Endless Sea, Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm"Moon? Nausir's moon seems to be broken?"
A Silver Dragon looked up at the sky with a stunned look on its face.
Not just this Silver Dragon, but all Metal Dragon who noticed this scene couldn't help but raise their heads and look to the sky.
That's Elven Moon from Nausir.
Before many dragons were born, it was already hanging in that high, cold space.
It exudes a bright light, sometimes even brighter than the real moon. It has illuminated countless nights and illuminated the growth of countless dragons.
All the dragons know that it is a weapon.
A weapon powerful enough to severely damage Immortal Realm.
But over a long period of time, they have already become accustomed to its existence, just like they are accustomed to the wind, the rain, and the rise and fall of the tide.
But now, it's broken.
"It's broken, it's really broken."
"The existence that can destroy this moon----at least it is Saint Realm."
"Orotara's war intensity has escalated again.
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The dragons were talking a lot.
What does Shatter of Elven Moon mean? The war that happened in the Orotara Continent is about to end, or will the level of chaos in this world further increase, and the storm will become more violent?
No one can give a definite answer.
In the midst of this noisy discussion.
Tear!
The sky was torn apart again.
A huge crack appeared in the sky, as if an invisible giant hand tore a hole in the sky from the middle.
A giant dragon emerged from it.
His whole body was glowing with shining golden light, like the scorching sun, Dragon Might brilliant, overwhelming, making the surrounding space stagnant.
But.
When he broke into the sight of many Metal Dragon, after the initial surprise, everyone quickly became accustomed to it.
"Gabriel, it's your father, he's here again."
One Brass Dragon poked the Gold Dragon next to it with its wings.
At this moment, Gabriel is located on a hill.
He raised his head and looked at the shining dragon hanging in the sky. Around him, there were several young Metal Dragon gathered together. At this time, they all stopped chatting and looked up.
"Look, we just said that Red Emperor Pale Star must be Metal Dragon, with the noble blood of Gold Dragon flowing in his body."
"Look at his current appearance, who dares to say he is Chromatic Dragon or Ferrous Dragon?"
Metal Dragons said.
Hearing this, Gabriel looked suspicious.
He is not as sure as other Metal Dragon.
In fact, there has always been some controversy in the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm regarding the bloodline of Father Long, but in the end, he just blinked and said nothing.
After all, his Dragon Father not only could come in and out of the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm at will, he was also favored by Silver Dragon King.
Moreover, at this moment, the dragon father's whole body was shining with golden light. Not even the slightest sense of majesty and ferocity belonging to Evil Dragon was gone. Instead, there was a noble, sacred, lofty and majestic temperament.
The Gold Dragon King from the Radiant Dragon Realm may be nothing more than that in terms of majesty.
"But why did father come this time?"
Gabriel murmured, with a bit of confusion in his tone.
He remembered the previous visits of Father Long.
The first time, it is said that Orotara Continent killed a Giant King and also provoked Saint Realm.
The second time, I captured a Destiny Rank level Ancient Chromium Dragon alive.
Every time there was a lot of commotion, causing the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm dragons to talk a lot.
What about this time?
suddenly.
He raised his head, looked at the broken Elven Moon, and then looked at the shining dragon hanging in the sky. His eyes shifted back and forth between the two, and his upper and lower jaws gradually opened wide.
The father was involved in the war that led to Elven Moon Shatter?
he thought to himself.
There was no way, just as the moon shattered, the shining dragon burst through the sky.
This time is too delicate.
the other side.
Garos took a deep breath, and his lungs expanded, contracted, and expanded again.
The brilliance of his body surface gradually became introverted, and the scorching light covering his whole body gradually faded away, revealing the solid scales underneath.
The feeling of weakness after Shining Form ended.
"I can't be resurrected as many times as before. After all, I feel less safe."
He felt his own state and thought to himself.
In fact, in Garos's current state, if an enemy can defeat him to this extent, even if the previous resurrection mechanism can be used a few more times, it will not change the result.
And now he at least has room to resist, and may even kill the target.
This is much better than before.
However, dragons are always a little greedy, and Garos is no exception.
You are not satisfied when you should be satisfied, and you want more when you should be satisfied.
"Maybe it can mutate or evolve a new resurrection mechanism in the future, and Shining Dragon Jade will remain unchanged."
