"The Emperor seems to have become a little strange, and his voice has not been heard lately." In the gray mist, someone was speaking in an ancient language, and his voice was low, as if he was afraid of being noticed by something.

"The Emperor's envoys have also become very strange, no, they must have been strange a long time ago, they seem to have become more ...... It's even more violent. Someone also whispered in the ancient language, "It has been said that they have seen them fighting each other and tearing apart a mountain very easily......"

The gray mist seemed to dissipate a little, and it was supposed to be a sunny day, but the sky outside was extremely dark, and in the stone corridors carved with mystical patterns, only the faint light of the fire hanging on the walls illuminated the nearby scene.

It was a quaint-looking, but inexplicably atmospheric, stone palace, where dozens of attendants in equally quaint clothes carried huge trays and dragged ornate or precious offerings on them towards the solemn altar at the end of the corridor.

The altar was built on top of a steep and towering cliff, and a gray mist shrouded the altar beyond the view beyond it, and the stone corridor was the only way to get here. The attendants who had offered sacrifices to the Supreme Being did not dare to speak any more, but they held up the tray in their hands and pressed their heads very low, daring to look at the road in front of them, and carefully walked along the narrow road towards the altar standing on the edge of the cliff.

A howling wind blew, blowing away more gray mist, revealing the steep and rugged mountain walls around the altar and the bottomless abyss beside it. The cliffs are surrounded by mountains, and these peaks of different heights are like seats, and there were once huge beings who used these towering and rugged peaks as seats to meet great beings.

Directly west of the cliff, a mountain taller than any other, like a sharp spear reaching into the sky, and like a supreme throne, was still surrounded by gray mist. In addition to the fog, black clouds hung over the unobstructible summits, blocking the sun's rays on the earth, and only the occasional flash of thunder from the clouds illuminated the surrounding mountains and the earth.

Dressed in a heavy and complicated red priest's robe, wearing a dragon's head mask, the red-haired priest stood alone on the edge of the altar, his crimson eyes full of inexplicable emotion, looking at the mountain peaks obscured by gray mist and dark clouds from afar.

The cold wind blowing from under the cliff ruffled her long red hair, and people couldn't help but wonder if her unusually thin figure, even if she was wearing a heavy priest's robe, would be carried away by the wind howling from under the cliff in the next second.

Respectfully walking behind her, the attendants who brought the offerings gently woke her up from her trance: "High priestess, you can begin." ”

The red priest's attention was withdrawn from the distant mountains surrounded by dark clouds, and she quietly turned her head to look at the messengers who had been timidly whispering in the corridor just now, and said softly: "Don't talk about those topics that will make the emperor and the envoys unhappy in the future, even if you whisper, the wind will carry your voice to the supreme throne." ”

The waiters who had been whispering before trembled uncontrollably and whispered yes.

Preparations for the ceremony begin with attendants offering a variety of offerings on the highest altar. They lit the lamps and placed them in quaint wooden lanterns painted with various paints, decorating the altar, which was dark with red lights. Then they changed into colorful clothes and wore paint-covered masks in the form of beasts, plants, or celestial bodies.

Standing on the altar, the ancient instruments were struck and blown to the sound of such not beautiful but incomparably atmospheric instruments, and the people on the altar danced towards the supreme beings in the mountains surrounded by gray mist and dark clouds.

Unlike the others, the priestess danced alone on the edge of a steep and dangerous cliff, the howling wind stirring the heavy and intricate decorations on her body, and the metal decorations collided with each other, making a crisp sound different from the sound of heavy musical instruments.

Gradually, the sound of breaking wind was heard in the distance, and huge figures appeared on the peaks around the altar. With a wave of their huge wings, they rested firmly on the mountain, casting their golden gaze on the altar and watching the tiny beings above perform hard to please them.

Suddenly, the dragon closest to the altar suddenly spread its wings and roared with the dragon on the other mountain. Two gigantic creatures clashed over the ritual of offering sacrifices to the Supreme Being.

The performance on the altar was disrupted by the wind carried by the wings, and the strong wind pressure raged on the altar, blowing the painted lanterns. The lanterns were knocked over, the flames of the blown fire fell on the panicked crowd, the colorful clothes of the people were lit, and the roaring fire lit up on the cliffs.

The people who had no time to dodge the flames screamed, screamed on the altar with flames, then pushed each other and rolled together, and finally fell into the invisible abyss in despair, like moths to the fire, and gradually disappeared into the invisible darkness at the bottom of the end.

However, this was only the beginning of the chaos, and the surviving attendants, ignoring the solemn ritual, flocked to the narrow path that left the only way out of the place, scrambling to leave the altar that would be affected by the battle.

"Come back!" The red-haired priest shouted, but her voice was insignificant in the panicked crowd.

So in the chaos, someone in the crowd who was pushing each other screamed, fell into the steep cliff, and crashed into the rugged mountain, leaving a trace of blood extremely red. The chaotic crowd paid no attention to the unlucky guy and still fought for his way out. Then at a certain moment, I don't know who started first, the waiters pushed down the people in front of them with red eyes and fierce eyes......

The priest watched in disbelief, but the roar in her ears that sounded like laughter made her turn in horror. On the mountain peaks around the altar, the huge creatures roared loudly as if they laughed at this strange scene of cannibalism, and the huge sound echoed between the cliffs, even the two dragons who had clashed before.

They turned the chaos they had stirred up as a ritual to please them! It can be seen that they prefer this bloody way of "pleasing people" to the same dance.

Suddenly, on the mountain as high as a spear, a huge lightning suddenly erupted from the dark clouds, illuminating the huge being sitting on the throne.

