Unparalleled power.


    Unparalleled will.


    Incomparable majesty.


    The black dragon slowly raised his head. The lines of inflammation on his face crisscross. It looks ferocious and terrible, but it also has an amazing aesthetic feeling. In the depths of his pupils, which are very small compared with his eyes, it seems that there is a whirling flower of the abyss.


    It waved a column sword of more than 300 meters, and the fire swept the sky and earth like an ocean tide. The whole world was shaking. Natorius stood in the flowing magma, filled with eardrums by frightening noise, and the power of towering elements almost swallowed him.


    The God of light and inflammation couldn''t say more. He looked up at the dark shadow with incredible eyes. It was clear that the emperor of inflammatory prison and the king of black wings had exhausted their strength and fell into a desperate situation with no way to escape, but they didn''t know what methods they used to recover themselves in an instant, or even become stronger.


    "Damn it."


    Nattoris retreated step by step, trying to open the distance between him and the black dragon, or he was oppressed by the incomparable majesty of the black dragon, showing his retreat in this unknown way.


    Not long ago, natorius''s blood was still filled with boiling and hot fighting spirit, but now it cooled down a little, like an invisible hell snake slowly swimming into his heart. He clearly realized that he missed the opportunity to kill the king of black wings. Without the support of believers and beliefs, he could not defeat the black dragon in this state.


    But we still have to fight... After withdrawing ten steps, natorius suddenly stopped, slowly raised his divine spear and pointed to the black dragon. If even his will to fight was destroyed, he would die here today, even without a chance to escape.


    However, the black dragon did not respond to this seemingly provocative move. It silently looked at the God of light and inflammation. The eyes were not looking at the God, but at an ordinary mortal.


    With the divine power of nattoris, it only took a few seconds to rush to the front of his eyes and make a powerful stab, but the black dragon just stared at him and stopped waving the terrible flaming sword.


    From the breath identification, we can know that earth shaking changes have taken place in the black dragon. Azrils entered Caesar''s body with strength and will, completely and completely integrated their originally different forces into a new and terrible force. The heat and toxicity in this force are destroying the flesh and blood viscera of the black dragon, At the same time, gently rebuild it.


    This combination of devil and dragon looks so powerful, but so fragile.


    "Roar!"


    It suddenly made a huge sound, as if roaring and laughing. The sound was full of happy meaning, like the Lord who fought endlessly finally grasped the power of the mainland, climbed to the top of the world, roared recklessly, and jokingly watched the overpowering reptiles disappear, with empty and arrogant expression, just like the master of King''s landing.


    From now on, no one is allowed to look up without its permission.


    After the madness, the black dragon felt a doubt: "this is not what I can do. This feeling... Is not very good."


    Then, a strong wave surged up in his mind: "no, it''s wonderful and intoxicating. Power, absolute power! Even the gods are reptiles in front of me. Die, insects!"


    The black dragon pointed to the God of light and inflammation with its slender hook toe without using the huge fire column sword, as if the weapon was just a decoration. In this short time, it has learned how to use its new power in a more precise way.


    Because he was not sure of winning, nattoris had to make a decision to defend and counterattack. Therefore, after lifting the divine spear, he was always on alert and blessed with divine skills such as "anticipating the enemy''s first opportunity" and "rapid response", so as to tighten his spirit and concentrate on waiting.


    Even so, he could not perceive his opponent''s attack.


    There is no momentum or energy response at all. The black dragon''s attack is illogical and can''t be judged. It''s like the supreme god pointing his finger on your head. He dropped the oracle and ordered you to die. You have to die without any explanation!


    The God of light and inflammation was overturned and hit the burning rock mountain. A terrible blood hole appeared in his chest, and the edge was full of scorched black marks.


    "Well, the flame can now appear out of thin air."


    "If so, Perot, can I burn to death?"


    "No, I can''t. the power of the flame is too weak."


    "Then strengthen it!"


    The spirit of the black dragon seemed to be a little abnormal. It stared at its claws and kept talking to itself. Suddenly, it found that the God of light and inflammation trapped in the volcano struggled to get up, so it grinned and raised its hand again.


    For a moment, the blood flow of natorius solidified. He felt an unprecedented crisis. The divine instinct was screaming at him and asked him to leave the place as soon as possible and escape from the great disaster in front of him.


    For the first time in his life, he tasted fear.


    After the idea of escape rose, natorius paused for a second. The power of the black dragon actually stagnated his consciousness. When he woke up again, his body had completely burned. It was a golden flame, and even his divine power was burned through.


    He wanted to escape, but... He couldn''t move.


    Natorius''s thinking speed was infinitely slowed down. It was difficult for him to understand what power it was, but he worked hard and made every effort to slowly realize a terrible fact: this, this... Will die!


    "Get out of here."


    There seemed to be an electric light in his mind, and the voice of the sun god roared in his brain. Natorius could feel a pair of warm arms around him to help him free his consciousness from the mire and separate from his body.


    Before he could speak, natorius finally glanced at the terrible figure, restrained the joy of the rest of his life, and tried to maintain calm and escape.


    "Ran away."


    The black dragon took a look at the burnt God body and looked up at the bright sun in the center of the sky, "Perot."


    "He can''t run! Catch up! Kill him! This guy dares to shoot me. He must pay a painful price." consciousness roared.


    Shaking his head: "he has paid the price, and Perot will not be better. At this time, he dares to distract and affect the material world. Talos, kungu and crazy clamor are preparing to kill him, and the great divine power will bleed."


    "It''s not over! We must kill the miscellaneous God, and the LORD God can''t save him. I''ll make his divine fire and spirit into food and feed my daughter!"


    "No, I can''t maintain this state. Now I look strong, but I''m actually very fragile. I don''t know what will happen if I catch up. At present, the urgent thing is to find a place to rest as soon as possible and squeeze azrils out of my body."


    Consciousness is still fighting: "azrils is dead. It''s his own choice. All I can do is revenge!"


    "Not yet."


    The black dragon shook his head and tried to convince himself: "but if you continue to hesitate like this, the integration will intensify over time, and I''m not sure whether I can complete the separation."


    It made a decision in its struggle, flapping its wings with fire and leaving the purgatory mountains it created.