the statue.

"Run!" Ling Yan shouted, hurriedly pulling the Imperial soldiers beside him towards the statue's right hand.

The little emperor and Goethe were much luckier, their position was originally on the right side of the statue, and they only needed to stabilize their bodies under the shock.

As the flame dragon returned to its upright form from a kneeling position, the vibrations around it disappeared.

But the people around the little emperor were only left with Ling Yan and four or five imperial soldiers who were pulled over by him at this time.

"You seem to have provoked the Creator. Goethe laughed, flapped his wings violently, and flew towards the position of the little emperor.

Bang!

The little emperor was quick-eyed, and hurriedly snatched a firearm from Lingyan's waist and hit it towards Goethe's position.

But this time, Goethe's magic power seemed to stabilize a lot, and he only waved his right hand slightly, and a black shadow flashed, engulfing the deadly fireball that rushed towards him.

"The final winner of this battle is still a nightmare. You will be trapped here forever, and of course, you will never get out. Goethe laughed and returned his right hand to a demonic claw.

"No way, when the sun rises and the sun comes down on everything, whether it's a nightmare or a sweet dream, it will wake up uncontrollably. Even before facing death, any human being must accept reality before he can give his soul to the Lord. The little emperor argued, and continued to try to gather the remaining flame demon source power in his right hand.

However, it was a pity that the magic source power in his right hand only condensed into a small flame that was so faint that it was not even as good as a match, and the moment he waved his hand, it was swallowed by the blowing breeze.

He's close to the limit.

From the dark tentacles that Long Qing encountered at the beginning, to opening the dragon's gate, to stepping into the dragon realm, and finally to the battle with Goethe, whether it was battle intent or killing intent, whether it was physical strength or magic source power, he seemed to have reached the limit.

And Goethe, looking at the little emperor's dark eyes, either frightened or unwilling, slowly raised the corners of his mouth upward, like a dragon king.

However, the dragon clan does not have the title of dragon king.

"Silence yourself in nightmares, just like the dragons of the past. If I hadn't trapped them in a nightmare, how could those core members of the dragon clan have remained asleep for hundreds of years without sending a message to the outside world? After all, no dragon can wake up from my nightmare. And the appearance of my dragons is not only the desires of your heart, but also the desires of those dragons sleeping in prisons. Now, it's time for this little farce to end. ”

Goethe said darkly, his figure flickering slightly, and after leaving a dark illusion in place, he disappeared from under the noses of several people.

When the darkness recondensed, a red spring had already appeared on the chest of an imperial soldier behind the little emperor.

After a while, as the shadow flickered again, Goethe reappeared five meters in front of the little emperor.

And the remaining four soldiers behind him have long since lost any breath of life.

Now, only he, Goethe, and Lingyan are left.

"Your response is really among the best in the world. Even in the era of dragon rule, you are the best among them. You, like me, have the possibility of being approved by the Creator. It's just a pity that you and I have opposite purposes and are destined to become friends. Goethe scoffed, stirring up the little darkness left in his body, and fading the red of his right hand so that it dripped onto the more crowded ground.

The little emperor and Ling Yan were both holding their left arms, enduring the pain that penetrated into the soul because of the darkness.

It turned out that in Goethe's attack just now, the little emperor and Ling Yan both accurately judged the direction of Goethe's attack, and from the moment the first soldier was attacked, their hearts completely calculated the next response strategy to show.

When Goethe's dark claws struck them in the chest, they all dodged the fatal blow as if they were on the right.

"Light does not work with darkness, nor can it be defeated by darkness. The light of the dragons will not succumb to the darkness of nightmares. What you don't know is that in fact, I want to come to the Dragon Realm to resurrect the Dragon Clan, which is not just a "Dark Book". In this day and age, who would be attracted to a book and dedicate everything to it? The little emperor laughed strongly.

"No way, no one can wake up as long as they are affected by nightmares, not even the Creator. Goethe defended himself that he did not believe every word the little emperor said.

"What do you see here?" said the little emperor, putting his hand in his jacket pocket and fumbling for something.

In the next second, a round ruby that shone with a strong light and was as brilliant and beautiful as a smiling planet appeared in the little emperor's hand.

"What is this?" said Goethe.

In this second, the darkness in front of his eyes and in his body quickly escaped from his body and slipped away, as if he had seen a greater god. Even his dark eyes, after this flicker, reverted to an emerald-like appearance.

"It represents fire and has the power of the dragons. Although his last holder was only a traitor to the Empire, or rather a sacrifice. It comes from the Dragon Realm, also from the Dragon Realm, and merges with some of the dragons' powers. It's called Flying Stone. The little emperor said.

"Flying Flame Stone, Dragon Crystal, impossible, no dragon can escape the control of the nightmare. Impossible!" Goethe roared, bordering on hysteria.

His demonic claws were now back to the form of an ordinary teenager.

But his hideous, struggling, frantic expression didn't look like what he should have at this age. He was more like a madman who had escaped from the Imperial Capital Mental Hospital, desperately sliding his fingernails that didn't seem to be long against his immature face.

Each stroke was accompanied by a streak of blood, but each slap produced a dark force that smoothed out the streaks and restored them to their previous appearance.

"The gods also have to follow the rules. The future rule of this world can only be to find a balance between dragons and humans. Even if darkness is coming, it doesn't matter, as long as there is light in the hearts of those who obey the order, it is enough. Moreover, all nightmares will wake up, although some of their dragons are sleepy by this demon, but five hundred years is long enough, long enough for those who do not have darkness in their hearts to get rid of it as soon as possible. That's the poor dragon in Nandu, and so is the dragon here. Nightmare, oh, there has never been a physical existence!" said the little emperor, throwing the flintstone in his hand, which was already as hot as magma, towards Goethe.

Suddenly, as if summoned by their master, the surrounding lava pulled up its thin but not weak body, like a red curtain, and poured desperately in the direction of Goethe.

As if to pull off the final prelude for him.

"Nightmare!, lava!" Goethe said angrily, still desperately mobilizing the dragon's power of desire to try to stop the lava's erosion of him.

However, all this, as he and the little emperor had agreed, using the dragon's appearance and body in the lava would only increase the torture time out of thin air, and would not produce any effect.

When Goethe's side was neutralized, the temperature around his body finally reached a level that he could no longer bear.

"Ahh

He finally screamed uncontrollably, dancing desperately in the fireball formed by the convergence of lava.

"Nightmares always go away. Goethe, this is the Creator calling you, this is your own darkness calling you. We will remember you, and of course we will eventually forget you. The little emperor said, injecting a spiritual power into the Flying Stone.

The fling stone spun in the air, then spat out a red light again, rushing towards the flame that symbolized the end.

Eventually, the fireballs formed by those magma became smaller and weaker.

When Goethe's cries ceased to exist, the lava finally disappeared.