Chapter 1031 The Battle of Tearing

Grand Duke Balogel stood on the edge of the terrace, and the towering peaks of the northern mountains were all entwined by hazy clouds and fluttering wind and snow, forming a picture scroll as if all boundaries were blurred-in In such an expansive view, even the terrace built by the boulders is faintly integrated with the sky, as if just taking a step forward, you can integrate into this endless expanse of scenery.

A calm and powerful voice came from behind the terrace: "Grand Duke, the Dragon Blood Council has been handed over properly."

Balogel, the ruler of the Holy Dragon Duchy, withdrew his gaze into the distance, turned his head and nodded slightly to Ser Gorosh Hickel who had just stepped onto the terrace: "Well, it's hard work."

"Has the last hour come?" Ser Gorosh Hickel, a tall, bearded man, looked at the dragonblooded Archduke in front of him with a complicated and inexplicable look on his face, "Are you leaving?"

"The last moment is coming, and I have to reach the battlefield before that," Archduke Balogar's voice was as low as a mountain, "I can always hear two voices echoing in my mind at the same time, one of which has begun Weakened...it's time to leave, I've been absent from this bar mitzvah for too long."

Ser Gorosh Hickel was silent for two seconds, then lowered his head: "...this is your mission."

Archduke Balogel nodded, and did not speak for a while, only the howling cold wind blew from the top of the mountain, and the wind was wrapped in snow particles from a distance. After an unknown amount of time, the Dragonblood Grand Duke suddenly broke the silence: "More and more young dragonborn are leaving the mountains to seek adventure in the southern human kingdom..."

"The allure of the new world is enormous, and...the instinct to fly is deep in the soul of every dragonborn, and it cannot be changed by rewriting genes," Ser Gorosh said. "The world of man A war has just ended, and the situation on the entire continent will change, more opportunities, a wider world... There must be more and more young dragonborn leaving the mountains."

Balogel glanced at the courtier who had been following him for many years, with a smile on his face: "You are different from me, you are also a 'Dragonborn' born and raised in the mountains of the Holy Dragon Principality. I remember that when you were young, you also did the feat of jumping off the Longyue Cliff... I didn't expect that so many years had passed in the blink of an eye."

"Yeah, for many years," Sir Gorosh's always stern face could not help softening a little, he may be recalling the time when he was young, or he may be thinking of his daughter who is living happily in the human world, " You're still so strong and dynamic, and I can't even glide anymore...but that's okay, I'm much luckier than my fathers and grandparents to see the world change in my lifetime."

Another gust of mountain wind blew from afar, Archduke Balogar glanced at the far north,

Through the hazy clouds, he seemed to be able to see that the magnificent eternal storm was spinning on the vast sea, and the huge cloud wall was like a peerless barrier blocking the mainland of Loren and Tal Lund. He took a deep breath of cold air and said as if to himself, "It's time."

"I wish you a safe journey," Ser Gorosh said, bowing his head in the most solemn tone of his life. "From now on, the Dragonborn can call themselves dragons."

A gust of wind suddenly swept across the terrace made of boulders, and the pressure of the dragon came from the wind. It rose on the wind, stirring a surge of magic power into the sky. Ser Gorosh kept his head bowed in the wind until A low and majestic voice was heard from the distant sky: "Look up, you are dragons in yourselves!"

A huge white dragon shadow rushed to the clouds from the highest point of Longlin Fort. Almost all the thousands of dragonborn living around Longlin Fort saw this unprecedented scene-they saw the dragon's wings A gust of wind blew up, the snow on the mountains swept around him, the magic power in the sky changed its direction, and even the clouds outlined a pale silver trajectory line pointing to the far north.

Countless pairs of eyes looked to the sky from the mountains and river valleys of the Holy Dragon Principality. The dragonborn looked at the giant dragon hovering in the clouds in astonishment, even a little terrified - it was a real dragon, with a body of nearly 100 meters, strong and sturdy. The limbs, complete wings, that are definitely not born deformed and weak defective dragonborn, and in the countless years of history of the Holy Dragon Duchy, no dragonborn has ever seen a real dragon appear in the sky above his head.

