A large and irregular shadow hung over the land, and the adventurers raised their heads to see what was new to block the daylight, but all they saw were large pieces of armor-like scales, inverted triangular blade-like wings, jagged protruding joints, and sharp barbs.

It was anchored in the sky, and the air rumbled loudly.

"Another dragon!"

"Black Dragon!"

The adventurers let out a few sporadic screams, and many more were speechless, as if their hearts were being crushed by a rolling torrent, and the shock was not only due to the sight of two dragons in one day, but also from the oppression of the imminent death.

When the huge body of the black dragon appears, it seems that the whole world is squeezed in all directions, making you feel as if your body is twisted and squeezed, fear, anxiety, nervousness, and trembling are mixed together, so that the throat and tongue lose the function of making sounds.

This is not the suppression of Long Wei, but more like the insignificance and powerlessness felt when gazing at the entire abyss.

The golden dragon Stannis also felt it, his body was covered in scales, his body trembled involuntarily, and he trembled for a while, before he hesitated and said, "Ancestor...... Ancestral Dragons? ”

"No, Eladia only has one ancestral dragon, the blue dragon Alex." Caesar denied lightly: "I am the Black Dragon, Stannis, have you forgotten?" ”

“…… Black King. ”

Stannis, of course, remembered Caesar Targaryen, and after seeing him, the golden dragon was more than a head weaker in momentum.

For the only true dragon emperor in the north, different regions and different races have different names for it, most of the fierce species in the north call it "dragon king" and "black emperor", while the metal dragon and elven dwarves call it "black wing king" or "black king", which can be regarded as a manifestation of the faction distinction.

"Why, you seem scared?"

Caesar said as he pulled out the two heads of the Mora Giant Serpent together with the spine in his body: "Don't worry, you know that I have a good impression of the metal dragon clan, and I have a good relationship with the platinum dragon god. ”

What a fart!

Stannis tried to wipe the blood that splashed his face clean, damn black dragon, you stole the dragon egg to modify the inheritance of the account Bahamut His Majesty has not yet settled accounts with you, so it looks like everyone is very familiar...... By the way, what happened to him just now, hearing that Monet was a war weapon of Queldore in order to fight against the dragon god and dragon queen, this guy seemed to be very excited?

The black dragon's body is fifty meters long, which is large enough for the giant species that currently exists in Eladia, but it is still a long way from Monet, but even so, the black dragon still has an absolute crushing advantage in terms of strength.

His "small" body easily pulled the nine-headed giant snake from side to side, as if pulling a huge ball of cotton, Monet's original heavy body and rapid speed almost ceased to exist, allowing the Black Dragon Emperor to twist at will, only the landslide and rolling stones brought by the body collision could see a little bit of the true weight of its body.

Despite its demonic healing powers, the Hydra was not incapable of pain, as its skull was ripped out along with its spine, and the sharp pain made it even more vicious and tyrannical, frantically attacking any living creature in its sight.

Nothing can resist the tsunami-like body of the mountains and mountains, except for greater pain.

Caesar grabbed a handful of it, and then used its neck to tie a few dead knots on the ugly monster's head, which made Monet even more furious, but the more he struggled, the more painful it became, and after a while the pain subsided, and it was a little frightened, and curled back to retreat to its own half-plane.

As a result, he was halfway into it, and was pulled back alive, and his head was lost again, and the pain made Monet's giant snake's tail slap the ground desperately, and the Thorn Mountains seemed to usher in an earthquake, and the mountains shook again, and the already sparse mountain road collapsed without knowing how much.

Monet glared at Caesar, his healed mouth opened and screamed hysterically, and a cold and cold tidal air swept through the valley - the frozen space.

Immediately after that, its face was smashed, and Caesar directly shook its tail to shut it up, and said to Stannis, "You just told me that this monster is a created weapon of war?" ”

"The evil creature of Queldore."

Stannis nodded: "This is a race that can only be described as crazy, the idea of enslaving the true dragon has brought them to an end, and after the arrival of the great dragon god and the powerful dragon queen, these guys still want to resist without knowing whether they are alive or dead. Monet is a synthetic beast created by the ignorant Queldore based on the god Io. ”

Caesar looked at the giant snake of Monet that was roaring on the ground, and said, "Not at all." ”

"Now it seems to be true."

Stannis agreed: "But at the time, Monet was the most feared enemy of all dragons. The unforbidden, Queldore created the cornerstone of godhood, the Divine Fire, and successfully implanted it in Monet's body. Right now...... Maybe it's because it's lost so much over time that it's what it is. ”

"Wait!"

Stannis said, accidentally seeing the black dragon's eyes getting brighter and brighter, and suddenly exclaimed, "Caesar, what are you thinking?" No, don't think about what you don't have, kill it! Queldore's technology is far beyond the reach of this era, it will not become your puppet, you are playing with fire and setting yourself on fire! ”

"I'll kill it, but not now."

