Chapter 234 War and Bloodline

The ancient city fell from the clouds.

The earth cracked and hot magma spread to the mountains.

The vigorous trees fell one by one, crushing the already softened animal bones.

The sky is dark and the earth is dark!

Countless black shadows obscured the sun.

They rushed forward, roaring, and smashed the bronze pillars that were huge enough to support the sky into two pieces.

Like two counter-currents of water, countless dragons fought each other, following the shadow of the king that was hard to see in the sky, sinking their sharp teeth and fangs into the flesh of the other, madly absorbing the power that could enhance their own bloodline.

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“What a spectacle!”

Caesar was shocked by what he saw. He looked at the red blood falling like rain, and subconsciously reached out his hand, but the dense scales in the blood passed through his palm.

"I once learned from my family's collection of books that there was a period of time in the history of the dragon clan when two kings ruled together. I also knew about the rebellion of the White King... But I didn't expect that all this would happen..."

He paused, sighed, and swallowed the shallow adjective back into his throat.

Looked up.

The broken buildings rubbed against each other, producing flames that burned holes in the clouds. The losers fell from the clouds like corpses, while the winners roared and displayed their bloody claws.

The majestic elements became extremely chaotic under the pressure of the two Dragon Kings. The [Spirit of Words] disappeared, and everything was reduced to the most naked hand-to-hand combat.

The collision of scales was like the majestic and sad sound of war drums, layer upon layer, echoing from the wilderness in the distance to the hilltops below.

So quaint!

So bloody!
And it is so full of shocking tension!

Caesar licked his lips, feeling something ignited in his blood! Even a mixed-blood could not remain indifferent in such a scene.

The black dragon watched quietly.

He stands on the broken mountaintop.

And in a ravine not far away, a gray bird with dragon-like features pecked its long beak into the dragon's corpse, bringing out a heart that was still trembling slightly.

"Does the dragon's... diet also include its own kind?" Caesar, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but ask.

In his opinion, any intelligent creature should get rid of the habit of cannibalism.

Black Dragon spoke calmly, unperturbed by the scene: "This is a necessary promotion."

"Promotion?"

Caesar made some guesses, but still raised his voice slightly to express his confusion.

During this experience, although his concept of time was seriously confused, after spending enough time with the dragon, he still discovered that this dragon was somewhat of a chatterbox.

really.

The Black Dragon did not disappoint him.

"Do you know why the dragon race, which was created based on Nidhogg as a template, has the first generation, second generation, and third generation?"

"Because a single class cannot form a society and civilization." Caesar understood immediately and realized that the facts were exactly as he had guessed. "But I can't believe that the class transition method of the dragon race is so primitive and backward."

He looked down at the ravine not far away.

The strange bird was falling to the ground in pain, its soft feathers falling off piece by piece, the membrane of its abdominal cavity extending and clinging to the wing skeleton, and its tufted tail gradually gathered and twisted into a long metal strip.

But in just a moment, a monster that took one step closer to the [Dragon Template] roared, flapped its membrane and rushed towards the still chaotic sky.

"Dragon race is considered to be brutal in your impression. Isn't it reasonable to use this as a way to advance?"

The black dragon sneered and put his claws on the slender neck.

"Besides, eating is only the most extreme measure in this situation. For us, the first-level dragon kings, we can cultivate servants of better generation with just some blood."

He pointed his claws at Caesar.

"For example, if you can withstand dragon blood of sufficient purity, or find milder embryonic blood, you can also improve the so-called bloodline level of your hybrids."

But when it came to this, the Black Dragon seemed to be thinking of something unhappy, and the golden light in his eyes became even brighter.

"I remember...Norton had a dragon servant named Samson, who was cultivated by that guy using the pure blood of the embryo when it was transformed into a cocoon. He has always been with him."

Upon hearing this, Caesar subconsciously thought of the unknown second-generation species he met in the Three Gorges and nodded casually.

……

slowly.

Blood pooled on the surface.

The mountaintops that the black dragon had grabbed had all been soaked in red.

There is still no telling when the war will end.

But suddenly!
A white meteor pierced through the night sky surrounded by dragons, and was smashed into the ground with splashing dirt and painful roars!

A hideous crack runs through this place from north to south, leaving an indelible scar on the earth.

In the sky……

All dragons begin to descend!
They lay densely on the ground, folded their wings, and pressed their heads against the sea surface or magma.

