Nothingness, disillusionment.

I don't know when I was surrounded by this endless illusion, the space distorted, like an irregular mirror, reflecting my massive body.

Even in the rift of time and space, my body remains indestructible.

Because I'm the most powerful dragon monarch in hell.

In the midst of the chaos, there was a behemoth slowly moving its body, wingspan, golden pupils, and the suffocating coercion.

In a passage of space-time, a pitch-black dragon stretched its wings as if to tear the space apart.

Countless tiny, snake-like bolts of lightning surrounded its body.

This is not lightning, but the slightest spatial rift, don't underestimate its power, the spatial rift is far sharper than you can imagine, even the hardest steel can't exist in front of it for a moment, it will tear everything it can touch.

But for me, this is just a little floating cloud at my feet, and even the spatial rift will collapse under my powerful power as long as I step on it gently.

As one of the most powerful beings in hell, my power naturally cannot be interfered with by these external objects.

But......

As I got closer to the continent, I felt my power slowly waning.

Damn, is this due to some kind of rule? The race from hell can't exert its full strength in other continents, no wonder the bastards before them have been defeated so badly.

It's just that those few wastes together are no match for me, and they deserve to die on that continent.

The Seven Deadly Sins......

Hehe, that sounds pretty bluffing.

The dragon smiled silently and began to search the chaotic space for the coordinates of the Advent Tower.

Its subordinates had already arrived on the continent, but due to the collapse of space caused by its own strength, the dragon had lost its route, and the dragon had been wandering aimlessly in this chaotic space for a long time.

Hull's sinister woman, who knows if she deliberately arranged a broken magic circle, in the same hell, the dragons are not afraid of any other race.

Only this woman, Bakar couldn't see through her.

She has survived for so long that no one knows her origin and identity, and even she was helped to become a monarch in the first place.

It stands to reason that I should have some affection for her, but every time I see her indifferent expression, there is always a lingering sense of fear and a strong urge to tear her apart.

Forget it, still don't think about it, the dragon slowly closed its eyes, and the powerful force formed a vortex outside its body, and the chaos around it was broken, revealing a passable path.

It stretched out its forearm and gently pressed the tip of its claw against the spatial barrier, slowly swiping downward.

The space was torn open in a gap, and Bakar stuck his head out, revealing steel fortresses of countless strangely shaped humans patrolling the sky, flying in the air with some kind of machinery under their feet, and carrying iron canisters behind them, extending from a threaded tube to their faces, and seemingly holding weapons in their hands.

"Like, it's not here......" Bakar couldn't sense the breath of the Advent Tower, it frowned, the scene of the continent in front of him was obviously different from the one he was going to, "Is it wrong again?"

The humans who patrolled discovered the anomaly in the sky, and when they saw the huge dragon peeking out of the cracked sky, panic instantly took over their bodies and minds.

A large number of flying machines instantly took to the air and quickly launched an attack on Bakar, and the sky was full of crimson rays and projectiles that vented towards the spatial rift.

Boom, boom, boom, human exclamation mixed together.

The bombardment lasted a full three minutes.

There was a dead silence in the spatial rift, and the dragon seemed to have fled under this powerful onslaught.

Someone tentatively piloted the aircraft towards the sky.

The creature that appeared inexplicably seemed to be really dead.

People are confident in their weapons, and there is no living creature on this continent that can withstand a three-minute bombardment.

Someone is gesturing to a companion and seems to be communicating.

Immediately afterward, more people flew in the direction of the spatial rift.

Grunt......

Grunt......

In the vast sky, there was a sudden sound of heavy gasps, as if a huge creature was swallowing something.

I don't know when the shadows began to cover the land.

People looked up at the sky in horror.

A giant dragon spreads its wingspan, obscuring the sky.

The mockery and disregard in his eyes almost melted into substance.

The golden veins on its body could be seen turning crimson, and at the same time, its abdomen turned the color of magma and began to emit extremely high temperatures.

The dragon clan, the most powerful is the dragon flame.

Three seconds later, a thick pillar of fire burst down from the sky, and the human aircraft was instantly melted into molten iron, and the flesh directly turned into a complete gas, and even screams could not be made.

Flames became the theme of this steel city.

......

"It's coming!" the Pope's closed eyes suddenly opened, and he gasped for a few quick breaths, looking at the frightened red-clad priest below, and sighed, "I can feel its breath, it's very close to us......"

"Go to the Temple of the Gods. The Pope pondered for a long time and ordered: "Time has gone out of order, and I will open the Revelation again to determine its final coming." ”

Divine Revelation will not make mistakes, but now there is an accident, the rules of this level of time are not yet within the influence of the Pope, according to the last Divine Revelation, the Dragon Monarch will come with its army, but the Pope clearly perceives that the Dragon King is now in other dimensions, its qi has become very unstable, fierce and violent, and it seems that a battle is being underway.

Hopefully, if it's stopped halfway, even if it's not killed, it's good to delay a little.

If he could, the Pope really didn't want to face such an opponent whose hazy strength even the Divine Revelation could not predict.

Even if the strength of those hellish races will be greatly weakened after coming to this continent, they are still creatures several levels higher than the human life level, and if they want to defeat such an opponent, they really don't know how much price they have to pay.

And how was the terrible apostle to be killed, to be heaped with the lives of the cavalry and soldiers?

It's like letting a bunch of rabbits chase down lions, and no amount of them will make any difference.

The Pope's heart grew heavier when he remembered the record of the apostles being killed in the hadith.

If you use that method, you need the support of the major kingdoms, and the Holy See today is not the organization supported by the Peruvian Empire a thousand years ago, and it will be difficult to get the support of all the kingdoms.