Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 942

Seeing this, Yan Long gave up his last hope.

"If it's "Master Final Dragon", under such circumstances, he will definitely walk the same path as me..."

With the last words, Yaron Lefe left Regin Levi's lair.

The pure white dragon spirit raised its head and watched the pitch-black dragon spirit fly farther and farther, as if it wanted to engrave the figure of this old friend in its heart.

Regin Levi knew very well that it was also the most visionary dragon among the dragon spirits.

Although the dragon spirits currently occupy the top power sequence in this world, they are not a little bit weaker than those races with gods. There is no other way but to completely destroy the result of the war.

"Yaron Leif, just because Lord "Final Dragon" will walk the same path as you, it will die under the gun of God of War..."

Regin Levi curled up his body, half-closed his vertical pupils and muttered to himself.

"I don't have the ambition to dominate the world, and I also eliminated the chain reaction of hatred. Because I think, compared to the continuation of the dragon spirit, those are nothing at all... Such a statement, you will definitely not agree..."

If Yanlong regards the "dignity" of the dragon essence as the meaning of survival, then Conglong is for the more essential, the survival of life.

The two represent different ideas and naturally cannot be reconciled.

but……

At least for now, let me wish you a safe return...

Regin Levi closed his eyes.

...

In the fragmented and gloomy dream, Xinke Nierbalian stepped on the floor made of flat stones, and kept walking towards the tallest building in the center of the city-the Star Clock Tower.

She had long since ceased to wear the gorgeous cassock of Hua Guanqing.

As the priest of the God of Disaster, she wore a noble lady's dress similar to the eighteenth century, with a dark golden long skirt and red high-heeled shoes, which brought her a special charm.

While walking, there were some faceless people wearing strange windbreakers passing by from time to time, but none of them had any doubts about her, as if they had long been used to the existence of Xinke Nierbalian.

Nightmare species, no matter how well they get along, they are still not used to it...

Xin Ke Nilvalen secretly sighed.

As a spiritual race, the nightmare species advocates "silent communication" most of the time, which makes the nightmare species often surround themselves with a sense of silent fear.

The closer you get to the clock tower, the fewer and fewer nightmare species.

After stepping into the main hall of the clock tower, the only thing Xin Ke Nilvalen could see was a Nightmare.

With a tall body and spiritual power burning like a flame, Lawrence, one of the three leaders of the nightmare species, "Burning Ember" was standing in the center of the hall, looking up at the statue of the God of Disaster carved out of keel by himself.

"This is a rare visitor. Miss Neilbarien."

Lawrence knew who was coming without looking back.

Xinke Nierbalian knew that this was the convenience brought by the Nightmare Species' innate ability "Psychic Perception". Lawrence probably knew her position as early as when he entered the dreamland.

"Long time no see, Lord Lawrence."

Xin Ke Nilvalen bowed slightly.

"This time, the important matter ordered by Mr. Luo Pei has been completely completed. I am here to report, and I would like to ask you to inform me first."

"Don't be so restrained, you and I are on the same level." Lawrence waved his hand.

"The Lord Creator has given orders. If you arrive, you will go to see him directly, and there is no need to report."

"yes."

Farewell to Lawrence, Xinke Nierbalian stepped on the wooden steps and continued to climb up, slowly entering a magical thin mist.

"Fog of Death" Inzayn Nibia.

The phantasmagoria who were once targeted by the elves are now managing the city for Rope as the "Apostle of the Oneiroi". Let Xinke Nierbalian lament the impermanence of the world.

——Like the betrayal of the Creator by the elves.

The white mist gradually thickened, the girl stopped, and after a while, when the white mist cleared, she had already arrived at the magnificent top gate.

The door opened automatically.

Xin Ke Nilvalen stepped into the residence of the gods without the slightest disrespect.

In the very center, below the throne, the girl half-kneeled down.

"Xinke Nierbalian pays tribute to you, the great god of disasters, fears and dreams..."

On the Black Iron Throne, the outside world rumored that the god of disaster was becoming more and more terrifying, and the young man with black hair and blue eyes showed a gentle smile.

Chapter 25 Fear of the Power of "Blood"

Xin Ke Nilvalen is not the type to speak in a muddle.

What's more, in front of her current main god, the elf girl doesn't dare to be sloppy.

Use the most refined language to state the most detailed results. After selling his former creator, the "God of Nature" Kainas, Xinke Nierbalian's ten-year first task is over.

Take a deep breath.

"So it turned out to be like this..."

Luo Pei put his hands lightly on his lap, tilted his head and smiled at the elf girl.

"Should it be said that Cainas is stupid or crazy, and wants to replace the "true nature" with the essence, does it think too highly of itself? Even Artoxiu didn't equate himself with "war", where did it get the courage? "

"The creator of the elves is so naive. When I came to this conclusion, I don't know what expression I should make..."

Xin Ke Nilvalen sighed softly, with a very complicated expression.

After all, the elves were created by Kaynas...

The Creator was corrupted by delusions, and the elf girl naturally felt embarrassed.

"However, this is good news for you. For its delusions, Cainas continues to divide the essence. After reappearing, theoretically speaking, its power must be damaged."

"What about the preparations?"

"It's over. The soul stones of the elves and Kainas have basic resonance, and I personally preside over the "Spirit Calling", you only need to provide the power that we don't have. "

Although it was not the first time, Luo Pei still lamented that it was a person who became the leader of the country (race) at a young age.