Is it really the black emperor?


    Everyone showed frightened and expectant eyes. Even Caesar was a little surprised. It seems that this is not just a fraud organization.


    Two ferocious orange eyes stared at all the people present. It seemed that there was a liquid flame flowing inside, shooting the light of choosing people. Then there was the dark upper and lower jaw. It slowly opened its mouth, and the dense serrated tusks were all over the scarlet throat.


    With the appearance of the dense fog, people can see the whole picture of it. It is a huge dragon. Its scales are polished smooth and shiny. Its wings are stacked behind its back. Small spikes spread from the narrow front kiss to its back. Rows of horns stand out on its back. The whole is compact and thin, but it shows a faint sense of strength.


    Caesar finally knew why the God''s emblem worn by these believers looked so uncomfortable, because it was not him at all, but a portrait painted according to the description of the guy in front of him.


    "Praise the king of black wings!"


    The masked man made a long cry and fell on his knees. The devout believers behind him were Hula and kneeling. Only a few new guys were still standing foolishly at a loss.


    When the young man who questioned the divine envoy saw the Dragon reveal his true body, his previous righteousness immediately hid in the darkest corner. In front of such a magnificent dragon, his words had lost their meaning. Thinking of the next tragic experience, he couldn''t help shaking all over.


    "I smell the smell of the lamb," said the dragon. His deep voice shocked the whole underground temple. The sound waves penetrated everyone''s body as if it had really come here.


    "Yes." the envoy pointed to the young man trembling and retreating with fear. "Your faithful servant has prepared a new sacrifice for you."


    "Just one?"


    The big orange eyes narrowed up and looked like Caesar''s dark golden pupils. "Not enough," it hissed. "One is not enough. I need more lambs to recover the strength I lost against the gods."


    "This is a lamb questioning you, my master." the envoy quickly explained what had just happened. The dragon in the smoke listened silently. The momentum was much more terrible than when it just appeared. Although the black smoke forming its image was still surging, its face was very clear, and even the sound made by the sweep of its tail could be heard faintly.


    "This is your problem." the Dragon stared at everyone. "If the next time you call me, there is still only one lamb ready to sacrifice, I will use you to fill the vacancy..."


    God made the face behind the mask exude sweat. He knelt humbly on the ground: "there will be no next time, my master. Now, please enjoy your lamb."


    "Don''t interrupt me! You lower creature!" the Dragon roared angrily, "I want you to lead these people present to take immediate action to realize my mother temple, or I''ll find someone to replace you, a ''blood of my blood'' who won''t fail me in such a major event."


    Caesar couldn''t help laughing. It seems that the dragon has done a lot of homework to play him. He knows that he once called those radiation dragons "the blood of my blood" in the Empire. Some nouns are also used very skillfully. Coupled with the imitation of speech tone and posture, it''s difficult for mortals who haven''t seen the king of black wings to be intimidated by it.


    "I understand." the God made me feel as pale as a dead man. "I will soon fulfill your request and never fail, great master. I am devoutly eager to serve you."


    "When you finish your task soberly, you will naturally have the opportunity to join the Empire." the dragon''s mood seems to calm down a little, "now, step back!"


    God and all believers left the altar one after another. The young people who were chosen as lambs wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but they were firmly controlled by several devout believers around. Under the frightened eyes of the young people, the stone altar gradually showed light - this is a transmission array!


    The darkness rolled, and the surrounding fire seemed to be much weaker like fear. The space channel constructed by the transmission method array was opened and a terrible head was revealed.


    Poof... Caesar almost didn''t hold his head. It was hard to recognize the projection before. When the other party showed his real body, he found that the other party was not a black dragon at all, not even an orthodox five-color dragon, but a shadow dragon.


    Playing the black emperor as a shadow dragon, this guy is really... Gifted.


    The dark curtain didn''t stop surging. It needed a lot of attention to find that it was the black smoke around the shadow dragon. It covered many parts of the shadow dragon used to identify ethnic characteristics. The shadow dragon stretched out its four toed claws from the darkness and slammed them on the platform. Suddenly, a blast of wind rushed towards the face, making the humble and prostrate believers more humble, Hardly dare to look up at it.


    The shadow dragon took a deep breath and spit out the black fog that almost enveloped the whole underground temple. It walked in the fog and wanted to enjoy its sacrifice and young lamb.


    Halfway through the journey, the shadow dragon''s eyes suddenly moved. Until then, it found that there was a different kind in its temple - a mortal who had not yet knelt down.


    The shadow dragon stopped and turned around, looked at Caesar with orange pupils, and detected the spread of spells from his body.


    Like the previous tavern attendants, because of the large strength gap, the shadow dragon only obtains the information he wants to show from Caesar''s body. However, unlike ordinary people, dragons have a more primitive survival instinct, which allows them to collect potential danger information and predict threats in advance.


    The shadow dragon observed that Caesar had a calm that was incompatible with the scene atmosphere, and the other party''s mental state was very stable. He did not produce any fear, fear, fanaticism and other emotions that believers should have for his existence, which made the shadow dragon realize that it was wrong. This guy was either stunned by himself or not afraid of himself.


    Shadow dragon hope is the first, because the second means trouble.


    At this moment, Caesar is judging the age of the shadow dragon through his body shape and characteristics. Caesar has not seen the shadow dragon before. Like the disaster industry dragon, these guys of the shadow dragon system do not believe in tyamat, but follow the night dragon marazur. Although they are not familiar with it, Caesar quickly judged that the guy opposite has just entered the old age because of the disadvantage of germline blood, It''s not even a legend.


    At this time, the shadow dragon came in the direction of Caesar. It raised its head and dispersed the thick fog on its chest, deliberately revealing solid scales: "mortal, you should kneel down and pray to your God."


    Caesar was not as frightened as the shadow dragon expected. He just stood where he was and spread his hand: "I am an unbeliever."


    "I am your God!" the shadow dragon roared. Most of the guys of the shadow dragon system are extreme. Maybe they are more irritable than the five-color dragons, or: "I am the only ruler of the northern world and the black emperor of Aladia. Everyone should tremble under my wings!"


    Caesar felt the real anger of the shadow dragon. Is this... Entering the play?