"It's a shame."

Caesar said with a little regret that the matter had already happened and was irreparable, and there was no point in tracing back to it except to keep the crux of the problem in mind, except for finding a way to prolong the life of the clan leader.

Caesar stopped talking, and the court fell silent for a while, he twisted his head from side to side, stared at the clan leaders for a while, paused, and slowly sat up, climbed off the throne, and walked out of the court of the Black Wing.

Although his body has swelled to an astonishing thirty meters, Caesar's body has not shown the slightest sluggishness caused by his large size, under the control of the adaptive allocation of his body, his flesh and blood, bone marrow and organ organs, as well as the energy of the fission furnace and spiritual energy have reached a perfect balance, very balanced, this body can burst out at any time with unparalleled power.

In addition, many of the characteristics that belonged to the Black Dragon Emperor on Caesar's body surface have also become more prominent, the rough and hideous parts of his body have become sharper, and some of the rough and bulky details caused by his unprofessional adjustments have also become more refined in the adaptation.

It is worth mentioning that, in addition to the scales that were shattered by the injury, the other well-preserved armor scales that had been preserved while he was sleeping were also completely peeled off in the process, and by the time he woke up, all the old scales of the black dragon had fallen off.

Caesar completely changed his scales.

The newborn armor scales spontaneously glowed with a dull mystical sheen—the effect of the combined action of the furnace and psionic energy, the outward manifestation of the energy in the body under the rules of the main material realm, the dragon seemed to be shrouded in a bloody luster mixed with hazy starlight, making Caesar more like an evil creature marked by the main material realm than a pure true dragon.

The black dragon crossed the main road paved with heavy stone slabs, flanked by a sea of abundant flowers dotted with red and green, a few mouthfuls of fresh air inhaled into his lungs, and the abundant psionic energy and incomparably clear thinking gave him a strong feeling that his own perception and other abilities that he should have were gradually emerging and improving.

"Hogg." The black dragon looked down at the bottom of the royal court and spread to the edge of his line of sight, and finally spoke again: "What is the current situation in the Northland countries?" ”

"As always, Your Majesty."

The scrawny gnoll leader followed: "In the first year of your slumber, the clan leaders have been indulged in the painful torment of being invaded by negative energy, and at the same time, coupled with the significant loss of power of the Blackwing Clan, we have given up most of our control over the Northlands, but ......"

"But what?"

"But after the chaos arises, your ...... The two black dragons, the subordinates, took the initiative to take over the power at this time, and in keeping with your previous attitude towards the Northlands, they retightened their strategy towards humanity and suppressed a rebellion in which Larkon united Faye. ”

"This situation lasted for nearly a year, and then the situation has stabilized as the strength of the Black Wing Clan has re-climbed and the clan leaders' physical condition has stabilized and returned to their respective stations."

……

Caesar pondered for a moment, the turmoil in the Northlands was not unexpected, these humans belonged to the vanquished, not his own descendants, and the years of Blackwing's reign were not enough to completely wipe out the rebellion of these guys.

After gradually perceiving the situation that the Black Dragon Emperor had fallen into a deep sleep and the Black Wing Clan had suffered heavy losses, turmoil in the Northland Kingdoms was inevitable.

As early as the end of the battle of Tuhara, Caesar told Hogg that if the situation was not good, he would order the Blackwing clan to shrink their strength and hold on to the royal court, and the Black Dragon had already prepared at that time.

What he didn't expect was that Garon and Blackthea would be able to stand up and maintain stability at such a time, and it was not surprising that they wanted to get their hands on power, but these two guys were able to uphold orders and preserve the overall situation, instead of tyrannical killings and wanton actions, and things were done remarkably.

It seems that the two little dragons are somewhat useful.

This incident planted the seeds in Caesar's heart for the formation of the Dragonthroat Clan in the future.

But these are long-term plans, before that, now that he has woken up, there is no need to delay the establishment of the Black Wing Empire, Caesar is deeply aware that the strength of the clan is far from enough, just an apostolic incarnation of Marat can make himself anxious and do his best.

At this point, the strength of the Black Wing Clan was no longer enough to support them to fulfill the Black Dragon Emperor's instructions to them.

Now, Caesar's own strength has completed a leap, and he can't get a big boost in a short period of time, and if he wants to become stronger, Caesar's current method is to get more and stronger external forces.

Therefore, the day after the Black Dragon Emperor woke up, Caesar ordered the Black Wing Clan and the Black Shirt to increase the restraint and control of various places, and at the same time, the powerful clan leaders were stationed in the royal courts of various countries to prepare for the integration plan of the Northland Kingdoms.

The performance in the final moments of the battle of Tuhala proves that Caesar has enough strength as an individual, and after falling asleep, Caesar believes that his current limit is not limited to this.

This means that demigods are not necessarily, but now Caesar definitely has the power to surpass the legend.

And such a power, even if it is placed in the entire Eladia, can be ranked among the active conventional forces, that is to say, the Black Dragon Emperor's own strength has given it enough power to speak, and it can not care about the possible impact after the establishment of the Black Wing Empire, facing the crusade of other human-dominated countries or something.

The Black Dragon intended to accomplish this with the Thunder Blade, but some things seemed to not want him to do so, and trouble came not long after the order to merge the Northlands was issued, and Caesar was still in his thoughts.

Caesar saw the last thing he wanted to see.

Within the Blackwing Court, pure realm power surged in front of him, and then completed the materialization, and the crimson scorching flames, the dancing brilliant arcs, the poisonous emerald mist, the black filthy water, and the howling ice storm filled the entire High Wing Court.

The force that appeared almost out of thin air grew rapidly and rearranged at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the flames in the center, and the arc of electricity, black water, dense fog, and cold wind to the left and right.

Caesar's face changed, and he stared cautiously at the five-colored energy that was entangled, separated, and circulating, not only did not retreat, but took a step forward without a trace.

Tiamat, the mother of the dragon and the queen of the five-headed dragon, descended on him for the third time.

"My child."

This time, Tiamat's mental fluctuations were not so kind, she stared at the strong and huge Black Dragon Lord, and her words were like ice in the depths of the polar regions: "Tell me, what did you do?" ”