Compared to these two gatekeeper dragons, the dark sky rolling above his head, the kind of spiritual realm in the distance that he couldn't understand, was what made Luo Yin feel nervous.

In the low, oppressive clouds, a few clouds of blue and cyan light suddenly appeared. The Spirit Sword erupted, and a group of arrogant swords collided with more than a dozen thunderbolts in the sonic boom.

The lightning was all gone, but the realm of the Sword Emperor was also on the verge of collapse in the bombardment. And the direction of the lightning bombardment was the door of escape that Jörmunga had opened with his unique power, and those who were still fleeing.

"There is no one who has a word to liberate. The lightning just now should have fired automatically. ”

Susie vigilantly searched for the location of the Word Spirit Releaser, and Luo Yin gave an unexpected guess.

"The whole sky is our enemy. The concentration of wind elements in the clouds is even higher than that of some low-level wind attribute speech realms. ”

And this cloud layer stretched for tens or hundreds of kilometers, casting huge shadows on the ground. It is undoubtedly Li Wuyue's handiwork.

The lightning just now was similar to the high-danger spirit thunder, and the power and accuracy were quite amazing, but in essence, it was the thunder that the clouds automatically released under the setting of the law.

"It's just the accompanying features that can have that kind of strength...... If that cloud pours down, the power is unimaginable. ”

Luo Yin felt the flow of elements in the clouds, and his heart was pounding.

"The wind of the nine heavens, like the sea falling into the sky. The sea of wind and thunder poured from the sky, and the white tide entwined by thousands of wind snakes annihilated everything here. ”

"World-destroying level speech spirit?"

"It's just that he's done with the preparations, and he hasn't chanted yet."

Jörmungård's face gradually became difficult to look at. If it weren't for the fear that Luo Yin would attack her stupid brother, it would be impossible for Lord Jörmungandr to come to King Gangfeng.

This guy is a madman at all, and before they arrived, Li Wuyue was ready to release the Spirit of Destroying the World.

Such a thing as the Soul of the Destroying the World will surely drain the life of the person who has released it. However, the power that the world-destroying level speech spirit can finally burst out may have a very different result.

The abuse of power by the first generation will cause the collapse of the dragon body, and it will also cause the spirit of the world. And when released after the correct and complete chanting, it will burst out with a completely different power.

Like Li Wuyue, who has been fully prepared in advance, once the spirit of words explodes, the effect is by no means as simple as destroying a city. The world map may need to be revised.

"The Wind of Annihilation?"

Luo Yin looked up at the sky and felt like there was a row of big Ivan hanging in the sky.

In the worst-case scenario, Li Wuyue is crazy and will soon use the spirit of destroying the world to wash the ground. But this is not in keeping with his actions to rally ethnic groups.

Luo Yin believes that this is more likely to be a means of coercion. The whole of Honduras has become Li Wuyue's bargaining chip. Once the Wind King feels that something is impossible, he will light the fuse and pull everyone to accompany the burial.

Flocks of eagles formed a hunting formation, fearlessly attacking the invaders, and Luo Yin swung his sword to kill with a facial expression.

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Owls

Pedigree: C+ to B+

Social creatures

Notes: It used to be a human with extremely thin dragon genes.

These ominous creatures with bird faces and bodies were once humans.

But that's not anymore. Without hesitation, Luo Yin swung out the Heavenly Clouds and cut off their heads.

These things aren't special forms of Deadpool, nor are they mimic creatures like human-faced spiders. They are a new species transformed by humans, a new subspecies of dragons.

Lost his humanity and gained dragon blood. Moreover, these birds have the ability to reproduce and are a new species in their own right.

Luo Yin didn't plan to tell anyone else about this fact, he was already about to vomit.

Modify the genes of creatures, add dragon bloodlines the day after tomorrow, and reshape life forms. This is simply the power of God, but the creation that can be created is in the form of the devil.

What secret is Li Wuyue hiding, how could he have such an ability.

The violently slaughtered flock of eagles panicked and tried to escape, but the scythes screamed to drive them away, driving the birds to continue their attack.

Weasels, which have been released by the heavens, have been nesting in various places, and because there is little demand for food, the number of breeding is extremely exaggerated. The sickle is the supervisor and investigator selected by Li Wuyue.

"Hello! Beat you up! ”

A scythe greets its own kind, its strong claw blade beckoning to its rival's long neck.

