Sword of Daybreaker

Grand Duke Balogre stood on the edge of the terrace. The towering peaks of the northern mountains were all entangled by hazy clouds and fluttering wind and snow, forming a picture as if all boundaries were blurred. In such a vast landscape, even the terrace built by the boulder is faintly integrated with the sky. It seems that as long as you take a step forward, you can blend into this endless landscape.

A calm and powerful voice came from behind the terrace: "Grand Duke, the Dragon Blood Council has been handed over."

Balrogl, the ruler of the Sacred Dragon Principality retracted his gaze into the distance, turned his head and nodded slightly to Sir Gorosh Hickel who had just stepped onto the terrace: "Well, I have worked hard."

"Has the last moment arrived?" Sir Gorosh Hickel, with a thick beard and tall stature, looked at the Duke of Dragon Blood with a complicated and inexplicable look on his face, "Are you leaving?"

"The last moment is coming soon. I will arrive on the battlefield before then," Grand Duke Ballogel's voice was as low as mountains. "I can always hear two voices echoing in my mind at the same time, one of which has already begun. Weak down... It's time to leave. I have been absent for this coming-of-age ceremony for too long."

Sir Gorosh Hickel was silent for two seconds before lowering his head: "...This is your mission."

Grand Duke Barroger nodded, and did not speak for a while, only the howling cold wind blew across the mountain, and the wind was carrying snow particles from afar. After an unknown period of time, the Dragon Blood Grand Duke suddenly broke his silence: "The young dragon descendants are leaving the mountains more and more, seeking adventure in the human kingdom in the south..."

"The attraction of the new world is huge, and... the instinct to fly is deep in the soul of every dragonborn after all. This can't be changed by rewriting genes," said Sir Golos. "The human world After a war has just ended, the situation on the entire continent will change. There will be more opportunities, and the wider world... There must be more and more young dragonborn leaving the mountains."

Balroger glanced at this courtier who had followed him for many years, with a smile on his face: "You are not the same as me. You are also the'dragon descendant' born and raised in the mountains of the Holy Dragon Principality. I remember that when you were young, you also did the feat of jumping off Longyue Cliff...Unexpectedly, so many years have passed in a blink of an eye."

"Yes, for many years," Sir Gorosh's always stern face could not help but soften. He may be recalling his youth, or he may think of his daughter who is living happily in the human world. You are still so strong and full of energy, but I can't even glide anymore...but that's nothing, I can see the changes in this world in my lifetime, I'm much luckier than my parents and grandparents."

There was another mountain breeze blowing from a distance, and Grand Duke Balogre glanced at the far north. Through the hazy clouds, he seemed to be able to see the majestic and eternal storm rotating on the vast sea. A wall of clouds like a peerless barrier between the mainland of Loren and Talrond. He took a deep breath of the cold air and said as if talking to himself: "The time has come."

"I wish you a safe journey," Sir Gorosh lowered his head and said in the most solemn tone of his life. "From now on, the dragonborn will call themselves dragons."

A gust of wind suddenly swept over the terrace built by the boulder, and the pressure of the dragon came from the wind. It rose on the wind, instigating a surge of magic power to the sky, Sir Gorosh kept his head down in the wind until I heard a low and majestic voice from the distant sky: "Look up, you are dragons!"

A huge white dragon shadow rushed from the highest point of Longlin Fort to the clouds. Thousands of dragon descendants living around Longlin Fort almost all saw this unprecedented scene-they saw the dragon's wings A gust of wind swept around him, the snow on the mountains swept around him, and the magic power in the sky changed the direction, and even the clouds outlined a pale silver trajectory pointing to the far north.

Countless double sights looked to the sky from the mountains and valleys of the Holy Dragon Principality. The dragon descendants looked at the giant dragon hovering in the clouds in astonishment and even a little horror-it was a real dragon, with a body of nearly 100 meters, strong. His limbs, complete wings, it was definitely not born deformed and weakly defective dragon descendants, and in the countless years of the history of the Holy Dragon Principality, no dragon descendants have seen real dragons appear in the sky above their heads.

