Nine Hundred and Twenty Real Dragon Temple

At the other end of the magic continent, the dragon emperor Albert, who had just returned to his territory from the Ireland Hill Empire, walked into the palace he once liked very much.

This place used to be the most magnificent palace in the world: every few meters, there is a perennial magic spar lamp lighting, and pleasing murals can be seen everywhere.

The floor tiles in the corridor of the hall are all inlaid with gold, and when you step on them, you can make a nice rattling sound. To describe it in one word, it is rich and noble.

It's a pity that the current Dragon Emperor doesn't like such vulgar decorations anymore, he prefers the low-key and luxurious simple style of the Alan Hill Empire.

What made him even more unbearable was that there was no wifi here, and there was no video call system where he could immediately contact his subordinates, and there was no delicious food he liked here either.

From a certain point of view, what he now prefers is Elan Hill, rather than this real home.

But his home is his own home after all, after all, this place gave Dragon Emperor more sense of security and belonging.

He walked in his own palace, passed through a long corridor, and came to a magnificent hall.

This is the main hall dedicated to the Dragon God, and this is the most sacred place of the dragon clan. However, the decoration here is unpretentious, like a huge cave, full of raw ore of magic spar glowing blue.

In the middle of these magical ores, there is a huge skeleton embedded. This skeleton is so huge that what is exposed outside is only a third of the skeleton itself, but this third is already bigger than the incarnation of the Dragon King. The dragon is even bigger.

Although there is a huge skull that can never be raised again on the side of the petrified bone claw, this skull is leaning against a broken magic stalactite, and the empty eye sockets can no longer show a little life.

Even without a little bit of life, this skeleton still exudes a light blue light. These magical atmospheres that are still strong after millions of years prove that this skeleton was once powerful.

At the top of this huge cave, there is an opening that is unknown whether it was formed naturally or dug on purpose. Sunlight shines in from this opening, bathing the entire cave in soft light.

The Dragon Emperor stood in front of this huge corpse, just watching silently. The owner of this skeleton is not the Dragon Emperor's father, and he doesn't know whether the person lying here is the ancestor of the Dragon Clan or the real Dragon God himself.

In short,

A more powerful giant dragon once fell in this world, but no one knows why it fell.

That is the ancient times that even the long-lived dragon clan cannot verify. It is a history that has long been submerged by the years, a legend that no one knows.

If the tree of life of the elves is the root of the belief and strength of the elves, then the root of the dragon, the pride of the dragon, and the strength of the dragon come from here.

He likes to stand here, because standing here, he can feel his own insignificance. He stands here with humility and piety, because every time he stands here, he knows that he can become stronger.

It's a pity that what he saw and heard in the Alan Hill Empire has already shaken the Dragon King's state of mind. He reluctantly admitted the fact that no matter how powerful he is, as powerful as this skeleton, he still cannot defeat that terrifying the human empire.

Because he witnessed with his own eyes the "Great Fall Technique" that could destroy the entire world. Compared with the Staff of the Gods, that attack is the lingering nightmare that haunts the Dragon Emperor's heart.

In the perception of the Dragon Emperor, only gods are qualified to destroy the world. But when this divine power is mastered by mortals, the prestige of the gods is left to the world.

Sighing, the Dragon Emperor stretched out his hand, and pressed his palm full of strength on the claw closest to the front of the skeleton.

As the strongest dragon clan nowadays, he may be the only one who can feel powerless and desolate. The former glory was surpassed, and the former overlord went into decline...

The Dragon Emperor standing here is full of sadness and emotion at this moment, because looking at the skeleton in front of him, he seems to be looking at his future self.

Backward and obsolete things can only wither, and if they are not the most powerful existence, they can only turn into bones.

"Your Majesty! The envoy of the Demon Race has arrived." Adair walked into the Dragon Temple, walked behind the Dragon Emperor, and said with a slight bow.

"Let him in!" The Dragon Emperor didn't turn his head, his hand was still on the dragon's claws, his voice echoed throughout the Dragon Temple, full of majesty and power.

"But Your Majesty...here is..." Hearing this order, Adair raised his head to persuade the Dragon Emperor.

"It's okay, let him come in!" The Dragon Emperor interrupted Adair, still insisting on his order.

Adair nodded slightly again, then turned and walked out of this very important hall for the Dragon Clan.

After a while, a human walked into this mysterious and amazing hall. He was dressed in noble clothes, and the expression on his face was full of shock.

The Dragon Emperor turned his head this time, and looked down at the human beings who walked in in front of the dragon claw: "The origin of magic sent you to find me, what is the matter?"

"The great source of magic hopes to join forces with the Dragon King. As long as the Empire of Alanhill can be destroyed, the demons will never step into the magic world..." The human's eyes had a hint of demon, and he said to the Dragon King .

"What made the origin of magic think that the dragons would be willing to mingle with the demons?" The Dragon King glanced at the tiny human in front of him, and asked angrily.

"Your Majesty! We all have a common enemy. Isn't that reason enough?" The human who was bewitched by the demon stepped forward and spoke quickly.

"Hahahaha!" The Dragon Emperor seemed to have heard some joke, and laughed loudly. He continued to speak after laughing enough, and said to the demon messenger in front of him, "No matter how downcast I am, Albert, my mind is still clear! "

"The matter of cooperation is out of the question." He waved his hand, and then continued: "The only regret is that I, Albert, may not be the one who may kill the source of magic!"

"And you! You should be honored! Because for thousands of years, you are the only demon clan who came here, the closest demon clan to the Dragon Temple...the only demon clan who is lucky enough to die here..." Dragon Emperor said while He held out a hand.

The human being bewitched by the demon was instantly burned to ashes by magic, and the screams echoed in the hall, making the place a bit more bloody.