“nice to meet you！ you son of a bi*ch!”

Another sickle suddenly "turned back" and spat fragrant fragrance into the mouth of its kindred.

The Weasel Queen, who was directing the children, found that her group was mixed with some special sickles that were stronger and skilled in foreign languages.

Sharp blades of wind swept across the hydra's two cervical vertebrae, slicing through her dark golden bones. The second nine-headed sickle hugged her tightly, holding her tighter and tighter until it crushed her bones.

"Samaritans wish you good health."

The dealer ended the life of this fellow man.

"That's a pretty good study. When these scythes were teaching, they may have mixed in some strange audio. ”

Luo Yin scratched his head, what he was broadcasting should be news from all over the world......

Heavy trucks pull through the gates of the Nibelungen, and hordes of Roche corporate scythes fly out of it to hunt down their weakened counterparts under the command of a dealer.

"Search for all the scythes in the city, and leave it to you if you can collect them."

Luo Yin patted the dealer's nine heads and gave him instructions. This dealer, who has been modified many times and is fully armed with alchemy items, is the strongest scythe in the world.

The dealer shuddered at Jörmungård's dangerous gaze and hurried out on his way with his legion of bone birds.

"What's going on?"

How did her toys made by Lord Jermungard end up in the hands of this bastard?

"It is the initiative to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and surrender to my extraordinary personality charm."

Luo Yin hummed a little tune and flew up and kicked the leg bone of the northwest wind.

The body of the southeast wind crashed into a deep crater on the road floor, and the flesh gradually underwent a Maillard reaction in the heat.

The northwest wind had its wings severed, its abdomen was blown to a bloody blur, and it was about to return to the west.

"Conserve your stamina, don't fight too hard."

"It's not your problem yet."

Luo Yin shrugged helplessly. After all, he is not a first-generation species like Konstantin, and he can't waste precious "transformation" time here.

The last heavy truck drove into the Nibelungen, and Natsumi waved the door shut.

"Your mech has arrived. Ours too.

Speaking of which, Lao Kang, do you know what's over there? ”

Luo Yin pointed in the central direction of Pedro Sula.

The sky above the city is empty on the surface, but in fact there is a spiritual realm that is extremely powerful.

It is more vast, noble, and powerful than the royal realm of the first species. And only living beings can form the spiritual realm.

"I'm not sure. It's all something to be cut off anyway. ”

Konstantin put away his anger, his eyes a little wandering. It was the breath of the World Tree.

But the World Tree has long since withered. If the tree had not withered, Samson would not have died.

That was a long, long time ago.

The elder brother died in battle, and the cocoon fell asleep. He and the mortally wounded Samson evacuated the Arctic with the last of their ethnic group.

Samson was so badly wounded that it was difficult for him to breathe, and his proud dragon body was nearly completely destroyed in the war.

Konstantin persuaded Samson to turn into a cocoon and abandon the mangled body and start over. Samson told him that he could no longer cocoon.

Although Samson's bloodline was nobler than that of some princes, he could not be inspired by the tree, and his soul was locked in the ruined dragon body.

Not only Samson, but the vast majority of ethnic groups have lost the ability to cocoon. They can only rely on words and spirits to enter a hibernation-like state, slowly heal the wounds of the body, and slow down the rate of aging.

All races age inexorably, and the mightiest ancient dragons are the first to die of old age.

Samson, who possessed unparalleled strength, was also tormented by old age, but refused to die because of his loyalty.

Finally, when he was too old for Constantine to recognize the formidable warrior he had been, Samson forged himself a majestic bronze mask.

After endless years, Konstantin no longer had any unrealistic hopes. There must be something wrong with this "World Tree" that is inspiring him.

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"Aperiotes and Skelone are dying. But there is nothing they can do, they are not on the same level as their opponents. ”

In the cathedral, the diminutive old man lost the message of the sickle, and they were all crushed.

His spine was so badly curved that he was only a little taller than the bench, and his cracked skin seemed to be shattering to the ground in the next second.

"Aeolos, no matter how strong he is, he is only a loser. Even Norton is no match for the king, so what is there to worry about the most cowardly dragon king? ”

"Olos, you're always so arrogant, but you don't have the strength to match it."

The incarnation of the east wind, Olos, this tall and burly dragon, has extensive burns on his back, and his bones are visible.

