At the edge of the giant pit, the space cracks slowly closed in like a black spider web, making a subtle sizzling sound. From time to time, small space fragments peeled off at the edge, and then disappeared in the air.
The air is still filled with the smell of Abyss.
The smell was like sulfur, rotten blood and some unspeakable filth mixed together, it was disgusting.
However, the power of Archdemon has been completely dissipated with the annihilation of the rift, and the remaining aura of Abyss is like a candle in the wind or rootless duckweed, floating in the sky above the battlefield, being dispersed bit by bit by the sunlight.
At the same time.
The coalition soldiers were looking at Red-Iron Dragon standing alone in the sky with somewhat dazed expressions.
"Victory-victorious?"
A young Eastern Alliance soldier whispered.
Immediately, this whisper was like sparks falling into hay, instantly igniting the emotions of the entire audience.
"Victory!"
"We won!"
"Lord of the Northern Frontier! Long live Lord of the Northern Frontier!"
Cheers swept across like a tide, and soldiers from all legions raised their weapons high in salute to the giant dragon in the sky.
Spears, swords, shields, staffs - shining in the sun.
In the sky, Red Emperor lowered its three heads slightly, looking at the boiling crowd below.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two remaining High Demon General made the choice to escape almost at the same moment.
Reaper Demon, now covered in charred black, with its carapace cracked and several limbs broken, is desperately vibrating its broken wings and fleeing westward. Black blood is constantly dripping from its body, dragging a slender trail in the air.
There is also Demon General who was previously encircled and suppressed on the southern front. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the Legendary Realm and Archdemon to block it, he has now broken through the encirclement and fled in the opposite direction.
"Want to run?"
Ancient Blue Dragon sneered, and on the dragon's head protruding from the thundercloud, a pair of vertical pupils flashed with dangerous light.
However, before him, a figure had already flew away.
Boom!
Three-Aspect Crown Rank Varta's figure suddenly disappeared.
The next second, as if teleporting, he had already appeared on the path of Reaper Demon's escape, showing Star-Self Body with three heads and six arms.
Buzz!
His body shook, and two figures were separated from his body.
Varta was divided into three, each exuding a powerful aura belonging to Crown-Rank Legendary. It seemed that all of them were real bodies, and it was difficult to tell the real ones from the fake ones. They punched Reaper Demon from three different angles at the same time.
Boom boom boom!
Shadows are flying.
The shadows of fists poured down like a torrential rain.
Reaper Demon's body was hit back and forth like a rubber ball, its carapace shattered, its body collapsed, and black blood spurted out from the wound. Before it was spilled, it was evaporated by the flames attached to the fists. It made a piercing scream and tried to fight back, but every limb was interrupted as soon as it was lifted up.
Then, it flew out backwards, but was caught up by Varta in the blink of an eye.
At this time, the three figures merged into one again.
Varta had a solemn face, and dozens of giant Star-Self arms emerged from behind, each one hundreds of meters long. They rotated like a ring with him as the center, and were raised at the same time, locking the position where Reaper Demon fell.
Each fist was shining with a dazzling light, as if it was holding a sun.
Sun-Soul Pathway, Radiant Sun Fist!
Roar!
Reaper Demon's roar stopped abruptly as soon as it started. His entire body was shrouded in countless fist shadows. Even with the tenacity of High Demon General's life, he was beaten to ashes without even leaving any residue. Only a wisp of black smoke drifted away and was immediately evaporated by the sun.
Varta closed his fist and stood up. Star-Self Ring behind him slowly stopped spinning but did not dissipate.
Garos noticed this scene and looked back thoughtfully.
This Three-Aspect Crown Rank is indeed worthy of its reputation.
On the other side, Crown of Magic Afra's palm is raised.
The Holy Light Formation that had not dissipated suddenly shrank at this moment and turned into countless chains of holy light, wrapping around the fleeing Demon General's body. The chains cut into its flesh and burned out bursts of white smoke. Then the formation expanded again and enveloped it again.
Demon General struggled wildly in it, hitting the light wall, but every collision left another burn mark on its body.
It has reached the end of its strength.
With a shrill scream, its body was gradually purified by the holy light, disintegrating from the edge, and finally disappeared into thin air.
At this point, all the invading Demon General have died.
But the war is not completely over yet.
"Spellcaster, start purifying!"
The commanders of each legion were the first to come to their senses and issue orders. The cheers gradually subsided and were replaced by orderly business.
Warlocks, priests, and mages walked out of the queue and began to chant incantations. They constructed various spells with sacred attributes or purifying powers.
Holy Light Illumination, Purifying Rain, Holy Nova----
Rays of light rose on the battlefield, dispersing the remaining Abyss aura.
The soldiers also began to clean up the battlefield and clean up the mess.
