Archduke Balogel stood at the edge of the terrace, and the towering peaks of the northern mountains were entangled in hazy clouds and drifting wind and snow, forming a picture as if all boundaries were blurred—in such a vast landscape, even the terrace made of boulders was faintly integrated with the sky, as if one step forward could merge into the endless expanse of the landscape.

A calm and powerful voice came from behind the terrace: "Grand Duke, the Dragon's Blood Council has been handed over. ”

Baloger, the ruler of the Duchy of the Holy Dragon, withdrew his gaze into the distance and turned to Sir Gorosh Sickel, who had just walked onto the terrace, and nodded slightly: "Well, hard work. ”

"Is the final moment coming?" Sir Gorosh Hickel, who had a thick beard and a tall stature, looked at the Dragon-Blood Grand Duke in front of him with a complicated and inexplicable look on his face, "Are you leaving?" ”

"The final hour is near, and I will arrive at the battlefield before then," said Archduke Baloger's voice as low as a mountain, "and I could hear two voices echoing in my head at the same time, one of which had begun to weaken...... It's time to leave, this rite of passage, I've been absent for too long. ”

Sir Gorosh Hickel was silent for two seconds and bowed his head: "...... It's your mission. ”

Archduke Baloger nodded, and did not speak again for a moment, except for the howling cold wind that blew from the top of the mountain, carrying the snow particles from afar. It took an unknown amount of time before the dragon-blooded Grand Duke suddenly broke his silence: "More and more young dragonborns are leaving the mountains to seek adventures in the human kingdom in the south......"

"The attraction of the new world is enormous, and ...... After all, the instinct to fly is deeply ingrained in the soul of every dragonborn, and it cannot be changed by rewriting genes," said Sir Gorosh, "The human world has just ended a war, and then the situation of the entire continent will change, more opportunities, and a wider world...... There must be more and more young dragonborns leaving the mountains. ”

Baloger glanced at the courtier who had been following him for many years, and a smile appeared on his face: "You are different from me, you are also a 'dragonborn' born and raised in the mountains of the Holy Dragon Principality, and I still remember that when you were young, you also did the feat of jumping off the Dragon Leaping Cliff...... I didn't expect so many years to have passed in the blink of an eye. ”

"Yes, for many years," said Sir Golosh's always straight face, who could not help but soften a little, perhaps recalling his youth, or perhaps thinking of his daughter, who was living happily in the human world, "you are still so strong and energetic, but I can't even glide anymore...... But that's nothing, I'm much luckier than my parents and grandparents to see the world change in my lifetime. ”

Another gust of mountain wind blew from afar, and Grand Duke Baloger glanced far north, and through the hazy clouds, he seemed to be able to see that the magnificent eternal storm was swirling across the vast sea, and the massive wall of clouds was like a peerless barrier between the continent of Loren and Talrond. He took a deep breath of cold air and said as if to himself, "It's time." ”

"I wish you a safe journey," said Sir Gorosh, bowing his head in the most solemn tone of his life, "from now on, the Dragonborn will call themselves dragons." ”

A gust of wind swept over the terrace made of boulders, and the power of the dragon was heard in the wind, and it rose with the wind, stirring up a wave of magic to rush into the sky, and Sir Gorosh kept his head down in the wind, until he heard a low, majestic voice coming from the distant sky: "Raise your head, you are dragons yourselves!" ”

A huge white dragon shadow rushed into the clouds from the highest point of Dragon's Landing Castle, and the thousands of dragonborn who lived around Dragon's Landing almost all saw this unprecedented scene - they saw the dragon's wings roll up in the wind, the snow on the high mountains swept around him, the magic in the sky changed course, and even the clouds outlined a pale silver trajectory line to the far north.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the sky from the mountains and river valleys of the Holy Dragon Principality, and the dragonborns looked at the dragon hovering in the clouds in shock, and even with some trepidation—it was a real dragon, with a body of nearly 100 meters, strong limbs, and complete wings, it was by no means a defective dragonborn born deformed and weak, and in the countless years of history of the Holy Dragon Principality, no dragonborn had ever seen a real dragon appear in the sky above their heads.

