Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 208 Brave young man, go and rebel against the invincible Creator!

Simone emerged from the shadow and stabbed the sharp blade into the chest of a necromancer smoothly.

However, the other party only paused slightly.

The immortal nature of the dead meant that it was not easy to kill. A 'death coil' sprang out from the fingertips and shot straight towards Simone!

But this can't cause harm to an assassin, especially a white-blade assassin taught by Golan himself!

Don't be afraid of danger.

The shadow sheltered Simone's figure, allowing him to easily avoid the evil that originated from the Necromancer.

And Simone did not live up to this love. He broke out of the shadow and stabbed out with a dagger wrapped in a shadow as deep as thick smoke. Along with the wound caused by the previous attack, he cut it off along the waist with a swift sneak attack!

The fire of the soul is extinguished.

Simeone was relieved, but his expression didn't change.

But suddenly.

Simone seemed to feel something, his eyes suddenly turned in a certain direction, and then he gradually tightened his grip on the dagger in his palm.

A figure exuding soaring blood energy slowly walked out of the sea of ​​​​blood from the mountain of corpses, holding the ax blade upside down. The raging pressure made Simone's cheeks unconsciously slip down with a drop of cold sweat!
"Boy, what's going on outside now?"

Tezzolo looked down at the opponent.

Simone swallowed silently, recognizing that the other person was the Pirate King who had a close relationship with his teacher, and quickly spoke out.

"There is no optimism, my lord.

These skeletons didn't know what was going on. The originally neat and strict battle line collapsed on its own. Some of them were still fighting against us, but more of them chose to retreat and retreat, unwilling to fight us to the death.

Compared with before, they seem to have become..."

"It's like it's alive, right?"

Tezzolo looked calm and said what Simone meant that was vague and could not find the right words to describe it.

After the fall of Christo.

As the creator of the Necrons, he did not give any orders to his creations, nor did he let the Necrons launch reckless revenge on the living.

If it is the latter, then the Third Ancient War will break out in an unstoppable trend!
But Christo did not do this in the end. The result was that all the Necrons lost their shackles at the same time, and in a daze, individual consciousness was born for the first time.

It is a biological instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

The Third Ancient War disappeared without a trace. Tezzolo thought for a while and told Simone the processed version of the event.

“The Necrons are out of control.

Except for me, all the other warriors died in the confrontation with the Necrons, and this was despite Christo's efforts to control them.

If he hadn't pulled back from the brink and sacrificed himself in the end, restraining his creation to give up revenge on the living, a tragic war would have broken out at this moment!
Others died in the battle with the Necrons, and I was the only one who survived and carried their last wishes with me. "

Simone had a look of shock and sadness on his face.

But after just a moment of silence, Simone's firm voice reached Christo's ears, causing him to pause in his steps.

"...You are lying. Maybe others will die in the vast sea of ​​​​Necrons, but only my teacher will not!"

Just finished speaking, before Tezzolo could explain.

Simone sighed deeply and looked at Tezzolo pleadingly.

"I know that Teacher has been hiding a terrible secret from me, but this is also to protect me.

I will follow the teacher's instructions before leaving and give up pursuing this matter, and regard what you said as the truth.

But I just want to know.

In the last moments of his life, did the teacher get eternal peace as he wished? "

In his mind, he couldn't help but think of the thrilling dusk and the strong figure who instantly killed the two clones.

Tezzolo was silent for a while.

Staring into Simeone's eyes seriously, he spoke word by word.

"Of course, he is the most dangerous assassin I have ever seen. He always gets what he wants."

"That's good."

Simone breathed a sigh of relief.

Silently watching Tezzolo's back slowly disappear, after standing there for a while, his expression gradually became firmer.

"Teacher, I will give up revenge as you wish, pass on the skills you taught me, and accomplish what you once wanted to do but didn't say.

I will carry forward the way of shadow among mankind, and let every assassin in the future know that only you are the greatest king of assassins! ! "

The gears of fate began to turn.