Caesar no longer looked at the golden dragon, landed on the ground, and the nine-colored breath crashed straight up, and the brilliant colors on the black dragon's body continued to light up and extinguish, and the energy that could annihilate the river was on the armor-like black scales, just a shallow splash of water, and then immediately disappeared and calmed down.

Until Monet's breath dried up, the black dragon did not move his feet.

Caesar looked down at the half of his body that was completely covered in the black-red lava crust, some of the scales melted and dripped, and the stinging burning sensation was feeding back into the nerves.

I can't carry it without injury, this is just a legendary, much weaker than Azrils.

Caesar's body was repairing quickly, showing the same rapid self-healing ability as Monet, but he still sighed.

The strong breeding armor is gradually weakening, and if Black Dream has not moved, he will have to find a way to upgrade it himself...... The thought flew out in circles around his head, and he had many other things to do at the moment.

Caesar approached the serpent, easily tore through Monet's spatial blockade, stepped on it, and his claws cut through the flesh and bone marrow.

The black dragon gripped the spine of Monet's giant serpent, let out a low groan, flapped its wings, and carried the monster hundreds of meters into the sky in the crimson flames. "The mortal enemy of the platinum dragon god is Tiamat, and my enemy is also Tiamat, you should be happy if I take it away."

"Nope! That's different, xenosaurus, you can't understand what happened in that era......"

Stannis roared in despair, now the gap between him and Caesar is like a trench, rashly interfering to stop the Black Dragon Emperor is tantamount to asking for his own death, Monet was taken away, he can only watch the disaster happen, nothing can be done.

Bang.

The serpent continued to writhe and struggle, and was then pushed down by Caesar and knocked down a mountain, and then quieted down, and was carried away by the black dragon in the billowing smoke.

Flying at high speed is a terrifying thing, especially without any protection, when Caesar's speed crosses the sound, the violent air flow becomes as sharp as a blade, leaving a thousand holes in the serpent's body, and during this time, Monet has tried to break free from the restraints several times with psychic spatial ability, but with little success, and the body of the demigod is difficult for the legendary creature to shake.

While Stannis had left with the adventurers and was ready to pray to his god, Caesar also took the serpent and returned to his kingdom, the Tuhala Desert.

The giant claw stepped on the back of Monet's bulging neck, stomping one of its heads into the sand, and the other eight were forced to bend down, and the strength of the crushing posture always made the cartilage of the cervical vertebrae wail, leaving only the hard bones still struggling to support the fragile blood vessels and nerves.

"Okay, I don't think the legendary monsters are less intelligent than kobolds, and you should be able to understand me."

Caesar stared at the serpent with hatred and ferocity in his eyes and said, "I want Euclahir, do you spit it out of yourself, or do I take it out of your stomach?" ”

Monet clearly understood, and it stared at the black dragon for a moment, strangely calming down, as if it had learned a lesson from its previous pain, and after a pause, the serpent slowly opened its mouth and vomited something from the head close to Caesar.

The thing that is spit out is a branch, but it is difficult to describe its beauty, sacredness, and majesty even with all the adjectives, but it can also be used in just a few words—the branches of the World Tree.

"Obedient."

Caesar put away the spotless twigs, removed the claws on the top of the serpent's head, and treated it like a pet: "Now let's talk about you, Monet, you heard what the golden dragon said." I wonder, how did Queldore create you? ”

"Queldore has nothing to do with me." This was the first time the serpent spoke, and although it was jerky, it was clear: "I am a derivative. ”

Caesar was a little surprised.

"I'm Monet Hydra." The serpent said calmly, "The mother said that I am the child who is most like it, and judging by your reactions, it is right. ”

Yes, the Hydra never admitted that it was Monet, but due to its final appearance and devouring Yuklahir, Stannis's perception was skewed, and Caesar was also led astray.

And this can also explain why the Hydra was like an ignorant newborn before, it was indeed just born, and it was not a nearly 10,000-year-old weapon of war as Stannis said.

Caesar slowly craned his neck and took a breath: "Since it's just a derivative." ”

"You want to kill me?"

Hydra raised his head and looked at the black dragon, "But we still have to thank you, Yukrashir is a small part of the seal, and it is also a gift from Monet. Barlow, Anubarak, me, and the other tokens will all come back to life with the mother's awakening, and then ......"

The dragon flames swept by, and all were ashes.

"Does it have anything to do with me?" Caesar pursed his lips and stared at the branches of the World Tree, then spread his wings and returned to the Blackwing Capital.

At the same time, in the no-man's land of the Forbidden Mountains of the Ebu Kingdom, tiny cracks were spreading on the surface, and the space shook coldly, as if some unknown creature had hit the material barrier.