Dragon Soul

Meanwhile, the fog was deep.

The materialized death rushed over, and countless vengeful spirits entangled the master, forming a scarlet sea of ​​blood. The blood waves surged and wanted to devour everything around. Any creature that crashed into this sea of ​​blood would be immediately assimilated by the [Holy Weapon] and become one of the thousands of vengeful spirits.

The monster, also covered in bright red, was wrapped in blood, and only half of its body could be seen covered in intricate patterns. These patterns intertwined with each other, outlining an extremely seductive and enchanting flame pattern that attracted those who saw it.

If you look closely, you will find that all the patterns grow out of the flesh, and every time it is injured, the patterns become more gorgeous. The red-haired young man's eyes are covered with blood, and his pupils turn into ferocious beast pupils. His eyes can only accommodate the huge creature that is attacking him. Then he stirs up the entire sea of ​​blood to resist it.

The sea of ​​blood raised huge waves to the sky. The red-haired young man stepped on the ground and jumped up. The ground beneath his feet cracked, and what flowed out was not lava but the illusion of sticky blood. The sharp murderous aura pierced the skin and pierced directly into the opponent's body.

The jellyfish-like, light and transparent monster had no reaction to this. Every time its transparent tentacles fell, rocks broke and splashed. Millions of tentacles combined together to form a vast barrier.

Although the mica tentacles were damaged to varying degrees, it was obvious that they had just experienced a tough battle. But they could still calmly withstand the impact of the sea of ​​blood. The human soul embedded at the end had a painful expression, and the breath of resentment and pain was overwhelming. The domains of both parties were surprisingly similar.

Yunmu has accumulated thousands of years of wronged souls, and with the presence of the Monster Lord, he is not afraid of the control of the [Holy Arms]. The scarlet blood thread melted away as soon as it touched his body. With the armor opened, he had no reason and was completely a beast that fought head-on. If he could not crush it with force, he would be slowly dragged into the quagmire.

As the two sides fought, even if Oleus was strong, he had to give in. The scarlet domain was gradually worn away, leaving him with many wounds. If it weren't for his strong recovery ability, he would have died on the spot.

The Monster Lord did not make a move, but stood aside leisurely, not worrying at all about who would be the winner of this battle. The human roared inhumanly from his throat, but his feet suddenly went limp.

The long battle consumed too much blood. The trapped beast roared and tried to stand up, with murderous intent in its chaotic eyes.

Mica naturally agreed, giving the opponent the honor of the final blow. Transparent tentacles spread outward, revealing an extremely terrifying huge mouth under the flesh.

It is hard to imagine that such a light and soft creature actually has a huge mouth like a black hole, with tiny sharp teeth spiraling inside, one circle after another to the deepest point. When its limbs shake, the abyss mouth rotates like a meat grinder, which is extremely terrifying.

Countless tentacles attacked Oreus, without fear of blood assimilation and contamination, the only goal was to capture the opponent.

He intends to eat the human in front of him directly!

The injured beast panted, with a furious look on its face, and kept tearing at the troublesome tentacles. Yunmu was not worried about this. The greatest weapon of mankind is wisdom. If there is no wisdom left, it will only be food.

He had enough patience, and wasted the opponent's strength like a cat catching a mouse. The beast's knees softened, and it fell heavily to the ground. It opened its mouth and bit the approaching tentacle fiercely, wishing to eat it alive.

Yunmu didn't care about this, and more tentacles attacked the opponent. The prey staggered and fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Just when he was about to succeed, the red-haired young man's eyes flashed with clarity.

He attacked suddenly, and the blood wave condensed into a cleaver and cut towards the tentacle, and the transparent tentacle broke on the spot. The opponent turned around and ran away without hesitation, contrary to his desperate attitude just now.

Yunmu swung his tentacles in anger, but he didn't expect that the other party would suddenly regain consciousness. The Monster Lord chuckled and said, "Quite smart."

Yunmu is the SSS-level monster that has followed him the longest, and is not on the same level as other monsters. If the existence of [Aoki no Tsuki] and others are gods that have survived from the old world, then Yunmu is a foreign god that he brought to this era on his own initiative. It is nothing short of a fantasy for a mere Oreus to want to kill him.

His target was originally the opponent. He glanced at the skeleton dragon's corpse and hesitated for a moment.

"The last dragon species left over from the old times..."

The black mist moved towards the dragon skeleton, ready to dissolve it. A blood-red light suddenly burst out from the skeleton of the bone dragon. The red runes rolled, emitting a strong sense of repulsion. The monster master had a calm expression, and the black mist pressed the space bit by bit, and the blood-red light became dimmer and dimmer.

The frequency of the dragon bone's trembling became faster and faster, until a dragon's roar sounded in the void, as if it had startled something untouchable in the dark.

The deafening roar sounded like a cry from the wilderness. The same sound came from somewhere deep in the dark fog. The sound was distant, lonely and angry, like a weeping elegy.

The dragonborn in the east looked up with surprise. Something resonated with their blood, as if filled with anger and sorrow. Many dragonborn listened blankly, until they saw their companions beside them with tears streaming down their faces, they realized that their eyes were wet without them noticing.

The Dragon Clan leader hesitated for a moment and made up his mind: "I will go to a secret place. Your Majesty must know what is going on."

"Don't look for me, I'm here."

An old voice came from outside the door. The elderly figure looked up and saw only the sky in the east, which was about to rain.

