The battle between the true gods was won and lost, and the bell echoed on Livixid, and the dust had already settled.

The battle below had long since ended, and half of the cyan dragon that tried to sneak up on the legion was charred black, and half of its body was gnawed and mutilated, and it had lost its life.

The dragons flying in the sky couldn't even comprehend what had just happened, but the light was so dazzling that they couldn't take their eyes off it, and then when they regained their sight, the dragon king had disappeared before their eyes.

The phantom of the graduated disc beneath Darzyberg disappeared, and the curtain of shadows slowly fell.

He sighed heavily, and looked at the dragons who were suddenly hostile, but afraid to move forward because of fear, and calmly faced their resentful gazes.

When the "dragon of wisdom" Hrabergan led some of the dragons willing to follow him out of the "city of miracles" that was beginning to crumble, the surviving dragons erupted in unwilling rage.

Even if they were sluggish, most of the survivors had already reacted, and it was because of something that had happened in the city that for a moment their king would look back with anger.

It's the betrayer.

Betrayers who should have their wings cut off, their fangs pulled out, their eyes gouged out, their claws cut off!

The dragons' curses were a series of high-pitched roars, but none of them dared to stop him—Hrabergen was Anglewed's servant, and the most powerful dragon except the Nightmare Dragon.

For many mythical creatures full of wildness, strength is authority, and the simplest truth is from birth to death.

And human beings are inherently weak, and in the past, human beings were at the bottom of the entire food chain, enslaved by intelligent races, and eaten by races with needs.

To this day, the dragons have seen the gods who have come out of the human world.

They watched as the gray-blue dragon figure flew forward, shrinking and shrinking, until it finally turned into a hooded and long-bearded old man, bowing respectfully in front of Darriberg.

With the body of a man, the courtesy of a man, and the god of man.

The white-bearded old man bowed his body, not caring about the scolding and curses of his fellow clansmen, as if he was deaf: "I have been saved by your stray, and I pray to you, please do not reproach the rudeness of the people, they know nothing......"

Darzyberg stared at Herabergen in silence for several seconds.

This silence and stalemate made the dragons' angry roars gradually quiet down, some of them flapping their wings in the air, exhaling flames, thunder, or frost vigorously, as if they were about to burst into attack at any moment, while others slowly retreated to the periphery, looking like they were already retreating, and only thinking about escaping.

Darriberg bowed slightly, but his voice rang out between the two men: "I will forgive their injustice, and remember their sins no more." ”*

The old man's body obviously relaxed, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "I will deal with the follow-up as soon as possible, and ask the Lord to entrust this matter to me, I will bear what should be carried and follow what should be followed." ”

"As soon as possible."

Darzyborg's tone was calm, but Herabergen's body trembled slightly for a moment, especially when he noticed that the curtain of shadows was rolling and turning into the figure of another person, and he visibly lowered his head: "I will, praise you for your kindness. ”

Sasriel walked up to Herabergen: "It's okay, I'll stay here to monitor the situation, they won't have a chance to rebel against your decision." ”

During the battle a few months earlier, Herabergen had seen the power of the true god, which was the key reason for him to betray the "dragon of utopia" and surrender to the emerging sun god and become his follower.

Other dragons may not feel it deeply, but as a "wise" power, Herabergen can feel the shadow of his great fear from this one, quite close to the oppression caused by the pollution of the earth.

From that moment on, Herabergen wondered if the Dragon King had a chance of winning.

This direct attack on Leviside yielded a very satisfying result for Dariberg, who received the extraordinary power of the target plan from the Dragon King and achieved his original goal.

The War Legion was very rewarding, and they assisted the shadow dragon unleashed by Sasriel, successfully intercepting two other dragons of different attributes, and even after the nod of Dariberg, they added a new grazing spirit to the team.

Although there were more wounded, but this time no one left their lives behind, the "law" and "chaos" cooperated with each other, coupled with the most acute intuition and guidance of "fate", and the entanglement with several dragons on the ground was always thrilling.

If Medici hadn't been spiritually overdepleted and had been carried away directly from a coma, perhaps this would have been a more satisfying ending.

The only thing that makes Dariborg a little regretful is that the "Nightmare Dragon" Al Suhod has quietly fled first, I don't know if he was instructed by Anglewed, or if he sensed in advance that the situation might change, Al Suhod did not leave any trace in the wreckage of Levihid.

