Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 659 I speak to this world
As Number Zero disappeared into the light, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the soul of the god was finally torn apart little by little.

Even if he has seen the treasures of countless worlds, such a god's soul is very precious to Bahamut, but he is not willing to accept such a "gift".

Heaven Mountain is not a place like the Nine Hells or the Bottomless Abyss where souls are collected everywhere. The barriers to entry in that place are very high, and the same is true for Bahamut's Kingdom of God. Not everything can enter.

Although the King of Good Dragons is somewhat greedy by nature, he is not stupid. This gift is not easy to get. There is a high probability that the soul of this powerful creature will be wiped out by the long journey on the way to Paradise Mountain.

And he will get nothing but the hatred of other forces.

The color dragons will not be stingy with their bitter words, they will spread rumors that the god of good dragons snatched the souls of gods in other worlds, and make things that do not exist in the world known.

The soul of the god was soaked in the breath of Heavenly Mountain, and together with No. [-], it turned into bright bubbles little by little. At the same time, in the real world, the world tree also began to change, and the entire dark trunk began to surge Bubbles came out one after another, and the tar-like smell began to permeate the whole world.

The will of the gods is disappearing little by little, but this does not mean that the crisis is over. On the contrary, after losing the restraint of wisdom, the body of the gods has turned into a large mass of extremely dangerous flesh and blood aggregates.

With the disappearance of his soul, World Tree's short life came to an end, but before he died, he followed the call of his instinct and started a new round of reproduction.

The black giant tree and the surrounding daughter bodies are trembling. From the shimmering leaves, small flowers bloom. The columnar flower clusters are in full bloom, and the light yellow pollen begins to spread wantonly on the ice sea in the Arctic. .

This pollen storm only lasted for a moment. Under the blessing of the power of the gods, the yellow pollen spread throughout the northern hemisphere in the whirlwind, followed by the seeds of the gods.

The flower clusters withered in the wind after blooming for a short time, and black fruits appeared in the original flower clusters. The fruits grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, they changed from the size of a mung bean to the size of a human head, hanging heavily on the tree. on the tip.

The surface of the fruit is very rough, with lines like dragon scales, and each one is filled with a sweet magical atmosphere.

The dragon blood subspecies and dragons flying from all over the world gathered together as if they had heard some kind of call, and one by one they devoted themselves to the thick trunk of the World Tree, nourishing the knots of the World Tree with their own flesh and blood. out of the fruit.

At this moment, the dragon clan that was abandoned was completely extinct. They had completed their mission as weapons, and walked into that irreversible death without fear or resistance.

After absorbing the flesh and blood of the dragons, the fruit continued to swell up. The scaled fruit skin exuded a dim light, and life was being bred in it.

The gods will die, but they will be reborn in another form. These fruits will fall into the earth, take root and sprout, and after a thousand years, the gods will return.

But how could Ander let the other party do what he wanted for such a thing.

The phantom of the brass dragon appeared above the World Tree again, and the flames began to surge in the sky. With the dragon's chant resounding through the world, fire rain fell from the sky, burning the body of the World Tree like God's punishment.

That day, the stars fell like rain, and people in the northern hemisphere saw the falling light spots on the sky, whether it was night or day, it was the fireball summoned by Ender, it was so dazzling, like a small sun.

The dragon descendants far away in China raised their heads. What they cared about, who possessed magical powers, was not the battle of the gods in the extreme north. What they saw was the power struggle between Ander and the gods in the magic net.

In the magical network constructed by the breath of the world tree, the artifact brass dragon composed of four elements is fighting with the real body of the god.

This war takes place in three different dimensions, soul, authority, and body. Ander is fighting the gods enough to destroy the world.

He wants to burn the body of the god, snatch the authority of the god, and destroy the soul of the god.

But on this battlefield for power, Ander didn't pay much attention to it. What is fighting the real body of the god is actually the remaining consciousness of the four kings in the artifact.

After removing the human part, the consciousness remaining in the authority was brutal and primitive, and Ender didn't want to contact God at all because of his endless killing intent when facing the gods.

The battle between authority is different from body and soul. This is an interpretation of the essence of magic power, just like defending a thesis when graduation from college. Whether it is Ender or God, they are just college students who are in charge of the defense.

As for the teachers who judge the scores, it is the magic power that is everywhere around them...

and the whole world.

Some scientists once believed that the earth is a special kind of creature, and human beings are just small bacteria parasitic on its skin system, and this creature is called Gaia. This is the Gaia theory.

For a long time before, Ender thought that this statement was just a sensational lie, but in the process of getting in touch with authority and gradually advancing to legend, he felt the will of the world.

The other party is eager for change, eager to bring out its inner potential.

The magic power of this world is silted up in the strata, and in the tens of thousands of meters deep underground, there are countless magic powers waiting to be mined.

The World Tree was born in such an environment. The magic power chose him, and he also assumed this responsibility. The endless magic power was mined by the World Tree with primitive and inefficient methods, and only then did the world become the splendor of today.

The real body of the god is entangled with the artifact refined by Ander, crazily devouring the surrounding magic power, and they show their understanding of magic power in this way.

Possession, greed, supremacy of force, regardless of the will of the dragon king or the will of the gods, what they want is to occupy everything in front of them, and take everything as their own, even if it is only a trace of magic power.

At this moment, Ander's broken soul appeared in this magic net, and beside him was the soul of Lu Mingfei who had fallen into a coma.

The two stood there, and Ender looked at the two giant beasts wrestling below, and their battle messed up the magic around them.

It was a fight Ender couldn't participate in, but he had his own way.

Faced with this situation, brass dragons generally like to talk to each other, so in the magic net, Ander's fragmented soul spoke, and the surrounding magic vibrated, and his voice was transmitted:

"I stand here and speak to the world!"

(End of this chapter)