The sky in Ryugu has always been gloomy, like the twilight of the end of the twilight.

How many years has there been no real starlight or dawn in Dragon Valley?

Hundreds of thousands of years? Millions of years? Based on the speed of time in Dragon Valley, tens of millions of years?

Nobody knows.

Dragons are a race forgotten in the course of time, and humans only know that dragon bloodlines represent the ultimate in violence.

No dragon knows.

The dragon souls in the Dragon Valley are just wandering in a muddy way, and they have lost the right to remember the time.

Several living dragons outside Dragon Valley didn't know either.

They are either confused, or tired, or chasing after the glory of the past, and they have no time to count the years.

Perhaps, God knows?

The gods must have known and recorded how the gods defeated the rebellious people.

But God doesn't specifically tell this length of time to those who need to know, it's just a conversation after dinner.

The fallen dragon is no longer a formidable violent, just a bunch of pathetic bones that anyone can step up and tomp on.

So, how many years?

How long has it been since the dragon never flew to the shining starlight, soared over the brilliant sea of stars, and waved its claws at the stronger?

No one answered, no dragon answered.

There is nothing left, only the emptiness and loneliness of the long past.

"Roaring !!!"

All that's left is the dragon's groan!

No one needs to answer, and there is no need for a dragon to answer.

Just roar!

Dragons don't need to be remembered or remembered, they have carved themselves deeply in the river of time.

Just soar!

Dragons, who don't need dragons to keep their sanity, only indulge in violence and combat.

Just fly to the starlight that is raised in the distance!

They only yearn for a wider world and a more beautiful starlight!

There is no need for remembrance, no need for lingering and long-term affection!

There is no need to be buried!

They didn't care about bones and bodies!

Just charge with the starlight that is thrown!

"You dare!"

The colorful monsters on the ground with their heads held high were finally no longer silent.

The opening was not a dragon groan, but a question filled with panic and anger.

Perhaps the anger of being despised by humans? Or is it the horror of the disobedience of the subjects?

No one answered, no dragon answered.

Only the starlight that is getting closer and closer, and the dragon groaning that is getting higher and higher.

Monster? Ryujin? Leader? Co-master?

It doesn't matter!

The tradition of the dragon clan, the identity of the challenged person is good! He just needs to be strong!

Charge at the stronger, just wave your claws at the stronger!

It is the shining starlight, the horn of the angels to destroy the world, and the banner of the knight's charge.

At the moment when the dragon flame gushed out in the monster's mouth, it fell with a bang!

The ground was neatly sliced open, and Long Yan scattered left and right.

It was as if heaven and earth were at the beginning of their division, and the light was suddenly revealed.

It's really light, blue starlight.

But it was only a riding spear.

Just a shot, illusory and blue-glowing riding gun.

But it's followed by thousands of horses!

Water, fire, earth, wind, mountains, light, darkness, seven dragons whose body sizes were far larger than the other dragon souls were the first to arrive.

Not for worship, for usurpation and fighting!

It's like a war, a ritual.

A supreme war, a coronation ceremony!

The colorful halo marched in a frenzied roar, composing the bloodshed and grandeur of the war;

The seven-colored dragon soul was biting fiercely between the dances, praising the cruelty and solemnity of the ceremony;

The endless colors soared and chanted to the fullest, interpreting the fury and courage of the dragons.

"Roar!!

Until the golden dragon burst into the battlefield like a meteorite, bringing up a sky of blood and scales;

The silver beast recites ancient dragon poems, dominating the pervasive elements and streamers.

They are also dragons, mighty dragons, proud dragons, warlike dragons......

A living dragon!

"Stars!"

Until the yellow fog in the sky dissipates, only the stars remain!

The tip of the spear pierces the long night, the blazing light shines in the sky, and the moment the stardust gathers, the knight leads the stars!

Every time a meteor fell, a dragon's groan sounded, and it continued to charge with life and anger!

Meteors are like rain, and the Dragon Valley, which has been lonely for countless years, is not quiet, and a fierce and long-term war song is played!

There is a dragon chanting to tell it and sing, and the starlight in the sky and the white bones everywhere are its stage.

"Here comes the knife!"

There is a golden light that comes across time.

The golden-armored man screamed and dissipated in it.

It is the dragon slaying knife that has not been found for a long time in the Martial Soul Hall and the soul beast.

Not surprisingly, how could a false dragon head allow it to fall into the hands of the rebels?

It is not the true head of the dragons, nor is it the god who really subdues the violent race with his fists.

It's just a fake, it doesn't have that kind of confidence, it doesn't have that kind of domineering, and it doesn't know the traditions of the dragons.