No one will know that from today on, the 'Dawn Society', which will be deeply hated by countless nobles in future generations, will be born.

They live in the shadows and plow the dawn.

Fighting for the common people with a three-foot blade in his hand, every wanton and extravagant nobleman and even king need to worry about endless assassinations one after another in the dark night!

No matter how many times the Dawn Society encountered dangerous sieges and hunts, even if it was betrayed and betrayed, it was once on the verge of extinction.

The Order of Dawn has always been able to regain its strength thanks to the exquisite Assassin heritage passed down from generation to generation within the Order.

Licking wounds in the dark.

Re-cultivate batches of new stalkers, hiding in the shadows of every city like an inexorable nightmare, silently watching the world under the light, always ready to stab the blade for the lofty belief!
But the people on the battlefield, who are celebrating and reveling in the dissolution of a cruel war, don’t know yet.

The darkest day has arrived!

Countless undead clans are like poisons that cause endless disasters. They have spread all over the world for a long time under the leadership of still ignorant consciousness!
The most vulnerable skeleton soldiers were okay. Unless there were too many to form a crushing advantage, any transcendent could cause effective damage to them.

But the cunning necromancer is different.

They were the first to perfect their own consciousness, so they carefully hid themselves and became the masterminds behind countless terrifying conspiracies in later generations!

The appearance of any necromancer will raise the local vigilance to the maximum, and there will be many extraordinary beings who will kill them there at all costs!
However, as their numbers dwindled, the Necromancers became more cunning and cunning.

The best of them have even reached cooperation with the devils in the abyss and some of the abyss lords, working diligently to harvest souls, hoping that one day they can reproduce the great deeds that Christo once failed to complete, and let the whole world fall into the arms of the goddess of death—— !
What caused even more headaches for the later extraordinary beings.

The evolutionary effect brought about by the evolution of time can also affect the undead tribe, and many branch monsters similar to vampires, werewolves, fog monsters, and ghouls are born.

So much so that later on, there were even "demon hunters" who took it upon themselves to kill monsters.

With his solitary style and crisp killing methods, he once became a popular and wonderful story among the bards, and it has been sung for thousands of years!

The Third War of the Ancients disappeared.

Instead, the Darkest Sun has become a part of the world, and the lives lost to it since ancient times have even exceeded the damage that would have been caused by an ancient battle!
If the celebrating coalition forces knew this, I wonder if they would regret it.

But at least now.

The six warriors who went deep behind enemy lines became worthy heroes in everyone's mind.

Although he still had some doubts about Christo's lost path and his sacrifice to die for it.

But considering that it was the last warrior who conveyed the news, except for about half of the radicals, the other half still felt that the other party was worthy of the name of the brave, and it was really indispensable to reverse the outbreak of the war that affected the world!
The only flaw is.

Since that day's flash in the pan, no one knows where Tezzolo has gone.

Even the long-awaited Vrykul could not wait for the arrival of their king, and eventually became part of the unsolved mysteries of the fourth world, causing speculation and investigation by countless scholars.

Tezzolo didn't care about the speculation of others.

Having completed his mission, Tezoro carried the Blood-Slaying Death Blade and slowly walked towards Dragon Heart Island step by step.

He knew that he still had a terrifying and powerful enemy to deal with there, and after killing other clones, he didn't even have the slightest certainty!
But luckily.

After experiencing this competition, Tezzolo gained by no means nothing, and there was also a new power that was gifted to him before his death...

Without using extraordinary power, Tezzolo's speed was extremely slow, and his whereabouts were extremely low-key.It's like a sharp blade that has been carefully polished for the final battle. I am focused on seizing the last moment to strengthen myself, and there is nothing else to think about!
394 years passed.

On an ordinary morning, a simple wooden boat crashed gently onto the island.