Garos wants this and that in his heart, thinking of getting the best of both worlds.
At this moment, the whisper of Silver Dragon King came to his ears.
"You seem to have caused a lot of trouble again, come on."
The tone was a little helpless.
Garos was not polite. He waved his wings, raised his body, and flew towards the airspace of the Dragon Realm. His target was Cold Sacred Spring. This was not the first time he had been to this place, and he was already familiar with it.
In addition, including Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm and Five Great Dragon Realms, there are special protective barriers.
They not only play a defensive role at the physical level, but also set up numerous obstacles at the spatial level.
It is difficult for outsiders to accurately locate the location inside the Dragon Realm on a spatial level, nor can they directly tear apart the space and enter.
Therefore, every time Garos comes to the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm, it can only tear apart the space to reach the outside of the Dragon Realm, and then fly in, but cannot go straight to the inside.
And it's not just Dragon Realm.
Among Nausir and Holden Empire, the more important cities also have similar space blockades to prevent enemies from using space spells to carry out surprise attacks during wars.
Just after flying not far away, a call came from behind.
"Father!"
Gabriel caught up from behind, beating the air hard with its wings.
After Garos stopped, Gold Dragon flew around him in a circle, filled with admiration and wonder in the light.
"Father, what you looked like just now - was really shocking."
Gabriel said in a sincere tone, "The noble gold, the sacred glow, the majesty is inviolable. I even feel that even if the Gold Dragon King from the Radiant Dragon Realm comes in person, it is nothing more than that."
"The whole Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm is talking about your heroic appearance."
There was a hint of pride in his tone.
Red Iron Dragon glanced at him and said bluntly, "What do you want to say? Save the compliments for later. I don't have time to chat now.
2. He knows his heir very well.
When he ran in front of me, he definitely didn't just want to praise himself. He definitely had other purposes.
Gabriel chuckled twice and did not deny it.
He slid sideways, swung his body deftly, and stopped in front of his father, and then quickly moved closer with a shy face.
"I just want to ask, what happened just now?"
He secretly glanced at the shattered moon in the sky, and then quickly looked back, "Nausir's moon was shattered. I'm afraid the entire Bernardo intelligent race has seen this scene, right? You happened to be here again----"
"This timing is too coincidental."
Red Iron Dragon flaps its wings lightly, flying forward neither fast nor slow.
Gabriel Seeing that his father did not refuse, he felt happy and became bolder.
He flew sideways and said, "I am determined to be Dragon King. I have to have something that I can use."
"It would be too embarrassing if we learned about it later than others."
"You know, the dragons here are always curious about what's happening outside, especially the big things. As the future Dragon King, I can't be ignorant of major world changes. It would be shameful if I didn't know anything about it."
"If I could bring back some exclusive latest news from you----"
"You are really promising."
Garos interrupted him and said.
Gold Dragon was not annoyed, he smiled and said shamelessly, "Father, didn't I learn this from you?"
He adjusted his flying posture to make himself look more sincere. "If you want to be Dragon King, you can't rely solely on fighting and killing."
"Prestige, image, connections--which one doesn't require management?"
"Although I'm not as good as you, I still have to learn a little bit, right?"
Garos glanced sideways at Gold Dragon but said nothing.
I don't have such a shameless look.
He thought in his heart.
Gold Dragon coughed dryly and changed the subject wisely. "Anyway, father, just tell me briefly, what happened? How did the moon break? You must know something, just tell me."
He looked at Red Iron Dragon longingly.
Under Gold Dragon's expectant gaze, Garos finally spoke.
"In Imperial War of Orotara, Divine Avatar has arrived."
He said it lightly.
And Gold Dragon's pupils suddenly shrank.
Divine Avatar?
He opened his mouth, forgot to flap his wings, and his body sank suddenly in mid-air. Then he quickly came to his senses and flapped his wings several times to stabilize his body.
This is big news.
Gabriel listened attentively.
"Deity, who Kantum Empire believed in, used the body of the fallen Saint Realm as a container to descend his incarnation."
Red Iron Dragon said calmly, "The incarnation destroyed Nausir's Elven Moon."
So that's it.
The moon was shattered by the incarnation of the god.
Gold Dragon swallowed and said, "The incarnation of God came and Elven Moon was destroyed. Doesn't this mean that Nausir was completely defeated?"
