"Boom ——!!!"

The terrifying grinding sound echoed in the air, echoing in Kibril's ears, powerful enough to shatter the entrails of the orc's muscular body, but it was just the movement of the dragonlord known as the end dragon.

The towering mountains were constantly moving, staggering and topping, turning into creatures-like shapes.

Below the mountains, there are huge waves that are lifted up by the mountains, but which are rapidly falling under the influence of gravity.

The waves roared, roared, rose from the ground, and swept towards the surroundings.

They squeezed one after another, expanding the already deep strait again, rolling up countless gray dust.

But compared to the huge body, these upside-down waves were too slender, too small, and they shattered at the touch of a button, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into plain white sprays and fell into the deep ravine beneath the dragon.

The light cast from the sky was obscured, leaving only darkness as far as the eye could see.

It was the body of a dragon that covered the sky and the sun.

This is the first dragon spirit species born from the remains of the god seed who opened the world, inheriting the power of the other party, and the strongest dragon king.

The Finale, Khatirem.

It was not that Gybril had not hunted dragon spirits, and she had also met several times with Yanlong, who was also a dragon king, but compared to the body that made the sky darken, the two dragon kings were not at the same level at all.

She also finally realized why the Final Dragon had been considered by other races in the past to be a strong enough to be on a par with Lord Artexiu.

Once upon a time, she felt that this kind of pitiful thought was only the imbecile race that failed to truly understand how strong Artexiu was, in order to save their self-esteem, and only to lift things up that were not worthy of their name.

Now, Gypril understands the origin of this statement.

It wasn't because those races didn't have vision, but because the dragon king in front of them had surpassed the level they could understand, and the aura that escaped from this huge body, Gybril realized that even the god race couldn't hurt the other party.

When the other party doesn't take the initiative to attack, but you can't even break the defense, there is no point in arguing about who is stronger between the God of War and the Final Dragon, because they are not even qualified to judge.

This desperate gap makes the so-called Sixteen Races more like a small fish and shrimp to set off the dragon king and the god of war.

Roland stood, his eyes like an ancient well, undisturbed, the wind swept through him with an icy breath, and the power of distorting the time and space around him continued to permeate, but none of these could blow the waves in his eyes.

He didn't show any surprise at Khatirem's strength, and he didn't have any consciousness of declaring war just now.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, because the little Jeep's words are very interesting, so I talked to her for a while."

Although it was still some distance from the valley just now, it was nothing compared to the huge body of Hatirem.

And the same is true of Hatirem, whose breath is surprisingly peaceful, in contrast to its massive size, lazily moving its huge dragon's eye and staring at Gybriel.

"It doesn't matter, it's been a long time since I've seen such glorious wings, it's really worth marveling, in my eternal life, I actually have the opportunity to see the wings of trouble, it seems that the empty god has not changed at all."

But that unwitting arrogance still angered Gybril, and although she was not loyal to Artexiu, she had always had a similar opinion, believing that sooner or later she would have to pull Artexiu off the throne, but this was not the same thing as Artexiu being despised for him.

Especially since the other party is still an embarrassed loser, it is because of Altexiu's mercy that he survived.

With a smile that was so distorted with anger, Jibril tried his best to suppress the urge to release the power he had accumulated over the past few days again, and said angrily.

"I don't see any unnecessary annoyance other than the reptile in front of me saying words that I can't understand."

"Oh?"

Khatirem's voice was filled with visceral amazement, his eyes beaming with joy, and then the space began to shake.

"I see, did you blur all the existence around you so quickly?"

The dragon king, whose laughter was enough to make the space shake, said with certainty, and even the old language before began to become the human language that Roland was familiar with.

"Little Feather Wing, your shining light is enough to move me, if it makes you unhappy, I apologize to you, but I will not take back my words, facts, facts."

"Artexiu's emptiness comes from its concept, as a god, he is destined to be bound by this shackle, compared to which the sword-wielding imp is much more emotionally rich."

Hatirem stared at Gypril, his eyes like an intellectual old pedant observing some incredible phenomenon.

"However, judging from the way you are dyed, this empty name, he must have taken it off in the future."

"Communicating with lizards is really an unsolvable problem,"

Hearing this, Gybril's smile grew brighter.

"I'm really looking forward to the tragic situation of you being eaten by the collapse of the power before you are defeated."

Hatirem understood what Gypril meant.

"That is, Feather, do you think you've found a way to break me?"

"Of course," Gypril smiled confidently without fear, "the dragon spirit species is powerful because it exceeds the limits of common sense, but after seeing through this trick, you who don't know the limit can't escape the fate of self-destruction." ”

The essence of the dragon spirit species is the reflection of time and space, and as for the body, it is just a container for the time and space that is closed.

But because of this, if the scales are penetrated, as long as a little force is injected into the container, it will be infinitely magnified, and finally cause its own destruction.

"Although I can't do it, with the power of Roland's lordship, without the cover of deception, I will definitely win."

After saying this, a comfortable touch suddenly came from Gypril's head.

Roland, who was still in high spirits just now, rubbed Gypril's head, a little funny.

"Although I am very grateful for your confidence in me, and the outcome of the victory is indeed predestined, the process of the crusade is completely wrong."

"Huh?"

Gypril was stunned, looking at Roland with some puzzlement.

"You are not wrong about the secret of the dragon spirit species, even in the face of other dragon spirit species, including the only remaining dragon king, this idea is not useless, but it is not possible to deal with Hatirem."

"When you fight, you will study as a weakling, but once you win, it is easy to get carried away, and it is also your weakness to look down on others."

