A huge and irregular shadow shrouded the earth. The adventurers raised their heads to see what new things covered the sun, but they saw only large armor like scales, inverted triangular wings like blades, jagged bones and sharp barbs.


    It Moors in the sky and the air rumbles.


    "Another dragon!"


    "Black dragon!"


    The adventurers made a few sporadic screams, while more people were speechless. Their hearts seemed to be run over by the rolling flood. The shock was not only that they saw two dragons in a day, but also from the sense of oppression on the verge of death.


    When the huge body of the black dragon appears, it seems that the whole world is squeezing in all directions, making you feel that your body is distorted and flattened. Fear, anxiety, tension and trembling are mixed together, making your throat and tongue lose the function of making sound and speech.


    This is not long Wei''s suppression, but more like the insignificance and powerlessness when staring at the whole abyss.


    The Golden Dragon Stannis also felt it. His whole body was flaky, his body trembled involuntarily, trembled and said hesitantly, "Zu... Zu Dailong?"


    "No, aladdia has only one ancestral dragon, blue dragon Alex." Caesar lightly denied, "I''m a black dragon, Stannis, have you forgotten?"


    "... black king."


    Stannis certainly remembers that Caesar tangrian, after seeing him, the Golden Dragon weakened more than one head in momentum.


    For the only real dragon emperor in the north, different regions and races have different names. Most of the violent species in the North call it "king of the dragon" and "black emperor", while the metal dragon and ELF dwarfs call it "king of the Black Wing" or "black king", which is also an embodiment of camp differentiation.


    "Why, you seem scared?"


    Caesar said as he pulled out the two heads of the mora giant snake together with the spine in his body: "don''t worry, you know I have a good feeling for the metal dragon family and have a good relationship with the platinum Dragon God."


    Good shit!


    Stannis tried to wipe away the blood splashed on his face. Damn black dragon, you stole dragon eggs and modified the inheritance account. Your majesty Bahamut hasn''t settled with you yet. Don''t look familiar with everyone... By the way, what''s the matter with him just now? This guy seems very excited to hear that Monet is queldore''s war weapon against the dragon?


    The black dragon''s body is 50 meters long. It is large enough among the giant species existing in ayladia, but it is still a long way from Monet. Even so, the black dragon still has an absolute advantage in strength.


    His "small" body easily pulled the nine headed giant snake around, like pulling a huge ball of cotton. Monet''s original heavy body and rapid speed almost no longer exist. He was allowed to twist at will by the Black Dragon Emperor. Only the landslides and rolling stones brought by the collision of his body can see some of its real weight.


    Although it has the self-healing ability of evil things, the hydra is not unable to feel the pain. The head and spine are pulled out together. The sharp pain in the cone heart makes it more ferocious and tyrannical, madly attacking any living creature in the line of sight.


    Nothing can resist the tsunami like body, except greater pain.


    Caesar grabbed it hard, and then tied several knots on the head of the ugly monster with his neck, which made Monet more angry, but the more he struggled, the more painful it was. After a while, the pain subsided. He was a little afraid and curled back to return to his half plane.


    As a result, half of it was drilled in and pulled back by Shengsheng. One head was lost again. The pain made Monet''s tail beat the ground desperately. The thorns seemed to usher in an earthquake, and the mountains shook again. The already sparse mountain path did not know how many collapses.


    Monet stared at Caesar, opened his healed mouth, screamed hysterically, and the cold moisture ran through the valley - frozen space.


    Then its face was smashed. Caesar directly shook his tail to shut it up and said to Stannis, "you just told me that this monster is a created weapon of war?"


    "The evil creation of quildore."


    Stannis nodded: "this is a race that can only be described as crazy. The idea of enslaving the real dragon makes them go to the end. After the Great Dragon God and the powerful Dragon Queen come, these guys still don''t know what to do and want to resist. Monet is the synthetic beast created by the ignorant quildore with the God of IO as the template."


    Caesar looked at the roaring Monet snake on the ground and said, "not at all."


    "It does seem so now."


    Stannis agreed: "but at that time, Monet was the most feared enemy of all dragons. Without taboo, queldore created the cornerstone of God, divine fire, and successfully implanted it into Monet. Now... Maybe it has lost too many things for too long, so it has become like this."


    "Wait!"


    Stannis said, inadvertently seeing the black dragon''s brighter and brighter eyes, suddenly shouted, "Caesar, what are you thinking? No, don''t think about those who have nothing, kill it! Quildore''s technology is far beyond the reach of this era. It won''t become your puppet. You''re playing with fire and setting yourself on fire!"


    "I''ll kill it, but not now."