"This is not good news."
The Orcs do not engage in production, but live by looting, and frequently offer sacrifices to Deity.
Wherever they pass, they will be like locusts passing through, completely squeezing the resources in the territory, and almost no grass will grow. If they defeat Nausir, after Orc have finished causing trouble to Orotara, they will definitely continue to conquer other places.
Then, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes fell on Red Iron Dragon again.
"Father, I remember that you are on the Nausir camp for justice and order."
"Divine Avatar is coming, Elven Moon Shatter, did you see that the situation was not good, so you ran away----so you temporarily avoided the edge and retreated to the Dragon Realm?"
Red Iron Dragon shook his head slightly.
"Elven Moon is broken, but Divine Avatar of Cantum has also fallen. The foundation of faith is cracked. It is impossible to say who wins or loses. Both have suffered heavy losses."
Gabriel's breathing became slightly heavier.
His brain was working rapidly at this moment, trying to digest this shocking news.
"Who?" he asked, "Who killed Divine Avatar? Immortal One of Nausir?"
Red Iron Dragon's mouth corners raised slightly, forming an arc.
"You will know about this soon."
He said meaningfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, Garos flapped his wings violently, and his body accelerated instantly, instantly widening the distance between him and Gold Dragon.
"Father!"
Gabriel shouted from behind, "Don't you know? Saying half of it and leaving half of it is more uncomfortable than saying nothing at all!"
Of course I know.
I did it on purpose.
Red Iron Dragon turned a deaf ear and continued to accelerate, his figure getting further and further away.
Gabriel was scratching his head and wanted to catch up to Father Long and stop him, but he also knew that he couldn't catch up at all. He could only watch the figure getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared from the field of vision.
At this time, Brass Dragon and several other young Metal Dragon flew over.
They were all talking around him, asking questions.
"How was it? What did your father say?"
"Who broke the moon?"
"Was he involved in this?"
"Tell me, what happened?"
Surrounded by dragons, Gabriel immediately straightened his posture.
He cleared his throat, raised his chin slightly, and a mysterious and meaningful expression appeared on his face. He slowed down his voice and said, "You will never guess what happened in Orotara----"
The other side.
Garos came to Cold Sacred Spring.
Silver Dragon King is already waiting here.
She maintained her human form at this time, with long silver-white hair hanging down to her waist, looking cool and elegant.
When she saw Red Iron Dragon appear, she sighed helplessly.
"Did you know that I have appeared more times in these years than in the previous 100 years combined?"
"And all this is thanks to you."
Red Iron Dragon converged its wings and landed on the edge of Sacred Spring.
He faced Silver Dragon King and said shamelessly, "No need to thank me, this is also a good thing for you Dragon King. Showing up more and doing more activities will help fight against the twilight state."
He said it confidently, as if Silver Dragon King really should thank him.
Silver Dragon King glanced at him and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
However, she did not continue to dwell on this topic.
Raise your head and look to the sky.
Nausir's Moon, which was like a jade plate, had been completely shattered, replaced by fragments of arc light, like broken mirrors hanging in the sky.
"Say it."
She withdrew her gaze and looked at Garos, "What happened at Orotara?"
Garos considered the language for a moment, and then gave a rough description of what happened.
After listening, Silver Dragon King was silent for a long time.
Her expression didn't change much, she still looked cold and calm, but her eyes changed slightly, like an undercurrent under the lake.
Obviously, even the well-informed Dragon King needs time to digest the news at this moment.
"You mean----"
She spoke slowly, "Did you kill a Divine Avatar?"
Garos met her gaze and nodded calmly. "With the power of Nausir Blood Moon, yes."
"A prosperous Divine Avatar, I will definitely hide away."
"That is not a being that I can deal with. If you confront them head-on, you will die."
"But if he is suppressed by a heavy imperial weapon and is already scarred, and his body is somewhere between destruction and regeneration, then that's a different story."
Silver Dragon King exhaled slowly.
"You're so----"
"It will create a surprise for me."
Garos nodded slightly, accepting this evaluation.
Silver Dragon King continued, "Orotara has made such a big noise this time, I'm afraid not only Cantum but Orc will remember you."
"Let them remember."
Garos responded, "Anyway, it's not the first time."
