The boundary wall between the Dragon's Tomb and reality is shattered, leaking everywhere, and the huge matrix on the ice welcomes his master.

The dragon-leaning spirit and the human-leaning spirit slowly merged after absorbing all the light, and connected to the huge matrix.

Chen Mo floated slowly, his senses gradually merged into the vast ocean of elements, and the countless runes were his thousands of troops, singing with a silent rhythm at the unknown interface, as grand as a wave, silent as a mountain rock.

He stared at the pale deity in front of him, the king's white soul was entangled in pure black thorns, and the thorns were covered with vicious barbs, which were immortal curses, such a curse could easily curse the next generation or even the incomplete first dragon king, but it was not enough for the gods.

The white light around the gods was as bright and dark as breathing, but it was slowly expanding, the thorns getting tighter and tighter, and the pain caused by the barbs was visibly increasing, but the mutilated "judgment" could not prevent the gods from returning.

His second incubation was delayed due to the suppression of the copper pillar, but the ice sea copper pillar was incomplete, it could not stop the resurrection of the White King, and the hatching would be completed after all.

But for now, at least, He is still an egg.

A huge number of elements are formed by the operation of the runes, and each filament is the result of the alchemist's brains, those behind the careful planning and plundering of power, each with enormous human and material resources, and working around the clock for their purposes.

These elaborate threads emerged from the elemental void and stretched toward the beautiful, great deity, and froze faintly as they approached the edge of pale brilliance, as if in awe of the majesty of the light, prostrate at the sin of stealing.

Chen Mo looked coldly at the silk threads that had stopped, of course this kind of channel would not have its own consciousness, it was just an incompatibility with the matrix originally used for the first generation in the face of the "gods" above the transcendence.

Although he made corrections to the matrix beforehand, problems still arose.

So he raised his hand slightly, and as his soul thought, a hundred meters away, those silver-cyan liquids seemed to be active, and they diverted on the ice by themselves, like the attendants of gods, in this realm, Chen Mo, who had thousands of runes and infinite elements as tentacles, was like a god.

The god of stealing.

In Greek mythology, Hermes was the protector of thieves and the god of stealing.

In alchemy, the warlock made the "triple great Hermes" the god of alchemy, and the half-bloods believed him to be the creator of alchemy among the dragons.

The greed in the hearts of the silk threads that permeated the glow overwhelmed the guilt, and they greedily surrounded the soul of the White King, and at the same time, the beginning of the silk thread wrapped Chen Mo into a cocoon with the same urgency, and power immediately flowed from the king's body to the thief in the cocoon.

Boundless pain crashed into it like a wave.

How can a lowly soul contain the authority of the gods?

The power and power that flows are incomparably sweet, and those who have tasted it can't do without it anymore.

It's just that power and fate are the same snobbery, the same preference, the same discrimination.

For the so-called "unqualified", they don't even bother to give a glance.

The stolen authority was rampaging in Chen Mo's soul, the heavy burden seemed to be able to flatten the spirit, and there was an unbearable tearing sensation everywhere in the spirit, as if it was about to be crushed by something that had just arrived.

Chen Mo's whole spirit was trembling, this was the real pain to the soul, almost making him lose control of the matrix.

After all, he carried it, so will the spirit also be numb?

The madman who didn't care about the answer once again drove a rune, so a completely different pain came again, gradually shattering the spirit body and transforming it in the direction of adapting to the dragon king's authority.

In the midst of the continuous torture, Chen Mo must also maintain absolute sobriety to ensure that the ritual is carried out.

It's just that he's smirking.

I don't know if it's against the resurrected White King, the monarch on the dark side of the world, or those of the same kind who hide behind the scenes and manipulate the world.

In the near-eternal pain of the senses of time, the spiritual authority of the zero generation species is constantly being stolen, stolen by small humans.

"This should be the heart of the real dragon king, the mystery of the dragon, the scheming of the dragon, the self-knowledge of mankind, and the forbearance of mankind." The boy in a small black dress and tie stared out of the porthole, where there was only sea water and suffocating darkness, but the boy's golden eyes seemed to be able to see something, and he sighed softly at the repertoire that only he could see.

The blonde girl stood silently aside, wearing a well-fitting but somewhat inconsistent blue-black navy uniform, I am afraid that the entire Russian Navy could not find a military uniform small enough to fit her figure, but in one word called "specially customized", at the same time, the sense of disobedience was also diluted by the nihilistic temperament that permeated her surroundings, giving people more impression or pleasing to the eye.

"How long are we left to reach our goal?"

"It's less than an hour, but based on what happened before, it could be a lot later." The girl immediately replied.

"Nothing can stop us, it's just that things have come to this point, and that guy shouldn't be able to sit still." He smiled happily, turned his head and touched the petite girl's head, it was soft, very smooth, and it felt surprisingly good, and the boy sighed, as if he was worried about something as small as the girl's height, and as if he was thinking about something as big as a dragon war.

"Do you think that person will be our ally?"

The coldness of the girl's voice and the coldness of her words fit very well:

"Dragons have no allies in war, that's what you taught me."

"You've learned a lot about that." The boy waved his arms happily, and then confided in distress: "It's just that my brother is still asleep, and I can't kill them all in my half-dead condition." ”

He laughed thiefly: "Even if you can't kill them all, you must not cheapen that ghost thing, and the thing that claims to be a god is embarrassed to come out and show off the market." ”

..........

As power and power continue to be withdrawn, the pale god's slowly growing speed is constantly sliding towards the zero boundary, and when he truly leaves from the sublimation of the second hatching, the cocoon that is about to break through will be silent again, and the curse from the Black Emperor will only take advantage of the fire to rob and gain inches, so that he will continue to weaken in this place of execution.

The fall of the White King thousands of years ago seems to be repeating itself today.

A third group of souls tore through the outer walls of the ritual and squeezed in, resolute and sad.

The dragon servant did not have the authority of a god and the power of a king, and it was impossible for him to survive independently from the body like the White King, nor could he support the existence of the spirit with a huge matrix like Chen Mo, because the matrix engraved on the palace by him had been destroyed by a quarter of that heart.

The spirit was burning with light and flames, and it was beautiful.

"This is my last hole card, everything I did before was because of my own selfishness, and I didn't want to open it."

"But the king's resurrection has met you monster." There was a fatalistic sadness in the voice of the dragon attendant: "It is said that the black emperor can see fate, and perhaps the curse he gave to my king also carries the punishment of fate. ”

"But I won't allow the king to fall."

The flame of light on his body burned violently, and he slammed headlong into the White King's cocoon, which was bound by thorns.

His final taunt came from the sea of elemental rays.

"When a human gives up his body, and even his spirit is transformed into a dragon to contain authority, are you a human or a dragon?"

Chen Mo calmly watched as the light flame of the dragon servant burned through the thorns and turned into the firewood hatched by the White King, and muttered in a low voice:

"Who cares?"