Some people were responsible for collecting the bodies of their comrades, some collecting scattered weapons, and some helping the wounded move to the rear. The air was filled with the smell of Bloodshed, medicine, and the smell of purified Abyss breath.
But----
Those Legendary Realms, the Crown Ranks standing at the top of the pyramid, did not participate in the aftermath work, and did not take many other actions. Instead, they were ready to fight.
They stood there, looking past the healing space rift and the bottomless pit.
In the end----falling on each other.
The atmosphere started to become a little depressing.
The ordinary soldiers raised their heads and looked at their Legendary Realm in confusion at first. Then, as if they realized something, their expressions became serious. People clenched their weapons and subconsciously moved closer to the camp to which they belonged.
At this time, Red Emperor is hanging in the sky.
His six arms were drooped, the cracks on his scales slowly healed, and the ups and downs of his chest gradually stabilized, but he did not land, he just quietly looked down at the battlefield, and the gazes of the three heads swept around him.
Lamorien was swimming among the thunderclouds, a pair of dragon eyes flickering faintly, and thunder jumping between his scales. From time to time, a bolt of lightning struck down, blasting a black pit on the ground.
The Legendary Realm dragons around him also breathed long and Dragon Might vigorously, and their eyes glanced back and forth at the humans.
Afra stands on the top of the magic tower. The runes on the tower are flowing and have not been extinguished because of the end of the battle with Demon. Instead, they have become more shining.
Beside her, other Southern Domain Crown Rank were waiting.
the other side.
Varta's face was calm, with not much expression visible. Star-Self Ring behind him spun again, with Fate-Flow and Sun-Soul's rays of light intertwined on his body.
Beside him, Eastern Alliance's two Crown Rank stood silently.
The Legendary Realms from all over the world looked subtle at this time.
They had just fought side by side, united as one, and resisted the invasion of Abyss. They had just witnessed each other's strength.
But at this moment----
With the disappearance of Abyssal Rift and the demise of the common enemy, the influence of the covenant is rapidly fading, and the barriers between them are rapidly thickening.
Central Continent.
This vast and fertile land that once belonged to the empire now has no owner.
Who doesn't want to get involved? Who doesn't want to occupy?
No matter which force gets it, its strength will achieve a qualitative leap.
Lord of Thunder's eyes fell on Garos, his eyes dim.
His two blood relatives, Lord of Storms and Lord of Tides, as well as the other Legendary Realm dragons, were all beside him, grinding and sucking their teeth, and the Dragon Might they emitted became increasingly dangerous.
Dark clouds gathered above them, blocking out the sun.
The Legendary Realms of Southern Domain and Eastern Alliance are also slowly moving closer to their respective camps. Behind Afra, the runes of the magic tower begin to rearrange: beside Varta, the swordsman's hand of Crown Rank has already pressed on the hilt of the sword.
No one spoke first.
No one made the first move.
But everyone can see that the battle may be about to break out.
At the same time, the Legendary Realms of Romanian States also spontaneously gathered around, with Red Emperor as the center.
As for Red Emperor, the three heads are turning to different directions.
His eyes first passed over Lamorien, looking at Primordial Dragon's eyes shining with expectation; then he passed over Afra, sensing the caution under her face; and finally passing over Varta, he saw the caution under his resolute face.
Garos is observing.
Crown of Three Aspects, Crown of Magic, and other weak humans Crown Rank and Legendary Realm, none of them are in their prime.
Varta's breathing was short, Afra's robe had many scorch marks, and the others also had injuries of varying degrees - but they were not too depressed either.
The four-party coalition's crusade against Demon Fortress ended quickly.
Legendary Realms still retain considerable power.
Lamorien----
Lord of Thunder's breath is equally strong, thunder is jumping between his scales, and the Legendary Realm dragons around him are also breathing long and Dragon Might strong.
If a war really starts here------
It makes no sense.
Garos made a decision quickly.
Unless there is a need to fight for it, Garos prefers to avoid conflicts and develop silently. His talent and race are destined. As long as he can survive, he will continue to become stronger and surpass himself.
Time is on his side, there is no need to rush.
The most important thing is----
Red Iron Dragon raised his head and looked at the high sky, and could still vaguely see the outlines of Floating City.
Those huge floating cities hang quietly in the clouds, making no sound.
Currently, only one Floating City has fallen.
But this may be just the beginning.
In the future, maybe one day a new Floating City will fall and new cracks will appear.
No one knows whether Atlant will usher in a new disaster.
Although Garos's Dragon Emperor's Alternate Dimension can smooth out the cracks, the forward swing is too long and requires enough time to accumulate powerO
To be on the safe side, it would be better to leave other countries alone first.
If Abyss invades again, at least there will be someone to share the pressure.
Just when the fierce light in Lamorien's eyes was getting stronger and stronger, and when he almost couldn't hold it back anymore, Red Emperor's deep and majestic voice sounded again.
