Caesar lowered his height to avoid a dense rain cloud. After adapting to the northern environment, he didn''t like the humid air in velost. As soon as he bowed his head, the gray brown figure of the local aborigines flashed through the forest.
Caesar was a little surprised when he learned that Crusoe invited him to meet. According to the survey, this name is quite famous in velost. He is the leader of the temple generation, that is, the head of the "prophets" respected by the local aborigines. He is known as the great sage, and his status is similar to that of the Golden King, the ruler of this land.
It can be seen that the great sage is more courageous and decisive than expected, so Caesar goes happily. He needs the opportunity to deeply understand the local situation, the reason for the existence of the rule of death magic, and what kind of power the so-called "prophet head" can have. These problems will have a great impact on the rule plan of the black dragon.
Near the appointed place, he saw the team of golden city.
What comes into view is the large-scale altar of the God Artuso. Under the 16 white jade columns of the seal Carver''s prayer, there is a prophet in black, and under the highest column, the great sage of Crusoe sits quietly in white and wide robes.
"Artuso, does this guy really exist? The locals call him the God King." Caesar hovered in the air and looked around. From a distance, he could see these little people in a big circle.
"The only one who can be called the king of God is our Father God ''o''."
Koji sneered: "what is Artuso? I haven''t heard of it. It''s either a fictional illusion imagined by the local aborigines or a second rate evil god who doesn''t become a tool."
"It''s strange that the population of vilost is not large, and its willingness is not low." Caesar wondered, "if Artuso does not exist, so far, I haven''t found any God planting faith here."
"Our calculation is wrong."
Keji sighed: "as a lost corner of gangtia, velost was almost melted, fragmented and floated to the other end of the deep sea. We thought there would be no more activities on it. Unexpectedly, civilization was bred again... In this way, life is an incredible miracle of the universe. Even God can''t know everything about it."
"I see." Caesar nodded, "go down and have a look."
"I really don''t understand. What made you so interested in these humans and agreed to start the journey of destruction, but now you have changed your mind..."
The ritual officer glanced at the great sage in the rear, looked back and waited with indignation. Just now a sentry reported seeing the trace of the magic dragon. He thought the other party should be coming soon. In his opinion, it''s embarrassing to greet a sea beast in such a big battle. The other party slaughtered dozens of tribes, but he still wants to be polite and flattering. Sometimes he really doesn''t understand what the great sage is thinking.
"I am the king''s ritual officer. No matter how ferocious the sea clan is, I can''t show a weak posture." recalling the appearance of the king of sea animals described by others, the ritual officer said to himself in his heart.
Suddenly, Caesar covered the sun, and the roaring waves arrived first. Then, the strong wind rolled up the Dragon Wings overturned the flag, and the black dragon landed.
The ritual officer opened his mouth and his knees trembled involuntarily. When he faced the existence that needed to look up 90 degrees, all his ideological activities tended to stagnate at the same moment. You should know that except the aborigines lying in the tomb, there were only those people who had real contact with Caesar.
Caesar glanced around. Awe inspiring eyes caused uneasiness and panic. The salute officer opened his mouth and forgot what he was going to say. He couldn''t help sweating from his forehead. No matter how much psychological preparation he had made in advance, it was unimaginable to face the monster pressure in myth.
Fortunately, their great sage helped him speak, and crusoen came forward: "first meeting, alien king."
Caesar bowed his head: "do you know our language?"
"A little," said crusoen, "in order to understand the enemy."
"Where''s my brother?"
"Garron nefadius, it''s fine. We agree to return it to you, but you must show some sincerity." Crusoe said calmly, "leave vilost."
"Roar, are you talking to me about terms?"
Caesar was amused and made a rumbling sound. Then he hung down and changed from standing on two feet to standing on four limbs. His huge front claws were on both sides, enveloping everyone.
The huge faucet poked over: "do you think what I told the prophets was a joke? Or do you think relying on Garon can threaten me?"
The negotiation broke down and Crusoe didn''t speak. He had expected the end, so there was no nonsense and the battle began.
The great sage shouted, took a sharp long sword from the scepter and ran at an extraordinary speed. His broad robe was surging violently, and the long sword cut into the black dragon''s neck with a cold hurricane.
Caesar was quite surprised. Looking at the costumes on the opposite side, he thought that the other party would pick up the staff and perform a spell or something next, so that he could see the specific suppression rules in the dead magic area. Unexpectedly, the so-called Great Sage rushed up directly with a sword, which was to play close combat with a 70 meter monster?
"Pa."
Just like a fly hitting the target, Caesar made a very calm swing. The Dragon claws hit the great sage crisp from top to bottom. Crusoe hit the ground heavily. The sound of bone cracking was clear and audible, and then rolled and floated to the distance.
Caesar squinted.
The other party turned over immediately. With a humanoid constitution, it should be a broken spine and broken ribs under normal circumstances, but Crusoe didn''t seem to be much damaged.
The great sage had no pain. He bathed his body with powerful power. His bones and muscles healed quickly in action. He thought about the attack of the Dragon just now and rushed up again.
Caesar watched quietly. With every difference in the strange aborigines in front of him, he knew more about the land. The great sage seemed to have become a powerful legendary soldier, but his movements were very clumsy and his skills were very rough. Caesar waved his claw again and was ready to shoot him out.
With a flash of silver emblem in Crusoe''s eyes, the clumsy prophet suddenly became a combat veteran. He approached quickly with an irregular folding and jumping route, flipped the long sword in his hand, and affected his opponent''s judgment with a dazzling track.
When the Dragon claws swept, the great sage twisted his waist and changed his position in mid air to avoid the attack.
He was greeted by a dragon flame.
Crusoen fell from the air with a flame, raising a piece of dust under his head and feet.
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"That''s it?"
Caesar twisted the great sage with two claws like pinching insects. The other party''s vitality was quite tenacious and had not died, but he seemed to have lost his ability to move.
"Thirty-four times, you haven''t played enough?" make complaints about coco.
Around them, the prophets'' faces were whiter than silk, trembling while praying, and sweat dripping down their hair tips. They wanted to escape, but they didn''t dare.
"With such strength, what courage does he have to negotiate with me and attack me?" Caesar shook his head.
"Is it hard to understand?"
"Because of ignorance. Before you appeared, he was probably the strongest life in this land. He didn''t fail and didn''t understand how stronger life existed. Just like the original tarod plane, after developing the ability of interstellar navigation, he was ready to conquer and plunder other planes. As a result, it was destroyed by a mechanical country in the adjacent Hill star cluster."
"It doesn''t matter. It''s worth noting that although his strength is weak, he has his own energy system, as you can see." Caesar brought the great sage to his eyes and observed carefully.
Suddenly, the half dead crusoen suddenly opened his eyes.