After hundreds of years of research, the Celestials finally developed their own technology, and through the great mechanical revolution, they succeeded in killing Bakar (in fact, by the adventurers who traveled over 500 years later), and the tyranny of Bakar in the Celestial Realm that lasted for 500 years also came to an end.

Bakar's death left behind a powerful resentment that caused the Celestial Continent to collapse into several landmasses, forming what is now Eaton, Gnospis, and Lawless.

And these areas are also frequent wars all year round, just like the city in the sky, in order to prevent the people on the Arad continent from being ignorant to prevent them from entering the heavenly realm and obtain advanced weapons, send Seghart to garrison.

And just after Sen Lei finished speaking, Kazan and Hades suddenly felt that an extremely powerful force of will was tearing apart this space.

"What's going on?" Cazan shouted.

Hell was also frowning at the moment, feeling the vibration of space.

Then I only heard a movement on Sen Lei's right hand arm.

"Lord Bakar!

Sen Lei looked down and found that his right arm was shining brightly at the moment.

............

"Bakar, you will be the most special being in the world!"

I've thought so since I was a child.

In this murky universe, all living things are as filthy and inferior as vomit coming out of its stomach. Maybe I'm the only one who is different, as a dragon, I'm a war-loving by nature, and I also have absolute strength. Sometimes, I really want to ask, is there no other guy in the whole world who can look at me except me?

Anyway, all I've met so far are vile creatures who despise their own lives. In my opinion, even a life as small as dust may have the power to change the entire world, but if he forgets his own power, he can only be forgotten by this world.

Because of such life, the value of their existence is not even comparable to the food scraps of maggots. And the destruction of this chaotic life is the right given to me by this world. They must be cruel and merciless, because it is only when they perish that their lives are most meaningful.

There are a few guys out there who are a little bit stronger than this garbage, but they're no threat to me either. Because I'm strong enough, I'm the strongest of the dragons who tremble when most creatures hear it.

It's been a long time since I've met an opponent, so long that I've lost track of time. I have become the leader of the entire dragon clan, and they must all obey my commands.

I am known as the immortal Dragon Blaster.

My people surrender to my pride and self-confidence, and they look up to the King who is high in their hearts. But the funny thing is that I get tired of it day by day, as if there is nothing worth pursuing in my life anymore. Even though they tried every way to compliment me, I no longer felt the slightest bit of excitement. Without a strong opponent, even fighting loses its meaning.

I feel like my enthusiasm is withering......

"Long live the Dragon King!"

I can always hear such shouts in my ears, but day after day only makes me feel numb and sometimes even bored.

"Shut up all of them. I shouted wildly in my heart, but the crowd cheered high. fresh

"Long live the Dragon King!" "Long live!"

......

Dozens of civilians were killed today, a little more than yesterday.

If you want to say the reason, it's not because of anger, it's not because it's fun, it's not just for venting, it's just ...... It seems that it is only when I am killing that I can truly feel that I am alive.

I know that those who surrender to me now are all pretending, and they must be waiting in their hearts for the day when I will be old and infirm. At that time, they will reveal the claws they have secretly sharpened and pull me down from the throne of this dragon king. I think that with all the pain they have endured for so many years, they will definitely want to tear my head off my neck and hang it on the torture rack and walk through the streets, so that everyone can spit on and humiliate me, maybe for another ten years......

Hehe, that's a happy ending to my life, isn't it...... That's what I was born for? To satisfy people who want to spit on my head?

Hahahaha......

It seems that it was during this empty day that she appeared.

There was a sense of déjà vu that lingered on that woman's body, very similar to mine, and it was a strange feeling......

She also has a pair of strange eyes, which seem to be ready to cry at any moment, but they are also terrifying, as if she has seen everything in this world.

The woman didn't say anything, but I realized I had to follow her. My instincts told me that where she was going, there would be a future for me. The most meaningful moment of my life may be there – no, it should be there for me.

"Herder", that's her name.

It's a pity that she seems to know me well.

I wanted to introduce myself formally......

"My name is Bakar. ”

This is the Demon Realm? It's an interesting place.

As a small fragment of a planet floating in extradimensional space, there is no light here, only a long, cold darkness.

Sometimes, though, there are exceptions. When the Demon Realm floats near the planets of the solar system, the sunlight finally shines in as the distance from the sun closes. The zigzag light is refracted into seven colors, reflecting brilliant colors in the sky. At this time, the Demon Realm is more fascinating than any other planet in the universe. Perhaps, for this world that has been shrouded in darkness all year round, it can be regarded as a little compensation.

Whenever these seven colors of sunlight illuminate the Demon Realm, I like to soar freely in the air and fly to every corner of this Demon Realm. When the whole world is under my feet, the feeling of looking down on it will make my numb heart feel refreshed.

Contrary to the beauty of the seven-colored light, it reflects an ugly world: crumbling and decaying buildings, with piles of nameless corpses staggering about, rotting among the flying mosquitoes. The mess of blood on the walls may be the last traces of those corpses in this world.

Oh, alas, the value of life is not measured by how much blood has been shed. It may be a heroic sacrifice, but it doesn't really mean anything. Even under these seven colors of light, their blood is still bright red and does not turn into seven colors......

But despite this, in all corners of the universe, there are still all kinds of strange-looking creatures, pouring into the demon world one after another, fighting to the death for a false name. Those stupid guys won't understand that their lives don't make their lives any more valuable, whether they live or die in a duel. Looking at the corpses on the ground whose names they don't even know is actually the best proof of this......