Chapter 306 The Strongest Dragon After Evolution

“Boom——!!!”

The horrible friction sound spread in the air and echoed in Jibril’s ears. Such a powerful sound was enough to shatter the internal organs of the beastman’s strong body, but it was just the movement of the dragon king named the Final Dragon.

The towering mountains kept moving, staggered and lifted up, turning into a shape similar to a creature.

And below the mountains, there were huge waves that were raised up, but quickly fell down under the influence of gravity.

The waves roared and roared, rising from the ground and rolling around.

They squeezed one after another, expanding the scope of the already deep strait again, and rolling up countless gray dust.

But compared with the huge body, these waves rolling back were too slender and too small. They broke at the touch. In the blink of an eye, they turned into white waves and fell into the deep gully under the dragon.

The light cast from the sky was hidden, leaving only the endless darkness.

That was the body of a giant dragon that covered the sky and the sun.

This was the first dragon spirit species born from the remains of the God-like species that created the world, inheriting the power of the other party, and also the strongest dragon king.

The End Dragon, Hatirem.

Jibril had hunted dragon spirit species before, and she had met Yanlong, who was also a dragon king, several times, but compared with this body that dimmed the sky, the two dragon kings were not at the same level at all.

She finally realized why the End Dragon was considered by other races to be a strong man who could be on par with Master Artosh in the past.

In the past, she felt that this pitiful idea was only a group of low-energy races who did not really understand how strong Artosh was, and only praised something that was not worthy of the name in order to save their self-esteem.

Now, Jibril understood the origin of this statement.

It was not because those races had no vision, but because the Dragon King in front of them had surpassed the level they could understand. From the breath emanating from this huge body, Jibril realized that even the Gods could not hurt him.

When the opponent did not take the initiative to attack, and you could not even break the defense, it was meaningless to argue about who was stronger between the God of War and the Final Dragon, because they did not even have the qualifications to judge.

This desperate gap made the so-called sixteen races more like small fish and shrimps to set off the power of the Dragon King and the God of War.

Roland stood, his eyes like an ancient well, calm, the wind swept through him with a cold breath, and the power that distorted the surrounding time and space continued to spread, but these did not blow up the waves in his eyes.

He did not show any surprise at Hatirem's strength, nor did he have any awareness of the war he had just declared.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I chatted with little Jip for a while because her words were very interesting."

Although we were still some distance away from the valley, it was nothing compared to Hatirem's huge body.

The same was true for Hatirem. Contrary to its huge body, its breath was surprisingly peaceful. It moved its huge dragon eyes lazily and stared at Jibril.

"It doesn't matter. I haven't seen such glorious wings for a long time. It's really amazing. In my eternal life, I actually have the opportunity to see the wings of troubles. It seems that the empty god has not changed at all."

But the arrogant speech still angered Jibril. Although she couldn't say that she was loyal to Artosh, she always had a similar view that she would pull Artosh off the throne sooner or later, but this was different from Artosh being despised.

Especially when the other party was a miserable loser, he survived because of Artosh's kindness.

Jibril said with a smile twisted with anger, trying her best to suppress the urge to release the power accumulated in the past few days in one breath.

"Except for the reptiles in front of me who are saying words that I can't understand at all, I can't see any extra troubles."

"Oh?"

Hatirem's voice was full of amazement from the heart, and his eyes were filled with joy, and then the space began to shake.

"I see, has it so quickly stained the existence around you?"

The Dragon King, whose laughter was enough to shake the space, said affirmatively, and even the ancient words before began to turn into human language familiar to Roland.

"Little Wing, your shining light is enough to move me. If I make you unhappy, I apologize to you, but I will not take back my words. Facts are facts."

"Artosh's emptiness comes from his concept. As a god, he is destined to be bound by this shackle. In comparison, the little devil with a sword is much richer in emotions."

Hatirem stared at Jibril, and his eyes were like an intellectual old scholar observing some incredible phenomenon.

"However, judging from how you have become, he will surely take off this empty title in the future."

"Communicating with lizards is indeed an unsolvable problem,"

Jibril smiled brighter after hearing this.

"I am really looking forward to the tragic situation of you being attacked by the backlash of the collapsed power before your defeat."

Hatirem understood Jibril's meaning.

"In other words, Yuyi, do you think you have found a way to break through me?"

"Of course," Jibril said fearlessly, smiling confidently: "The dragon spirits are powerful because they exceed the limits of common sense, but after seeing through this trick, you who don't know the limits can't escape the fate of self-destruction."

The essence of the dragon spirits is reflected time and space, and as for the flesh, it is just a container for the converged time and space to stay.

But because of this, if the scales are pierced, as long as a little power is injected into the container, it will be infinitely magnified, and finally cause its own destruction.

"Although I can't do it, with the power of Lord Roland, without the cover of the deception, you will definitely win."

After saying this, Jibril suddenly felt a comfortable touch on her head.

Roland, who was still interested just now, rubbed Jibril's head and laughed.

"Although I am very grateful for your confidence in me, the result of victory is indeed destined, but the process of the crusade is completely wrong."

"Huh?"

Jibril was stunned and looked at Roland in confusion.

"You are right about the secret of the dragon spirits. This idea is not useless even when facing other dragon spirits, including the remaining dragon king, but it won't work against Hatirem."

"When fighting, you will study as a weak person, but once you win, you will easily get carried away. Looking down on others is also your weakness."

Roland explained in a gentle voice: "The essence of this method is to destroy itself after being run away by uncontrollable power, but if Hatirem is really just a person like other dragon spirits, shouldn't it have died in Artosh's hands long ago?"