He looked sad and angry: "This is the song of the dragon."

Whenever a dragon dies, the dragon souls will sing this song to welcome the dead soul to the Dragon Cemetery. Even if they were irreconcilable enemies in life, nearby dragons will still go to mourn after hearing the song.

The Dragon Song is also a protection for dragon souls. A dragon can hear the Dragon Song twice in its life: the first time is when it dies, and the second time is when someone tries to defile its soul.

The dragon song that sounds at this time can shock the enemy and call on fellow dragons to come and defend the peace of their companions. Any dragon that hears this song will immediately go there. The dignity of the dragon must not be violated!

Dragonborn cannot trigger the Dragon Song. Only purebred dragons can enter the Dragon Tomb. And now there is only one dragon that can possibly trigger it.

His Majesty said in a cold voice: "Something happened to Nidhogg. Where are the dragonborns guarding it?"

"On the western border. The young dragon wants to take them over to help with the defense. I'll contact them now."

"Oh, they can't even take care of a baby dragon, what do I want them to do! Go find it now, if the baby dragon is really in trouble, they can die as an apology!"

In the dark fog, the lonely dragon song still echoes.

Two giant dragons appeared on Nidhogg's corpse. One had red-gold scales, which reminded people of how majestic it would have looked in its entirety. The other had emerald green scales, lush plants hanging from its horns, and an extremely cold gaze.

The dragon souls of the gold dragon and the green dragon appeared on the dragon's accident at the same time. The dragons, who were supposed to be enemies, roared at their enemies angrily. The overlord of the old times roared at the monster lord with hatred!

The latter raised his eyebrows, and the black mist swirled to block the attack of the dragon soul. There was a hint of regret in his tone.

"I created this giant artificial dragon by forcibly fusing the dragon skeletons of the old era with the bloodline of this era through a contract. It's a pretty good idea. In a way, it is indeed a pure-blooded dragon. So do you want to be my enemy?"

The golden and green dragons missed their attack and spread their wings to protect the dragon carcass below. They looked at each other with human-like disgust, but they still chose to cooperate in the face of a stronger threat.

What should I do now?

The Monster Lord looked at them nonchalantly. The original humans who transformed into dragons were the strongest at the time, so dragons had the strongest talents and powers in the pre-black fog era and were once called natural disasters.

When the black fog comes, all races are heading towards extinction.

The dragons were no exception. However, to a greater or lesser extent, these powerful races all fought in the end. The astrologers selected the members who were most likely to survive, and then the strongest of the race secretly blessed them, and the power of the group was combined to help them avoid the invasion of the black fog.

Fate is never fair.

Those who affect the river of fate will definitely be backfired, and the things they expect will turn out to be worse. Therefore, these things are not completely public, and many descendants of foreign races will not know the truth of these things until the day their race dies out, or they will know nothing until they die, lamenting why their race has brought about such a devastating disaster.

"Hmm... the dragons that survived to this era, I remember there was one in a canyon, one was pressed in the black mist, and one was hidden in the human, so there were three in total."

The Monster Lord recalled: "The one in the black mist was about to fall, and the one in the human race had abandoned the dragon. No wonder you care so much about this little fellow. It is the most complete heir."

"But what's the use? Dragon Island has sunk, the dragons have perished, and even if you try your best to protect your species, it's too late. Your era has passed, and the next era belongs to the Black Mist."

The Monster Lord's words could not shake the dragon's determination. They bared their fangs and watched his every move with vigilance. Their protective heart was evident. The Monster Lord shook his head and did not insist on wiping him out.

"Even if you protected the dragon soul and prevented it from returning to the black mist, it is not so easy to revive it. Anyway, it is just a bonus."

The voice of the Monster Lord disappeared on the spot, and black mist slid past the dragon skeleton, following the traces of the fleeing prey. The huge jellyfish monster followed.

When the danger was over, the golden and green dragon souls breathed a sigh of relief in a humane way.

They looked down at the corpse of their descendant in sorrow. The green dragon was originally the dragon soul that guarded the green dragon in the Green Dragon Canyon, and had been sleeping in the dragon's body. The reason why the green dragon could live for hundreds of years without being polluted was inseparable from the help of the dragon soul.

In addition, Nidhogg is a descendant of the golden dragon and has inherited the golden dragon bloodline. He has also always insisted on justice, which attracted another golden dragon soul.

Unfortunately, the green dragon had been sealed in the canyon long ago, and did not know the truth about the continuation of the race. Because of its violent character and no contact with the outside world after being sealed, the dragons at that time did not tell it directly.

Unexpectedly, among so many children, the least capable one survived. Fearing being mutated by the Black Mist, he exchanged bodies with Nidhogg with the help of the Black Mist followers, and has been on the run ever since.

On the contrary, Nidhogg turned misfortune into fortune. With the help of profiteers, he achieved a unique body and became the only pure dragon in the Black Mist Age. Therefore, they had the opportunity to appear and complete their final mission.

As a dragon, they should soar in the sky when alive and return to the Dragon's Tomb after death. In the Age of Dark Mist, the Dragon's Tomb has long disappeared. The last thing they can do is to protect the soul of the young dragon so that it can escape being swallowed by the Dark Mist.

"I have done what I can do, and I will leave the rest to fate."

The two dragon souls exchanged in low voices, their bodies transformed into points of light and merged into the bone dragon, until the last bit of light was gone. A long wind swept across the plains, and the rustling sand and wind buried the dead dragon's body.