The night sky is clear and cloudless.
Garos's huge body crouched on the Dragon Court high platform. The dark black scales glowed like metal in the moonlight, and red veins spread along the muscles, like lava slowly flowing under the cracked surface.
He has finished eating and rested long enough.
At this moment, his condition was adjusted to its peak.
The giant dragon raised its head and looked at the sky.
"There is only one moon left in the night sky, which looks a bit strange."
He was thinking about this in his mind.
Southern Foothills Plain After the First World War, the Nausir moon Shatter disappeared. The crack in the sky has not healed yet. The fragments are scattered in the orbit, and occasionally faint traces of light can be seen across the sky.
Now this is the only one left.
For hundreds of years since his birth, he has been accustomed to having two moons on the same day.
Two moons hung in the sky, rising and setting alternately, forming a background that had never changed in his life.
Now whenever he looks up at the night sky, he always feels that something is missing. The feeling of emptiness cannot be said to be strong, but it lingers.
"Nausir It may be possible to rebuild one, but it will be at a huge cost, and it cannot be done in a short time."
"Otherwise, there wouldn't be only one moon left."
Garos thought to himself.
A weapon that can severely damage the existence of the Immortal Realm and suppress the incarnation of a god is definitely not something that can be created easily.
Red Iron Dragon tilted his huge head and looked to the west of Atlant, with the distant clouds reflected in his eyes.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a beam of light fell from the sky.
The soft golden light, with a holy silvery white edge, pushed back the surrounding night by dozens of meters.
The light beam fell on the high platform without any sound, and when the light dissipated, a figure appeared.
Humanoid, with a faint fluorescent light emitting from its body.
Xia'er was wearing a silver-white knight's light armor with golden lines flowing on the armor. He was not wearing a helmet, revealing a handsome and young face, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly and his eyebrows stretched, as if he had just come out of a hearty victory.
He looked at the giant dragon crouching on the high platform, then bowed and saluted.
"Your Majesty."
"Your glory shines with the sun and the moon. Your return from Orotara and the end of Divine Avatar's deeds have been sung among Sanctum. Every Heroic Spirit is singing your name."
Garos lowered his head and looked at this Heroic Spirit.
"I didn't summon you from Sanctum to listen to these meaningless compliments."
he said.
The enthusiasm on Xia'er's face did not subside, and he solemnly said, "Your Majesty, how can this be meaningless?"
"I admire you from the bottom of my heart, and only by saying it in person can you feel how sincere my admiration is. The Heroic Spirits in Sanctum all know that I am the worst at hiding my emotions."
If it were other subjects, they probably wouldn't talk to the emperor like this.
When most people face this Red Iron Dragon, they will involuntarily restrain themselves and agree obediently.
However, Xia'er's long-standing qualifications of sacrificing his life for the emperor are another matter.
He followed the emperor before Aura founded the country, and died for Garos, and died cleanly. This past allowed him to enjoy some favor and tolerance from the emperor.
Garos did not delve into this issue.
He asked directly, "What's happening with Lord of Thunder?"
Xia'er followed his own light and glanced at the western skyline, then turned back, his expression becoming serious.
"Sanctum hangs high in the sky, and the west is our key monitoring area."
"However, the territory of Lord of Thunder is shrouded by thick clouds all year round, and those clouds are not naturally formed. Our observations are greatly hindered. Most of the time we can only capture some scenes leaking out of the gaps in the clouds."
He paused and changed the subject slightly.
"However, even if you can only see a sliver of a claw, one thing is certain, Lord of Thunder is extremely active now."
"How active is it?"
Garos asked.
"Day and night."
Xia'er replied, "He personally traveled throughout the west, spreading the glory of Chromatic Dragon Queen, collecting Blood Tax, and killing the resisters. Judging from the traces we recorded, he almost never stopped."
"Flying from one area to another with only a short stop in between."
It is rare for a leader-level dragon to do so personally.
Garos himself is like this, and Lamorien used to do something similar.
But now, Lamorien has changed.
He seemed a little impatient, and seemed to be urged and driven by something, unable to rest at ease.
The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting the faint electric light in the western night sky.
"Can Sanctum lock his Temple position?"
he asked.
Xia'er nodded slightly. "Yes, those Temple features are extremely obvious and have special energy reactions."
