Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 1064

"Dragon King, after seeing with your own eyes the great achievement of our Creator in unifying the races, do you feel the correctness of your judgment?"

Regin Levi slightly turned the dragon's head, and the burning nightmare was reflected in the iris.

One of the three leaders of the nightmare species, Lawrence is also the supreme leader of the nightmare species.

"I am only temporarily agreeing to your request and submitting to the God of Disaster. Don't forget, he still has his greatest enemy yet to cross. The dragon spirits need to survive, so we will stand on the side of the victor."

Regin Levi spewed out a burst of sparks, paused, and said in admiration.

"However, it is indeed a miraculous painting. I thought I would never see the end of the Chaos War era... Also because of this "peaceful" scene, I sincerely hope that the God of Disaster can win in the final battle. Changing the God of War to rule the world will only continue the meaningless war. "

"snort."

Maybe the answer was not satisfactory, Lawrence snorted softly.

Then it sat beside the huge white dragon.

"I once fought your compatriot "Yanlong King" Yaron Leif at close range, it was like a lizard with its brains burned out, and there was only anger and violence in its eyes. Before I met you, I thought that the "Dragon King" had that kind of virtue. Your judgment and straightforwardness are really unexpected. "

"Yaron Leif... Its "heart" still stays in the era of Lord Hatilem, the "final dragon". "

Regin Levi sighed.

"I don't feel sorry for Yaron Leif, but... Lawrence, if you still consider me an "ally", don't slander Yaron Lefe in front of me. Even though it is stubborn, it is still the pride of the dragon spirit , the great dragon king who composes dignity with his life. "

"Do losers have dignity?"

"The "God of Nature" Kainas and the "God of Forging" Okan were killed by the God of Disaster, and their records still remain on the earth. Their brilliance is the dignity of the loser. "

Bai Long said.

"Yaron Leif is the same for the dragon spirits."

Lawrence was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, agreeing with Regin Levi's statement.

He stood up from the canopy and looked at the central temple shrouded in a layer of sunlight in the distance.

"We, the Creator God of Disaster, and his partner, the God of Suspicion, are about to appear. This will be the first time that the Creator will show his power and appear in front of the people of the earth. As the leader of the dragon spirits, it's time to prepare to meet you."

"I understand."

"Smart Dragon" Regin Levi let out a high-pitched dragon roar.

In the sky, its subordinate dragons and the former wild dragons fell one after another, and within a short while, the tops of the ancient trees in the entire elf city were occupied by dragon spirits.

And Regin Levi flew towards the central temple.

Slowly, the huge stone door of the shrine, which was entwined with green vines, was opened.

The people in the city gradually calmed down, watching the magnificent high platform of the temple with bated breath.

Because for many people, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to look at the gods and kneel down to worship the gods.

Two vague figures walked out of the temple.

The young man with black hair and blue eyes is wearing a common black robe, holding the white hand of a young girl in his right hand, smiling, exuding a sense of majesty that all living beings worship.

Compared to the God of Disaster, who made his heart tremble, his nominal partner was much kinder.

Fan Lou wears the unique costumes of the orcs, similar to the oriental-style floor-length skirt, embroidered with golden wheat ears and shining mechanical suns, and the silver crown on her head symbolizes that she has the same status as the god of disaster and dominates the world the rights of all beings.

Under the high platform, the leaders of all races lowered their heads deeply, expressing the most humble respect to their main god.

The black-haired young man let go of Fan Lou's hand, walked to the edge of the high platform and looked down at the dense crowd below.

In fact, if it weren't for the restrictions on the capacity of elves cities, there would be an unprecedented event in the world at this time-all people of all races gathered together.

"I don't know when, I have no feeling for this kind of scene..."

Lopeto sighed.

He turned his head and said to the girl god.

"Come on, according to our agreement, the next step is your solo show, Fanlou."

"Aren't you going to say something?" Fan Lou asked, "At least 80% of the lower species below are waiting for your imperial order."

"I don't want to talk to them."

The black-haired young man waved his hand lazily.

"The specific rule is carried out by the leaders of the various races. It is enough for these guys to obey my orders, and it is enough for me to speak in person?"

"Unqualified god species."

Fanlou glared at Luo Pei, stepped on wooden clogs with little feet covered in white foot bags, and stepped forward.

Luo Pei tactfully gave up the position to his beloved wife.

The girl of the spirit species closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, majesty had already permeated the city like mist.

"You are our will, you are our brothers and sisters, your prayers are accepted by us and become the source of our actions..."

She has the concept of "please" in her spirit.

"Please" means "request" and "希" means "hope".

The combination of the two is the wish of all living beings.

Therefore, Fanlou is also a kind of god that accepts wishes and responds to wishes. From this act, she will gain strength, just as the god of disaster grows from disaster.

"There is no need to panic about the future, you will offer your wishes as sacrifices, and you will also gain the long-awaited "peace" under the rule of my partner and the God of Disaster..."

Looking at the fan building, Luo Pei couldn't help sighing.

Who would have imagined that not long ago, she was still a stupid god who stuttered after being exposed?

So, once you change your mind, you will grow rapidly. This is not a joke.

The "God of Suspicion" Fanlou is proclaiming, and all races listen.

It was not a long ten minutes, until a long time after Fanlou finished speaking, there was silence below.

It took a long time to erupt into cheers like a tsunami.

There is primitive admiration for the gods, some joy for a peaceful future, and even more respect for the great unity of the world created by the joint efforts of the two gods.

In the corner of the city, two hooded figures looked up at the gods on the high platform.