The figure under the hood calmly raised his head, his stern pupils were like cold flames burning quietly in the deep sea, and even a trace of leaked breath carried enough pressure to make people feel suffocated!
The vast island stretches as far as the eye can see, and the dense restrictions and mysterious locks will make every intruder dead!
However, it seemed that he had already sensed his arrival.

The tower spirit monitoring the entire area did not sound a single alarm, and even quietly dispersed a path from the soul-stealing fog that shrouded the periphery, as if a silent invitation, clearly showing the way forward.

No hesitation.

Tezoro completely ignored the soul-stealing fog around him that swallowed up people's bones. This was a cold gift from the end of the world, and it was now used here by his creator.

Stride forward, every time Tezzolo takes a step forward, a section of the trail behind him will automatically disappear, leaving no room for regret.

And at the end of the fog.

A young black dragon was already waiting at the spot, looking at Tezoro with curiosity in his eyes.

But the young dragon had obviously already received the instructions from its elders, and did not do anything extra. It just waited for Tezoro to climb on its back, then flapped its dragon wings and flew towards the sacred area in the center of Dragon Heart Island!
Months flew by in the blink of an eye.

The area of ​​the entire island is so astonishing that it would not be an exaggeration to call it the fourth continent if it were not covered by space spells and mystery locks.

And when the young dragon arrived thousands of meters away from the magnificent dragon nest, the entire dragon's body was already trembling so hard that it could no longer move forward.

Just a little bit of the dragon's power left him, and he couldn't help but kneel down respectfully. Every corner of his body and soul was immersed in the majesty, and he didn't dare to go beyond it!

I didn't care about this little thing.

Tezoro exhaled a deep breath, like a warrior who was about to board the fortress for the final fight with the devil, and stepped decisively towards the dragon's nest.

The sound of his own footsteps could be clearly heard in the silent lair. The increasingly intense dragon power was like a stone weighing heavily on Tezzolo's heart, making his breathing become heavier unconsciously.

The dazzling golden light suddenly appeared.

Countless gorgeous gems that could make the most picky elves scream were randomly discarded in the boundless ocean of gold, abandoned like broken shoes.

Any gold coin used as a foreshadowing is picked out at will. It is an excellent currency with dual value of history and amount, but here it is just garbage that can be seen everywhere!
Not to mention the valuable collections that other dragons paid homage to. Perhaps the Black Dragon Lord would inadvertently waste everything and destroy it just for the sake of the immortal honor gained from a boring glance at Deathwing in his spare time. !
And Tezzolo finally got his wish and saw the figure sitting lazily on the throne again after 1821!
Everything in the world instantly turned pale at this moment, the bright golden light lost all color, and only Itarek occupied all his mind!
He still looks the same.

There is a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth when he is in a good mood, and his dark hair is a little curved. More than 4 years of time have not left any trace on his handsome face.

A pair of shining amber dragon eyes clearly reflected Tezzolo's figure.

It was as if the host was welcoming the travelers from afar, and as if he was witnessing the end of a long-awaited drama, with unpretentious joy in his eyes!
"Welcome, I know what you're going to do, and you know I know what you're going to do.

So let’s skip the boring and boring foreplay.

Let me experience what kind of fun the ultimate move you have been preparing for many years can bring to me! "

"Exactly what I want!"

A sudden burst of strength.

Tezolo leaped into the air, and amidst the deafening roar, he swung the blood-slaughtering blade that faintly emanated a sense of resistance, and slashed down on Itarek with a blatant axe!

Sitting on the stone throne, Itarek's figure remained motionless.

Just a flick of his fingers.

The sudden explosion of energy blasted Tezzolo's body into the air with lightning speed!

Only a bloody head was left, falling powerlessly, announcing the death of the winner who competed to the end!
But nothing unexpected.

Although Tezoro's physical body died, what appeared in front of Itarek was a solid soul condensed with six other soul fragments. He stared angrily and returned to his true form with a cluster of heartfire burning in his chest!
Lightly snorted.