"Even if the clouds block the view, the Sanctum is still as conspicuous as a bonfire in the dark night. We can lock the coordinates of each Temple."
"Very good."
Garos nodded slightly, "After the war with the west begins, Sanctum's soldiers will have to destroy the opponent Temple as their first goal."
Temple is not just a place to worship Deity.
For Deity, Temple is an anchor point and a beacon.
The more Temple built on Material Plane and the greater the scale, the smaller the cost Deity can exert influence on Material Plane, such as blessing one's own apostle, or directly Punishment a blasphemer.
Therefore.
Removing Temple can reduce the possibility of Deity getting involved in this war.
The problem is that this behavior is tantamount to directly quarreling with God, and will definitely lead to greater malice. However, Garos no longer cares about this problem.
Xia'er lowered his head solemnly.
"Your Majesty, in the name of Sanctum, I guarantee you."
He solemnly said, "When the horn of war blows, the Temple of Storm Dragon will be uprooted and collapse one after another. The priests in Temple will not have the opportunity to finish a complete prayer. I guarantee you this."
At this moment, a figure flew from high altitude at an extremely fast speed and was approaching rapidly.
Garos raised his head and locked his eyes on the flying figure.
Under the same night sky.
Highest in the sky, above the clouds.
Bronze Dragon King lowered his eyes, his sight penetrated the night and thunderclouds, and landed on the spire of Temple in the distance.
"Chromatic Dragon Queen's Temple cannot be allowed to exist."
he thought.
In Atlant, in addition to the hidden dangers of Demon, there are two major Evil Dragon that are his targets.
One is Red Calamity and the other is Storm Evil Dragon.
In the eyes of Bronze Dragon King, the former's disguise ability is so superb that he can even confuse the Metal Dragon of other Dragon Realm. Those Metal Dragon were deceived by him and regarded him as a similar person worth interacting with.
Moreover, this Red Calamity is already comparable to Destiny Rank in terms of strength as Crown Rank.
Theoretically, he is more dangerous.
However, Bronze Dragon King also noticed something.
Although the creatures under Red Calamity were confused and deceived, and respected Evil Dragon as much as they respected Deity, they lived a quiet and beautiful life under his rule.
There is no death or constant fear day and night.
Bronze Dragon King knows that this is only temporary.
When Red Calamity grows up, breaks his disguise, and reveals his fangs, he will become a terrible disaster that sweeps the entire Bernardo, and no one can stop it.
However, he still decided to target Storm Dragon first.
Storm Dragon is nakedly evil.
The sins he committed were too many and too heavy. Every day he existed, more innocent people would bleed.
Bronze Dragon King cannot accept this.
In contrast, Red Calamity, at least for the time being, is still whitewashing peace and not trampling on the lives of innocent people.
As for the future being more dangerous----
The premise is that he can wait until the future.
Bronze Dragon King's eyes were cold and he continued to fly forward.
Behind him, the queue of the Legendary Realm dragons formed a winding arc in the night sky, silently passing through the night sky. The clouds tore around them and closed behind them.
Their arrival naturally attracted the attention of Helmode Dragon Brood.
Chromatic Dragons soared from various areas and gathered towards the sky.
Among them, Blue Dragon has the largest number, with scale colors ranging from light blue to sky blue and indigo, covering almost all levels of the Blue Dragon series. Each pair of eyes is beating with electric light, and an arc of electricity leaks out from time to time between the fangs. Even their breath smells of thunder and lightning.
At the same time.
The dark clouds began to roll, actively gathering from all directions, as if being grasped by an invisible hand into a huge whirlpool, from gray to lead gray, from lead gray to ink black.
There were continuous rumbling sounds that made the air tremble.
Immediately afterwards, lightning struck from the center of the vortex.
One streak, ten streaks, a hundred streaks, countless streaks - those lightnings converged into a huge thunder column, falling straight in front of the Metal Dragon array, illuminating the night sky as bright as day.
And when the light dissipated, a giant dragon appeared.
Lord of Thunder, Destiny Storm Dragon, Lamorien.
His body outline is clearly Blue Dragon, but it is different from any other Blue Dragon.
