March 29, 2016

World Center ...... Black Domain

In the dim world, a great shadow is looming over the area. Countless black shadows flew through the sky, and below was an endless tide of inky black beasts.

And in front of these panicked beast tides, a deep pit that was huge enough to hold thousands of tons of liquid was being dug out at this moment. Tens of thousands of beast slaves swarmed up, digging and carrying rock-like red and black dirt.

In that deep pit with a diameter of nearly three thousand meters, an ancient and magnificent altar is standing silently. It was surrounded by a deep ravine that stretched as far as the eye could see, topped by eight long black pillars connected to chains. Ravines encircled the altar in all directions, and the huge pillars stood alone in the altar. The dragon text covers its surface, densely packed, like a spider's web. The chains stretched out long and fell down to the marble altar. Surrounded by eight burning ancient lanterns, the ancient lanterns stand close to the long pillars. But the flames were dark red, like the shadow of some kind of animal blood.

Zhao Li...... This time the mission ...... You're doing a good job...... Blacksmith's Capture...... It's your credit......"

On the top of a mountain 3,900 meters away, a huge evil dragon was now entrenched proudly, with a black figure in front of him and an impermeable darkness behind him.

The huge wings stretched out and hung down down the valley. The scales were an odd black color, with white arcs of thunder dancing from time to time. In front of it, a black figure stood silently, robes covering his body, covering his entire body. It was as if there was darkness instead of a living man, who was buried in the darkness.

"I've found the key to fate, Black Day, and I think you should know how to do the rest, right?"

On the cliff, the man looked straight ahead coldly with an expressionless face. Ahead was an endless sea of beasts, and the breeze blew past him, like waves stirring the corners of his clothes.

"The rest of the ...... Leave it to us...... Zhao Bai...... We have been waiting for more than 2,000 years...... This time we're ...... I won't lose again......" On the top of the mountain, the giant dragon slowly leaned its head closer to the figure in front of him, its huge nose exhaled a heavy snort, its hoarse voice seemed to come from the Nine Shadows Deep Spring, with a strong sense of hoarseness, like a dry corpse buried underground for thousands of years, and every opening after seeing the sky was extremely difficult.

"I hope it's as you say, this time in reincarnation, we won't lose again." The man stared indifferently at the altar that was almost completed, and replied in a calm voice. With a hint of coldness that repelled people, the dragon stopped what he was doing.

"Giggles!" The dragon didn't care about the man's cold tone, but laughed low, hoarsely. It raised its head and raised its wings, which flapped out of mid-air, and the air flowed, followed by a powerful current.

It flew low and heavy from the top of the mountain, its scales piercing the air like a myriad of knives cutting through the air, and it squeezed through the air and slid into the sky.

Zhao Li...... The construction of the altar...... It's done...... The key to fate...... It's time to play......" The hoarse voice came from the depths of the distant sky, and the voice was rolling, with a majesty that penetrated the soul, and shocked the beast slaves below to all prostrate themselves.

The Fifth Monarch of the Former Beast Clan, the King of Annihilation and Thunder, the Second Elder of the Council of Elders, Black Day!

It's jumping up. With the posture it should have been thousands of years ago, it will soar again in this world.

It flew majestically and mightily over the earth, and its black wings drove a deafening thunderclap. White thunder flashed around its body, and finally it fell far above the huge altar.

"Incandescent." On the top of the mountain, the man calmly watched the huge black shadow slide towards the altar, spoke softly, and shouted behind him.

Behind him, a handsome-looking young man suddenly stepped out of the darkness, with long flowing hair and a set of light armor in dark black.

It's just surprising that on his head, in addition to the long white silver-white hair, there are two black-gray horns that grow long, and the pupils are a faint gold, but there is no emotion, not even the slightest emotion. Like a demon that crawled out of the ninefold death ground, it was so cold that only calm remained.

"Your Highness." The young man knelt on one knee, bowed his head respectfully, and whispered to the man.

"Bring the blacksmith here." The man waved his hand and whispered.

"Yes." The young man stood up, then retreated, re-immersed in the gloomy darkness.

……

altar

After more than three months of excavation, the construction of the altar has finally begun to come to an end. Immediately after the last boulder was lifted, countless beast tides all swarmed away. They dragged the corpses of the dead from exhaustion in the excavation, head after head, head after head, all pouring back into their nests.

"Whisper...... Revolver! ”

In the sky, Daylight finally unleashed its powers, and the serial number 180 of the Divine Order's Stygian Whisper was chanted out of its mouth. The chanting is very short, almost completely completed in 0.01 seconds. Thunder surged wildly, dark clouds converging and circling above the dragon's head.

This was the former fifth monarch of the Orcs, the King of Annihilation and Thunder. At this moment, it is unleashing the god-level skill "Stygian Whisper Thunder Ming", which it has not performed in nearly a thousand years......!

If this world-destroying language, which is comparable to the "Dark Whisper Judgment", is not released in the Black Domain World at this moment, then the destructive power it brings will be the source of another "Chilean Earthquake".

"Crackle!"

Thunder and lightning roared. In the sky, the dragon waved its wings softly, and its body remained high in the air. It raised its head high and majesticly, and the thunder surged behind it.

Lei Hai silently emerged from the dark clouds, and the terrifying thunder flashed violently inside. And when the white thunder sea condensed to the extreme, the dragon opened its mouth hoarsely, and a violent, snow-white energy was spurting out through its mouth.

"Thunder Spirit Dragon's Breath!"

"Boom!"

