The footsteps are getting closer and closer, Birmingham can even feel a huge pressure gradually falling on his body with the pace of the Dream Weaver, facing an invincible enemy, Birmingham, who has long been exhausted, has no means to resist, even if he asks for help from the Lord of the Long River in the sword, in exchange for a silent answer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Death may have become a foregone conclusion, and I am afraid that even Birmingham himself did not think about why his journey was linked to this empire, obviously just a down-and-out nobleman of the Ella Empire, but he died for the glory and survival of the Betley Empire, which is really an ironic sight.

"Are you regretting?" With a hint of warm breath, the Dream Weaver's voice rang in Birmingham's ears.

"Regret, perhaps. ”

"Strange emotion, why would I regret it at this time. I wonder if the demon god looked at Birmingham lying on the ground, the young man who rushed to him without moving forward, but when he was dying, he showed mismatched remorse, because the fear of death finally overshadowed the admiration of glory.

The emotions that she didn't understand made the demon god incomprehensible, and it also made her desperate to understand this emotion, this unknown emotion, this emotion that never existed in that dark, fiery abyss.

The hand, unexpectedly stretched out in front of Birmingham's eyes, did not carry the murderous intent of death, but the kind of kindness to his friends, the kindness that a demon god would never have.

"You?"

"What do you think eternal life represents?" the same question flowed from the mouth of the Demon God Dreamweaver, and Birmingham, who heard the question again, looked up in bewilderment, and at the same time held the outstretched hand with a hint of temptation.

Cold, it was the initial feeling, and the small palm wrapped in black iron armor made Birmingham's palm feel a chill.

"A realm that is beyond the reach of mere mortals. With the help of the demon god, Birmingham stood up, only to find that his figure, which was not too tall, was even lower at the moment, and the moment he stood up, he was at the same height as the short demon god.

A very self-aware answer. The demon god opened his mouth appreciatively, and a faint power was transmitted through his palm to the mortal hand in front of him, repairing the noble young man's body.

"You?" was incomprehensible again, Birmingham was quite a little puzzled, feeling that this somewhat cold chill was circulating in his body, and the broken meridians were also recovering little by little, but no amount of power could repair Birmingham's soul and body that had been eroded by the wind mark, that was a field that only a goddess could set foot in, and it was the origin of true creation, for a demon god, the soul was still a taboo place after all.

"Is it a surprise, mortal?"

"Of course, receiving the aid of a demon god makes me feel like I'm soon going to follow in the footsteps of Ryan VIII. ”

"What you say of the emperor confuses me, and a single stain ruins all his glory. ”

"A pure white paper, no matter how small the black ink is, will be infinitely magnified. Speaking of the corrupted emperor, Birmingham looked directly at the demon god in front of him, and now asked himself why he was so judgmental of Ryan VIII for the cause of all the calamities.

"The emotions of mortals are astonishing. ”

"But it's just as fascinating, isn't it?" Birmingham asked the demon god in front of him, and in her colorful pupils, the down-and-out nobleman saw a glimmer of color that he had never seen before, a color that didn't match a demon god.

Hearing this, the five-pillar demon god smiled slightly, and at the same time released the palm of the mortal on the opposite side, the unattainable demon god behaved like an ordinary mortal at the moment, but the huge coercion and black iron armor reminded Birmingham all the time who he was facing.

One of the supreme rulers of the Abyss, the Dreamweaver of the Mighty Five-Pillar Demon God.

"Get out of here, mortals, this is a sign of respect for your glory. The unexpected remarks made the soul fire in the eyes of the skeleton Rashfil continue to flicker, and the succubus seemed to have expected this result, and there was no surprise in the face of the sudden kindness of the demon god.

"I'd love to leave, but I'm really sorry that my mission isn't done yet. Birmingham raised the corners of his mouth, his body, his body upright, his step, his hand back, but his hand was on his sword.

Fear and remorse seemed to vanish in an instant, and all the demon god saw was a mortal who was still tenacious, a nobleman who still maintained his glory.

"It's a pity. Inexplicably sighed, but the Demon God's eyes were full of smiles, she was very satisfied with the current mortal, a fearless mortal, a mortal who insisted on her dreams, a mortal who made her feel light.

The wind, as if at the end of the conversation between the two, became solemn, cutting Birmingham's skin like a knife, and at the same time making the corners of his delicate eyebrows flow a look that he had never seen before.

A gust of sea breeze swept through the corners of Birmingham's clothes, and the clothes that had fitted were a little wide because of the erosion of the soul, and after the sea breeze swept away, they let out a fierce roar, like a roaring lion standing up before the enemy, sticking out its claws and fangs.

And this sea breeze also blew the hair of the demon god dreamweaver, and the pair of colorful pupils finally showed a look of disbelief, but the target of the surprise was not the Birmingham standing with the sword, but the sky shrouded in dark clouds, the harbor swallowed by the waves, it was a beautiful roar, although it did not have the majesty of a lion, but with a formidable color, and with that beautiful voice emerged was a figure from before eternity, a figure called a darling by the world, a creature at the top of the mortal world, and a name that never disappeared into history。

Dragon, Frost!

The dragon's roar resounded through the sky, the dragon shadow was shocking, the dragon hidden in ultramarine, the dragon that was guilty by the elves, was the source of the blue disaster, and now finally woke up from a long slumber, although it lost one of its heads, but the dragon frost is still an unshakable creature at the moment.

"Frost!" The skeleton Razfil looked at the dragon shadow that appeared in the dark clouds with fear and guilt, one scale and half claw, not showing the whole picture, but the fear that rose from the soul was still so real.

"How come?" muttered to the skeleton Razfair, and suddenly looked at the angry waves that stood on the deep harbor, in the whirlpool, Princess Sophia had already fallen, but the gift of the goddess was shining with brilliant light, like a road marker and a lighthouse in the deep sea, waiting for the dragon to find its way, although this lighthouse seemed incomparably small, although the dragon had been away from the channel for thousands of years, but the light flickered, and the moment the angry waves sounded, it was the time for the dragon to return.

At that moment, the dragon reappeared, and at that moment, the frost soared.