All I could see were giant beasts of all kinds.

Then!

With curtains that seem to envelop the planet.

The Black Emperor has arrived!

He stepped on the carpet laid out by the backs of his subjects, raised his neck, and roared as a victor to the world.

Countless dragons roared in agreement.

Sonorous and bright!

It's like the music welcoming the general's triumphant return!

at this moment……

Caesar no longer has time to think about anything else!
Everything in his pupils was occupied by Nidhogg.

When the omnipotent emperor showed his warlike attitude towards the world, Caesar finally understood what the black dragon said - He is indeed a life that is beyond human language and cannot be described at all!
The hideous bone spurs create an absolutely beautiful combination, the scales covered with scratches are wild and natural, and the sharp claws are stained with mottled blood beads, bringing a terrifying aura of a conqueror.

Caesar suddenly felt his mouth dry.

Even if it's just a fake scene...

Even if you only see it from a distance...

But the dragon blood flowing in his body clearly told him——

This is the absolute king!

It is the Creator who one must kneel down and greet with the most humble attitude!
Sweat dripped from Caesar's forehead, and just fighting his instincts made his veins bulge.

……

Click~
But this time.

Just as Caesar was biting his teeth so hard that his gums were bleeding.

Nidhogg moved again.

He used his supreme power to expand the crack and dragged the dying White King out of it. He growled, lowered his head and began to madly tear at the White King's flesh and blood.

He ate so seriously that his scarlet tongue licked every bit of flesh and blood between the bones. Even if it was just dirt stained with blood, Nighold would swallow it all into his stomach.

Afterwards, He flew to the distant sea with His hard bones, and used His supreme authority to attract cold currents from both the north and south ends, freezing the dragon bones with His soul attached in the dark sea.

After doing all this, Nidhogg suddenly broke the ice, rushed in and out of the sea with sadness and anger, and finally flew into the sky, lying on the snow-covered peak again, closing his eyes and never moving again.

"Is it over?" Caesar asked with difficulty, breathing heavily, his hands on his knees.

“I guess so.” Black Dragon said, “Next, it will be the winner’s turn to control the spoils.”

"Spoils of war?" Caesar was surprised.

But when he followed the black dragon's gaze and looked into the distance, a cruel scene instantly made him understand what the so-called spoils of war were.

The black dragon said slowly: "In history, this rebellion ended with the failure of the White King. And all the dragons who followed the White King were given as rewards to the subjects who followed the Black King." He looked at the bloody scene in front of him without caring.

On the broken surface, the defeated party knelt down and endured the victor's brutal bites on their flesh. They remained motionless until they were completely eaten.

"How cruel." Caesar sighed in a low voice.

"Cruel?" The black dragon sneered.

He spread his membranous wings, bathed in the blood rain that was gradually stopping, and flapped his wings to fly towards the east-southeast direction.

"During the Black King's era, due to the strict laws, this could only happen during wars...and cannibalism became more frequent after the Black King's death."

The black dragon's voice seemed ethereal in the wind.

"The death of the Black King emptied the most brilliant throne in the world. In order to gain more power, the number of dragons began to decline sharply due to infighting during that period."

"In order to ensure the most basic social structure, the Odin brothers took the lead, and the first generation of them joined some of the second generation to form the Elders Council. They issued an order to strictly prohibit the promotion of bloodlines and solidify the class in order to stabilize the situation."

"Odin?" Caesar interrupted, "Who is he on the throne?"

"The King of Sky and Wind." The black dragon sneered grimly, "A disgusting guy who always wears a mask and has a gloomy mind."

Caesar heard the strong resentment in His words and was very curious, but he did not want to disrupt the relationship that had gradually become peaceful over the past few days.

"Oh, by the way. What's the name of the old man with a folding knife in your school?" Heilong suddenly asked.

"Jackknife? You mean our headmaster? Gilbert Jean Angers?"

"Ange," the black dragon repeated, its hard scales colliding with each other in the wind. "That old fellow has a secret technique that can improve bloodline... a secret technique that was completely banned during the time of the Elders Council... I guess he must have dug it out from some ruins."

Caesar noticed something unusual in his tone, frowned, and asked, "Is it my illusion? Why do I always feel that you are very disgusted when talking about the Elders' Council? Aren't you also a first-generation species?"

"But I'm not from the Presbyterian Church."

The black dragon looked towards the gradually approaching destination. Everything on the broken earth was reflected in his golden pupils, making the sound he made become very light.

