The earth is burning.

The rivers are boiling.

The mountains have long since cracked.

Flames, spreading from hell.

Thunder, rushing down from the nine heavens.

The giant red shadow, spreading its death-like wings, sliced through flesh and soul with its claws and fangs, and danced in a field of scarlet.

The panicked figures fell one by one in a miserable wail, gradually turning into dust and merging into the earth.

More than a dozen lights and shadows constantly shuttled through the air, flying towards the red dragon shadow.

Between the staggered, there may be a symphony of gold and iron, or a dazzling light, but it still can't stop the footsteps of death.

With his eyes closed, his hands clutching the dragon's horns, Kazama Yangyu's mind, there are strange words, flashing one by one, like a painting, but it reveals a strange antiquity and vastness, just staring, there is a feeling that people are deeply immersed in it.

The strange feeling is getting stronger and stronger, as if there is a summoning from ancient times, slowly activating.

Finally, at a certain moment, the words that were originally still suddenly moved, and then, quickly copied and reassembled, and slowly put together.

It coincides with the worn-out pages that gradually emerge in the depths of my mind.

This is...... Part of "The Dragon Whisperer" that you flipped through at the beginning?

The sword eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Kazama Raising Feather comprehended it more carefully.

On the dilapidated pages, the pictures that were originally hidden in the ordinary words gradually floated, and the obscure patterns that were originally meaningless were unexpectedly and simply presented in the form of dragon characters at this moment.

The pages of the book flipped through quickly, but those strange patterns, like imprints, were seared into Kazama's mind without leaking, turning into mysterious and abnormal dragon words, churning in his throat.

There is an invisible force that forces him to release these words in the most primitive and elegant way, sentence by sentence.

Kazama raised his feathers, opened his eyes suddenly, and the wind pierced in an instant.

The red wings, dragging out a long afterimage, soared into the sky.

Leave those streamers that have been surrounding you far behind.

Then, with a snap of its wings, the red dragon suddenly hovered in mid-air, hovering in a cloud of wind and lightning.

The golden pupils that burned like flames, with an unstoppable domineering aura, stared coldly at the purgatory-like scene in front of them.

"Boom!"

A strange laugh, with heartiness and mockery, resounded in the wind.

"In front of the dragon clan, all things are alive, but ants! In front of the dragon language, all power is nothing! ”

In the midst of wild laughter, a raging flame rose from the red dragon scales.

Swaying in the wind.

In the wind, a young man gently loosened the dragon's horns, and then, straight on the head of the dragon, stood tall.

"Then, let the ants in your eyes use this power to turn you into nothingness."

A faint voice, with a hint of a cold smile.

The eyes quietly swept over the crowd that was still struggling, and then suddenly raised his head, and the wind suddenly raised his feathers like a beast, and his neck roared.

In the throat, there are strange notes, spreading out, with a forbidden power.

“Iiz，Slen，Nus！”

The air, suddenly, fell silent.

with, a trace of cold chill, just like the young man, the cold eyes.

Then, this chill quickly began to expand, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire land.

There were tiny ice crystals that began to spread on everyone's body, and quickly, abruptly, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a thick layer of ice and wrapped them in.

The bone-chilling cold, like the deepest winter, came without warning.

At that moment, the raging flame, which had been burning, suddenly stopped, like a tamed beast, well-behaved and quiet.

In an instant, it turned into countless red ice sculptures, stretching for thousands of miles.

It is as if the ice sculpture artwork carved by the most talented icesmith suddenly blooms in the purgatory of the last days.

The golden eyes suddenly glared at the boss, and the red dragon looked at everything in front of him incredulously.

Then, before he could react, a new long howl sounded again.

Strange notes, like thunder, rolled in.

“Lok，Vah ，Koor！”

The wind ceased, and the thunder was annihilated.

An invisible force suddenly spread.

In the dark sky, a crack suddenly opened.

A ray of sunshine that had not been seen for a long time quietly leaked out.

Then, there are two, three, four......

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge pillar of light, spilling the earth with blazing light and hope.

The dark clouds in the sky retreated with an incredible speed, as quickly as they came.

"Click~"

"Gurrah~"

"Boom~"

A strange, crisp sound rang out from the ice-like Allied soldier.

The cold ice layer that enveloped them at the beginning suddenly cracked through countless cracks, and then quickly cracked open, shattering into a slag of ice, which was refracted in the warm sunlight, and a dazzling glass was reflected.

"Shaft! Dare! ”

An angry shout, as if thunder fell from the sky, "boom" to the ground, exploded in the ears of Yang Yu in the wind, making him stumble and almost fall down.

The red scales suddenly contracted, and then suddenly stood upside down, turning into countless sharp thorns in an instant, covering the whole body.

The huge wings shook violently, and the red dragon shadow swept out like lightning, and swept into the crowd in an instant.

The warriors who had just returned from purgatory, before they could let out a cheer, found that a cold light suddenly flashed.

Blood gushed out like a spring.

Dozens of broken and incomplete bodies, "booming", fell down, with a flying red, and limbs.

The red dragon shadow swept high again, its wings fluttered, and the bright red liquid, with a strong fishy smell, poured down like a heavy rain.

"Roar!"

I don't know where it was, and there was a roar of rage.

A bronze axe spun in a brilliant arc through the air, and then fell straight onto the sharp red scale armor, sending out a burst of dazzling sparks.

In the orc army, an earth-shattering battle cry suddenly sounded.

Thousands of weapons of all colors, like locusts, flew densely and flew up.

Finally, with precision and ferocity, it smashed on the red dragon shadow.

At the same time, a loud concussion sounded again in the distant sky.

In the sharp whistling, countless missiles, dragging a long tail flame, broke through the air.

This was followed by a neat and long chant, like the most sacred of praises, sounding in the blazing light.