    Caesar no longer looked at the Golden Dragon and landed on the ground. The nine colors spit out their breath and hit it directly. The gorgeous colors constantly light up and extinguish on the black dragon''s body. The energy that can annihilate the river is on the black scale like armor. It just stirred up a little water spray and immediately disappeared and calmed down.


    Until Monet''s giant snake dried up, the black dragon didn''t move.


    Caesar looked down at the half of his body that was completely breathing. At this time, it was completely covered by the black and red lava shell. Some scales melted and dripping, and the tingling burning sensation was feeding back to the nerve.


    It''s just a legend. It''s much weaker than azrils.


    Caesar''s body was repairing quickly and showed the same self-healing ability as Monet, but he still sighed.


    The strong colonization armor is becoming weak. If heimeng hasn''t moved, he has to find a way to upgrade himself... This idea flew out after a circle in his head. He still has many other things to do.


    Caesar approached the giant snake, easily tore open Monet''s space blockade, stepped on it, and cut the skin and flesh into the bone marrow with sharp claws.


    The black dragon held the spine of Monet''s giant snake, whispered, flapped its wings, and lifted the monster hundreds of meters into the sky in the crimson flame. "The platinum Dragon God''s mortal enemy is Tiamat, and my enemy is also Tiamat. You should be very happy when I take it away."


    "No! That''s different, allogeneic dragon. You can''t understand what happened in that era..."


    Stannis roared in despair. Now the gap between him and Caesar is like a natural moat. Rashly stopping the Black Dragon Emperor is tantamount to dying. Monet was taken away. He can only watch the disaster happen and can''t do anything.


    Boom.


    The giant snake continued to twist and struggle, and then was pressed by Caesar to collapse a mountain. After that, it was quiet, and was carried away by the black dragon in the rolling smoke.


    Flying at high speed is a terrible thing, especially without any protection. When Caesar''s speed exceeds the sound, the violent air flow becomes as sharp as a blade, leaving holes and holes in the snake. Meanwhile, Monet tried to break free from the shackles by using his psychic space ability several times, but with little effect, Approaching the demigod''s body is hard for legendary creatures to shake.


    When Stannis hurried away with the adventurer and was ready to pray to his God, Caesar also grabbed the snake and returned to his kingdom, the tuhala desert.


    The Giant Claw stepped on Monet''s raised back neck and stepped one head into the sand. The other eight were forced to bow and bend down. The strength of always maintaining the rolling posture made the cartilage of the cervical spine howl, and only the hard bones were still trying to support the fragile blood vessels and nerves.


    "Well, I don''t think the wisdom of the legendary monster is lower than that of the dog headed man. You should be able to understand me."


    Caesar stared at the snake with hatred and ferocity in his eyes and said, "do you spit it out or do I take it out of your stomach?"


    Monet obviously understood. He stared at the black dragon for a while and strangely calmed down. The previous pain seemed to teach him a lesson. After pausing, the big snake slowly opened its mouth and vomited something from the head close to Caesar.


    What is spit out is a branch, but it is difficult to describe its beauty, holiness and solemnity even with all adjectives, but it can also use only a few words - the branch of the world tree.


    "Be obedient."


    Caesar put away the spotless twigs, removed the claws on the top of the giant snake and treated it like a pet: "next, let''s talk about you, Monet. You heard what the Golden Dragon said. I want to know how quildore created you?"


    "Quildore has nothing to do with me." this is the first time the giant snake opens his mouth. Although his voice is astringent, it is very clear: "I am a derivative."


    Caesar was a little surprised.


    "I''m Monet Hydra," said the snake calmly. "The mother says I''m the child most like it. From your reaction, it''s right."


    Yes, the nine headed serpent never admitted that he was Monet, but because of its final appearance and swallowing yukrasher, Stannis''s cognition deviated, and Caesar was also biased.


    This can also explain why the nine headed giant snake looked like an ignorant newborn. It was really just born, not the war weapon nearly 10000 years ago as Stannis said.


    Caesar slowly raised his neck and took a breath: "since it''s just a derivative."


    "You want to kill me?"


    Hydra raised her head and looked at the Black Dragon: "but we still have to thank you. Yukalahir is a small part of the seal and a gift from Monet. Barlow, anubarak, me and other derivatives will revive again with the awakening of the mother. At that time..."


    When the Dragon flame sweeps away, all are ashes.


    "Does it have anything to do with me?" Caesar glanced at the branches of the world tree, then spread his wings and returned to the black winged capital.


    At the same time, in the uninhabited area of the taboo mountains of the EBO Kingdom, tiny cracks are spreading on the ground, and the space is shaking coldly, as if some unknown creature had hit the material barrier.