Is this good news? Is this a bad sign? Is this a signal from the hometown of the dragon? Or is it just a passer-by?

No one recognizes that it is the Duke of Dragon Blood who has ruled this land for countless years. In the panicked sight of the dragon descendants, the silver-white dragon circled the highest peak of the Holy Dragon Principality for several times. Then he raised his head and rushed to the northern horizon.

...

The chaotic dragon that covers the sky and the sun occupies the sky. The undulating clouds, mutated flesh and blood, crystallized bone spurs and blood-stained weapons constitute his terrifying body measured in kilometers. This is beyond the understanding of mortals and even beyond natural phenomena. The terrible existence that can be explained is galloping across the vast land of Tarrond, spreading ruinous beams and sulphur flames to the entire land in an unreasonable, purely angry and destroyer posture.

The sky during the extreme daylight period has been covered by thick smoke. The huge sun that would not fall within half a year has also been blocked by the "night curtain" created by the dragon of confusion. In the dim sky, the hot black clouds hung down. On the sea surface, thick lightning struck all the mountains and plains on the mainland--

At the edge of Tarrond, the disordered gravity has torn more than half of the coastline, and the earth curled up into the sky, in a form that violated the laws of nature, became a fragmented giant island floating in the sky; in the hinterland of the mainland, the power of the out of control gods A terrible rift leading to the elemental world was created. The material world and the elemental world permeated each other, and the living flames and surging ice constantly reshaped everything on the earth; in the sky, a gate to the shadow world was Forcibly torn apart, along with every roar of the dragon of confusion, pitch-black lightning pouring out from the gate, tearing the glorious city and continuous factories and temples of the past.

Everything accumulated on this continent in the past 1.87 million years dissipates like dust, and the glorious but musty dragon civilization is being torn to pieces by its former protectors-towering The buildings in the city are connected to the huge network of pipelines in the city, and the factories and facilities used to support the huge population of the Dragon clan... all were shattered in uncontrolled gravity storms, elemental erosion and spatial fissures.

And in this apocalyptic scene, countless dragons rushed into the sky like a tide, biting the body of the chaotic dragon like a cold, bloodless, tearless machine, and from deep underground. The missile groups launched in the coastal area created a sea of ​​fire on the latter again and again. Every minute and every second, large patches of "sand" would be scattered from the sky in the sky of Tarrond. The remains of the dragon, which are ashes, are steel weapons made by Omega, as well as the body fragments of the dragon of confusion.

This is a **** doomsday battle, and this **** battle has lasted for an unknown amount of time.

Deep underground in Tarrond, a high-speed silver-white train crashed through the protected tunnel. The train carried mechanical weapons and ammunition supplies ready for the next battle; the ancient computing center hummed constantly. Calculating the firepower arrangements for the next second and the remaining number of the Dragon Corps; the underground furnace and the doomsday factory operate around the clock, turning the steel ingots into new weapons, or recovering giants from the battlefield that can be "repaired" Long repaired and went back into battle.

And in the deepest part of this underground iron kingdom, the core of Omega is running non-stop, running calmly and efficiently-with neither the fear of gods nor the mercy of a flesh and blood individual.

As a machine, the core instructions left by its creators in its deepest place are above all else. Driven by this core instruction, it performs its last mission, like commanding Tal for more than one million years. Lund’s countless machines are in charge of the dragon legions and the ubiquitous ancient forts.

The number of legions and turrets is constantly decreasing, but in Omega's precise calculations, victory will ultimately belong to oneself.

The "Chaotic Dragon" that looked like a natural disaster has weakened. More importantly, he has broken the chain of faith with mortals, and has lost the power of divinity. He is still better than all the creatures in this world. It is stronger, but also weaker than at any stage in its own history, and those dragons who were once "believers"...every time they attacked the dragon of confusion, they are actually destroying the latter to maintain The power used by oneself.

