The walls of the White King's cocoon were burning, and all the flames rose from the flames were the souls of the dragon servants, and he threw away his selfishness at the end to sing the overture to the return of the White King, but how could this not be his selfishness?

Together with the Lord, he spent thousands of years in this dark place of execution. Why didn't the dragon squire think that he could stand behind the White King and witness the scenery of the kingdom when his wings covered the sky and the world was prostrate under his perfect dragon body?

In fact, he has always been very clear that when that "egg" hatches, the greatest value he can exert ---- as the blood of the Black King, the soul of the second generation as the last nourishment, to accelerate the recovery of the sovereign. A soul of sufficient quality can bring the White King closer to the pinnacle of eternity, and as a descendant of the Black King, the death of the Emperor's descendant can be a blade that weakens the curse under the White King's authority.

What a death in line with his wishes, but giving his soul meant breaking away from the cycle of cocooning and saying goodbye to the eternal King.

It's a pity that the dragon is a greedy and strong race after all, and he feels that as a bloodline who can master the spirit, he is calm enough, but he can't help but try other methods, so that when the king returns to the world, he is not gone.

just went around and around, and finally stepped into his own "destiny".

This is good.

I wish Your Majesty good luck.

The spirit of the dragon servant was completely deconstructed under the spiritual fire he had voluntarily ignited, and was completely transformed into sufficient nutrients, the power that escaped was subconsciously absorbed by the cocoon under the effect of the consciousness that had already faded, and the progress of the second hatching was constantly accelerated under the complete sacrifice of a sub-seed.

This loyalty is worthy of admiration, but it is not worth pity, and it is not worth stopping for it.

At the beginning of the ignition of the spiritual fire, Chen Mo overloaded the matrix, the previous torture was not a plain sin, the dragon servant was a little wrong, as the ritual progressed, Chen Mo's spirit was not changing in the direction of the "dragon", but on the long steps of ascending to the gods, it was sublimated to the spirit body of the zero generation, and it must be a god who could accommodate the authority of the gods, squeezing the cocoon of the white king to the extent of stopping the second hatching, and Chen Mo, who had eaten a lot of things, had become half a "god".

In the case of the matrix overload, the alchemy liquid circulating in the complex lines evaporated violently, turned into gas and liquefied again in the cold air, using those silver-blue droplets as pen and ink, the gods drew miracles in the sky above the Arctic Ice Sheet, and those floating droplets in the air were like fireflies in the night sky, forming an extremely complex and perfectly closed loop pattern in the air, from two to three dimensions, the complexity of the runes increased exponentially.

Even if he is only a "half god", the power he can control at this time is far beyond imagination.

The White Emperor, who had entered the end of the second hatching, was already on the verge of awakening, but the thieves were getting more and more aggressive, and the thick cocoon wall was both an obstacle to hatching and a protective layer for the "spirit embryo".

One of the functions of the matrix is to bypass its protection, and when it is burned out, there is nothing left to stop the loss of power and power.

If the threads were drinking from cattle just now, then they are devouring them like crazy at the moment.

As for whether the "people" behind them will be strangled to death, they are just tools, so how can they care?

After some of the spiritual evolutions, the pain caused by the transformation should have been gradually reduced, but this reduction was only a drop in the bucket. Under the influence of overload and cocooning, and the matrix body without "softness", the intensity of the ceremony is like cooking oil on a blazing fire, in the boiling oil pot, Chen Mo suffers mental pain, and the white king bears the actual loss.

The greed and strong desire that were originally the characteristics of dragons were engraved in Chen Mo's bones, and he knew that every minute and every second before the White King's consciousness awakened was precious, so he wanted to squeeze out every minute and every second of it to be worth enough.

Until His awakening.

So instead of the cocoon, the silk thread that wrapped him into a dumpling could no longer steal the slightest bit of power.

Chen Mo knew that he was far from getting it all, but the current White King was no longer the "embryo" that the ritual could do.

The white glow condensed into a vague entity, the intertwined filaments torn from the inside out, and the god broke from the shackles that bound him, and the light behind him formed a pattern of extreme beauty, similar to the runes of alchemy, with a quiet menace.

The light that diffused around him drew closer to his body, and the vague spirit gradually became clear.

No one had ever seen that bright and not dazzling white, his body was graceful and graceful, the power of power was revealed through the sharp claws, the majesty of power erupted from the majestic head horns, the glory of the gift seemed to be revealed in the gaps between the scales, and the golden vertical pupils were as gentle as the river of the Rhine, not as cold as a snake and cat, nor as bloodthirsty and cruel as ordinary dragons, but still high above.

It is probably the most perfect creature in the world today, and in the era of the Black Emperor's reincarnation, he is the true god, he is the throne of the world.

The White King raised his hand, and the threads created by the Matrix vanished in the blink of an eye like late autumn snow seeds, and the burning spiritual fire was suddenly extinguished, leaving only the few fragments of the Dragon's Attendant's spirit, which was covered with a hard shell that contained a message that a Dragon's Attendant had delivered to the Lord before he died.

The fragments floated into his palm, swirling in the air, and the White King closed his eyes, which opened a few seconds later with indescribable complexity.

"Humans?" His voice is soft, sensually feminine, but with extreme indifference and majesty.

"Humans."

"I'm going to ask a few questions." He stated lightly.

"Hmm." Chen Mo was surprisingly obedient, and he needed time to get acquainted with the strength.

"Is this the age of humanity, or the age of blood stealers?"

Chen Mo hesitated for a long time:

"It's hard to judge."

"The four monarchs created by His Majesty are all still alive now?"

"Part of it is still a cocoon."

"How many times have they been killed by you in these 10,000 years?"

"Tens of millions of years ago," Chen Mo looked directly at the white king's golden eyes, "how many powerless humans have the dragon clan killed?" Do you remember? ”

The White King looked back at the "human" in front of him, as if looking for something in his eyes.

"I only thought you were a special kind of blood stealer, like the human named Prometheus from a long time ago, hoping to steal the fire from us."

"Now I know that you don't look like that human, but like those ancient dragons created by His Majesty."

The White King said lightly:

"You're trying to eat me."