According to the other harsh Abis conquerors, the dragons have always had a lineage.

In ancient times, when the bloodline was still pure, these dragons did not have wings.

One of its masters, the Shadow of Darkness, bestows dragon claws and magic, and the history is that dragons easily defeated the Titans and the Elementals to become the lord of the earth.

But the dragon was not satisfied, and put forward a demand that the controller could not meet, which also brought punishment......

There was a dragon, and at the same time the first dragon to dare to roar at the Supreme Creator. Casting his gaze in the direction of the sun, he finally locked on to the sun's position and spotted a cloud of light.

Light is the highest Creator.

"Let the flames of the sun be used by the dragons. The dragon roared.

Dragon, chanting incantations.

The dragon gave birth to a pair of wings that didn't exist before.

The dragon flapped its wings across the sky to touch the sun suspended in the void.

As the dragon approached the light, the shadow of darkness grabbed the dragon.

"What did I do? you're going to do this to me?" the dragon struggled.

"The light is the primordial, the incomprehensible being, the eye, and no being can touch it. Dark Shadow replied.

"You shouldn't have given wings, and even if you had the power, it would be even more wrong to approach the light, you are cursed creatures. From the beginning, your blood was impure. Accept the blessing of the shadows and you will be cast out by the light, this is the camp division, since you have fallen into the bottomless abyss, what do you desire the light for?"

Shadow of Darkness gives all dragons wings, while reclaiming most of their abilities, including creation and eternal immortality.

The dragon is no longer the master of the earth, it can only soar in the sky, the earth belongs to another creature, and several humanoid creatures have begun to compete for the earth, the one with three eyes and six hands......

The dragon king once told this story to the princess, and the princess told it to the demon, but the demon always had a strange feeling... He still didn't understand why this story was so familiar and lingering.

Without wings... Dragon, must have forgotten a lot of things again. The demon no longer tried to remember, he just lay on the ground comfortably, accepting the embrace of the dragon kingdom with the atmosphere of the wild world, it would be a good start, a war that the dragons must accept!

The rain was pouring down, and the boy walked into the cave and lifted his soaked hood. He was relieved that the rain could not penetrate the hole.

It was late at night. The moonlight was obscured by heavy black clouds, and the cave was pitch black, and Karl did not light the fire, and walked straight to the depths of the cave.

The cave was silent and dry, the ground was covered with gravel, and his feet crackled, echoing in the cave for a long time, intersecting with the sound of rain.

"It's quiet, maybe she's out. The boy mused, but his steps did not stop, and the rain continued to drip from the underside of the soaked cloak, leaving a vague trail of water behind him.

The cave seemed to have no end, the boy's footsteps had been taken countless times, and the darkness ahead only became deeper, like a passage into the abyss, and there was no turning back when you fell into it. He was terrified by what suddenly happened in the deep darkness, he was afraid of the darkness? No, the source of fear was the light that illuminated the black world.

Two flashes of yellow light tore through the darkness in the distance, two dim oil lamps, hanging in the air and flickering faintly.

He breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace. "You're back. As he walked to the lamp, someone spoke in the darkness, his voice low and hoarse, while the dim oil lamp became a little brighter.

He bowed slightly, and said, "I'm back, noble princess, and I'm sorry, but I don't like to see light in the dark." He took the oil lamp that the princess had given him, and extinguished the fire.

"The smell of rain," the voice continued, "and the smell of blood, from the fire dragon, from the barbarians here, and yours. You're hurt. ”

"Yes. The young man bowed his head and replied with some shame.

"Let me see. "A flame sprouted out of thin air and coalesced into a fireball. The flames emit a bright glow that illuminates the entire cave. The boy raised his hand to block the sudden light, and stared through his fingers at the behemoth in front of him.

It was a dragon, the dim purple was the color of her pupils, and the boy liked purple, so he liked to look at the dragon's eyes, and every time he saw the dragon in front of him, he had to look down from the eyes.

The dull and blackened scales glittered in the light of the fire, and even more dazzling than the scales was the thick layer of gold coins under the dragon's body. Like all the dragons in the ballad, she also has a bed made of gold coins, and she is really a cheesy princess. But these days, the extravagant and lazy life of the princess is contrasted with his former "shameful life like a poor man" in Abys. In this way, when the boy once again recalled the few impressionist paintings he had left behind during his time in the League, he only felt that the source of so-called art and elegance was poverty.

Poor people can only fantasize about covering up material poverty with a noble spirit, and yes, artists are poor when they live. I'm also poor.