The city didn't last long, and the power that sustained it in the air waned, so the entire dragon city slowly sank to the ground, and then slammed into its own shadow, the base crumbling into pieces because it couldn't bear the weight, and eventually the city was torn apart.

Herabergen sighed heavily as he looked in the direction in which Darzyberg and the lowly humans had left.

Sasriel stood beside him, looking around at the dragons' hateful gaze, his expression calm.

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Hearing the news of the return of the Lord and the War Legion, Osecus reverently drew a cross on his chest and prayed for a moment for his followers like himself, sincerely hoping that they would soon get well and not be bothered by the wounds left over from the war.

After praying, Osecus happily took the new scrolls in his arms and quickly left his bedroom, which also served as a study, to report to the Lord on the progress and situation that had taken place during this time.

But as he reached the door, he paused and walked to the box with the eggs.

The egg covered in the black veil had not responded, and Osecus observed for a moment, then fastened the lid of the box, and held the box in his arms, hurrying to see the Lord.

Ulorius stood again outside the door of Dariberg's prayer room, and knew who it was when he heard hurried footsteps in the hallway.

"Good afternoon, Ulorius! Is the Lord in it? ”

Ulorius's eyes slowly opened, as if he sensed something in Ostacus, some vague but gentle light.

But Ulorius couldn't see it clearly, and only responded lightly: "Good afternoon, Osecus." Yes, the Lord hath commanded thou shalt go in. ”

Ulorius knocked twice on the door, then pushed open the double door carved with the cross on it, and closed it again after Osecus walked in with a big smile.

Darzyberg was sitting on a bench in the front row, his head hanging and clutching the cross on his chest.

Hearing the movement by the door, he didn't stand up, but just turned around. As Darzyberg looked at the boy as he approached, he also saw the pile of things in Osecus's arms.

This gave a little subtlety to the warm smile on Dariberg's face, but he disguised it well: "Osecus, don't push yourself too hard. ”

Osecus looked up proudly after bowing: "It is my honor to do my part for the Lord!" ”

"Okay, let's leave it here." Darzyberg smiled and sighed, noticing that Osecus had brought something else, "You brought that egg here?" It hasn't hatched yet. ”

Osecus carefully put the contents of his arms down, then bent down and handed the box to Darzyborg: "I don't know how to help it hatch, but it hasn't moved......"

Dariberg took the wooden box and opened the lid, the black gauze tightly covered the silver-white egg: "It's okay, I'm not blaming you, you did a good job." ”

Osaikus's face flushed when he heard the praise, and his eyes lit up with excitement, and after signaling Osecus to leave, Dariberg began to move, gradually unwrapping the black veil left by Amanis.

The silver-white egg was still cold, but when Dariberg placed it in the palm of his hand, he could clearly feel a slight throbbing inside it, as if there was a heart pumping blood and beating to keep it alive.

It was a strange feeling, for Darriberg knew that mythical creatures could not be judged by human ideas, but he could not help but think in this direction, and his slightly rough fingertips ran across the outside of the eggshell, but wherever he touched it, a little silver light escaped, and the wheel-like symbol on it lit up and went out.

Dariberg suddenly came up with an idea, and then he analyzed the current situation, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter had a certain feasibility.

There was another instinct that made him think that he would succeed in doing so.

Darzyberg spread the silver egg in his left hand, his right hand hanging above it, and as his fingers opened and closed, the round phantom with a twelve-grid scale appeared out of thin air, and all the symbols lit up in turn.

"Bell!"

The bell rang softly and lightly, but it sounded more like a bell.

Darzyberg smiled and saw the silver eggshell make a soft "click" sound, and several cracks appeared on the outside.

The wheel-shaped symbol rotates slowly, sometimes with laurel-colored dots of light and sometimes with silver waves.

"Smack!"

The eggshell was blown to pieces, and the golden sunlight passed through Dariberg's eyes, and the escaping power was instantly snuffed out and dissipated.

Darzyberg stared at the lark who was staggering and trying to stand up: "Zoya. ”

The lark raised his head and blinked his faint, almost colorless eyes, and Darzyberg could see in them an irrepressible sense of surprise.

The lark opened its mouth, still buzzing: "What do you look like...... Much kinder than I perceived. ”

Darriberg didn't hold back, and laughed out loud at this moment when he should have been very serious and solemn to welcome Zoya's breaking of the shell.

*Hebrews 8:12