He spoke in an understatement, but he gradually felt anxious inside.
Too weak.
I am still too weak.
This thought stuck in his heart like a thorn and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.
Even if he kills the incarnation of a god, it cannot change the fact that he cannot compete with those Saint Realm and Immortal Realm. When facing those truly powerful beings, he can only choose to retreat.
He hates this feeling.
If he just hides, he may not be able to enter the sight of these powerful people so quickly, but that means he has to put away all his minions and endure the slow progress of growth.
Being weak is the biggest risk.
Instead of doing this, it is better to advance with great success and become stronger at a speed beyond common sense, leaving the danger and disaster behind.
Therefore, we must break through Destiny Rank as soon as possible!
Mutated Meteorite Now that we have it, the kingdom has a lot of resources. Next we need to focus on training and growth.
After becoming Destiny Rank, I won't say that I can defeat Saint Realm or Immortal Realm head-on, but at least I will have the ability to protect myself and be qualified to fight with them, instead of just being able to avoid the edge every time.
At this time, Silver Dragon King's eyes fell on him again and he looked up and down.
She could feel that beneath Garos's seemingly intact appearance, the breath of life was already very weak.
"Don't be so harsh yet.
"It seems that you have paid a big price. You need to recover now. Go soak in Sacred Spring first. We will talk about other things after you recover."
Garos nodded without refusing.
Whether it is physical weakness or a lack of internal strength, it does need to be restored.
He turned around and walked towards the center of Cold Sacred Spring.
Silver Dragon King stood by the spring, watching him slowly bend down and soak his whole body in the spring water.
"Right."
Silver Dragon King seemed to have remembered something and said, "I estimate that after you are almost recovered, Claude will also wake up. You can first think about how to deal with this Deep Frost Tyrant."
"His mental problems will not recover along with his physical condition."
Hearing this, Garos made a joke.
He said, "In this day and age, who doesn't have some hidden mental problems?"
Upon hearing this, Silver Dragon King looked at him deeply, but said nothing more.
At the same time.
Lower Planes, Shura Battlefield.
This is a plane whose essence is conflict and war.
To a certain extent, it is the embodiment of chaos and carnage, a place where the echoes of the shouts of death and the clash of swords on countless battlefields are condensed.
Shura Battlefield has a total of four levels.
Brawl Plains, Maze of Remnants, Gray Stone Layer, Ice Shard Dark Layer.
Each layer of them is floating in the void and is independent.
Among them, there are countless iron cubes as big as giant islands, continents, or even complete Material Plane, slowly moving along some kind of trajectory in the void.
The cubes collided with each other and made a loud noise, mixed with the thundering sound of swords clashing with each other.
It echoes in this plane for a long time.
In the first layer Brawl Plains, Orc Divine Domain[Nishak Kingdom] is located on a huge iron cube as big as the world.
Inhabited are the Orc gods and their apostles.
It is worth mentioning that in the language of Orc, there is no word harmony.
They have only one guttural curse, which roughly means a temporary cessation of conflict, usually used in the brief interval after one battle ends and before the next begins.
Similarly, the relationship between Orc gods cannot be said to be harmonious.
They enjoy war and plundering, and they are constantly launching wars within the Nishak Kingdom, attacking and plundering each other. Today you beat my Divine Kingdom, and tomorrow I will rob your followers. The grudges and grudges never stop.
However, all Orc gods are under the iron fist of the conqueror.
No matter how fierce the dispute of faith is, as long as the great Ge'ushi issues an oracle, then the entire Orc Pantheon will be completely united to implement the will of this main god.
No one dares to disobey Ge'ushi's order.
The consequences of disobedience are unbearable to anyone.
Within Orc Divine Domain.
Bagchu, this Beast of Valor has no profound wisdom and can be said to be synonymous with barbarism and cruelty.
He doesn't have many complicated thoughts in his mind, but he has incredible power. He is the stupid and terrifying son of the main god Orc, and his always loyal lieutenant.
Nishak Kingdom's war cry never stops.
At the core of this Orc Divine Domain, Temple of Valor of Bagchu, stands on the top of a black rock mountain that never weathers.
The mountain was carved into the shape of a crouching giant beast.
The abdominal cavity of the giant beast is the main palace of the Divine Kingdom.