It can only rely on camouflaged scales and colors to proclaim its existence, and it can only rely on the nobility of the so-called bloodline to subdue the restless dragon soul.

Even if it's crazier, it's not weaker.

It still needs to rely on the so-called magic knife to maintain its self-confidence and maintain its status.

But, does it work?

The magic knife is used to punish and restrain the clansmen who make mistakes, but the current scene, is it a mistake?

"Idiot!"

The deep voice was like thunder, full of mockery and disappointment.

The mountain-like dragon's brown scales fell off, and blood flowed like a stream, but he still waved his long tail at the so-called magic knife.

Nothing worked, not even the sharpness of a normal sword.

"The coronation ceremony is not under the jurisdiction of the magic sword!"

The wind brought words, answering the doubts and doubts in the eyes of the colorful fakes.

And that moment of distraction and doubt makes it retreat and makes it panic.

The bloodline has not suppressed the dragon soul, the magic sword has not punished the rebellion, and the identity will only attract anger.

There's nothing left of it.

There is nothing but panic and fear.

Even though it still has power and madness, it has already ushered in the end of its defeat.

The golden dragon's long claws pierced through the colorful scales, and the pale silver giant dragon wings slashed across the frightened head.

The end of the song is over, and the play ends.

Then comes an even more frantic second act!

The dragons rushed towards the new king standing on the corpse of the old king!

The crown is something approved by the dragons, not by inheritance!

The meteor is still falling, and there is no distinction between friend and foe.

She is just a witness.

Until the dragons are exhausted, they all bow down.

"Hahahahaha......haha

There was no longer a dragon roar in the Dragon Valley, only the bowed dragon soul and the sudden wild laughter.

The ground where the bones were shattered suddenly glowed.

Dreamlike colorful light.

Accompanied by laughter that resounded through the world.

There is no condescension in laughter, only domineering and unquestionable.

The star-studded sky suddenly fluctuated violently, and a large, illusory dragon head poked out.

He was black, black with a sparkle of colorful stars in the starlight.

"My son and daughter, you are very good."

His eyes hung down to the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King with their heads held high.

"Oh, it looks like two daughters. Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"In the future, the dragon clan will be handed over to you."

Then the stars were reflected in his gaze, and the knights were reflected.

"Long time no see."

Contemplation flashed in the dragon's eyes.

"It seems like there's nothing to say, and you seem to know exactly what you're going to do here."

"yes, that's clear." The knight stretched out his hand and withdrew the stars.

"Holy Blood Liberation, White Flower Blood."

Like a blood-stained spear falling to the ground, countless white flowers bloomed on the barren land.

Then it gradually dyed red, with the gradual solidification of the dragon's body.

The dragon god looked at the many dragon souls who were looking up at him.

There is no hatred, no grievance, no incomprehension.

Only fanaticism, only fighting spirit, like the dragon clan waiting for an order to charge countless years ago!

"Roaring ——!!"

It seems to be roaring, it seems to be roaring.

The sonic boom of the Dragon Valley.

Drove more dragon groans!

"My honor! We're chasing! ”

The dragon is calling, screaming.

Long Wei is mighty!

"My legacy!"

The dragon is shouting!

The shadow of the dragon hovers.

"My Destiny!"

The dragon is shouting!

The dragon soul flies.

"My legend!"

The dragon is shouting!

The pride of the dragons is shouting!

"My journey!"

The dragon is shouting!

The dragon soul is shouting!

"My Guardian!"

The dragon soul is shouting!

It was the last voice that belonged to the dragons.

That was the last cry of the dragons.

"We're back—"

Ryugu is collapsing.

Dragons Dance.

The heavens and the earth are trembling, the planets are trembling!

……

Wars are never justified, and it is never up to those who start them to decide when to stop.

The same is true of the Star Luo Empire's declaration of war.

It will not be changed by the death of the emperor who declared war, it will only drag the already chaotic empire mercilessly.

Dragging his ally Heaven Dou Empire, dragging the dregs of the old era to death.

The Xingluo Plain outside Xingluo City.

It was originally a vast farmland, and it was the strength of the Star Luo Empire to compete with the Heaven Dou Empire with a smaller land area.

But now it's not.

It is a battlefield.

Just like its owner, no matter how strong and iron-blooded he is, it is impossible to be an enemy of Camelot in another era.

It can only passively change its fate, from a production base to a boundless battlefield.

Countless armies, soul masters fought on this night.

On the Xingluo city wall, it was the newly elected Xingluo Emperor Dai Tianling.

He was originally a side branch of the White Tiger family, and theoretically, the Star Luo Throne should have no chance with him for the rest of his life.

But the main vein of the White Tiger is dead.

died in the palace, Dai Mubai executed a group, and only he, a branch who still had a little talent, pretended to be crazy and stupid.