Is this good news? Is this a bad omen? Is this a signal from the dragon's hometown? Or just a passerby?

No one recognized that it was the Dragon Blood Grand Duke who had ruled this land for countless years—under the panic-stricken gaze of the Dragonborn, the silver-white dragon circled several times around the highest mountain in the Holy Dragon Principality. Then he raised his head and rushed towards the northern horizon.

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The chaotic dragon that covers the sky occupies the sky. The undulating clouds, mutated flesh and blood, crystallized bone spurs, and blood-stained swords form his terrifying body measured in kilometers, which is beyond the understanding of mortals, and even beyond natural phenomena The terrifying beings that can be explained galloped across the vast continent of Tal Londe, spreading beams of destruction and brimstone flames across the land in the form of a senseless, pure wrath and destroyer.

During the extreme day, the sky has been covered by the billowing smoke, and the giant sun that would not fall for half a year was also blocked by the "night curtain" created by the Dragon of Chaos. On the sea, one after another thick lightning slapped all the peaks and plains on the continent—

On the edge of Tal Lund, the chaotic gravity has ripped apart more than half of the coastline, and the earth curls up into the sky, turning into a fragmented giant island floating in the sky in a form that violates the laws of nature; Created a terrifying rift leading to the elemental world, the material world and the elemental world penetrated each other, and the living flames and surging ice continued to reshape everything on the earth; in the sky, a gate to the shadow world was blocked. It was forcibly ripped open, and with every roar of the chaotic dragon, pitch-black lightning poured out of the gate, tearing apart the once glorious city and the continuous factories and temples.

Everything accumulated on this continent in the past 1.87 million years is dissipating like dust, and the glorious but musty dragon civilization is being torn to shreds by its former patrons - towering The buildings, the huge network of pipes connecting the city, the factory facilities that used to support the huge population of the Dragon Race... were all shattered in the runaway gravity storm, elemental erosion, and space rifts.

And in this apocalyptic scene, countless giant dragons rushed into the sky like tides, biting at the body of the disordered dragon like a cold, ruthless, bloodless and tearless machine. The missile swarms launched in the offshore area created a sea of ​​scorching fire on the latter again and again. Every minute and every second, large tracts of "sand" fell from the sky in Tal Lund's sky. The wreckage of the dragon, which is Ash, is the steel weapon made by Omega, and the body fragments of the deranged dragon that are constantly weakened.

This is a bloody apocalyptic battle, and this bloody battle has been going on for an unknown amount of time.

Deep underground in Tal Lund, a high-speed silver-white train slammed through the protected tunnels. The train carried mechanical weapons and ammunition supplies ready to go into the next battle; the ancient computing center was buzzing, constantly humming. Calculating the firepower arrangement in the next second and the remaining number of dragon corps; underground furnaces and doomsday factories run around the clock, transforming iron and steel ingots into new weapons, or recycling giant giants that can be "repaired" on the battlefield. The dragon repaired and re-entered the battle.

And in the deepest part of this underground steel kingdom, the core of Omega is running non-stop, calmly and efficiently - neither reverence for gods, nor pity for a flesh-and-blood individual.

As a machine, the core command left by its creators in the deepest part of it is above all else, and it is driven by this core command to carry out its last mission, like commanding Tal for the past one million years. Lund's countless machines are in general, commanding those giant dragon legions, as well as the ubiquitous ancient fort.

Legions and turrets are dwindling in number, but in Omega's precise calculations, victory will eventually be his own.

The "Dragon of Chaos" that looks like a natural disaster has weakened, and more importantly, he has broken the chain of faith with mortals, and has lost the power of divinity. Now he is still more powerful than all creatures in this world. Stronger, but weaker than himself at any stage in history, and those dragons who used to be "believers"... Every time they attack the disordered dragon, they are effectively destroying the latter's maintenance. own power.

