Savi paced anxiously back and forth in the hallway outside, her worries clearly written on her face. Because today is a very special day, the birth of her daughter, Messiah Stuart. Almost all of her people except her had gathered in this small corridor.

For the Stuart family, this is a top priority. Therefore, Morrow's face was not much better than that of Savi, he squinted his eyes slightly, and prayed in his heart.

A drizzle was falling outside, bringing a cold wind into the manor. Savi subconsciously wrapped her clothes tightly, and then saw someone walk through the rain curtain into the hallway. The man took off his hat, revealing a slightly tired face.

Bo Moses.

"I should have come earlier, ma'am. Bo walked up to Savi and bent slightly, "It's just that there's so much going on in the hall there." ”

Savi shook her head: "It's okay, it's a trivial matter. ”

"The descendants of the Lord of Thorns and the Eye of Heaven will not be a trivial matter in any era. Bo smiled.

Savi pursed her lips and asked, "Haven't you heard from Ian yet?"

"Not yet. Bo shook his head, "He should have been delayed by something, otherwise he would never have missed his wife's birth, after all, the current situation is not optimistic, please forgive me." ”

"My daughter doesn't care, what can I say as a mother?" said Savi, "it's a wife, but Ian hasn't been able to give my daughter a decent wedding so far." ”

Bo bowed his head and did not answer. Although Savi said that she didn't mind, her words were full of complaints. There is no way to do this, from Ian's standpoint, as the Lord of Thorns, he should put the survival of mankind first, but as a man, he is not by his side when his wife is in labor, and he is indeed not a qualified husband.

......

Ian had thought that when the day came, he would be able to remain calm enough, as if no fireworks could continue to burn for thirteen years. But he was wrong, and when he saw the scarlet eyes again, the anger that had been suppressed in his heart for thirteen years came back to him.

It came after all, and the supreme form was the same as it had been thirteen years ago. In terms of size, it is inferior to Nathan, the king of the earth, and in terms of flight ability, it is inferior to Nathan, the king of wind, and in terms of dragon flame, it is inferior to Naga, the king of fire, and in terms of destructive power, it is inferior to Na Ash, the king of thunder.

But in this way, when anyone sees it, the awe will involuntarily rise from the bottom of their hearts. It is the most powerful, which is why there are five kings in the world, and only one of them.

It stood on the city wall, and even if it didn't deliberately spread its wings, the breath that covered the sky and the sun was like a wave being swept in its face.

Ian gripped the hilt of the dragon cut tightly, dripping blood onto the blade without hesitation. In order to kill this guy, he is willing to turn himself into a ghost and let himself fall into the abyss. He wanted nothing more than to kill it, to cut off its head and place it in the clouds, in front of the stream red with the blood of the hunters.

He roared, he roared, he was like a beast, and the dragon cut let out a low humming sound, like an awakened god. But the Dragon Emperor remained indifferent, and he looked at Ian quietly, his small figure reflected in his scarlet eyes.

......

"It's here after all, Dragon Emperor. Arnold said, "Why does it give me the impression that Naga is more powerful than Naga power? ”

"There are not many records about the Dragon Emperor in the history books, and the first appearance was in the Flowing Cloud Disaster thirteen years ago. Xiu said quickly, "Before that, there didn't seem to be such a thing as [Emperor] in the history of the Dragon Clan. However, in some boundless legends, the white [Emperor] stands in the deepest snow-capped mountains in the north, and the black [Emperor] rests in the molten slurry of the extreme south. ”

"In the molten lava, isn't that Naga, the Lord of Fire?" Arnold frowned, "Also, what is the white Emperor?"

"The other [Dragon Emperor], but it's all just a legend, and the first time I heard it was from a bard who was passing by Alder, and their stories were always unreliable. Xiu shook his head, "In the official history, there are no two [emperors], the most powerful are the five kings, and now it seems that a large part of the information about the dragon clan in the hall is still missing." ”

"You're right. Arnold sighed, "If it weren't for that, the Wandering Cloud Plague of thirteen years ago wouldn't have happened. ”

Xiu wanted to say something to Arnold, but by this time Ian had already pounced on the Dragon Emperor, and she had to put aside the discussion with her brother for a while. From the moment the Dragon Emperor appeared, there had been a strong uneasiness surging in her heart, and the uneasiness that Na Ember had brought to her before was even stronger.

Although Na Ember was strong, Xiu still believed that Ian could defeat it, but now, even from a distance of hundreds of meters, Xiu still seemed to feel Ian's restless heart.

......

[Iliad Time and Space] is activated!

The invisible giant hand of time stretched out to the Dragon Emperor. Although Ian was angry, he was not so bad that he had lost his mind, but now he could only be described as the end of the crossbow, and he had used up too much of his strength to fight against Na Ember, and he would not be able to hold out for long unless he completely turned himself into a ghost.

The fighting must end as soon as possible.

As long as you can stab the blade into the body of the Dragon Emperor, even if you can't kill the Dragon Emperor, you can still hit it hard, so the result of the battle will be biased in your favor.

Time froze again, and the Dragon Emperor Mussolini was like a totem in an ancient oil painting, a nightmare that had tormented him for thirteen years. And now, he finally had a chance to end this nightmare, and the thought of this made his hand tremble a little as he held the dragon cut.

Closer, closer!

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters.

Soon, it's time to put an end to it!

But at this moment, the Dragon Emperor suddenly raised his dragon claws, and Ian's pupils shrank slightly.

It was not affected by Plane!

At this moment, an ancient and majestic voice slowly sounded in his mind, like some kind of incantation.

"[Iliad Theocracy]. ”

Poof.

Ian lowered his head, the black spear that came out of nowhere was already in his chest. And the tip of the sword cut by the dragon is still far, far away from the heart of the Dragon Emperor. The Iliad Spacetime and the Iliad Endless expire at the same time.

He felt his life force draining rapidly.

He could no longer hold the dragon cut, and the dragon cut fell out of his hand and sank into the ruins, like a lonely tombstone.

......

Bang.

The kind-faced old woman pushed open the door, looked at the people waiting outside, looking anxious, and smiled slightly: "Congratulations, it's a boy." ”

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