On the west side of Tarrond, in a mine deep underground, an attack from the gods had just penetrated the last steel plate of the fortification.

A silver-white metal dome was destroyed, but for Omega... it only lost one insignificant node. There are thousands of similar nodes, distributed throughout Tarrond, even distributed Around the seabed everywhere.

Heat waves are surging in the underground base, and flames are spreading along all the pipes and passages. The distant sea gate has been opened, and the roar of sea water back into the mine is like thunder.

The silver-white egg-shaped device that has just been destroyed lies quietly in the center of the base that is about to be submerged by seawater. Its shell has been cracked. A large number of sparks jumped between its main body and the nearby wall, on the nearest pillar. Earlier, some seriously confused characters were jumping, showing a brief thought by Omega before this node was destroyed:

"The meaning of life... is to continue oneself...

"The creators...choose to destroy themselves...

"Contradiction...wrong...lack of logic...

"Error, error, error..."

The jumping red characters looked particularly dazzling in the depths of the gradually dimming base, but the faint siren disappeared in the roaring sea water and the loud noise of explosions from various facilities, accompanied by a thunderous sound, the last isolation door Washed away by the turbulent sea, the incalculable icy sea water poured into the depths of the mine, swallowing this Omega node and its remaining thinking fragments.

And throughout Tarrond, among the thousands of silver-white dome installations, Omega's thoughts continued, and this **** battle...also continued.

...

The former headquarters of the Dragon Tribunal, the alpine city of Agundor has been completely destroyed. The powerful gravity storm shattered the once towering mountains and rolled up everything on the mountain and the city at the foot of the mountain.

A huge building is tumbling in an uncontrollable gravity environment. It has a magnificent transparent shell. The overall shape is like a nest and an ellipsoid like a giant egg. On the edge of the building, there is still a little left in the huge neon device. Energy, flashing characters that are indefinite, pieced together an incomplete word: XX Arena.

A huge black body suddenly hung from the clouds. The body divided the arena building into two like a sickle. In the successive big explosions, a golden figure rushed out under the cover of the remains of the building, towards it. The surface of the huge limbs spit out hot flames and powerful lightning, and then fled to the side in a thrilling manner.

This is a golden dragon. He is stronger and larger than most dragons. The surface of a hundred-meter-long body is covered with ancient rune brilliance. The various features on its body show that this golden dragon has been in the dragon society. He has an extraordinary identity-but at this moment, like other dragons on the battlefield, his original emotion has been lost in those huge eyes, and only mechanically cold eyes are left.

The fierce battle was raging, but suddenly, the action of the golden dragon stopped.

His eyes seemed to recover a little bit of emotion, and driven by this trace of emotion, he raised his head. He saw the chaotic dragon entrenched in the sky making a crazy and chaotic roar, and lavender surging among the low and dim clouds. Lightning, the body of the chaotic dragon is full of cracks, and there is light shining in the cracks-it is like a certain critical point, indicating that this **** battle has reached the final stage.

A powerful breath quickly approached from another direction, and a huge body almost the same size as the golden dragon rushed out of the gunpowder smoke. This was an already extremely old dragon - he might have been a black dragon, but it was a long one. Time and depth of transformation have turned almost all of his scales into gray-white, and a large number of naked-eye implants and modified structures are all over his body, which makes him almost look like a dragon with flesh and blood. It's a pile of flying steel.

"Hragor!" the old dragon said, with a low voice like thunder, "Quick! We won't be awake for long!"

Hearing the shouts of old friends, the golden dragon Herragor couldn't help but look at the "head" of the chaotic dragon, as if trying to find a familiar sight from the crazy chaotic substance, but he Found nothing.

The urging sound of the old dragon came from the side again: "Hurry up! Balogel is almost here!"

Herragor retracted his gaze toward the sky. Driven by his newly rebuilt self-consciousness, he resisted the sense of loss of control that seemed to tear his soul deep in his heart, and then he did not hesitate to join the old gray-white dragon. Turned around and rushed to the distant sea.