Is this good news? Is this a bad sign? Is this a signal from the dragon's homeland? Or is it just a passerby?

No one recognized it as the Dragon-Blood Grand Duke, who had ruled the land for countless years—the silver-white dragon circled around the highest mountain in the Holy Dragon Duchy as the Dragonborns watched in horror, before raising its head and rushing to the northern horizon.

……

The clouds of confusion dominate the sky, undulating clouds, mutated flesh, crystallized bone spurs, and blood-stained blades forming his terrifying body measured in kilometers, a terrifying existence beyond mortal comprehension and even beyond the natural phenomena that can be explained by the vast continent of Talrond, spreading beams of destruction and brimstone flames across the land in a senseless, pure anger and destroyer posture.

The sky during the polar day has been obscured by billowing smoke, and the giant sun, which would not have set for half a year, has also been obscured by the "night" created by the dragon of confusion, and in the dim skylight, scorching black clouds hang low to the surface of the sea, and one after another thick lightning slaps all the peaks and plains on the continent—

At the edge of Tallund, gravity has torn more than half of the coastline, and the earth curls up into the sky, turning into a giant island that floats in the sky in a form that defies the laws of nature; In the heart of the continent, the power of the uncontrolled gods has created a terrible rift to the elemental world, the material world and the elemental world have penetrated each other, and the living flames and surging ice continue to reshape everything on the earth; In the sky, a gate to the Shadow Realm was forcibly torn open, and with every roar of the Deranged Dragon, black lightning poured out of that gate, tearing at the once-glorious city and the continuous factories and temples.

Everything that has accumulated on the continent over the past 1.87 million years is dissipating like dust, and the glorious yet musty dragon civilization is being torn to shreds by its erstwhile patrons—towering buildings, a vast network of pipes connecting cities, factories and facilities that once fed the dragons' vast population...... All shattered in out-of-control gravitational storms, elemental erosion, and spatial rifts.

And in this apocalyptic scene, countless dragons rushed into the sky like a tidal wave, like a cold, ruthless, bloodless and tearless machine, tearing at the body of the deranged dragon, and the missile groups launched from the depths of the earth and the offshore area created a scorching sea of fire on the latter's body again and again, and every second, the sky of Tallrond would be sprinkled with large swaths of "sand" from the sky, those "dust" were the remains of the dragon that had been reduced to ashes, the steel weapons made by Omega, and the weakened body fragments of the deranged dragon.

This is a bloody battle of the end, and this bloody battle has been going on for an unknown amount of time.

Deep beneath Talrond, high-speed, silver-white trains crash through layers of protected tunnels, carrying mechanical weapons and ammunition supplies ready for the next battle; The ancient computing center hummed, constantly calculating the next second's firepower arrangement and the number of remnants of the dragon legion; Underground forgs and factories of Doom work around the clock to transform steel ingots into new weapons, or repair dragons recovered from the battlefield that can still be "repaired" and put back into battle.

And in the deepest depths of this subterranean kingdom of steel, the core of Omega is constantly running, calmly and efficiently—without fear of the gods or pity for a flesh-and-blood individual.

As a machine, its creators have left behind a core directive in its deepest recesses that is above all else, and it is driven by this core command to carry out its last mission, commanding the dragon legions and the ubiquitous ancient turrets like the countless machines that have commanded Talrond for more than a million years.

The number of legions and batteries is dwindling, but in Omega's precise calculations, victory will always be theirs.

The "dragon of confusion" that seemed like a natural disaster has weakened, and more importantly, he has broken the chains of faith between him and mortals, and has lost the power of divinity, and now he is still stronger than all creatures in this world, but also weaker than himself at any stage in history, and those dragons who were once "believers" ...... With each attack they made against the Dragon of Confusion, they were literally destroying the power they were using to sustain themselves.