A huge circle unfolds in the sky.

The air, suddenly, became irritable, turned into countless winds, and swept towards the red dragon shadow.

A trace of clear spring, without warning, came out of the earth, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a monstrous blue wave, surging up.

The earth suddenly began to tremble, and on the horizon, huge figures slowly rose.

The body made of rocks, step by step, dragged long footprints, slowly came.

Kick up dust.

"It's the elves and the elves!"

"Reinforcements! It's reinforcements! ”

The cheers of excitement were transmitted in an instant, and the weapon was re-grasped.

The originally sluggish coalition soldiers, one by one, raised their heads, their tired eyes, reflecting perseverance and hope in the blazing sun.

At that moment, the army of the Seven Clans finally turned into one, and burst out with high fighting spirit.

Machinery, get back up and running.

A light that began to surge again.

Black and white wings, crisscrossed and fluttering.

In the clear roar, more than a dozen lights of various colors shuttled around the red dragon like butterflies, surrounding it.

"Boy, you are the first to dare to ride on the head of this king; If you dare to do good things against this king, you are also the first! ”

A rough voice, with a bitter chill, slowly came from underneath him.

The huge wings, with a powerful tail, flapped fiercely, defusing the locust-like attacks one by one.

"Oh? Is that so? Shouldn't I be honored? ”

In the same cold tone, Kazama's face did not have a trace of honor.

"Honored? Haha, hahaha......"

As if hearing the funniest joke in the world, the red dragon chuckled wildly and tossed violently.

"Then you take this honor and go to the Land of the Dead to show off to the Queen of the Underworld!!"

Before the words fell, a dark shadow, with a terrible roar, slapped down on Kazama's head without warning.

The holy light in his left hand quickly twisted and turned into a huge pincer, firmly clipped to the dragon's horns, and Kazama slammed into one sideways.

Shadow, sliding down the tip of his nose.

The fierce wind pressure tore the face painfully.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the huge dragon tail, with a thousand momentum, slapped fiercely at the place where Kazama Yangyu was just now, completely ignoring the fact that there was his own head melon seed underneath.

Underneath him, there was a muffled snort.

But, on the head...... Unexpectedly, not even a single scale was damaged......

Did the plan of "using the spear of the son and attacking the shield of the son" fail......

Kazama's brows furrowed tightly, but his tone didn't change at all.

"Oh, that's a good idea. But what if people say I'm talking nonsense? ”

As if he tilted his head in embarrassment, Kazama suddenly knelt down on one knee, his right hand poked out slightly, and a sharp sword condensed by holy light quickly took shape.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a cruel smile.

"It seems that you have to bring a few dragon scales as evidence~"

The tip of the sword, thrust violently, buried deep under the scales.

Immediately after that, pry hard.

"Click~"

The crisp cracking sound sounded in my ears, and the smile of Kazama gradually spread.

Then, solidify.

The dragon scales didn't crack, but just cracked.

But, even more desperately, this only crack is now healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it was back to normal.

“……”

A sense of frustration that I had never felt before quietly rose from my heart.

"Look for death!"

In his ears, there was a furious dragon roar, and the huge dragon tail, with terrifying wind pressure, was thrown rapidly.

"Boom!"

In the roar, a white wing quickly swept by.

At the last moment, he swept dangerously to a small branch of the dragon's horn with Kazama's feathers.

The blood, "tick-tock", dripped, dyed the white feathers into a patch of crimson.

The young angel, without even frowning, respectfully saluted Kazama, and then, weakly, leaned back and fell down.

His face was full of satisfied smiles.

"Lord Jeremiel, this is the ...... Mistress Michael asked me to pass on to you."

A faint voice came.

A spatial crack in a black hole was accurately photographed in front of Kazama.

In the inky cracks, there was a trace of red lightning, staggered and swallowed out, like a greedy poisonous snake, choosing people to devour.

A huge forbidden force seeped out of it.

Holding back his grief, Kazama's right hand suddenly reached out and suddenly clenched.

A strange power spread throughout the body in an instant.

The dragon shadow that had been churning under him suddenly fell silent.

Stunned, frozen in the air.

Let the brilliant light and glitter of cold light bombard the sturdy scale armor.

Both hands, a desperate thrash.

In the dazzling red light, a strong killing aura filled the sky and the earth in an instant.

The two-headed dragon of the elven clan suddenly fell from the sky.

Everyone couldn't help but shudder.

"Tu ...... Dragon Slayer?! ”

In the air, on the gorgeous magic carpet, a gentle young man of the elven clan stood quietly beside the stunned Xi Yuhe.

A hint of surprise slowly appeared on his otherwise calm face, with a hint of ecstasy.

"Ah, ah, what a ...... What ...... make a caller?"

In Kazama's mind, a face full of smiles, but unexpectedly dangerous, appeared.

"However, the stage and props are ready...... If you don't play handsome, you can't do it......"

Smiled helplessly, and a bright light suddenly erupted in Kazama's eyes.

White wings, like lightning, swept out.

Quickly flashed to the throat of the red dragon.

There, a huge white scale, so out of place with the brilliant fiery red around it.

The strange crescent-shaped shape seems to indicate that it is inherently different.

"This ...... Is it the reverse scale? ”

Fingers, rubbing gently, Kazama's gaze suddenly became a little dull.

"You...... What are you doing?! ”

A loud shout, with infinite anger and fear.

The red dragon, which finally reacted, flapped its wings like crazy, trying in vain to escape, the impending fate.

However, the chill was like an appendage, clinging to the scales.

"What I have to do, of course, is what I need to do!"

Glancing deeply, the red-stained earth, and the mutilated limbs scattered all over it, the corners of Kazama's mouth, suddenly cracked in a demonic arc.