"Not yet...... Really alive? The blonde girl took a deep breath, and it took some difficulty to digest the meaning of the sentence.

- What kind of dragon species are being held down there?!

Just a phantom is so scary?

There's no reason for that! Although she had no experience in dealing with dragons before, and she had not even seen those long-vanished fantasy species, it did not prevent her from deducing the level and power of dragons from the experience of those who had done so.

Those monsters shouldn't be so terrifying, and even just a phantom can burst out with such amazing momentum......

In this way, if it is not a phantom but a real creature, then can the dragon species below be said to have reached the level of a true god? It's unlikely, it's not a dragon species at all, it's a dragon god!

Just when Erica and Liliana looked at each other, shocked and uncertain, not knowing what to say, Mo Chen had already spoken again:

"Don't think too much about it, this ancient dragon is quite ...... It is quite a manifestation of my power, and you can see that I have taken the initiative to separate a part of my divine power and let it gain life. ”

The reason naturally can't be so simple, but if you explain it carefully, it's futile to say, I'm afraid that I have to explain the worldview of the black soul to them, so it's better to explain it directly.

Just look at the expressions of the two girls and know that they accepted this statement...... After all, it makes sense, the authority of God as the essence, the life form of the embodiment of divine power-

Such a dragon species does have a godhead, far beyond the conventional dragon, and belongs to the dragon god that even a pure-blooded dragon can hardly match...... Because in a sense, it is not a divine beast, but the embodiment of a god.

To put it another way of saying it is easier to understand, that is, the demon king in front of him gave himself a trumpet and put on a vest.

It is understandable that Long Wei, who has just erupted into such a terrifying way, after all, the essence of life is that kind of height, not out of reach, but simply out of sight.

"The preparation of the Knights of Lothric should be quick, followed by the Lothric Wyvern, this one will be slower, and I don't know when I will be able to release them......"

Mo Chen sighed, feeling very dissatisfied with the slow growth of the number of players in a certain game in a certain world.

It's just a crisis of trust, it's really okay, who made Kayaba Jinghiko make such a big news before, who is not afraid of death? What if you are so lucky enough to win a place in the Game of Death again?

Cows can still press their heads without drinking water, but this kind of thing can only be taken by nature...... Anyway, if that world grows high enough in the future, with hundreds of millions of players.

Then Mo Chen can really fight desperately-

After all, there are data and templates, and the player's large number of deaths in a fully stealthy game with a high degree of realism can provide sufficient mental power to condense spirituality for the "monsters...... Not to mention the Rosric Knight, even the Wyvern is about to be able to produce stably.

Although the bipedal wyvern doesn't sound very famous, it is very much like a high-level miscellaneous soldier in the Western fantasy worldview, and its performance in the game is lying on a high wall, only knowing the mechanical fire, as if it is an elite monster without brains.

But in reality, they are true legendary creatures with bloodlines dating back to antiquity, massive bodies and claws, fierce roars that can make everything tremble, and flames capable of concomiting entire lands and inflicting apocalyptic judgment on the world.

And Mo Chen didn't have only these two types of troops in his hands, but these were barely ...... How should I say that? Barely a normal painting style?

Because he didn't want to release monsters such as demon sacrifices, maggots, and soulsuckers for the time being...... He is regarded by the world as a demon king, but he does not intend to build a real painting style of the demon king city, isn't it his own diaphragm that those things appear here?

"But it should be enough for now, anyway, you won't be going to war with them as soon as you pass, so it's not difficult to wait a while...... Now I call you here, and I tell you—"

Mo Chen coughed lightly, drawing the attention of the two girls who were bowing their heads and contemplating back to his body.

"I have a lot of knights and bipedal wyverns, and it is impossible for this city to digest on its own, so I plan to send them out later, in addition to helping you conquer that plane, it will also be used to maintain the dream order in the southern European region......"

"Huh?" ×2

The Crimson Demon and the Sword Elf were stunned for a moment, and then opened their mouths at the same time, but after glancing at each other, they were silent.

The expansion of the dream realm by this king has always been a major event in the southern European magic world, and now basically the entire southern European magic world has moved from the real world into the dream land.

Now that the other party wants to send a law enforcement team to maintain order in their own territory, there is nothing to say about this, but it is better to say that it makes people feel reassured...... Who wants to go back to the time when the "King of Swords" ruled that chickens and dogs jumped and didn't do anything!

Besides, the other party is not monopolistic and arbitrary, and before this incident, they had already asked them to go back to establish a branch team of the sun and dark moon in the society, which also illustrated this problem.

Because the itinerary of the expedition to the other world was planned in these two days, the two girls hurriedly went back, and the determinable information about the top existence of the other world, as well as the sudden extra strength advantage of their side, these are all information that needs to be integrated immediately.

Plans are always adjusted to the actual situation, even if they have already started.

