On the other side of the Magic Continent, the Dragon Emperor Albert, who had just returned to his territory from the Ellan Hill Empire, walked into the palace he once liked very much.

It was once the most splendid palace in the world: every few meters, a magic hedron lamp is lit by a perennial magic crystal, and frescoes can be seen everywhere.

The floor tiles in the hallway are inlaid with gold, and stepping on them can make a nice clicking sound, which can be described in one word, that is, wealth and compelling.

It's a pity that the current Dragon Emperor doesn't like such vulgar decorations, he prefers the low-key luxury of the simple style of the Orchid Hill Empire.

What made him even more unbearable was that there was no wifi, no video call system where he could contact his subordinates immediately, and there was no delicious food here that he liked.

In a way, he now prefers Iran Hill to his home in the true sense of the word.

But his own home is his own home after all, and this place still gives the Dragon Emperor more sense of security and belonging.

He walked through his palace, through a long corridor, to a great hall.

It's a temple dedicated to the dragon gods, the most sacred place for dragons - but it's unpretentiously decorated like a giant cave and filled with raw ore of magic crystals glowing blue.

In the middle of these magic ores, there is a huge skeleton, this skeleton is so huge, exposed to the outside, only a third of the skeleton itself, but this third is already larger than the dragon incarnated by the Dragon Emperor.

Although next to the petrified bone claw was a huge skull that could never be raised again, this skull leaned against the edge of a broken magic stalactite, and there was no longer a trace of life in the hollow eye sockets.

Even if it is not a little angry, this skeleton still exudes a pale blue light, and these magical breaths that have been strong for millions of years prove that this skeleton was once powerful.

At the top of this huge cave, there is a hole that I don't know if it was naturally formed or intentionally cut, and the sunlight shines through this hole, bathing the whole cave in soft light.

The Dragon Emperor stood in front of the huge corpse and watched silently. The owner of this skeleton is not the father of the Dragon Emperor, and he does not know whether it is the ancestor of the Dragon Clan or the Dragon God himself in the true sense of the word.

In short, this world once fell an even more powerful dragon, and no one knows why it fell.

It was an ancient world that even the dragons who lived for a long time could not verify. It is a history that has long been submerged by time, a legend that no one knows.

If the tree of life of the elves is the root of the belief and strength of the elves, then the roots of the dragons, the pride of the dragons, and the strength of the dragons come from here.

He likes to stand here, because he can feel his own smallness when he stands here, and he stands here with humility and piety, because every time he stands here, he knows that he can become stronger.

It's a pity that what he saw and heard in the Irlanhill Empire has shaken the Dragon Emperor's state of mind, and he reluctantly admits the fact that no matter how powerful he is, as powerful as this skeleton, he will not be able to defeat that terrible human empire.

Because he had witnessed the "Great Fall Technique" that was enough to destroy the entire world, compared to the Staff of the Gods, that attack was the lingering nightmare that haunted the Dragon Emperor's heart.

In the Dragon Emperor's cognition, only gods are qualified to destroy the world. But when this divine power is in the hands of mortals, the authority of the gods is left behind in the world.

With a sigh, the Dragon Emperor reached out and pressed his powerful palm against the claws closest to the front of the skeleton.

As the strongest dragon clan today, maybe only he can feel powerlessness and depression. The former glory has been surpassed, and the former hegemon has declined......

The Dragon Emperor's state of mind at this moment was full of sadness and emotion, because looking at the skeleton in front of him, he seemed to be looking at his future self.

Backward and outdated things can only wither, and if they are not the most powerful existence, they can only be turned into bones.

"Your Majesty! The envoy of the demon clan has arrived. Adair walked into the Dragon God Temple, walked behind the Dragon Emperor, bowed his head slightly and spoke.

"Let him in!" The Dragon Emperor didn't mean to look back, his hand was still pressed on the dragon's claws, and his voice echoed throughout the Dragon God Temple, full of majesty and power.

"But Your Majesty...... Here is ......" Hearing this order, Adair raised his head to advise the Dragon Emperor.

"It's okay, let him in!" The Dragon Emperor interrupted Adair, still insisting on his orders.

Adair nodded slightly, then turned and walked out of this hall, which was very important to the dragons.

In the middle of the night, a human walked into this mysterious and amazing hall. He was dressed in aristocratic clothes, and the expression on his face was full of shock.

The Dragon Emperor turned around this time and looked down at the human beings who walked in in front of the dragon's claws: "The Origin of Magic sent you to me, what is the matter?" ”

"The Great Origin of Magic hopes to join forces with the Dragon Emperor, as long as it can destroy the Elan Hill Empire, the demons will never set foot in the magical ......world," the human said to the Dragon Emperor with a hint of demonic aura in his eyes.

"What makes the Magic Origin think that the dragons would be willing to mingle with the demons?" The Dragon Emperor glanced at the insignificant human in front of him, and asked rhetorically with a full mouth.

"Your Majesty! We all have a common enemy, isn't that reason enough? The human who had been bewitched by the demon stepped forward and spoke at a rapid pace.

"Hahahaha!" As if he had heard some joke, the Dragon Emperor laughed loudly, and only after laughing enough did he continue to speak, and said to the demon messenger in front of him: "No matter how down-and-out my Albert is, my mind is still clear!" ”

"There is no need to talk about cooperation." He waved his hand, then continued, "The only regret is that it may not be me Albert who is going to kill the source of magic!" ”

"And you! It should be an honor! Because for 10,000 years, you are the only demon clan who has come here, the closest demon clan to the Dragon God Temple...... The only demon who is lucky enough to die here......" the Dragon Emperor said as he stretched out a hand.

The human being, who had been bewitched by the demons, was instantly incinerated to ashes by magic, and the screams echoed in the hall, making it a little more bloody.