The endless thunder sea suddenly connected to the dragon's body the moment the dragon's breath erupted, and a brilliant six-star pattern emerged from the center of the thunder sea, finally covering the entire thunder domain.

"Woo woo woo~"

On the ground, countless beast slaves looked up at the huge figure that spewed thunder under the sky, their scarlet pupils full of fear. They knelt down respectfully and reverently towards the dragon, their bodies trembling slightly, as if they were afraid that the sea of thunder would descend on them, not on the altar.

The dragon's breath fell into the altar, but the expected explosion was not heard. The eight pillars inscribed with dragon inscriptions suddenly shone brightly the moment the thunder fell into the altar, quickly directing the power that was enough to destroy the entire Japanese peninsula directly into the center of the altar.

And as the dragon's breath continued to fall in the sky, the stone pillars in the altar began to become more and more dazzling, then brighter and brighter, brighter and brighter, and finally the entire altar seemed to become a huge luminous body.

"Boom!"

The last trace of thunder power finally fell completely, and the huge altar began to slowly turn. "Boom, boom", like an old cog, roared, roared and let out a piercing wail.

"Incandescent." On the top of the mountain, the man looked at the shadow in the sky that gradually waved his wings and flew away from the altar, stretched out his hand, and motioned for the young man behind him to bring the blacksmith over.

"Your Highness."

With a "bang", as the young man's voice came, the burly bronzed man was rudely thrown to the ground from behind, and the hard rock was slammed into a deep pit.

Under the deep pit, the blacksmith was still expressionless, and on the body full of old scars, fiery red lines appeared from time to time, constantly imprisoning the blacksmith's consciousness that was about to awaken.

"Blacksmith, you're here." The man turned his head with his hands behind his back, and this was the first time he showed his true colors.

The robe had been lifted off by him at some point, revealing the feminine and extremely handsome face inside. A long fiery red hair, topped by several quaint hairpins that tie the strands together. It's like a kind of attire of kings in ancient times, but the difference is that the man's temperament looks very soft, as if standing there is a pool of deep water, without the slightest fierceness that belongs to a king.

The man gently stretched out his hand, and Incandescent stood behind the blacksmith. He crouched down and patted the blacksmith on the shoulder, as if facing a friend he hadn't seen in years, and whispered, "Blacksmith, after all these years, you are still the same." ”

He opened his hand, and the crimson flames burned faintly in his hands. He lowered his head and said, "Blacksmith, Emperor Shen once prophesied that you were the key to this fateful battle. Whoever can obtain this key will be able to rightfully ascend to her throne. It's just that thousands of years have passed, whether it's Fuyou, Yuanyu, or other kings. All the while, no one knew what the key was to her. ”

"I guess you're in pain too, right?" "Thousands of years of endless cycles of contention," he said. Obviously, as the twenty-four monarchs, they have to constantly cycle between 'death' and awakening because of the struggle for power. ”

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand and lightly lit the flame in his hand on the blacksmith's forehead. Then the flames dissipated, and the flame-like lines on the blacksmith's body began to fade with them.

"But after today, not anymore. The key to fate has been found by me in the prophecy, and you will finally be freed in the remaining years. The man slowly retreated to the edge of the cliff, staring strangely at the squirming body of the blacksmith, and said aloud, "Wake up, blacksmith!" Spread your wings and reign over the world once more. Let those who have betrayed you and disobeyed you be burned into nothingness by your wrath! ”

"Boom!"

As the man's high-pitched voice fell, dark red flames began to burst out from the blacksmith's bronzed body. The flames rose into the sky, and then roared and condensed into a dark red orb, a dark red color, like an oval eggshell, completely enveloping the blacksmith's body.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the flames were extinguished again, and the two-meter-tall dragon egg inside gradually appeared. The surface of the dragon egg is uneven and pitted, as if it has been corroded by something, and it is imprinted with golden-red dragon inscriptions.

And as those dark red flames gradually dissipated, the dragon on the egg shell also began to swim with it. They swirled, floated and gathered together, and finally twisted into a few ancient texts. Words are like water snakes marching, criss-crossing and entangled. And at the moment when those words appeared, a majestic aura began to slowly wake up from the dragon egg.

"Click! Click! ”

The dragon's eggs shattered, revealing the withered claws within. The dragon's body followed, and the monstrous dragon's head struggled to break out of the cracked eggshell.

"Poof!"

A pair of wings more than four meters wide, silently stretching against the cold wind, dark red, somewhat similar to the red fleshy wings of some kind of giant bat. The dragon shadow completely broke through the egg shell, and the dragon tore, shaking the membranous wings that were clearly visible from the blood vessels, and let out a strange cry from its mouth.

"Blacksmith." The man gently stretched out his hand, and a flame ignited on his white hand for no reason. The dragon shook his head in confusion as he looked at the flames, and several intense snorts with flames erupted from his nose.

The man in front of him seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he really couldn't remember who he was. It struggled to recall its memories, but the prolonged slumber and forced awakening from it made it feel unusually vague about the past.

After a moment, it raised its head and roared angrily at the man, its body tense, its wings taking on an offensive stance.

Although it doesn't know what happened to itself or why it's here. But the almost beastly instinct of the orc bloodline told it that the man in front of him with a flame in his hand and a robe ...... Very dangerous!

"Whew——!" The blacksmith raised his wings in anger, his limbs clutching the ground. A red glow began to emerge from its abdomen, and then quickly spread to its chest...... Neck...... Finally to the mouth.

"Dark Flame Dragon's Breath!"

(End of chapter)