"Demon has retreated and the crack has been smoothed."
All eyes are focused on it.
Red Iron Dragon was at the center of his gaze, his expression unchanged, and he continued, "Central Continent is vast and rich in resources. Even if it is only a quarter of the land, the scale is still far beyond the current territory of any of us."
He paused, and all three heads scanned the surroundings at the same time.
"My proposal is----"
"The four parties govern together and divide it into four Middle-earth. We each get one and develop separately. The richness of this place is enough for all parties to recuperate and grow stronger. There is no need to worry about the lack of resources and the narrow territory."
As he finished speaking, he lifted his fighting stance.
The body of the giant dragon gradually shrank, turning into a normal size of nearly fifty meters. Its majestic posture with three heads and six arms also dissipated, and it returned to the form of an ordinary dragon.
But even so, no one dared to despise him.
The battle just now has proven his strength.
On the human side, Varta and Afra quickly exchanged glances.
They are weighing.
The destructive power displayed by Red Emperor is shocking, and "Immortal Dragon" is extremely difficult to kill. Currently, no one is sure where his limit is.
It would be even harder to deal with him if he teamed up with Lord of Thunder.
Neither Eastern Alliance nor Southern Domain want to be enemies with Red Emperor.
If we can obtain a quarter of Middle-earth without fighting, it will undoubtedly be a huge gain, and we can avoid tragic casualties and preserve our strength to deal with possible subsequent crises.
After all, no one is sure when the next Floating City will fall.
As for the future----
There is no doubt about the power of the dragon.
However, humans also have their own advantages.
Perhaps because life is short, humans cherish limited time. Their development potential and growth rate are never comparable to immortal species. As long as humans are given enough time and space, they can always create miracles.
At this time, Afra nodded slightly and smiled, "What your Majesty Ignas said is not unreasonable."
She raised her head and said, "The Abyss trouble is not over yet. It is not a time for internal strife. It is the best choice for us to share Middle-earth to calm down the war. Southern Domain accepts this proposal."
Varta also spoke slowly, with a loud voice. "Co-governance by the four parties, demarcating boundaries, and mutual non-aggression, Eastern Alliance also accepts this."
Two humans, Crown Rank, expressed their opinions one after another and approved the peaceful partition plan.
As he spoke, the latter dispersed the ring behind his back, and the light of the magic tower beside the former gradually dimmed, turning back into an ordinary tower.
Although the Legendary Realms behind them are still on guard, their hostility has obviously subsided a lot, and they obviously agree that this is the most advantageous option at the moment.
Only----Lamorien is left.
Everyone's eyes fell on the Blue Dragon and swept across the Braketon Kingdom dragons.
Lord of Thunder's face was gloomy.
With him as the center, the surrounding sky was obscured by dark clouds, with countless lightning storms surging through it, and Helmode Dragons flying through it. The scene looked like the end of the world, with lightning reflecting on his face, and the light and darkness were uncertain.
Lord of Thunder looked away from Garos.
He stared at Afra, stared at Varta - and scanned every human Legendary Realm present.
Then, he spoke slowly.
"Haha, how are you going to manage Atlant with these puny insects like you?"
The voice was low, with undisguised contempt.
Everyone's expressions changed slightly and their eyes became serious.
But the next moment, Lamorien suddenly smiled.
The muscles on his dragon's face stretched, revealing a bit of joking, and he changed the topic. "Haha, you might think that I would say this, and then you would be nervous, defensive, and start preparing for a fight--right?"
He shook his head and his tone became casual.
"But I'm not a stupid dragon."
"I just played a game with Demon. There is no need to fight with you again. Four points Middle-earth, okay, I have no objection. Just don't give me the poorest piece."
The leaders reached a preliminary verbal agreement.
Specific territorial division, boundary demarcation, resource allocation and other complicated matters naturally require detailed follow-up consultations. They cannot be decided in an instant and require dedicated personnel to be negotiated slowly.
However, these are things that will happen later.
Each kingdom has corresponding personnel who are good at handling matters in this area.
The dust has settled for now.
Red Emperor glanced at the deep pit, the dragon's wings fluttered slightly, and returned in the direction of Northern Frontier.
At the same time, in the other direction.
Lord of Thunder flapped its wings and turned its body.
With his back to everyone, the casual look on his face disappeared without a trace, and his eyes became extremely gloomy, full of violence and anger.
Cooperate with humans----divide the continent equally----
What a shame----
But this only lasted for a moment, and was quickly covered up by his drooped eyelids. When he raised his head again, his face had regained its composure, and there was no trace of happiness or anger.
"Let's go."
He said lightly, flapped his wings and flew in the other direction. Lord of Storms and Lord of Tides looked at each other and followed silently.