"At that time, my brother and I were already dead..."

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The White King rebelled, and war flags were raised everywhere.

This is a battle that affects the entire dragon clan!

But for the first generation with a respected status, they have the right to watch from the sidelines and stay out of it.

The king of the earth and the mountains sleeps beneath the earth.

The king of sky and wind disappeared into darkness.

……

but.

On the vast land mass.

Another battle between kings...

It also came to an end at this time——

Norton bit the black snake's half wing, swung his neck to tear it off, then pierced through the twisted muscle fibers and broken bones, and pressed his heart tightly with his shining bronze right claw.

"Black Snake! Remember your name! You are just a snake, not even a dragon!"

Norton looked down with the attitude of a victor, brushed aside his shattered scales, bit the black snake's neck, and sucked its vital blood in big gulps.

The black snake bit Norton angrily, but its sharp teeth lacked bite force and could not penetrate the other's bronze-covered body.

"enough!"

The sudden cold shout made the claw that was about to crush the black snake's heart pause.

"Leviathan?"

Norton looked up at the dragon hanging in the air and sneered, "Are you here to save this loser again?"

Leviathan descended to the ground, and his powerful hind claws cracked the ground. His face was calm: "Black Snake is not a waste."

"Huh?! Not trash?"

Norton's scales trembled as if he wanted to hear a joke.

But suddenly, He stopped, His pupils were raging and His expression was ferocious.

"A fellow who is destined to be nothing more than food is not worthy of the title of Dragon King!"

"To judge value by cannibalism..."

Leviathan was silent for a moment, and looked at Him coldly, "Norton, have you decided to eat Constantine?"

"...That's right..."

Norton's eyelids trembled and he struggled a little, but soon became more determined.

"That's right!!"

The muscles on his face bulged like bronze, his iron tail smashed the ground, and he lowered his body and roared as if to vent his anger.

"These are all necessary! Only by replenishing power and strength can we climb towards a greater direction!"

But Leviathan just looked at Norton, who was shouting at the top of his lungs, and said softly, "Well, why don't you eat?"

Norton's huge body paused for a moment.

"Based on my understanding of Constantine, He will not refuse your request, right? Even if you want to eat Him." Leviathan continued.

Norton's golden pupils became more and more violent. The ground under his other claw melted into magma, but was offset by the water element.

"If you care about the Black King, then isn't this war the best opportunity? As long as you beat Constantine into the White King's support, I think Nidhogg won't care about these trivial matters."

Leviathan used his calm eyes to tear open His hysterical shell: "But what about you? You ran out to duel with the black snake at this great opportunity... Ha! Are you looking for an excuse for your escape?"

"Shut up!!!"

The sudden roar cracked the surface rocks!
Power so hot that it emitted white light gathered in Norton's mouth, but a moment of distraction caused him to be bitten on the neck by the black snake.

He was caught off guard and was pulled away from his spot by a tail.

The mountain wall in the distance was suddenly hit and covered with dust.

With a roar, Norton spread his membrane wings and floated into the air, looking coldly at the finishing Leviathan.

"Just wait! One day I will use a more perfect gesture to tell you what is the right choice."

After a brief confrontation, He made a final statement and spread His wings to fly to a deeper continent.

——The war is over.

Leviathan lowered his head and saw the seriously injured black snake. Anger flashed in his dragon eyes, "Why don't you let me help you?"

"Why should I ask you for help?" Black Snake straightened up and asked back.

The unbalanced elements were controlled by Him, and He repaired his broken body. "Leviathan, we dragons have always advocated fair confrontation in our conflicts."

Leviathan frowned: "But..."

"No buts!"

The black snake interrupted directly, staring at Him with suppressed pupils, "Or, in your heart, you just think of me as a snake that infiltrated the dragon clan?"

Leviathan closed his mouth and was speechless.

The black snake brushed past Him indifferently, and walked towards the sea at the distant horizon with blood.

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Black Dragon deliberately chose the time point after the fatal battle, just because he didn't want to recall the unbearable past of losing to Norton.

But at this time He was still in a terrible mood.

"What does this mean?" Caesar, who only saw the back half, tapped the scales: "Snake...does it have any special meaning?"

The black dragon was silent.

In the distance, the strong wind brings the scent of the sea.

Looking down at the Black Snake and Leviathan falling one after the other...

The first time He did not answer.

(End of this chapter)