Chapter 633: Great Confession

The golden light of the morning sun shot into the top floor of the open temple, illuminating the surrounding area in golden yellow. However, the golden light could not break through the dark and deep special remains in the middle of the temple.

The remaining dark aura is like a remaining bonfire, half-extinguished, still struggling to pollute the brilliance of this sacred place with the weak power of darkness.

This remains, which has lost its life for a full week, is not suspended in mid-air quietly, it seems to be still struggling. On top of the remains, there is still a layer of faint, constantly churning black aura.

At this time, on each of the pillars on the top floor of the temple, an illusory golden eye suddenly opened out of thin air.

Duke could clearly feel countless gazes coming from those golden eyes.

This is the Mage Eye of the Dragon Clan.

Not every dragon or dragonman is eligible to observe the ceremony at the highest level of the temple. They used this form to quietly watch Neltharion's end.

In the eyes of all the dragonborn, a sphere shining with strange brilliance appeared on the highest level outside the remains of Neltharion suspended in mid-air. A horizontal line like the horizon divides the entire sphere into two: the upper half is golden reflecting the light of the morning sun, and the lower half is black like a far-reaching starry sky.

Whether it's the warm golden light above, or the dead black below, it gives people a feeling that these two kinds of light represent the world.

Duke suddenly realized that that line was the boundary between life and death.

A few cracks soon appeared on the sphere, and from time to time, small fragments peeled off from the sphere with a slight vibration and dissipated into the sky.

The vibration of Neltharion's remains suddenly became more intense, and a dragon's roar full of endless hatred and resentment suddenly shook the entire temple.

The voice of Neltharion's soul actually resounded in the entire temple: "Roar - no one can try to judge me - I am the supreme king of the dragon clan! I am the purifier of the world! I am the only master of the new world! "

The dragon skeleton floating in mid-air changed with the burst of sound waves. The separated dragon head and the neck with uneven gaps kept colliding, as if trying to reassemble into one piece.

The huge black dragon's head seemed to want to return to its place, but to no avail, either the broken spine poked into the dragon's chin, or the dragon's head sat on the shoulders near the neck.

Neltharion seemed to be in great pain. He screamed, his body rolled over, and the claws on the dragon wings seemed to want to grab his head and make his body complete again.

He was so furious, he kept cursing.

Cursing the names of every dragon king, cursing Duke who had a part in plotting against him, cursing Wyrmrest Temple, and even all the creatures in the world.

For a moment, Duke almost suspected that Neltharion was really coming back to life.

When he glanced at the calm expressions of the three dragon kings, Duke also entered the mode of watching a movie.

Sure enough, Alexstrasza couldn't stand the ugly appearance of Nelthario's remaining soul anymore. She, bathed in the morning sun, seemed to be transformed into the sun. It was obviously a cold hum, but it made people feel that there was a gorgeous sense of blazing in the voice.

"Enough! You are an evil fallen person who betrayed the entire dragon clan and violated our eternal mission. It seems that if you are left alone, even if you become a dirty ghost dragon or corpse dragon, you will continue to harm the world."

Facing Alexstrasza's roar, Neltharion's remnant soul still didn't care: "So what? I don't accept it! Even if I fall into the deepest part of hell, I will still use my way to show you hypocrites Revenge of the predators—yes! That’s right! I should be the winner! As long as I get your eggs, I can create more new breeds of dragons, and I can use my evil art to purify this already low A world occupied by other races."

The Red Dragon Queen was furious for a moment.

Neltharion is indeed dead, but his spirit has not completely dissipated.

One of the most important reasons why this Dragon Clan Ceremony is held is to vent your anger, and then correct the three views for the Dragon Clan and Dragon descendants.

Even if Neltharion died, the remaining half of his soul was so stubborn, of course she could just destroy this rebellious black dragon king. But in that case, the effect of preaching will be greatly reduced!

Malygos said suddenly: "Let's hold the ceremony. I scolded him for seven days and seven nights, and he has no regrets."

Nozdormu: "I have no objection."

But Alexstrasza is not willing!

The traitor who had fought against him for 10,000 years was finally subdued, but this guy looked like a spiritual fighter even after he died.

How can she relieve her anger like this?

How can the tens of thousands of dragon sons and grandsons calm down?

Fighting against the Black Dragon Army for thousands of years, could it be the result of this half bucket of water?

no!

Absolutely not!

At this time, the Red Dragon Queen suddenly thought of Duke: Yes, that kid has the most evil ideas.

Suddenly, the Red Dragon Queen sent a sound transmission, and Duke was also drunk.

"Hey, Duke, if you can help make that crazy dragon plead guilty, or make a big fool of himself, sister, I owe you a big favor!"

"It's a deal."

Seeing that Duke agreed so readily, Alexstrasza really regretted it a bit, did he promise too easily? But so many sons and grandsons below are watching, if Neltharion is driven out of his wits like this, maybe there will be more betrayals in the future.

Gritting her teeth, the queen admitted.

Duke shrugged and said, "Oh, Neltharion, I have to pity you."

The remnant soul of Neltharion laughed loudly: "Pity me? Haha! I am the Supreme One! Why should I let you pity me!"

Duke shook his head and said with a look of "I read a lot, I won't lie to you", "Because you have nothing yourself. Even your idea of ​​purifying the world and becoming the sole ruler of Azeroth is an ancient god." N'Zoth brainwashed you. You are a poor wretch without self-will."

Neltharion scolded angrily: "Fart!"

"Would you like to admit it, it's all the effect of the whispers of the ancient gods."

Neltharion insisted: "There is absolutely no such thing!"

"Well, as long as you are willing to do a small experiment in front of everyone, as long as you pass this experiment successfully, I will let you go!" Duke's voice fell.

The other two dragon kings quit.

Really let Nesario run out and become a corpse dragon or something, it is definitely a super scourge!

For a moment, they wanted to object. But there was a sudden approval from the two female dragon kings in the sky: "Leave it to Duke."

"Okay!" Neltharion agreed.

"The experiment is very simple. As long as you repeat the sentence 'I have no brain' a thousand times, and then I ask you a question, and you can answer it correctly, then you pass the test."

then……

"I have no brains! I have no brains! I have no brains..." Neltharion's enigmatic brainwashing voice echoed throughout the temple.

At the moment when the thousand repetitions were completed, Duke suddenly shouted: "Nesarion, do you have any brains!?"

Neltharion said without thinking, "I have no brains!"

"Pfft—" Thousands of thousands of giant dragons spewed out their breath.

I'm in a bad state, sorry