Then he became an emperor inexplicably.

The emperor of the dying country.

At least that's what Dai Tianling felt, and he tried to communicate with Camelot.

It's a pity that Camelot didn't pay attention to him, it was you Xingluo who declared war, and it was you Xingluo who wanted to stop the war, is the war a joke?

He asked for help from the Martial Spirit Palace.

Wuhun Palace's reply was that he was preparing for the Ontology Sect and had no time.

He informed the Ontology Sect in accordance with the covenant, and the Ontology Sect sent a bunch of soul masters.

A group of soul masters with old-time ideas.

The soul master is supreme, the family is supreme, and the bloodline is supreme. This is something that this group of soul masters has been talking about all year round, they hate Camelot and are hostile to paladins.

even rejected the soul guide, thinking that the soul master should rely on soul skills and himself, and relying on external objects is not the right way after all.

It's quite pedantic.

'If it weren't for the fact that soul masters really couldn't lack soul beasts, I'm afraid they would even be hostile to soul beasts. ’

Dai Tianling thought so.

Then he looked at the flames outside the city and listened to the endless fighting.

With a self-deprecating smile on his face.

'It's not as ridiculous as I am, the king of the dead country. ’

"Shall we escape, flee to the Ontology Sect, and flee to other continents, I heard that your Star Luo Empire has built a big ship out of nowhere, and is still trying to communicate with other continents?"

A whisper of fear sounded beside him.

When I turned my head, I saw another person who had become the king of the dead country.

- Avalanche.

Next to him was Xuexing, who was already in a wheelchair.

He is really the king of the dead country, because the Heaven Dou Empire is gone.

"Let's see, that ship won't fit many people."

Dai Tianling said this, but his eyes looked out of the city.

'Escape, where can you escape, it is better to flee to hell, believing that there is no Camelot in hell. ’

In the vast night sky, a huge war beast floats.

But it didn't participate in the war, it just floated, staring at the battlefield below.

On the airship, Yang Wushu and Niu Gao clasped their hands to their chests, and under their hideous helmets, they looked indifferently at the battle below.

There's really no need to meddle.

Xu is traditional, people on the mainland are always accustomed to soldier against soldier, general against general, soul master against soul master.

Or maybe it's a surplus?

The last war is over, so it is better to make this war a real war so that it can be recorded in history.

The paladins below are flying, the soul beasts are roaring, and the soul guides are shining.

"But I always feel that there is still something missing?"

A dull voice came from under Niu Gao's hideous helmet.

Yang Wudi didn't reply, he knew what Niu Gao was talking about.

In Camelone's parlance, it's a bit of an epic missing.

"Here we are."

Yang Wushu suddenly raised his head, and the lack of epic sense came.

The heavens and the earth suddenly shook, and everyone on the battlefield, on the city walls, and on the airships, began to shake.

Only Yang Wushu and Niu Gao stood firmly, watching the great changes in the sky.

There was suddenly a multicolored sphere there.

It seems to be the moon, and it seems to be another world.

Everyone began to look up.

"Is it the Divine Realm?" Niu Gao asked.

"I don't know, but it looks like it." The spear appeared in Yang Wuving's hand, and nine soul rings shone behind his head.

"Is the divine realm going to intervene?" Niu Gao let go of his chest-hugging hands, and the sword and shield appeared in both hands.

"I'm ......" Yang Wudi suddenly paused.

There seemed to be a voice coming from the sky.

It's getting closer.

"Roar——!!!

It's a dragon's groan.

Yang Wushu has heard it.

Before the next dragon roar sounded, the dragon that covered the sky and the sun had already flown over the battlefield.

Dragons are faster than sounds.

It was a black dragon with colorful starlight shining on its scales.

It flew towards the multicolored sphere in the air.

Like a charge, like a return.

It's followed by an endless horde of dragons!

Like firelight, like a shooting star.

Like rain, like weaving.

They are all flying towards that colorful other world!

Where is the hometown of the dragons?

Is it Dragon Valley? Is it Douluo Xing?

Yes and no.

Their true belonging is the divine realm, the sea of stars!

……

The dragon valley dissipated like this.

The strange little plane was gone.

Only the gold and silver dragons who were imprisoned in place were left, and the two newly crowned dragon heads were left.

Another small plane was left behind.

A small plane full of dragon eggs.

There are also three Divine Cores.

Time, space, stars.

But these three Divine Cores are actually gone, and they disappear with the disappearance of the knight.

Click......

There was a cracking sound.

A young red dragon broke through the eggshell and limped to Gu Yuena's side.

It's so coolly written, it makes me laugh at myself!