Roland explained in a gentle voice, "The essence of this method is to destroy itself after being violently destroyed by an uncontrollable force, but if Hatirem was really just a person like other dragon spirits, wouldn't it have died at the hands of Artexiu a long time ago?" ”

Artexiu had defeated the final dragon, this is an iron fact, and combined with the nature of the dragon essence, Artexiu's defeat cannot just break the scales of Hatirem and then stop, he must be satisfied after confirming that he can smash the body as a container and leave the wound behind.

And let the power of the god of war echo in the container, even the body of the final dragon will definitely not be able to escape the fate of destruction.

"But since it didn't perish, doesn't it mean ......"

The look of embarrassment on Gybriel's face was replaced by surprise, and she stopped talking.

Roland leisurely added the young girl's unfinished words.

"It can be closed for a much longer time than ordinary dragon spirits, and even this matter is active for Hatirem, because it is likely to be able to bring the moment of its birth and even the moment of death into its control."

"A keen eye."

Khatirem acknowledged this in a cheerful voice.

This means that even if it suffers an attack that will actually hurt itself, it will not self-destruct like other dragon spirit species, even if it encounters a situation like a siege by the god species, when the enemy exhausts all his strength to break through all his defenses, he will have to face his real second health bar, if he does not destroy it before this, the previous efforts will be in vain.

This is the reason why Hatirem can be called the strongest, he doesn't need to use the dragon to make up for the weakness of the dragon spirit race to be afraid of siege like other dragon kings.

In addition to being truly the strongest, it is invincible.

The unforgiving truth made Gibril feel indignation and fear, but before they could spread, they became indescribable in Roland's words.

"It's not your fault, little Jeep, you're thinking the right way, it's just that you're limited by conditions and vision, and you can't find the elements that can work around. Give us the same conditions, and I don't doubt that you will win, which is very proud. ”

Obviously he is the one who really wants to face the final dragon, but he is still in the mood to comfort himself, if you talk about arrogance, Lord Roland is not less than himself, right?

Gypril chewed on the words repeatedly, but did not refute Roland, but savored the wonderful sensation in her heart, and the excitement in her eyes became more and more strange, and finally, she just obediently folded her wings and landed behind Roland.

Unpredictable changes......

Looking at Kibril, who had gradually run all the way since he broke away from the setting of the Winged Species, and even began to get rid of the shackles of fate, Hatirem smiled happily, and then looked at Roland, who was also looking over.

"Welcome, O unknown in search of the Lost Soul, I have been waiting for you here for fifteen thousand years."

"Future vision is really a relieu," Roland sighed and shrugged, "So, the reason why you were let go by Altexiu is the same?" ”

"That's right," Hatirem let out a heavy breath, "Dragon spirits are able to see the future to a certain extent, and generally speaking, the more relevant they are, the clearer the future, so we don't have much desire for this big battle. ”

As a dragon in charge of time, eternal life, the dragon spirit can basically predict when the fate of their death will come.

Time cannot escape the web of fate, and because of its nature, Khatirem knows this better than any other of his kind.

The reason why it chose to participate in the great war was not because it wanted to resist or conform, but simply because it wanted to witness.

As the strongest dragon, it wants to understand what the strongest is, just like Artexiu.

Therefore, after knowing that he would be defeated by Artexiu, Hatirem took the initiative to step into the whirlpool of fate, and was willing to get what he wanted.

"When I sensed that the fate of what should have been destined for death would fluctuate after fifteen thousand years, I begged Artexiu to spare my life."

Khatirem said calmly: "In the logic of continuous time, there can be people who transcend time and space, and for our existence, this kind of transformation is like a miracle sent by heaven, and it is necessary to taste it. ”

"Out of compassion for the weak, and curiosity about the other world, Artexiu also granted my request."

"So, what is your purpose?"

Roland raised his own questions.

"It's up to you." Harleytim said warmly, "After changing my fate, the fate I am waiting for is here, only the unpredictable you, can also lead my fate to an unpredictable end, this one-time experience, is really curious." ”

Hatirem didn't lie, he didn't even resist when he faced his fate, so that Artexiu could control his strength, and the aftermath only destroyed the mountain that was originally located here, otherwise the movement between the two would not be so small.

"Really? But my answer is still not going to change, you are a strong man who will get in my way, and you are a pawn that I must get along the way. ”

Roland said without hesitation, "So, I'm going to kill you." ”

"Hahaha——!" After a brief moment of astonishment, Khatirem laughed and raised his head and raised his wings. "It's my rudeness, how can a warrior who is trying to control time and the universe stop advancing?"

"Since you are on the battlefield, fighting is the only truth."

Time and space began to distort, and Hatirem's huge body rose rapidly, and like the Celestial Wings, it was a little difficult to push such a huge weight, even its wings that seemed to cover the world.

By fixing their own coordinates and rejecting time and space to move, it is the usual way of dragon essences.

When a strong man like Hatirem moved, the space and time around him were spontaneously torn apart and distorted.

"Be careful, though! Overmatch! What you are facing is no longer the fateful Hatirem of the past! Compared to the original me, the fifteen thousand years of time that have been waiting for you have indeed turned into my strength! ”

The world roared wildly, the ocean beneath their feet boiling, the sky falling apart in the burning, and even the void could not withstand such a great force, bursting out one crack after another.

Khatirem roared.

"See for yourself the posture of the strongest dragon that has evolved!"

Such a familiar scene reminded Roland of Enqidu, who was once known as the Lock of Heaven, and the scene at this moment was the same as the posture of the other party when he liberated the treasure.

Then, in Roland's excited eyes, Hatirem spat out the prelude to war in obscure language.

Immeasurable, unpredictable, majestic aetheric magic emanated from his body.

"Smash it——!"

With a simple word, an invisible storm rose from the ground and awakened the breath of the planet.

The next moment, all the things in the world spontaneously flocked to Roland, swallowing him into the light that was enough to shake the times, and disappeared without a trace.

(End of chapter)