The power of judgment of the Templar illuminated the splendor of the entire world in front of him, and the powerful power of judgment enveloped the bone dragon.

Judgment: The good go to heaven, and the wicked go to hell.

The miracle of the Templar quietly appeared, whether it was life or death, it all depended on the pure soul and faith.

Thousands of rays of light fell from the sky, this power that did not belong to this realm, overflowing the dragon collar.

Coming to this point, there is no turning back.

Arthur looked at the bone dragon.

Edison knew what Arthur meant, and he knew that this was the last chance to prove himself, and even if he died, he would have no regrets.

Wan Long looked sideways at the Seraphim in the sky, and his surprised expression could not express the uneasiness in his heart.

This templar power has far surpassed this realm, why can this man use it so easily.

Incomprehension, uneasiness, trepidation, and that hint of fear.

The Holy Dragon Concubine looked at Arthur's figure, and glanced at the white dragon Starion, who was now a little older in the distance, maybe following this man could really change the world.

Yes, the future is in your own hands, but the direction is never something you can control, and all you can do is the present.

Everyone's eyes then turned to Edison, and there was no doubt that the bone dragon would surely die if it was baptized by such a powerful Templar power.

But everyone here wants to see what a miracle is.

That's something that only a truly pure soul can bring.

Without the slightest hesitation, Edison spread his bony broken wings, flew in unison, and suddenly fanned down in the air, and a strong wind rippled in all directions.

He groaned a long, gentle dragon moan and slammed headlong into the light.

"Pain" can't express the emotions at this time, walking barefoot on the knife mountain, less than one-ten-thousandth of the pain, and frying in the oil pan is not as painful as the bones.

Give up or persevere.

No, no, no...

I'm okay, I can't give up this last faith.

The honor and faith, glory and immortality of veterans, will inevitably sprout bright brilliance at this moment.

For an incomparably quiet minute, countless people were looking forward to whether the dragon bones would fall, or the honor would be returned.

Holy Dragon Princess, closed her eyes, she couldn't bear it, and she was afraid.

Arthur sighed softly, perhaps he had done something wrong.

Those strong dragons who are familiar with Edison, I don't know how to describe the current mood, and an opponent who cherishes each other has completely fallen.

In the light of the Templar that soared into the sky, there was no illusion, and everything gradually disappeared with the light, turning into the silence of Ling Dong.

The light of judgment faded, and Arthur returned to his original form, retracting the stigmata of light, closing his eyes slightly, and remembering the last of Edison's dragon groans.

Perhaps Edison was unhappy all the time, and his outward indulgence and laziness were nothing more than to hide the bitterness and emptiness of his heart.

Over the years, you've been tired!!

My friend.

Arthur opened his eyes and looked up at the sky at 45°, this angle is very comfortable, it can make people completely relaxed, and you can also enjoy the vast sky, which makes people remember the people and things of the past.

Countless dragons lowered their proud heads, the former Edison was a strong dragon, although Edison lost the qualification to enter the dragon mound and was cursed to become a bone dragon, but his name has illuminated many people, and the current dragon family is still telling his story.

Life originates from the smallest end, but burns in splendor.

The dragon clan uses its own way to see off the former heroes.

The Holy Dragon Concubine crossed her hands, raised her eyebrows slightly, and prayed the most devout prayer.

It's as if time has been turned back to a long time.

Clear lake, green shade, a petite white dragon is taking a nap.

A shadow suddenly appeared in the sky, and the strong white dragon held a wreath of seven-colored glazed flowers in its mouth.

He will land very gentlemanly, without bringing up a cloud of smoke, for fear of waking up the female dragon who is taking a nap.

He would creep over, slowly stroke down and place the wreath on the female dragon's head, then spread the white and crystal dragon wings to protect her from the scorching sun just so that she could sleep peacefully. He was a pacesetter motionless, and after the mother dragon was about to wake up, he spread his dragon wings and took off, only keeping that feeling in his heart and never saying it explicitly.

The speed of the cherry blossoms falling is 5 centimeters per second, and the beauty of that moment will stop the movement of time. Maybe if you take that step, the outcome will change.

Feelings are ignorant and fragile, and the first love of the female dragon changes the trajectory of life with the appearance of another person...

The light was completely gone, and so was the figure.

This is the end of the story...

The entire airspace, the silence was terrifying, and the white dragon phantom looked at the empty sky in disbelief, how could this result be acceptable.

The gentle and kind Starion, the tears of the dragon flew from her eyes towards the endless sea, and the sound of the crying and mournful dragon roar reached the endless sky, and the mood of the people who heard the sound was extremely low.

Maybe that's the reality, that's the truth of everything.

What legends, what heroes, are all nonsense used in books to deceive people, and those who believe in them are just a bunch of fools.

The reality is in front of us, but the good people are always the ones who are hurt the most.

Guinevere knelt on Starion's head and gently soothed her with her hand, this was the only thing she could do now, women were always full of maternal radiance, and only she could soothe Starion's emotions at this time. Arthur never had the ability to comfort the wounded girl, and he didn't know what to say.

Starlien's growth was inseparable from Edison's guidance, and for her, it was Edison and Elizabeth who accompanied her when she was lonely and lonely.

For the young her, Edison was his godfather, filling in her lack of dragon education.

"Thank you, Arthur. ”

From the empty void, Edison's voice was heard.

Arthur looked back at the empty airspace.

Countless dragons looked at the empty space in amazement.

There was a teardrop hidden in the Holy Dragon Concubine's eyes, she closed her eyes, calmed her emotions, and when she opened them, she had already returned to her original appearance.

The dragon soul smiled with a hint of it, this should have been the right ending.

Starlien spread her wings in excitement and almost didn't get Guinevere out, the tears in her eyes even more intense, but they were tears of excitement.

From a point in the void, a white glow began to shine outward, and the power of the Templar washed away sins, leaving behind noble virtues.

A dragon soul appeared in the void and stared at Arthur, and the powerful coercion spread, this is just the power that is unconsciously revealed, Edison is a white dragon, although I don't know what kind of posture the handsome guy of the dragon clan is, but it's nothing more than that.

His stature was several laps larger than the average dragon, but instead of fat, he was strong and muscular.

His white body was full of golden light, and the scales on his body were brighter than precious stones, and every connection was so perfect that there was no flaw to be found. The two pairs of eyes are blazing, like the stars in the night sky, and the sky is bright.

His whole body is always indescribably perfect, and perfection is a foul at all.

The dragon has reverse scales, which is his vital point, and he will die if he touches it, but Edison's reverse scales are a holy blood dragon crystal.

How to say the value, as long as he does not die during his lifetime, then he is a holy dragon.

"What has life forced you to be, to make you that decadent. ”

"Let's love~"

A phrase "Love." "The Tao was bitter, with clarity and freedom, and then...

He's gone...

Step into the burial place that belongs to the hero.