……

The huge movement at the bottom of the mountain woke up the huge presence on the top of the mountain, and in the dark clouds, she opened her eyes and cast her gaze on the bottom of the mountain. The humans who performed the ritual for her cried out in despair, pushed down the bottomless abyss by their kind, and the dragons who had enjoyed the human sacrifice with her laughed at the scene of cannibalism.

She roared and summoned the lightning dragon, and the bright lightning fell, and the thunder dragon roared in rage, devouring many lives. The dragons, who were still laughing a moment ago, fled in panic, just like the humans they had just watched, and fell into a huge panic.

The thunder dragon that descended from the sky continued to wreak havoc, and some of the blackened dragons were scorched by the thunder dragon, falling from the sky and landing on the sharp peaks. A little golden blood flowed down the rock wall, and the whole impaled dragon struggled for a while, and then the golden eyes darkened, and died weakly.

Or fall into the bottomless abyss, or be completely annihilated in the furious thunder dragon, or hang in the mountains and shed red blood...... The red-haired priest watched in amazement as the High Emissaries had been soaring high in the sky dead. That great being is killing its own creation.

Enraged Brontosaurus swept past her, and a bolt of lightning fell behind her that was indiscriminate to the brontosaurus itself, but absolutely irresistible to them. The chaotic screams stopped abruptly, and the chaotic crowd fell silent in an instant.

The red-haired priest looked back, wordlessly at the empty behind him, and at the black debris that slowly drifted down the air. The Great Being was liquidated with the people who would perform the ritual of sacrifice for her.

I don't know how long it took, but the furious thunder dragon gradually disappeared into the dark clouds. Without a source of illumination, the entire altar was plunged into darkness. The lone priest took off the mask of the dragon's head, and there were some tears on his plain face in the darkness. Even in complete darkness, she could see the dragons hanging among the peaks that might still be dying, perhaps completely lifeless.

Suddenly, a golden light spilled down, the darkness was torn apart, and a pair of golden eyes opened in the dark clouds. The red-haired priest looked up, wordlessly staring at the great being who had appeared. Gradually, her crimson eyes were filled with consternation.

An ominous red glow replaced gold, gradually spilling over the entire altar. The red-haired priest couldn't help but take a step back, subconsciously avoiding the strange red that appeared in his golden eyes.

Somewhere above a peak invisible to all, a huge eagle stood, his eagle boy reflecting the supreme throne where the thunderstorm had been extinguished, silent as he didn't know what he was thinking.

Then he suddenly looked down at the creature that was on all fours, climbing up from the foot of the mountain. Ignoring the creature that was clearly looking for him, he spread his wings and quickly disappeared into the clouds with the wind.

……

"Nono...... Nuo Nuo ......" The faint voice in his ears made Chen Motong, who was in a trance, wake up.

She came back to her senses, and the gold in her eyes gradually disappeared. Wiping the corners of her eyes, she said to Susie, who was worried about her, "I'm fine." ”

"You don't look like you're okay no matter how you look like this." Susie said.

Although it is not in the middle of the battlefield and has the protection of the Frost Castle, it is normal to look at such an inexplicable distraction. And although it was in the sea, the unstoppable sadness in Chen Motong's eyes turned golden was very strange no matter how you looked at it.

Chen Motong shook his head: "It's just that I've fallen into spiritual vision, it's not a big deal." ”

Because of the abnormal activity of the dragon's blood in the body, the half-breed will fall into the spiritual vision of the spirit as when the spirit awakens due to various stimuli. They may see images that they have probably forgotten, but that have been lurking in their subconscious. Or it is composed of dragon texts and the meaning of the picture is unknown.

However, only Chen Motong herself knew that what she saw was not a spiritual vision, but a memory, a memory hidden in her blood, and she didn't know how many years ago.

"Can't you just say what you want to say? I had to tell me in such a mocky way......" she said, propping her head and muttering in a voice that only she heard.

Chen Motong faintly felt that this memory came out of nowhere, perhaps reminding her to pay attention to something. She was no stranger to the red color, and among the dangerous hybrids such as Frost and Percy who had died, as well as the golden boy guarded by the mermaid who chased her before, some strange red flashed from time to time.

And judging from the disgust of Behemoth, who possessed Patsy, it may be something that even the Dragon King would find tricky.

She looked up at a bright, sun-drenched sea. I don't know if it's the residual influence in the memory just now, but above the light, there seems to be a strange layer of blood red.

……

In the gorgeous golden theater, the strange and twisted body of the dragon king flashed back quickly, constantly swinging its hard and sharp claws, constantly colliding with the crimson sword.

Bright sparks flickered between the two, and the compound eyes shone with a golden light, and Caesar looked at Behemoth's red eyes and said, "There is really no sense of accomplishment in fighting such an irrational monster. ”

No one answered him, as he said, Behemoth, who had voluntarily fallen into a rage, had no reason to say anything at the moment. This twisted and crazy look looks like an out-of-control Deadpool. The conflation of the dignified Dragon King with Deadpool is quite ironic no matter how you look at it.

Swinging his sword to repel the beastly Behemoth's attack once more, he thrust his crimson greatsword into the center of the stage once more. The red petals fell again, and he stood in the rain of petals, shouting as if thanking him.

"The drama of revenge has evolved into a drama of fighting beasts, although the latter is equally exciting, but this is not a script I want to participate in, so I will end this show early." As he spoke, he single-handedly held the crimson sword in the center of the stage, "Then, please cheer me on this ending!" ”

There was more applause and cheers from the vacant auditorium, and among the falling petals, Caesar held his sword in both hands, and the flames on the sword exploded to the extreme.

He slashed through his sword like a red comet, and cried out in a loud voice: "Laus Saint Claudius, the virgin Acura!" ”