The color of his scales is so dark blue that it is almost pitch black, like the color solidified in the deepest part of midnight, and the edges of each scale are burnt white by arcs, like traces of being burned by lightning. The dragon horns on the top of his head are clearly bifurcated, shaped like a dead tree that has been struck by lightning, entwined with tiny lightning bolts, crackling.
Bronze Dragon King stopped moving.
He stared at the giant dragon in front of him, hovering in mid-air, with his wings fully extended, maintaining an attitude of overlooking everything. The Raging Tide Dragon Realm dragons spread out behind him, lined up in mid-air, and faced off against the approaching Evil Dragon group.
The air solidified.
Rumble!
Thunder rolled, the wind passed between the two giant dragons, the rain fell like a waterfall, and the celestial phenomena changed drastically in an instant.
Lamorien raised the dragon's head and looked at Bronze Dragon King in mid-air.
He was slightly startled at first, then his muzzle opened slightly, and an electric arc leaked out from between his fangs, as if he was smiling instead of being surprised.
"It turns out that Bronze Dragon King is here."
He lazily mocked, "Oh, Lord of Raging Tide, a mad dog who claims to be righteous."
"Why, you don't want to continue to guard Sea Abyss? Or are you finally unable to hold back and are about to show your vicious face?
Helmode Dragon Brood and Raging Tide Dragon Realm have been grudges for a long time.
As early as before Lord of Thunder landed and founded the country, he had been fighting guerrillas with the Raging Tide Dragon Realm in the sea all year round, causing considerable losses on both sides.
Both sides remember those old accounts clearly.
"The rift has disappeared."
Bronze Dragon King said, "My vow is over. Now, Lamorien, I will finish another matter."
Lord of Thunder's eyes were half lowered, covering most of his pupils.
"Oh? What's the matter?"
he asked.
"Your tyranny ends here."
Bronze Dragon King said, "The power given to you by the evil god is used by you to slaughter innocent people."
"The land in the west has been soaked with the Blood Tax you exploited. There are bones buried under every inch of the land. I represent Raging Tide Dragon Realm, justice and order, to put an end to your evil deeds."
Lord of Thunder raised his head and let out a wild laugh like a dragon's roar.
The Blue Dragon group behind him also let out a low roar, and lightning flashed one after another among them.
"Justice! Order!"
Lamorien's voice was full of sarcasm, "Haha, every time I hear these two words, it makes me want to vomit."
He looked at Bronze Dragon King with pity and shook his head.
"Sheffield, you just talk nice, but what you call justice and order is just the paranoia in your heart."
His voice became cold and stern, and he said, "You just want other intelligent beings in this world to recognize you and obey you; you just want the world to run according to your own paranoid ideas."
"Haha, dragons like you are the greatest evil."
"You will do more harm to the world than those of us called "Evil Dragon"."
"We at least admit who we are and never hide or pretend. But what about you? You wear the cloak of justice and do the same thing as a tyrant, but you feel that you are sacred and noble and deserve it."
On the opposite side, Bronze Dragon King's expression did not change at all.
Lamorien's words are just noise to him, his heart will not be shaken by these words, and his belief cannot be shaken by a Evil Dragon.
"Finished?"
he asked calmly.
Lamorien looked at him with pity. "You are really hopeless."
Bronze Dragon King said expressionlessly, "Chromatic Evil Dragons naturally cannot understand the lofty ideal of justice, just like a bedbug in the gutter cannot see the sun."
He raised one front paw and pointed at Lamorien.
"The relationship between you and me, the judge and the judged, will not be changed at all by these words, and justice will not lose its meaning because of your slander."
As the voice fell.
Bronze Dragon King took the lead in launching the attack.
The wing membranes suddenly flapped together, making a dull explosion, and the bronze dragon body pressed down from the air, bringing with it a gust of wind.
The Raging Tide dragon group behind him followed closely.
Dragon Breath of different colors light up in the mouths of the dragons at the same time.
Lamorien roared and rushed forward, while Helmode Dragon Brood fought under the dark clouds.
Dragon Breath intertwined together, and the light of the explosion tore the night sky into countless pieces. Looking from a distance, the sky seemed to be burning, and the clouds were burned through holes one after another, revealing the deep night sky behind them.
In the light, dragon shadows flashed alternately.
Some hit head-on, some passed by each other, and some fought together and rolled and fell.
The roar of the dragon spread in all directions, high-pitched, low, angry, and painful, all mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which side it came from.
