Realizing that the Greystone Islands would be ruled by the dragons in front of them, and that the human principalities would not be spared, the warrior monks who had not yet realized their ideals surrendered decisively.

For the warrior monks, as long as they can build their ideal monastery, they are loyal to humans or dragons.

"Good, open your mind."

The warrior monk hesitated for a moment, then let go of his psychic defenses.

Rumble!

As if thousands of thunderbolts fell, shattering the heart, the warrior monk's gaze became dazed, and the soul slave imprint was seared into the warrior monk's heart.

Immediately, the dragon lowered its eyes, stared at it, and swept the battlefield condescendingly.

Rumble!

The power of the rolling dragon burst out like a tsunami, brushing past the human legions that were fighting the monster legions.

The elite warriors belonging to the human legion were devoured by lightning, even if many of them were professionals who had stepped into the transcendent path, they were still inevitably greatly affected, and their hearts were shrouded by the terrifying and terrifying dragon figures, and their movements became stiff and slow, on the contrary, the monsters were greatly demoralized, roaring and roaring excitedly.

Under the elimination of the other, the human legion, which was originally evenly matched, collapsed in the blink of an eye, and the blood of the killed was like a river.

"Give up resistance and submit to my will! Bow down to me and praise my prestige, Dilong! ”

The roar of the dragon pierced into the heart, and the dragon's might rolled, surging in waves.

There were also a large number of remaining soldiers whose bodies trembled, who could no longer hold their weapons, threw away their armor, gave up resistance, and muttered the Emperor Dragon Honorable in their mouths.

Some of the warriors were tough-willed, or rather, they were brainwashed by the principality's authorities more successfully, although they were affected by the dragon and fell into fear, but they did not give up resistance, and chose their lives to defend the glory of the warriors, and then they were quickly torn apart by the monster army, and the wreckage was thrown into the sea of surging waves, staining the sea red.

A moment later.

With the death of the last stubborn resistant, the war, which had not been going on for long, came to an end.

The dependents cleaned up the mess, and the golden dragon hung high in the air, staring calmly.

His massive body obscured the daylight, casting vast shadows that enveloped the monsters below.

Suddenly.

The sea bulged and exploded.

A golden figure accompanied by countless broken water droplets, broke through the sea and soared into the sky.

A pair of golden wings, monster-like limbs, and a humanoid face. This is a griffon knight in a combined state.

His body was stained with water, his wings waved up against the air, his mouth shouted and roared, and his eyes were bloodshot with bloodshot.

Noticed the mad griffin knight.

Sachar's expression didn't change, just a faint glance.

The knight was dying, and there was no threat.

Under Sachar's calm and indifferent gaze, the griffin knight's wings swung more and more slowly, and the aura around his body gradually weakened, and finally, when he was only a hundred meters away from Sachar, his wings completely stopped waving, and then his body turned into a knight and a griffin again in a pale light.

Unlike in his previous heyday, the knight was gray-haired, his hard face was covered with ravine-like wrinkles, and the Jinling griffin was also dying and decrepit, and the breath of life was like a candle in the wind.

Poof!

The knight and griffin plunged into the ocean at about the same time, and then their tiny figures were swallowed up by the hustle and bustle of the waves.

The golden dragon withdrew his gaze, turned his head, and looked at the sky.

The corners of his mouth were hooked, and a bright smile appeared on the dragon's face, and Saga said unhurriedly:

"Are you ready for my arrival?"

Rumble!

Invisible gravitational waves swept by, and there were many points in the sky that rippled unnaturally with twisting waves, as if something had shattered.

Meanwhile.

The island of West Asia, the principality of mankind, in the palace of the royal family.

The high-ranking officials of the principality, who gathered together to follow the movement of the war through the eyes of the law, stopped at the dragon's back and smiled.

They were silent, staring at each other, and the scene fell into a deathly silence, and the atmosphere was close to frozen.

A few minutes later, someone said with difficulty:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the dragon is fierce, what should we do next?"