"Oros, wounded like this by an aging human, and not finding the transmitter on his body. I suspect that you may not be enough to be of His Majesty's help. ”

The extremely old Aeolos unleashed a terrifying dragon power that made Oros unable to refute for a while.

Aioros is an ancient dragon, a descendant of ancient dragons. He relied on his words to extend his life to this day, and finally waited for Li Wuyue's call.

The so-called ancient dragons generally refer to the first group of dragons who fought with the monarchs in the era when the four monarchs were born. At that time, the fiefdoms of the four monarchs had not yet been divided.

Ancient dragons enjoy the blessings of the monarch, and some are even directly bred by the monarch.

When it comes to the nobility of the bloodline, only the lucky guy of Hermes (Lin Fenglong) in the Wind Dragon Pulse can compare with Aiolos.

Hermes is a rare sub-species that has not lost its ability to cocoon, which is why it can accompany Li Wuyue all year round.

"The blazing flame is the first to be extinguished, and the bird closest to the sun is the first to fall. Fall is the established fate of the fire dragon clan. Although they are powerful, they cannot compete with fate.

Olos, there's not much time for you to heal your dragon body right now. I don't think you're worth anything in this war. ”

Instead of answering in words, Oros let the dragon's blood boil, and the dragon's scaly bone spurs pierced the skin in an instant. An aging ancient dragon also dares to be so arrogant.

The blue-black dragon claws pierced Oros's heart in a blast of speed, then crushed his spine.

Both sides turned on time zero, but unfortunately his speed multiplier was completely suppressed by the other party, and he couldn't even make a decent counterattack.

"The North Wind is the embodiment of Boares, and He is the most powerful of you, and only He has the power to assist the King. I chose Him. ”

The dragon's claw reverted to a pure, slender palm, and was drawn from Oros's chest stained with blood.

His countenance was neither male nor female, with a strange androgynous beauty like an angel. Dragons don't need gender by nature, the Supreme is the father of all dragons, and their mother.

"Boares! You? ”

"You're right. Cagarth, Livas, and our beloved brethren, Celes and Notos, have become my food. ”

The dying dragon's eyes were full of confusion and betrayal.

He did not die on the battlefield, but was killed by his own people before the battle.

"You're the last. From now on, I will be the only Greek god of wind.

Aiolos convinced me. The reason why we have so many compatriots is because our fiefdom was so vast at that time. But what about now?

We don't have any place to live anymore. The world is still so vast, and the sky is boundless like in ancient times, but it belongs to my race, and there is not a few left.

Continue to emphasize those titles, my brother, don't you feel, that sadness and irony? ”

The dying Oros heard Boares' sad words and suddenly understood what was wrong.

When there are fewer and fewer races left in the world, and the most powerful wind dragon is withering, his mentality changes subtly.

He is obviously a proud dragon, but like a human, he succumbs to loneliness, succumbs to the sorrow of blood, and unconsciously begins to huddle together for warmth.

"Devour me."

Boares did not hesitate, and violently broke the neck of his compatriot, and the keel of spiritual power slowly took shape in the corpse of Oros.

Sadness, rage, loneliness. The devouring of dragons, or sacrifice, is always such a contradictory process.

"This is the last piece of the puzzle. From now on, you are no longer Ares the Bo of the North Wind, but the perfect Annemiy! Only such a gesture is qualified to become a courtier of His Majesty! ”

"Aeolos, you are as strong as you promised. Otherwise I will regret not devouring every inch of your flesh. ”

The bloodline is replenished in the devouring, the genes are produced in the collision to produce new sequences, and the power is sublimated.

In the era of the withering of dragons, for the first time in thousands of years, a new generation was born.

"Aniemiy, you won't regret it. As long as we help the monarch to protect this land, let the withered World Tree flourish here, and our time will return again.

We will be stronger than ever. On this inconspicuous land, a dragon city will be built that is more magnificent than the palaces of the Black King and the White King.

Most importantly, we will be able to return to the embrace of the World Tree and regain eternal life. ”

As high-level dragons as they were, they never imagined that they would experience the sense of despair that only humans and beasts have. The noble species that was once immortal suddenly lost its immortal soul, and its spirit was trapped in its decaying body, inexorably moving towards death.

Witnessing the withering of the race, the living space was slowly compressed, but he could only hibernate for a long time because of his physical limitations.

Every time they wake up, the world turns upside down and becomes even stranger to them.

They can't accept the world. The only way to do this is to destroy it once and for all and rebuild the world it once was.

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