The dragons vented their anger on each other without any regard for the friendship between their clans.
The battle heated up almost instantly.
the other side.
Red Emperor Royal City.
Under the gaze of Garos, the figure revealed its outline in the moonlight.
Human, tall and tall.
Wearing a neatly cut dark gray long coat, the collar and cuffs were tightly tightened, like some kind of military uniform. He did not wear armor or carry any weapons. His clothes were extremely simple. His face looked like he was in his early forties, his short dark brown hair was meticulously combed, and there were light lines on his forehead and corners of his eyes.
He landed opposite the dragon, his movements clean and neat.
First he glanced at Xia'er, then turned to Garos, and the human bowed slightly.
He introduced himself, "Holden Empire, Seventh Airspace Executive Officer, Marcus Wade, on behalf of Imperial Core, I would like to extend my greetings to the monarch of the Aura Kingdom."
Garos looked at him.
Holden's Destiny Rank——He has never come into contact with it before, but the Destiny Rank aura of the person in front of him cannot be faked.
"Executive Officer of Holden."
Red Iron Dragon asked, "I came here suddenly late at night. What's the matter?"
Marcus straightened up and looked calmly into the dragon's vertical pupils.
"The Empire hopes that, like Nausir, it entrusts you to fight for the Empire. Go to Abyssal Roots and assist the Imperial Legion in the frontline war with Demon."
The scales on the giant dragon's eyebrows rose slightly.
"Oh? You heard about my affairs at Orotara, so you came to entrust me?"
he asked.
Destiny Rank of Holden nodded.
"Yes."
"Your record in Southern Foothills Plain has given the empire a new view of you. Before that, our assessment of you may have been biased. Now after the correction, we think you are more suitable to fight in Abyssal Roots."
Garos did not agree immediately.
He thought for a while and asked, "Where is the Abyssal Roots you mentioned? What place is it?"
Marcus organized his language and replied, "In the Abyss level, where Cloudpiercer Engine is rooted, that is also the passage that Demon want to capture. They want to rush to Material Plane through Abyssal Roots.
Inside Abyss?
Garos's eyes flashed slightly.
"In order to entrust you, the empire is willing to pay..." Marcus was about to continue.
"No need to say more."
Garos raised a front paw and interrupted his words.
"I'm not interested."
The human's brow furrowed slightly.
He was a little unhappy because his words were interrupted, but he did not have an attack. He just said in a deep voice, "Please at least listen to our conditions. The price the empire is willing to pay may exceed your expectations."
Garos shook his head.
"I believe your conditions are very generous, but I don't accept the commission."
Marcus looked directly into the dragon's eyes and said, "Abyssal Roots is not only the battlefield of the empire. If it is lost there, Abyssal Rift will spread and Demon will flood into our world. By then, Aura Kingdom will not be able to survive alone."
"This is not just about Holden."
Morally kidnapping me?
Garos was unmoved and said, "Don't forget why Demon is in danger."
"I have settled a lot of Material Plane's mess for Holden. As for Abyss, you have to solve the troubles you caused yourself."
Human Destiny Rank frowned again.
Are you willing to accept Nausir's commission to help another continent solve its problems, but reject their Holden offer?
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more.
Just then.
The chaotic breath blows from the west, like a wind carrying lightning and Bloodshed.
Garos's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly raised the dragon's head and looked at the western sky.
Although the distance was far away, he could still clearly see that the western night sky was burning.
Huge and hot thunderclouds were surging, colliding, and tearing apart. The lightning was no longer an occasional branch, but directly turned into a continuous network of blazing white veins, intertwined together, and the sky was pale.
dragon.
Legendary Realm dragons are fighting.
Moreover, there is Dragon of Destiny among them.
"Are they Lord of Thunder and----Bronze Dragon King?"
Garos looked solemnly.
His True Eye was fully activated at this moment. His vision penetrated the long distance and dense clouds, and he vaguely saw two huge figures fighting among the thunderclouds.
It is Storm Dragon and Bronze Dragon.
Two big Dragon of Destiny.
There's no doubt that things have gotten complicated.
He had already made preparations to attack Storm Dragon, but Bronze Dragon King, which had been entrenched in the deep sea all year round, returned and launched an attack on Storm Dragon earlier than he did.