Is it really the Black Emperor?

Everyone looked at each other with a look of horror and anticipation, even Caesar was a little surprised, it seemed that this was not just a scam organization.

Two vicious orange-yellow eyes glared at everyone present, as if liquid flames flowed from them, shooting out the light of the scheming and devouring, followed by the pitch-black upper and lower jaws, which slowly opened its mouth, dense jagged fangs all over the scarlet throat.

As the dense fog solidified its form, one could get a glimpse of it in its entirety, a massive dragon with polished scales smooth and shiny, wings folded behind it, tiny spikes spreading from its narrow snout to its back, rows of horns protruding from its back, and the whole was compact and thin, but it showed a faint sense of strength.

Caesar finally knew why the emblem worn by these believers looked so awkward, because it was not him at all, but a portrait of the guy in front of him.

"Praise the King of Black Wings!"

The masked man and god envoy let out a long breath, and knelt down on the ground, and the devout believers behind him hula knelt together, only a few newcomers were still standing stupidly, dazed and at a loss.

The young man who questioned the divine envoy saw the dragon reveal his true form, and his previous righteousness suddenly hid in the darkest corner, in front of such a magnificent dragon, his words had lost their meaning, and he couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the tragic encounter that followed.

"I smell the smell of 'lambs.'" The dragon said, its deep voice shaking the entire underground temple, and the sound waves pierced through everyone's body as if it had actually come here.

"Yes." The oracle pointed to the young man who was trembling with fear: "Your faithful servant has prepared a new sacrifice for you. ”

"Just one?"

The big orange-yellow eyes narrowed, and they looked very much like Caesar's dark golden vertical pupils. "Not enough." It hissed, "One is not enough, the power I have lost against the gods will take more lambs to recover." ”

"This is a lamb who doubts you, my master." The oracle quickly explained what had just happened, and the dragon in the smoke listened in silence, the momentum was much more terrifying than when it first appeared, although the black smoke that formed its image was still billowing, but now its face was very clear, and even the sound of its tail flicking was faintly audible.

"It's your problem." The dragon glared at everyone, "If the next time you call me, there is still only one lamb ready to sacrifice, I will use you to fill the vacant spot......"

The god made sweat ooze from the face behind the mask, and he humbly knelt on the ground: "There will be no next time, my master." Now, enjoy your lamb. ”

"Don't interrupt me! You inferior creature! The dragon roared furiously, "I want you to lead these people present to take immediate action to realize my mother temple, or I will find someone to replace you, and one will not fail my 'blood of my blood' in such a momentous event." ”

Caesar couldn't help laughing, it seems that this dragon has done a lot of homework to play him, knowing that he used to call those radiant dragons "the blood of my blood" in the empire, and some nouns are also used very skillfully, coupled with the imitation of the tone of speech and demeanor, it is difficult for mortals who have not seen the king of black wings not to be frightened by it.

"I understand." The divine envoy felt his face as pale as a dead man: "I will soon be able to accomplish your request, and I will never fail, great master, and I devout desire to serve you." ”

"When you soberly complete your mission, there will naturally be a chance to join the empire." The dragon's mood seemed to calm down a little, "Now, get out of the way!" ”

The envoy and the believers left the altar one after another, and the young man who had been chosen as the lamb wanted to escape, but was firmly controlled by a few devout believers around him, and under the frightened gaze of the young man, the stone altar gradually revealed its light - it was a teleportation circle!

The darkness rolled, and the surrounding firelight seemed to feel much weaker in fright, and the spatial passage constructed by the teleportation circle was opened, and a terrifying head poked out.

Burst...... Caesar almost didn't hold back, the projection was not easy to identify before, and when the other party revealed his true body, he realized that the other party was not a black dragon at all, not even an orthodox five-colored dragon, but a shadow dragon.

Playing the Black Emperor as a shadow dragon, this guy is really ...... Talented.

The dark curtain did not stop churning, and it took great concentration to realize that it was a black smoke around the Shadow Dragon, a thick cloud that obscured many of its parts that were used to identify racial characteristics, and the Shadow Dragon poked out its four-toed claws from the darkness and slammed them on the platform, and suddenly a burst of wind rushed towards them, making the humble and prostrate believer even more humble, and almost did not dare to look up at it.

The Shadow Dragon took a deep breath and exhaled a thick black fog that enveloped almost the entire underground temple, and it walked through it, wanting to feast on its sacrifice, the young lamb.

Halfway through, the Shadow Dragon's eyes suddenly moved, and it was only then that it realized that there was an anomaly in its temple—a mortal who had not yet fallen to its knees.

The Shadow Dragon paused and turned, looking at Caesar with its orange-yellow pupils, detection spells spreading from its body.

Like the tavern attendants before them, due to the large disparity in strength, the Shadow Dragon only obtains the information he wants to show to the outside world from Caesar's body, but unlike mortals, dragons have a more primitive survival instinct, which allows them to gather information about potential dangers and anticipate threats in advance.

Shadow Dragon observed that Caesar had a calm that was incompatible with the atmosphere of the scene, and the other party's mental state was very stable, and he did not have any fear, panic, fanaticism and other emotions that a believer should have for his existence, which made Shadow Dragon realize that something was wrong, this guy was either stupid by himself, or he was not afraid of himself.

Shadow Dragon Hope is the first, because the second means trouble.

At this moment, Caesar is judging the age of this shadow dragon by its size and characteristics, Caesar has not seen a shadow dragon before, and like the calamity dragon, these shadow dragon guys do not believe in Tiamat, but follow the night dragon Malazur, although they are not familiar with it, Caesar quickly judged that the guy on the other side has just entered old age, because of the disadvantage of the bloodline, it has not even stepped into the legend.

At this time, the shadow dragon walked in the direction of Caesar, and it raised its head, allowing the dense fog on its chest to disperse a little, deliberately revealing solid scales: "Mortal, you should kneel and pray to your god. ”

Caesar did not retreat in fear as the Shadow Dragon had hoped, he just stood there and spread his hands: "I am a believer. ”

"I am your God!" The Shadow Dragon roared, and most of the Shadow Dragons were more extreme, perhaps they were more irritable and irritable than the Five-Colored Dragons: "I am the sole ruler of the northern world, the Black Emperor of Eladia, and everyone should tremble under my wings!" ”

Caesar sensed the real wrath of the Shadow Dragon, which was ...... Into the play?