Artosh had defeated the Final Dragon, which is an ironclad fact. Combined with the nature of the dragon spirits, Artosh's defeat could not stop after breaking Hatirem's scales. He must confirm that he can shatter the body that serves as a container and leave injuries before he will be satisfied.

And letting the power of the god of war resonate in the container, even the body of the Final Dragon will definitely not escape the fate of destruction.

"But since it didn't perish, doesn't that mean..."

The distress on Jibril's face was replaced by surprise, and she was about to say something but stopped.

Roland leisurely added to the unfinished words of the little girl.

"It can gather its strength much longer than ordinary dragon spirits. In fact, this matter is proactive for Hatirem, because it is likely to be able to take control of the moment of its birth and even the moment of its death."

"Sharp eyes."

Hatirem admitted this with a happy voice.

This means that even if it suffers an attack that will really hurt itself, it will not self-destruct like other dragon spirits. Even if it encounters a situation like the siege of the spirits, when the enemy has exhausted its strength to break all its defenses, it will have to face its real second blood bar. If it is not destroyed before that, all previous efforts will be in vain.

This is the reason why Hatirem can be called the strongest. He does not need to use a follower dragon like other dragon kings to make up for the weakness of the dragon spirits who are afraid of siege.

In addition to being the strongest, it is invincible.

The ruthless facts made Jibril feel indignant and fearful, but before these two emotions spread, they became indescribable feelings in Roland's words.

"It's not your fault, little Jip, your thinking is correct, but you are limited by the conditions and vision and can't find the elements that can be used for workarounds. Given the same conditions, I will not doubt that you will win. This is something to be proud of."

Obviously, he is the one who really has to face the Final Dragon, but he still has the mood to comfort himself. In terms of arrogance, Lord Roland is no less than himself, right?

Jibril chewed on this sentence repeatedly, but did not say it out loud to refute Roland. Instead, she savored the wonderful feeling mixed in her heart, and the excitement in her eyes became more and more strange. In the end, she just folded her wings obediently and landed behind Roland.

Unpredictable changes...

Looking at Jibril, who has been running wildly since she broke away from the setting of the Flügel, and even began to get rid of the shackles of fate, Hatirem laughed happily, and then looked at Roland who was also looking at her.

"Welcome, the unknown one who seeks lost souls. I have been waiting for you here for fifteen thousand years."

"The ability of future vision is really a rip-off," Roland sighed and shrugged, "So, this is why Artosh let you go?"

"Yes," Hatirem breathed heavily, "Dragon spirits can see the future to a certain extent. Generally speaking, the more relevant the future is to oneself, the clearer it is, so we don't have much desire for this war."

As dragons that control time and eternal life, dragon spirits can basically predict when their fate of death will come.

Time cannot escape the constraints of the web of fate. Because of its own nature, Hatirem knows this better than other similar species.

The reason why it chose to participate in the war was not because it wanted to resist or comply, but simply because it wanted to witness it.

As the strongest dragon, it wants to understand what the strongest is, just like Artosh.

Therefore, after knowing that she would be defeated by Artosh, Hatirem took the initiative to step into the vortex of fate, and was happy to get what she wanted.

"When I noticed that my destined death fate would fluctuate fifteen thousand years later, I begged Artex to spare my life."

Hatirem said calmly: "In the logic of continuous time, people who transcend time and space can actually appear. For our existence, this turn of events is like a miracle sent by God. We must try it."

"Out of compassion for the weak and curiosity about the other world, Artosh also leniently agreed to my request."

"So, what is your purpose?"

Roland raised his own question.

"It depends on you." Haretim said warmly, "After changing my own destiny, this is the end of my destiny. Only you, who are unpredictable, can lead my destiny to the same unpredictable direction. The ending, this one-time experience, is really curious.”

Hatirem didn't lie. He could even accept death calmly. He didn't even resist when faced with his own fate, which allowed Artesiu to control his strength. The aftermath only destroyed the mountain that was originally located here. Otherwise, the two The noise of fighting between people is not so small.

"Really? But my answer is still not going to change. You are a strong person who will hinder me, and you are also a chess piece that I must get on the way forward."

Roland said without hesitation, "So, I'm going to kill you."

"Hahaha——!" After a brief moment of astonishment, Hatirem laughed, raised his head and raised his wings. "I'm rude. How can a warrior who tries to control time and surpass the universe stop moving forward?"

"Since we are on the battlefield, fighting is the only truth."

Time and space began to distort, and Hatirem's huge body rose rapidly. Like the Flügel, it was difficult to push such a huge weight, even its pair of wings that seemed to cover the world.

By fixing one's own coordinates and repelling time and space to move, this is the usual method of dragon spirits.

When a strong man like Hatirem moves, the surrounding space and time are spontaneously torn apart and distorted.

"However, be careful! Strong man! What you are facing is no longer the Hatirem who was destined by fate in the past! Compared with the original me, the fifteen thousand years I have spent waiting for you are too long. It has indeed become my strength!”

The world roared wildly, the ocean beneath their feet was boiling, the sky was falling apart in flames, and even the void could not withstand such power, and cracks burst out.

Hatirem roared.

"Just see with your own eyes the posture of the most powerful dragon after evolution!"

Such a familiar scene reminded Roland subconsciously of Enkidu, who was once known as the Lock of the Sky. The scene at this moment was the same as the opponent's posture when he released the Noble Phantasm.

Then, in Roland's excited eyes, Hatirem spoke out the prelude to the war in obscure language.

It was immeasurable and unfathomable, and the majestic etheric magic power came out of his body.

"Crush it—!"

Just a simple word caused an invisible storm to rise from the earth, awakening the breath of the planet.

The next moment, everything in the world spontaneously rushed towards Roland, swallowing him up in a light that could shake the times, and disappeared without a trace.