Without waiting for these principality nobles to discuss, suddenly, there was a huge commotion in the human principality.

Call!

The floating clouds, the flowing wind, and the daylight were all torn to pieces by a pair of golden-colored wings, and the golden dragon's wings waved, as if a streamer was approaching from afar, silently, but without a shading form, and appeared in the airspace of the human principality in the blink of an eye.

One after another, the rows of buildings were suddenly shrouded in inexplicable shadows.

Some people who were shopping, lounging, or working noticed the sudden extension of the shadows, and subconsciously raised their heads.

Then, the sacred and majestic golden dragon came into view.

Quiescence.

First there was a deathly silence.

After just a few seconds, I don't know who screamed first, and then the riot spread like a plague, and the principality, which was not very populous and the city was not large, fell into a panic.

"Dragon! It's a dragon! ”

"Oh my God, it's a living dragon."

"What a majestic and beautiful beast."

"Gods, bless you."

"Why are there dragons here?"

“.”

The reactions varied.

The limestone archipelago is home to dragons.

The people of the Duchy of Humanity have always known this, but the vast majority of ordinary people have never seen dragons in their short lives.

Under normal circumstances, the high forces of the principality would not allow a single dragon to travel through their country's airspace at will.

Sachar didn't use Dragonway.

But just the appearance of a true dragon is enough to make many ordinary people fall into fear and make a country riot.

A few minutes later.

The easternmost side of the island of West Asia.

From top to bottom, a large number of magnificent buildings stand against the sea against the slopes of high cliffs, and at the highest point, the rows of palaces are far more magnificent and quaint than the others, close to each other, and the palace complex with the shape of the top of the pointed tower, is the core of the power of the human principality, the royal family of Ruth.

Whoa!

The waves kept washing at the bottom of the other side of the cliff, and there was the sound of the waves surging endlessly.

In normal times, there are always many noble ladies or young masters who live in the palace of Russ leaning on the exquisite gilded windows, listening to the sound of the sea breeze blowing and the waves of the sea, and then looking at the vast sea and moaning without disease.

But now.

Nearly all the creatures in Ruth's palace.

From the king who holds the authority of the state, down to the servants who are responsible for the cleaning of the palace, and even the various pet animals raised by the nobles, they react in the same way as their masters.

All of them were silent.

The prosaic but almost suffocating dragon power pervades the place, and it is everywhere.

At the same time, inside the King's Palace.

A large number of guards, nobles, including Ruth XIII, who sat on the throne, all showed frightened eyes, and there was no peace as before.

And the source of their horror, which had plunged the entire palace complex into dead silence, was now reflected in their vision.

On the delicate carpet in the middle of the king's hall, a golden beast was entrenched at this time.

He had a cascading inlay of golden dragon scales with a texture like diamonds, and the three pairs of dragon horns on the top of his head were particularly strange, with a perfectly fitting crown in the middle, and some sunlight projected through the gilded windows and fell on the dragon's body, adding a glorious majesty to it.

The dragon's gaze was calm.

Although he was in the middle of many spear-wielding guards, he was as calm as if he was in his own dragon's lair, ignoring the guards around him.

Since it is entrenched on the ground in a comfortable position, the height is about the same level as the king on the steps.

Sachar was looking at Ruth XIII.

However, it was obviously a level-headed gesture, but in the king's senses, the other party seemed to be condescending, as if a real king was scanning his courtiers, and he was just an insignificant ant in the eyes of the other party.

Sachar's gaze flickered, and his gaze passed over the visibly frightened king sitting on the throne, and landed on the two figures behind the king.

One on the left and one on the right, two sculptural guards were silent, even in the power of the dragon.

"The will is like steel, and the only thing in his mind is the idea of loyalty to the king, and the high-ranking warrior who respects the king's orders."

How can a king who is not very strong in extraordinary strength control a general who is stronger than himself?

