Chapter 1031： Battle of Ripping (1/2)

Grand Duke Balogre stood on the edge of the terrace. The towering peaks of the northern mountains were all entangled by hazy clouds and fluttering wind and snow, forming a picture as if all boundaries were blurred. In such a vast landscape, even the terrace built by the boulder is faintly integrated with the sky. It seems that as long as you take a step forward, you can blend into this endless landscape.

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

Balrogl, the ruler of the Sacred Dragon Principality retracted his gaze into the distance, turned his head and nodded slightly to Sir Gorosh Hickel who had just stepped onto the terrace: "Well, I have worked hard."

"Has the last moment arrived?" Sir Gorosh Hickel, with a thick beard and tall stature, looked at the Duke of Dragon Blood with a complicated and inexplicable look on his face, "Are you leaving?"

"The last moment is coming soon. I will arrive on the battlefield before then," Grand Duke Ballogel's voice was as low as mountains. "I can always hear two voices echoing in my mind at the same time, one of which has already begun. Weak down... It's time to leave. I have been absent for this coming-of-age ceremony for too long."

Sir Gorosh Hickel was silent for two seconds before lowering his head: "...This is your mission."

Grand Duke Barroger nodded, and did not speak for a while, only the howling cold wind blew across the mountain, and the wind was carrying snow particles from afar. After an unknown period of time, the Dragon Blood Grand Duke suddenly broke his silence: "The young dragon descendants are leaving the mountains more and more, seeking adventure in the human kingdom in the south..."

"The attraction of the new world is huge, and... the instinct to fly is deep in the soul of every dragonborn after all. This can't be changed by rewriting genes," said Sir Golos. "The human world After a war has just ended, the situation on the entire continent will change. There will be more opportunities, and the wider world... There must be more and more young dragonborn leaving the mountains."

Balroger glanced at this courtier who had followed him for many years, with a smile on his face: "You are not the same as me. You are also the'dragon descendant' 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 Longyue Cliff...Unexpectedly, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye."

"Yes, for many years," Sir Gorosh's always stern face could not help but soften. He may be recalling his youth, or he may think of his daughter who is living happily in the human world. You are still so strong and full of energy, but I can't even glide anymore...but that's nothing, I can see the changes in this world in my lifetime, I'm much luckier than my parents and grandparents."

There was another mountain breeze blowing from a distance, and Grand Duke Balogre glanced at the far north. Through the hazy clouds, he seemed to be able to see the majestic and eternal storm rotating on the vast sea. A wall of clouds like a peerless barrier between the mainland of Loren and Talrond. He took a deep breath of the cold air and said as if talking to himself: "The time has come."

"I wish you a safe journey," Sir Gorosh lowered his head and said in the most solemn tone of his life. "From now on, the dragonborn will call themselves dragons."

A gust of wind suddenly swept over the terrace built by the boulder, and the pressure of the dragon came from the wind. It rose on the wind, instigating a surge of magic power to the sky, Sir Gorosh kept his head down in the wind until I heard a low and majestic voice from the distant sky: "Look up, you are dragons!"

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

Countless double sights looked to the sky from the mountains and valleys of the Holy Dragon Principality. The dragon descendants looked at the giant dragon hovering in the clouds in astonishment and even a little horror-it was a real dragon, with a body of nearly 100 meters, strong. His limbs, complete wings, it was definitely not born deformed and weakly defective dragon descendants, and in the countless years of the history of the Holy Dragon Principality, no dragon descendants have seen real dragons appear in the sky above their heads.

Is this good news? Is this a bad sign? Is this a signal from the hometown of the dragon? Or is it just a passer-by?

No one recognizes that it is the Duke of Dragon Blood who has ruled this land for countless years. In the panicked sight of the dragon descendants, the silver-white dragon circled the highest peak of the Holy Dragon Principality for several times. Then he raised his head and rushed to the northern horizon.

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The chaotic dragon that covers the sky and the sun occupies the sky. The undulating clouds, mutated flesh and blood, crystallized bone spurs and blood-stained weapons constitute his terrifying body measured in kilometers. This is beyond the understanding of mortals and even beyond natural phenomena. The terrible existence that can be explained is galloping across the vast land of Tarrond, spreading ruinous beams and sulphur flames to the entire land in an unreasonable, purely angry and destroyer posture.

The sky during the extreme daylight period has been covered by thick smoke. The huge sun that would not fall within half a year has also been blocked by the "night curtain" created by the dragon of confusion. In the dim sky, the hot black clouds hung down. On the sea surface, thick lightning struck all the mountains and plains on the mainland--

At the edge of Tarrond, the disordered gravity has torn more than half of the coastline, and the earth curled up into the sky, in a form that violated the laws of nature, became a fragmented giant island floating in the sky; in the hinterland of the mainland, the power of the out of control gods A terrible rift leading to the elemental world was created. The material world and the elemental world permeated each other, and the living flames and surging ice constantly reshaped everything on the earth; in the sky, a gate to the shadow world was Forcibly torn apart, along with every roar of the dragon of confusion, pitch-black lightning pouring out from the gate, tearing the glorious city and continuous factories and temples of the past.

Everything accumulated on this continent in the past 1.87 million years dissipates like dust, and the glorious but musty dragon civilization is being torn to pieces by its former protectors-towering The buildings in the city are connected to the huge network of pipelines in the city, and the factories and facilities used to support the huge population of the Dragon clan... all were shattered in uncontrolled gravity storms, elemental erosion and spatial fissures.

And in this apocalyptic scene, countless dragons rushed into the sky like a tide, biting the body of the chaotic dragon like a cold, bloodless, tearless machine, and from deep underground. The missile groups launched in the coastal area created a sea of ​​fire on the latter again and again. Every minute and every second, large patches of "sand" would be scattered from the sky in the sky of Tarrond. The remains of the dragon, which are ashes, are steel weapons made by Omega, as well as the body fragments of the dragon of confusion.

This is a **** doomsday battle, and this **** battle has lasted for an unknown amount of time.

Deep underground in Tarrond, a high-speed silver-white train crashed through the protected tunnel. The train carried mechanical weapons and ammunition supplies ready for the next battle; the ancient computing center hummed constantly. Calculating the firepower arrangements for the next second and the remaining number of the Dragon Corps; the underground furnace and the doomsday factory operate around the clock, turning the steel ingots into new weapons, or recovering giants from the battlefield that can be "repaired" Long repaired and went back into battle.

And in the deepest part of this underground iron kingdom, the core of Omega is running non-stop, running calmly and efficiently-with neither the fear of gods nor the mercy of a flesh and blood individual.