Demon Lord Priest II

In the huge and ancient ruins, in front of the eight-headed magic light bones that have been dead for many years, there is a dialogue that is of special significance to many people.

One side of this conversation is the demon king who has been sleeping in this abandoned land beyond the time and space of the lead years, and the eight-headed demon dragon who possesses the set of evil kings.

On the other side is a traveler wearing a pale yellow desert cloak, standing alone in front of the huge skeleton of the eight-headed dragon.

"Do you mean to wake me up? My son, the heir to the blood of the dragon?" The eight-headed dragon who woke up from a long slumber looked at the traveler in front of him with sharp eyes.

Even if he had died without all the corpses, only the last powerful dragon hún and some of the wreckage remained here, it was still the king of the dragons who once sat on the top of the continent, the legendary super powerhouse.

"..." The traveler from afar responded to the eight-headed dragon's query in a complex and obscure language, which was not the language of humans, but the language of the world's oldest race, the language of dragons.

State, sure enough, it's those useless old guys who made you come. No matter how many times I say it, my [answer] will not change, I will not return, and I will never go back to that island again. "

"Dragon Tomb, it means nothing to me, the glory of my ancestors, what a joke, my power belongs only to myself, and it doesn't matter to those who died."

Obviously, the news brought by the traveler made the eight-headed magic dragon Kashu very dissatisfied. Although it was indeed born in the dragon family, what few people knew was that it had betrayed from Dragon Island.

A boring race and a system of origin, you have to be allowed to do anything you want, it is the rules and regulations that it hates the most, and it leads the Demon Dragon clan who yearn for a free life to leave Long Island and become unique.

Plundering, forcibly taking, living according to one's own will, not being bound by others, not being taught by others, even if they die, they will die happily. This is the life of the eight-headed demon dragon Kashu.

It once had the opportunity to build a true dragon empire on the continent, just as the dragons ruled the continent in the distant days of the Dragon Wars. However, it disdains to do such a thing. After forcing various races to build the city for it, it uses it as a nest and lives its favorite life.

When I'm hungry, I go to the mainland to grab something to eat: I'm tired of rolling around on treasures, I go to grab more and more exotic treasures: When I'm bored again, I go to various countries to catch a few princesses, and then wait for those The country sent ransom money to redeem the people, and in the middle also dealt with some so-called brave men who thought they were good and ready to crusade it.

This carefree life continued for a long time, until one day, a human with a great sword began to challenge it.

In human legends, the guy called the Brave solved it with just one battle. In fact, the two fought many times. From the beginning, it had a slight upper hand, and the two were evenly divided. In the end, its strongest defense was destroyed, which lasted for nearly ten years.

I have to say that that guy is really strong, and his recovery ability is also very abnormal. In the final battle, he strengthened the Noble Phantasm that was not very strong to an incredible level.

That sword is indeed a good sword. It has watched it grow step by step, and finally shattered its invincible defense and finally killed it.

In terms of pure destructive power, that sword is probably already the strongest Noble Phantasm in the world, and it doesn't feel any resentment when it loses to that sword and that person.

In fact, in the latter part of the Demon King's Age, it was one of its few pleasures, even more enjoyable than locking up pretty or not pretty princesses into the city and slaying the confident so-called heroes.

I don’t have such a clear memory of what happened after my death. When I woke up, I only saw the wreckage of myself that was torn apart, dragon blood, dragon crystal, etc., all missing, probably by Carl’s little boy.

Zidang took the spoils away.

Fight to the end if you should, and never be soft on what you should take. This is the style of the legendary brave man, Karl. I heard that he also has a strange hobby of invading houses on the road of adventure. After his death, he became enthusiastic about it, and every once in a while, he would send someone to persuade him to return to Dragon Island and enter the legendary dragon tomb.

I don't know what the idea of ​​these old-fashioned dragons is, but I never saw them so kind when it was alive to beat them all over the place.

"..." The traveler who came from afar did not give up, but continued to say something in the dragon language. This time, the content was more and more complicated than before, and it also carried a lot of unique low-pitched words.

"What? The snake of the earth is waking up? And the fish of the wind..." This time, the eight-headed dragon raised its spirits. Even for it, who used to be the devil, the first few beasts in this world also have object of great attraction.

The snake of the earth sleeping in the earth, the snake of the sky in which space no one knows, and the fish of the wind in the dreamland. No doubt it is one of them.

"So it turns out, those old guys are actually scared, actually scared! Hahahahaha, useless guys, the older they get, the more they go back, the older they get, the more timid they get! It's ridiculous, it's too ridiculous." Kashu's voice became more and more The bigger it gets, eventually to the point where it shakes the entire city.

"These guys who think they are the smartest in this world are not even as good as mere human beings. Back then, that kid Carl didn't even look at what race I was, he came over with a sword, just because of some unknowns. omen, they are afraid of that!"

"Hey, you immortals, this is also considered an ancient dragon? Don't laugh at me!" The figure of the eight-headed dragon began to condense into reality. Eight huge dragon heads looked at the end of the sea in the east, and sixteen dragons All of them had the same sarcasm in their eyes.

"Okay, then let me see what this world is going to look like. After Osiris died, you won't have a decent horn in this group of good dragons. Now let my eight-headed dragon be in this world again. Resuscitate once!" The huge body of the eight-headed dragon lowered its head and looked at the small figure under him. This is the body that those good dragons have prepared for themselves, and the carrier of the return of the strongest evil dragon Kashu.

Gee! How is it a woman, forget it, it's just a carrier anyway, you only need to have a trace of its blood.

"Are you ready? Dragon Vein Reincarnation, I won't be polite."

"..." The simple dragon language replied beside the traveler, and then a magic circle began to spread under her feet. ! .