In addition to the intangible influence of hereditary authority, the royal family also has its own heritage, such as the powerful dead men who have been cultivated since childhood, who are loyal only to the royal family and the king.

There were more than two high-ranking dead men guarding behind the king.

The faces around were full of vigilance, and the royal guards and court mages who surrounded Saga in the middle were all elites without exception, at least at the middle level.

Unfortunately, these are still just a rabble in the eyes of Zachar today.

After shaking his head, causing a nervousness among the guards, Zachar's gaze fell on the king again.

The king of this principality, Ruth XIII, was a warrior of the sixth order.

Although he was a warrior, he had never experienced a fight, and although the king was a little old, his skin was smooth, his face was rich, and his palms were white, and there was not a single scar on them.

Such a half-hung sixth-order warrior, Saga could be killed by leapfrogging when he was still a third-order young dragon, and it didn't take much effort, let alone now.

Facing Saga directly, under the gaze of the real dragon as a substance, majestic and powerful.

The king tried to keep his composure and make his expression look majestic, but the quivering lips betrayed the fear in his heart.

After considering the words, the king did his best to keep his voice from trembling.

"Mighty dragon, I know why you came, as the losing side, according to the war treaty drawn up by the High Council, I am willing to pay reparations."

The High Parliament is not just a member of the Empire.

This is a huge organization formed by the union of many empires as the core, plus a large number of kingdoms, principalities, independent city-states and other forces, and its main responsibility is to mediate disputes between countries and many cumbersome affairs, but the status of the empire is the highest in it, and the nature is somewhat similar to the United Nations in Zachar's previous life.

The king's words of weakness were not finished.

Sachar's eyes were sharp, and he looked directly into the king's eyes, and directly interrupted his words in a strong gesture, and said in a deep voice:

"In Ling, I saw weakness and incompetence, mediocrity and short-sightedness, and I was thinking about why a small principality would do something offensive to Long Wei, but after seeing you, I understood why."

The king's breath was slightly suffocated, and he was submissive under the dragon's might.

Sagar's face was calm, and he slowly straightened up, causing a commotion among the guards around him.

A large number of guards aimed their weapons at the golden dragon, but none of them dared to stab at the other party, even if the opponent was now relaxed and did not look a little defensive.

"I don't like the twists and turns of suggestive dialogue."

"Now, let me get to the point."

After a pause, the dragon looked at the king condescendingly, and said calmly: "Come and kneel before me, declare your allegiance to me, and become my vassal, I can forgive your disrespect, ignore your weakness and incompetence, and let you continue to be king." ”

Sachar himself was not interested in becoming emperor.

He asked his dependents to call himself His Majesty and proclaimed himself Emperor Long, but he had no intention of becoming an emperor, it was just a symbol, representing the highest status.

To really be an emperor and create an empire is tantamount to asking for trouble.

Zachar's goal is to return infinite power to himself, not to form factions.

But Sachar also needs a certain amount of power, which can satisfy his desire to drive other creatures to be kings and dominates, and can improve his quality of life, and he does not need to do everything himself.

In this regard, he chose to do not be the emperor, but to make the emperor-like existence loyal and submit to him.

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar around.

A sixth-level guard captain couldn't help but roar angrily:

"You're so rampant! This is the country of mankind! ”

Boom!

The dragon's tail rose and fell, slamming into the guard's body faster than all the beings present reacted to, and as soon as the other party's words fell, it turned into a puddle of minced flesh mixed with bone and squeezed by the twisted metal armor.

Fierceness came to the face.

Dead silence once again enveloped the palace.

"All of your lives are in my thoughts."

"If I want, I can wipe your entire country from the world."

The golden dragon's voice was flat, and he said calmly in a tone of narration, but there seemed to be a storm building up under this calm.

"Choose, King."

There was no expression on Zachar's visor, and his awe-inspiring gaze once again shrouded the king.

The king glanced out of the corner of his eye at the two statue-like dead soldiers, and then took a few deep breaths, revealing a hesitant gaze.

Ultimately.