These variables are very important, and they are completely enough to affect the policy they formulated at the beginning, after all, there is so much combat power, and it is impossible to pay huge casualties to be reckless, of course, they must think carefully and act cautiously.

But now I suddenly found that not only did the above directly send a huge number of reinforcements, but even the superior units such as the dragon species had prepared a large handful, and the final finale was the trumpet of the king himself and the personal operation of the previous king.

On the opposite side is Ping'an County, and the hole card in their hands is not an Italian cannon, but a space-based kinetic weapon.

I'm afraid that if a wave passes, there will be nothing.

In this case, how can it be possible to continue to follow the previous policy, where you come and go to see and dismantle the opponent to fight bladder games and guerrilla warfare? It's impossible to go on a rampage and be brainless, but you don't need to be too careful!

Mo Chen watched as the two familiar figures disappeared from view, then turned his head, his gaze seemed to pass through the thick earth indifferently, and saw the ...... in the even larger underground building space below

- The four-legged, four-winged, two-row, two-horned ancient dragon phantom.

Immortal Elder Dragon, the ruler of the pre-Chaos Age, the progenitor of all...... Of course, as he said, it's still a phantom.

In the Age of Chaos, everything is shrouded in a vast gray fog, without heaven and earth and without air. Grey rocks, towering ancient trees and immortal dragons are everywhere. Immortal ancient dragons, without souls, do not belong to living beings, belong to the most primordial existence.

It is precisely because of this that Mo Chen extracted countless precious embers from the First Fire, from great heroes to gods, but he just missed one species, that is, the power of the ancient dragon.

There is no reason for this, because Immortal Elder Dragons have no soul, and since the Age of Fire, almost all pure-bred Immortal Elder Dragons have been extinct...... It was exterminated before the establishment of the fire transmission system, how could it be used as firewood to leave embers in the initial fire?

So this is a little embarrassing, the dragon species that can be found later, even if it is the ancient flying dragon that lives on the top of the isolated ancient dragon, is only the descendant of the ancient dragon's weak bloodline, and does not belong to the real immortal ancient dragon.

And the descendants of the Immortal Ancient Dragons with relatively pure bloodlines are only descendants, just like the Great Snake and the Snake People clan, they do not belong to the Immortal Ancient Dragons.

But it's not completely impossible, for example, by refining the thin bloodline of the dragon species of the later generations, it is purified step by step and traced back to the source, until it is finally traced back to the oldest bloodline.

However, even the thinner bloodline flying dragons were still too few in this era, and even if Mo Chen killed them all, he would not be able to complete one-tenth of this task.

So he finally went to the top of the ancient dragon once, and packed and took away the corpse of the immortal ancient dragon on the mountain in the distance, as well as the glorious dragon body stone, the former is the corpse of a real ancient dragon, and the latter is the starting point of the ceremony that can help people step on the path of the ancient dragon and obtain the complete power of the ancient dragon.

With these things, there was too much room for him to operate, and it was only a matter of time before he finally revived an immortal ancient dragon.

Only this level of ancient dragon can make him look at it.

……

……

The hazy sky and the bitter wind blew as if a storm was coming. And in the barren field below, there was a miserable mess.

The corpses of many soldiers in rough cloth were strewn about, and occasionally the corpses of one or two horses or well-armoured, well-armed officers could be seen.

The battlefield is not too big, but not everyone can see hundreds of corpses falling around, smell the strong smell of blood, and be indifferent.

Even if there is a difference in race, the difference is only a small difference, and it is not enough to make people feel that it is a struggle that has nothing to do with themselves.

"Those humans are fighting again...... Don't they bother? ”

It was a young man with fair skin and handsome features, curly emerald green hair, and pointed ears...... It's clearly not humans, but elves.

And not one, but a team, about twenty people, all in leather armor and bows and arrows.

They silently looked at the battlefield in front of them, and then an elven woman looked back at the endless huge forest behind her, and sighed: "Haven't humans always been so greedy? This is true of the Gentiles, and even more so of their own kind...... It is better for them to kill each other than to come and take our compatriots captive and use them as slaves. ”

"Those people just deserve to die, when we killed a human slave catcher before, that guy in the lead was really annoying."

The other elf spoke gloomily, "As if they were right to take our people captive as slaves, and we fought back against them, they ...... Just ......"

The elf doesn't swear, so he doesn't know how to say the rest of the words, but he is very depressed, and he feels that there is an evil fire in his chest, and he can't vent it.

"It's okay to kill each other, it's just near our village, these corpses still have to be disposed of by us in the end, otherwise they may attract the attention of the plague lord, which is the most hateful ......"

The elven leader who spoke at first shook his head, clenching his fists in exasperation.

"And the previous humans who called themselves magicians, took our things and said they were going to trade, but they didn't show up until now, and they must be liars! Father must have been deceived by them! ”

Overcast skyline.

The wind blew and became even more bitter.