In the hall, Bagchu is sitting on the throne.
It was a chair made of steel and bones. The back of the chair was inlaid with hundreds of heads of different races, including Giant,
There are dragons, there are Elf, and there are Orc.
Bagchu's real body is larger than his incarnation.
His skin was a deep iron gray, covered with muscles that were knotted to the point of being almost deformed.
His special horns are thicker and longer than the incarnation's, and the bifurcated ends pierce into the shadows, as if the entire palace is wearing his horns.
This Deity is eating.
A Demon Lord was nailed to the torture frame in the center of Temple. His limbs and torso were nailed by thick iron nails, making him unable to move. His blood flowed down the torture frame and formed a pool of dark red blood on the ground.
Every once in a while, Bagchu would stretch out a hand, tear off a piece of flesh and blood from Demon Lord's body, throw it into his mouth, and chew it slowly.
The movements were unhurried and slow, as if he were enjoying an ordinary dinner.
Then, something unexpected happened.
Bagchu's movements suddenly stopped.
His eyes suddenly widened, and the pupils shrank into two vertical slits, as if they were pierced by something from the inside. He felt a burning sensation, then had a splitting headache, and Divine Spark then a crack appeared.
He covered his head and roared.
In an instant, cracks opened in the ground, and ground fire spurted out from the cracks.
The sky was instantly covered by dark clouds, and thunder and lightning were mixed with rain of blood, which fell on Brawl Plains, drenching the fighting legions.
One of his incarnations died.
In Material Plane, in Bernardo, they were reduced to ashes under the breath of a mortal dragon.
Wars are won and lost, and the road to conquest is never easy.
Bagchu Can accept failure.
However, the incarnation was completely killed by a mortal dragon that was not even Immortal Realm. The nature of this matter was completely different.
If this matter spreads widely, the foundation of his faith will inevitably be shaken.
Bagchu stood up.
His sight penetrated the dome of the Divine Kingdom and landed on the blue-green planet suspended in the sea of stars.
He could see the smoke on Southern Foothills Plain that had not yet cleared, and he could see Fanlong, who dared to show his fangs to him, hiding in a gathering place of Metal Dragon.
Bagchu's fists were clenched.
He only needs one step.
In one step, the true form descended and crushed the reptile to death.
He is Bagchu, Beast of Valor, the adjutant of the conqueror, and the god who tramples the weak with great power. His teachings are written on his throne. The strong must oppress the weak, and the weak must surrender to the strong.
He cannot allow such provocations to go unanswered.
If you don't respond, you are weak.
If he is weak, then he is not Bagchu.
But at this moment, while he was looking at Bernardo.
Five pairs of dragon eyes that were invisible to the naked eye appeared in his perception, staring at him coldly.
"My bones and blood must not be touched. Anyone who covets them will have his spirit and soul destroyed."
A warning sounded directly in his mind.
The evil is overwhelming, the majesty is awe-inspiring, and it is inviolable.
Obviously, the powerful evil god entrenched in Avernus is also silently watching this Material Plane named Bernardo, and regards it as forbidden, and does not allow any god's true body to get involved.
Bagchu's movements stopped.
He stood in front of the throne, his fists still clenched.
But under the gaze of five pairs of dragon eyes, he did not take a step forward.
Bagchu's teachings are engraved on his throne and are also his code of conduct.
But for Deity, doctrine is more than just a code of conduct.
Deity is powerful because of faith, but also controlled by faith.
How believers view you will affect how you view yourself. Over time, Deity's behavior style will gradually move closer to how believers perceive him.
To put it simply, Deity will follow his own teachings when doing things, because strictly speaking, this is his essence.
The strong must oppress the weak, and the weak must surrender to the strong.
This is the iron rule of Bagchu, the ancient teachings that Bagchu Church follows, and the creed that every Orc warrior of Cantum has been instilled in since birth.
It is this iron rule that has brought him to where he is today.
In Orc Pantheon, where strength is the only criterion, Bagchu used both fists to take his place.
He never plays tricks or tries to balance power. He only has one principle: whoever is stronger has the final say.
Now, the same iron rod was staring back at him.
Now, he is weak.
Bagchu was silent.
After struggling for a while, his legs slowly retracted, and the body that had stood up slowly returned to his seat, but his fists were still clenched.