Upon seeing this, Yanlong gave up the last hope in his heart.

"If it's "End Dragon", in such a situation, I will definitely follow the same path as me..."

At the last words, Yaron Lev left Levy's lair.

The pure white dragon essence raised its head and kept seeing the pitch black dragon essence flying further and further, as if to remember the figure of this old friend in his heart.

Lei Jin Levi knew very well that it was also the most visionary dragon among the dragon species.

Although the Dragon Essence species currently occupies the top power sequence of this world, they are not at all weaker than those with the gods. Rushing to overwhelm the result of the war, there is no other way but to wipe out.

"Aron Lev, it is precisely because Master "End Dragon" will follow the same path as you, it will die under the gun of the God of War..."

Lei Jin Levy curled up his body, half-squinted his vertical pupils and muttered to himself.

"I don't have the ambition to dominate the world, nor the chain reaction of hatred. Because I think that compared to the continuation of the dragon essence, those are not at all...such a statement, you will definitely not agree with it..."

If Yanlong regards the "dignity" of the dragon essence as the meaning of survival, then Conglong is for the more essential, survival of life.

The two represent different ideas, and naturally they cannot be reconciled.

but……

At least for now, let me wish you a safe return...

Regin Levy closed his eyes.

...

In the shattered gloomy dream, Xinke Nierbalian stepped on the floor made of flat stones and kept walking towards the tallest building in the center of the city, the Star Clock Tower.

She has long no longer put on the gorgeous vestments of Hua Guanqing.

As a priest of the **** of disaster, she wore a noble lady's costume similar to the eighteenth century, with a long dark gold skirt and red high heels, which brought her a special charm.

As she moved forward, there were some faceless people wearing weird windbreakers passing by from time to time, but they didn't have any doubts about her, as if she had long been accustomed to the existence of Xinke Nielbarian.

Nightmare species, no matter how harmonious we get along, I'm still not used to it...

Xinke Nielbarian sighed secretly.

As a spiritual race, the Nightmare species advocates "silent communication" most of the time, which makes the whole body of the Nightmare species often surrounded by a sense of silence.

As you get closer to the clock tower, there are fewer and fewer nightmare species.

After stepping into the main hall of the clock tower, there was only one nightmare species that Xinke Nierbalian could see.

With a tall body and a burning spiritual power like a flame, Lawrence, one of the three leaders of the Nightmare species, "Burning Ember", is standing in the middle of the hall, looking up at the statue of the God of Disaster carved by his own hands from the dragon bone.

"This is such a rare visitor. Miss Neil Barren."

Lawrence knew who was coming without looking back.

Xinke Neilbarian knew that this was the convenience brought by the nightmare's natural ability "Mind Perception". I am afraid that Lawrence knew her position as early as when he entered the dreamland.

"Long time no see, Lord Lawrence."

Xinke Nielbarian bowed slightly.

"This time, Lord Rope's important matter has been completely completed, I'm here to report it, and I will bother you to notify it in advance."

"Don't be so restrained, you and I are equal." Lawrence waved his hand.

"My Lord Creator has given this order. If you arrive, you can meet him directly without any notification."

"Yes."

Farewell to Lawrence, Xinke Nielbarian stepped on the wooden ladder and climbed continuously, slowly entering a magical mist.

"Fog of Death" Inzaen Nibia.

The fantasy seed that used to be the target of the Mori Jingjing, now as the "Apostle of the Dream God", manages the city for Rope. Let Xinke Nielbarian sigh that things are impermanent.

——Just like Mori's betrayal of the creator.

The white mist gradually thickened, and the girl stopped. After a while, when the white mist dissipated, she had reached the magnificent top door.

The door opened automatically.

Xinke Nielbarian stepped into the abode of the gods without any rudeness.

In the center, below the throne, the girl half-kneeled.

"Xinke Nielbarian salutes you, the **** of great disasters, fears and dreams..."

On the Black Iron Throne, the **** of calamity in the outside world was rumored to be more and more terrifying, and the young man with black hair and blue eyes showed a gentle smile.

Chapter 25—The Power to Fear "Blood"

Xinke Nielbarian is not the kind of procrastination.

Moreover, in front of her current lord god, the young girl of the Mori species did not dare to drag her feet.

Speaking the most detailed results in the most refined language, when he sold his former creator "God of Nature" Kainas cleanly, Xinke Nielbar won the first place for ten years. This task is over.

Take a long sigh of relief.

"That's it, it turned out to be like this..."

Luo Pei put his hands on his legs lightly, tilted his head and smiled at the young girl of the Mori class.

"Is it to be said that Cainas is stupid or crazy, and wants to replace "true nature" with the essence. He thinks too much of himself, right? Even Artesius didn't equate himself with "war". Where did it come from the courage? "

"The creator of the Mori Jingse was so naive. When I came to this conclusion, I didn't know what expression to make..."

Xinke Nielbarian sighed slightly, his expression was very complicated.

After all, the Mori essence was created by Kainas...

The creator was eroded by delusion, and the young girl of the Mori class naturally felt embarrassed.

"However, this is good news for you. Kainas keeps splitting the essence for his delusions. After being reborn, theoretically, his power must be damaged."

"What about the preparations?"

"It's over. Mori's soul stone and Kainas have basic resonance, and the "Soul Call" is hosted by me personally. You only need to provide the power that we don't have. "

Although it was not the first time, Rope still sighed that he was the leader of the country (race) at a young age.