On the west side of Tal Lond, in a mine deep underground, an attack from the gods had just pierced the last layer of steel plates of the fortifications.

A silver-white metal dome was destroyed, but for Omega... it only lost a negligible node, and there are thousands of similar nodes, distributed throughout Tal Lund, even distributed everywhere on the seabed nearby.

A heat wave is surging in the underground base, and the flames are spreading along all the pipes and passages. The sea gate in the distance has been opened, and the roar of the sea water pouring into the mine is like thunder.

The silver-white egg-shaped device that had just been destroyed lay quietly in the center of the base that was about to be submerged by the sea, its outer shell had cracked open, and a large number of sparks jumped between its main body and the nearby wall, and a column closest to it. Before, some seriously deranged characters were jumping, showing a brief thought made by Omega before this node was destroyed:

"The meaning of life...is to perpetuate itself...

"The creators...choose to destroy themselves...

"Contradiction...error...lack of logic...

"Wrong, wrong, wrong..."

The jumping red characters are particularly dazzling in the depths of the base that has gradually dimmed, but the faint alarm sound disappeared in the roaring sea water and the loud noise of the explosion of various facilities, accompanied by a thunderous sound, the last isolation door. It was washed away by the turbulent sea water, and the unmeasurable icy sea water poured into the depths of the mine, swallowing this Omega node and its remaining fragments of thinking.

And in the whole of Tal Lund, among the thousands of silver-white giant egg devices, Omega's thinking is still going on, and this bloody battle... is still going on.

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The alpine city of Agondore, where the former headquarters of the Dragon Clan Council was located, has been completely destroyed. A powerful gravity storm shattered the once majestic mountain, rolling up everything on the mountain and the city at the foot of the mountain.

A huge building is tumbling in the uncontrolled gravity environment. It has a magnificent transparent shell, and the whole presents an ellipsoid shape like a nest and a giant egg. At the edge of the building, there is still a little bit left in the huge neon installation. Energy, flickering characters on and off make up the incomplete word: XX Arena.

A huge black limb suddenly dangled from the clouds, and the limb divided the arena building in two like a sickle. In the successive explosions, a golden figure rushed out from the cover of the wreckage of the building, towards the Scorching flames and powerful lightning spewed from the surface of the huge limb, and then dodged to the side in a thrilling manner.

This is a golden dragon. He is stronger and larger than most dragons. The surface of his 100-meter-long body is covered with ancient runes. He has an extraordinary identity - but at this moment, like other dragons on the battlefield, the original emotion has been lost in those huge eyes, and only the cold eyes are left.

The fierce battle was in full swing, but suddenly, the golden dragon stopped moving.

His eyes seemed to have recovered a little bit of emotion, and driven by this emotion, he raised his head. He saw the chaotic dragon roaring wildly in the sky, and lavender surging among the low and dark clouds. Lightning, there were cracks all over the dragon's body, and there was light shining in the cracks - it was like some kind of critical point, indicating that the bloody battle had reached the final stage.

A powerful breath approached rapidly from another direction, and a huge body almost the size of a golden dragon rushed out of the gunpowder. This was an extremely old dragon—he might have been a black dragon, but after a long period of time. Years and deep transformation have turned almost all of his scales into gray-white, and a large number of visible implants and transformation structures are all over his body, which makes him look almost like a flesh-and-blood dragon. It's a pile of flying steel.

"Hragol!" said the old dragon, with a low voice like thunder, "Quick! We won't be awake for long!"

Hearing the cry of his old friend, the golden dragon Heragor couldn't help but look at the "head" of the chaotic dragon, as if trying to find a familiar sight from the chaotic mass of matter, but he couldn't help it. Nothing was found.

The urging voice of the old dragon came from the side again: "Hurry up! Balogel is almost here!"

Heragor withdrew his gaze towards the sky. Driven by the self-consciousness he had just rebuilt, he resisted the sense of loss of control deep in his heart that seemed to tear his soul apart, and then he did not hesitate to join the old gray-white giant dragon. Turned around and rushed to the distant sea.

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