Itarek didn't reject Tezzolo's trump card, and there was no need to shut it out.

After all, if we want to successfully reap the fruits of creating the Seven Warriors and make up for the gaps caused by the lack of souls over the years, uniting them all as one is a step that must be taken.

Just resisting Tezoro's continuous conquests in the palace of thought, feeling the opponent's aura that was far more powerful than expected, there was surprise in his tone for the first time!

"Is this Julian's 'Nirvana Ring'? I asked you why I didn't see him using it in the last battle. It turned out that it was consumed on you.

It seems your relationship is closer than I thought.

But to be able to make such a small move under my nose, is this also the effect of the unity of heaven and man? It is indeed the ultimate goal of all monks! "

This will be discovered if a third party is present.

At this moment, most of Itarek's face remained calm with a hint of pleasure. Only the corner of the dragon's eye on the right side was twitching uncontrollably, indicating that Tezzolo would use all his strength to attack fiercely!

But obviously.

Even with secret help from Julian, the gap between the two sides is still desperate!

Standing up calmly, Itarek walked towards the depths of the dragon's lair.

There, the Well of Eternity has already been opened.

Many godheads accumulated by relying on the divine power and world consciousness obtained by hunting Loa were precipitated and dissolved in it, serving as luxurious nourishment for Itarek's second explosive evolution!

Walk past a stone pillar.

The moment the figure was covered, the black-haired and black-eyed human figure quietly changed, turning into a terrifying dragon shadow projected on the stone wall and slowly walking out, even the voice of talking to himself also brought a menacing majesty to all things!

"I know all your thoughts, including your reluctance and your madness to make a desperate decision.

After all, you and I are one.

Your resistance is my resistance, and your perseverance is my perseverance.

The reason why I feel unwilling and angry because I control everything from above is simply because I have not yet met an opponent who is truly worthy of putting all my efforts into it, so I show an embarrassed attitude of having to do it!

But, Tezzolo.

Sooner or later, I will encounter an opponent like that and encounter a situation similar to yours, or even more ugly.

At that time, if I create the Seven Warriors in order to save myself, will you still have the resentment in your hearts like now, knowing that the situation is urgent?

Now it's just that the process has been advanced.

Your failure can prevent me from being weak in the future, and your sacrifice can allow me to hold on to the dawn of hope!
You and I are one.

I am very happy that you can still choose to resist in such a bad situation. This also gives me a little more confidence in myself in the future. It seems that I am more tenacious than I thought! "

Sink comfortably into the Well of Eternity.

Under the solemn control of Xiao Zi on the side, the liquid in the Well of Eternity boiled endlessly.

Before falling asleep in severe pain, before completely shattering the last traces of Tezzolo, before closing his eyes to usher in another rebirth of his own!
Only Itarek's voice sounded low.

For the unyielding consciousness named Tezzolo to dissipate and calmly say the last blessing!

“You are just a puppet, but who can say that theater is not a wonderful life?

And one day.

I will accomplish what you cannot.

Break the thread, smash the stage, kill the writer!
Devour all the gods who control the fate of countless planets, and take back the future that truly belongs to me——! ! "

The roar of a thunderous dragon, which was enough to bring the world to its knees, gradually subsided, replaced by long breathing and the sound of boiling water from the eternal well.

The dragon's lair fell into darkness.

At the core of Dragon Heart Island, there is an absolutely safe place guarded by countless powerful dragons.

Itarek slept peacefully under Veronica's secretly concerned gaze, undergoing a crucial transformation!
Do not disturb the sleeping dragon.

But when the sleeping dragon wakes up.

With a new look, he will definitely let the whole world, and even other planets, hear the dragon roar that shook the world——! !

　This chapter is 5000+, it’s past [-] o’clock today, so this is from yesterday.

　　Also, I’m asking for leave today, as a new volume is about to be released. I will use the rest day to think about the plot, and I will learn my lesson and try not to be as boring as possible (╥ω╥`)
　　
　
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