Not wanting to give up the comfort of his life as a king, he chose to give up the idea of ordering the high-ranking dead men and guards to fight the dragon to the death.

The body trembled slightly and stood up.

Under the gaze of many eyes, the king walked down the steps step by step.

"King! You shouldn't! ”

"Surrender to a dragon, and the glory of the Ruth royal family will cease to exist!"

A nobleman shouted with a resolute expression.

The king smiled bitterly and said, "The royal family of Ruth itself is no longer there, what is the use of glorifying?" ”

"It shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be like this."

The nobleman muttered a whisper and slammed into the palace pillar, then his body convulsed and fell to the ground, gradually losing his breath, and the blood stained the solemn pillar.

Throughout the process, Saga is indifferent and unmoved, as if he is an outsider audience.

"Ugh."

With a sigh, the king shook his head and continued down the stairs.

"We should live and die with the royal family, not live in secret!"

"If the evil dragon dares to destroy the country, the other countries in the council will not sit idly by!"

"Instead of surrendering, it's better to pull it to the funeral together!"

Boom!

Some nobles, who could not bear to see the king humiliated, advised themselves to kill themselves, but the king did not stop for this.

He fell step by step, almost every step with the lives of the royal nobles, until he came to the dragon.

The king bowed his head and said:

"Mighty dragon, I am willing to sacrifice my loyalty, and from now on I am at your command, please do not harm the people of my country, they will not pose a threat to you."

Before committing suicide, some nobles said that if the dragon destroyed the country, it would be on the wanted list of many human countries, so that the king would not submit.

Only, how could the king not understand this?

He could choose to die rather than obey.

However, some of the other nobles who chose to be silent and watched coldly, their own blood relatives, there were always those who were happy to be emperors, emperors under a dragon and above ten thousand people.

Although this principality is small, there are many battles and intrigues in it.

The king did not want to lose his current position.

Glory?

Although weak and incompetent, the king knew deep down that his country had no glory at all, and for the weak, this was an absolute luxury, and the weak country was no exception.

The dragon reached out a sharp finger and pointed it at the king's head.

"It is also a kind of courage to be able to put down your dignity and become a servant, and you have made the right choice."

After a pause, Sagar looked down at the king, grinned, and said, "You have saved all the people of this island, and if they know how to be grateful, they should thank you from the bottom of their hearts." ”

Hearing the dragon's words, the king was slightly stunned.

Deep down, because the guilt of being a traitor suddenly diminished a lot.

Yes, I chose to give in to save my people, I am a wise king! He thought.

"Thank you all the more for your kindness and mercy." The king whispered at the same time.

"Submit to me, fulfill my commands, and don't let me down, no matter how weak and incompetent you may be, the king's place will be yours."

Sachar said slowly.

He only needs the other party to be loyal to him and obey his orders.

As for the rest, such as how other high-ranking nobles saw themselves, and how the ordinary people of the country saw themselves, Sachar didn't care.

How could a true dragon care about the opinion of the ants?

He only needs to surrender, whether the other party is out of fear or loyalty.

At the same time, the king, who had realized who his biggest supporter was, nodded heavily.

"I prostrate under your dragon wings, willingly." He said.

The dragon's hooked toes glowed with psionic brilliance, and then effortlessly invaded the king's heart, planting a spiritual slave seal.

Soon after, the human people of the island of West Asia saw the dragon flying away.

The ordinary people of this small principality did not know that their own king had become a servant of the dragon, and they were only amazed at the majesty and power of the dragon.

As for the high-ranking nobles who know the truth and know that the ruler of this country has actually become a dragon, they have divided the territory and wealth of the nobles who died by themselves, and continue to live their old lives, and they have little willingness to resist.

Of course, not all nobles who have not judged themselves are willing to live in the shadow of the dragon, and resistance is inevitable.

However, once such rebels are discovered, in order to maintain their dominance, the king will directly order the arrest himself, and burn them at the stake without even a trial.

(End of chapter)