The poor people who have no money fantasize about their poor and distorted aesthetics, and look down on the so-called nouveau riche life, and the same is true of the so-called aristocratic families that have been inherited, and the teenagers also look down on the nouveau riche. As a result, he really saw the nouveau riche life, such as the dragon in front of him, he was very aggrieved, and he was still too poor.

Art and power, of course, choose art, but art and extravagant pomp, now think about it rationally, sure enough, the latter is more in line with the identity, more important, this is completely in line with the tradition of the rules of Abys......

The dragon would not have noticed the boy's inner struggle

"What a mess, Your Highness Andua. Caring was more like a banter, and the dragon princess looked at the demon: "You look like a leftover elk, your cloak is soaked in blood, how do you ask me to clean up the blood stains you left when you came in?"

The dragon tapped the water path behind the boy with his chin, the dripping rain mixed with blood, making it even more scarlet under the flames. "Alright, take off your cloak first. The boy was very obedient this time, not only did not deny the princess's taunt, but also nodded very seriously.

This she-dragon, though it looks like those stupid dragons, is a cold-blooded creature. But she had so much wealth, and perhaps there was something I didn't know about, and the boy suddenly began to worship the princess as he thought of his failed financial means.

That's right, at least in life, this she-dragon is much smarter than those female demon gods or god-killing gods.

Thinking back to the lives of those female demon gods, he was extremely cold.

This is especially true when you think about all the strange buildings in the sea of blood. On that occasion in the Sea of Blood, the ghosts and gods built many buildings to welcome him. I still remember that whenever he asked why your building was like this, the ghosts and gods who led the way around him would say, "Oh, that's what the god of killing means, and she thinks it's beautiful." ”

"But I feel like the buildings are more like curved things, like the level of a beginner in painting. He was very sorry at the time, so he asked himself.

The ghosts and gods said inscrutablely, "This is some kind of art. ”

The boy still remembers that a ghost who had a better relationship with him whispered in his ear: "Because she can't paint at all, these buildings have been built like this, and most of the beings here don't know anything related to art at all, and they can't even tell the difference between beauty and ugliness." ”

"You go to the multiverse. That's what the boy asked.

"Yes, or else I'd be like them. ”

"The universe is a profound place. That's what the boy said at the time.

For a person with a bad memory, it must be a very important moment for him to be able to clearly remember every detail of the time.

It should be rare for a teenager to have such a deep memory, which shows the impact of that experience on him.

Submissively take off your cloak and throw it into the air. The flames quickly engulfed the blood-stained cloak, spitting out a pinch of ash.

The dragon's pupils, which had turned from pale purple to pale gold, carefully examined the wounds on the demon's body, the wound on the top of his right chest that had been pierced by the long sword was slowly healing, and the armor around his body had been cut in dozens of places, most of the cuts had healed, and the new skin was revealing its characteristic tender red.

"It's embarrassing. The dragon princess giggled, and the laughter was no different from that of a wicked little girl who had succeeded in her prank.

"The wound in my chest took at least a second to recover, and I deliberately didn't recover, which is called feeling the shame of the pain. ”

"Habits learned from humans? If the fragile humans were dead, they usually said that and then they died immediately, and then the woman next to them could only cry incessantly. ”

This time, the boy also learned the mysterious and hoarse tone of the princess and said, "No, you may not have seen it. When they are going to die, they usually have a lot of words to say before they die. Usually I wait for them to finish talking before I kill the woman. ”

"Very good habits. The princess lay lazily on the bed and yawned, and in human form, she also had full curves.

"In the multiverse, human alchemists have developed an expensive potion that can heal even serious injuries to the point of near-death. The boy sat down on the bed and looked at the princess. The princess then turned her face as well, the demon and the dragon, and Purple Eyes to Purple Eyes.

"Insignificant little inventions of mankind, nothing more. The princess always replied nonchalantly, "Fragile ants must cherish their lives...... Moreover, the product of alchemy cannot bring complete healing. Okay, tell me who hurt you?"

"A human being. ”

"Human?one?" the princess raised her voice.

"A mercenary, a mercenary who can use magic, a soul warlock. ”

"A warlock who is a mercenary, interesting. The princess sat up, and the gold coins rattled at her feet.

"But to demons, isn't magic not human?"

The boy snorted coldly, and a cluster of flames erupted from his nose.

"I'm glad you remember. That's right, magic doesn't belong to humans in the face of demons. There are some exceptions, such as the Soul Warlocks, whether alchemists or spell-casting ants, and the opponents of the Dark Shadows give them a little bit of pitiful power, especially when it is me standing in front of them. Either way, the trip was a lot of fun. ”

The princess commanded, "Now." Tell me about it. ”

"Not interested, now, I'm going to sleep. The boy passed out after speaking.