To the west of Tallund, in a mine deep underground, an attack from the gods had just broken through the last steel plate of the fortifications.

A silvery-white metal dome has been destroyed, but for the Omegas...... It lost only one insignificant node, and there are thousands of similar nodes, scattered throughout Tallund, and even throughout the nearby ocean floor.

Heat was surging in the underground base, flames were spreading along all the pipes and pathways, the floodgates of the sea had opened in the distance, and the roar of seawater pouring into the mine was like thunder.

The silvery-white egg-shaped device that had just been destroyed lay silently in the center of the base that was about to be submerged, its shell cracked, a large number of sparks jumping between its main body and the nearby wall, and in front of the nearest column, some heavily deranged characters were jumping, showing a brief reflection that Omega had done before the node was destroyed:

"The meaning of life...... It is about continuing its own ......

"The creators...... Choose to destroy yourself......

"Contradictory...... Mistake...... Lack of logical ......

"Error, Error, Error......"

The leaping red characters were glaring in the darkening depths of the base, but the faint sirens disappeared into the roaring waters and the loud explosions of the facilities, accompanied by a thunderous sound, and the final barrier door was blasted open by the raging water, and the immeasurable icy water poured into the depths of the mine, swallowing the Omega node and its remaining fragments of thought.

And throughout Talrond, between the thousands of silver-white dome devices, Omega's thoughts continued, this bloody battle...... And it's still going on.

……

The alpine city of Argondol, once the headquarters of the Dragons' Council, has been completely destroyed, and a powerful gravitational storm has shattered the once majestic mountain, sweeping everything on it and the city at its foot with it.

A huge building tumbles in an out-of-control gravity environment, its magnificent transparent shell, the whole ellipsoidal shape like a nest and a giant egg, and at the edge of the building, there is still a little energy left in the huge neon device, and the flickering characters piece together the incomplete word: XX Arena.

A huge black limb suddenly hung down from the clouds, and the limb split the arena building in two like a scythe, and in a series of explosions, a golden figure rushed out from the cover of the building's wreckage, spewing spewing scorching flames and powerful lightning towards the surface of the huge limb, and then dodged to the side in a thrilling way.

This is a golden dragon, he is stronger and larger than most dragons, the surface of his hundred-meter-long body is covered with ancient rune brilliance, and the various features on his body show that this golden dragon once had an extraordinary identity in dragon society - but at this moment, like other dragons on the battlefield, his huge eyes have lost their original emotion, and only a cold gaze like a machine remains.

The battle was raging, but suddenly, the golden dragon's movements stopped.

His eyes seemed to regain a little emotion, and he looked up under the impetus of this trace of emotion, and he saw that the dragon of confusion hovering high in the sky was roaring madly and chaotically, and the light of light was surging between the low, dim clouds, and the body of the dragon of confusion was full of cracks, and there was light shining in the cracks—it was like some kind of tipping point, indicating that this bloody battle had reached its final stage.

A powerful aura flew in from the other direction, and a huge body almost the size of the golden dragon rushed out of the smoke, this was an extremely old dragon - he may have been a black dragon, but the long years and deep transformation had turned almost all of his scales grayish-white, and a large number of implants and transformation structures were visible all over his body, making him look almost not a flesh-and-blood dragon, but rather a pile of flying steel.

"Hragor!" The old dragon spoke, his deep voice like thunder, "Quick! We won't be awake for long! ”

Hearing the cries of his old friend, the golden dragon Hragor couldn't help but look at the location of the "head" of the deranged dragon, as if trying to find some familiar sight in the crazy chaotic mass, but he found nothing.

The urging voice of the old dragon came from the side again: "Hurry up! Baloger is almost there! ”

Driven by his newly rebuilt sense of self, he resisted the soul-tearing loss of control in his heart, and without hesitation, he spun around with the old gray-white dragon and rushed into the distant sea.