Sky Dragon Rider

"Cyril, how long are you going to keep it from my granddaughter?"

Just as the eldest princess Modai's voice left, an old voice came into the ears of His Majesty the Emperor of the Slan Empire.

"Ah! Father! Why haven't you left yet?"

Cyril was stunned to see the old emperor Mayazzo, who was supposed to leave with the princes and princesses, appeared on the balcony, looking at him for a while.

"You haven't left yet, how can I leave at ease, hum, Zhizi Mo Ruofu, what are your plans, don't think I don't know!"

The old emperor obviously meant something, he suddenly sighed and said, "Cyril! Do you really want to do this?"

There was silence on the balcony, only the breathing of the two generations of emperors and the Chief of the Inner Palace.

"Yes! Father, you have taught us since we were young that the empire is a chess game, and everyone is a chess piece on it. They can live or die, and they can do whatever they want, but the emperor of the empire is not a chess player, but also a chess player on the chessboard. There is only one chess piece, there is only one real chess player, and that is fate!"

His Majesty Cyril suddenly broke the silence and said in a bitter tone.

Everyone, even the princes who were eliminated in the previous generation, only saw the supremacy of imperial power, but they didn't know that the emperor of an empire was still an involuntary pawn on the chessboard.

Now, it was time for him, a pawn, to make a choice.

"Cyril! Sure enough, I did not choose you wrong! That's right, everyone is a pawn, and you and I are no exception."

The old emperor Mayazzo took a deep breath, as if he had understood Cyril's thoughts, but his heart was very heavy.

"What the empire needs is time. Only in this way can I buy as much time as possible for the children. I, Cyril Saint Silan, have no complaints or regrets!"

I don't know where a force surged up, and Cyril suddenly stood up from the armchair.He took two steps, supported the rock railing on the balcony with both hands, took a deep breath, and nodded vigorously to the previous generation of the Slan Empire emperor.

This qualified black-bellied emperor is not only ruthless to the enemy, but even more ruthless to himself. Not only can he sacrifice others as pawns without hesitation, but he is also the same to himself.

Even the Eldest Princess Mo Dai and the courtiers would never have imagined that His Majesty the Emperor would be so hard-hearted.

Every generation of emperors in the Slan Empire was so wolf-like that any opponent would never want them to compromise.

"Have you chosen your heir?"

The old emperor's tone was very calm.It seems to be asking a very common thing.

Fan Si, the head of the inner palace who was accompanying him, was shocked, and then he lowered his head to prevent the two emperors from seeing his red eyes and tears. His shoulders trembled slightly, and he suppressed the sadness in his heart.

His Majesty the old emperor talked about his successor with His Majesty Cyril, who was in his prime, but prematurely decayed. This was by no means a good thing for an empire, especially for him, the chief of the inner palace.

"No. Natural selection, the wolf cubs themselves choose the strongest wolf king."

As if he didn't see Vance's silent sobs, His Majesty Cyril smiled, as if he wasn't bothered by it.

What he said next made the tearful Chief Manager Vance look up in shock.

"If the final winner is Veblen. I agree!"

If outsiders knew that the current emperor of the Slan Empire still had such thoughts, his jaw might be broken.

For Cyril, although the fourth prince Veblen conspired against him.However, the blood of the Slan royal family still flows in his body. If he can defeat other princes, he will become the new emperor of the Slan Empire.Then the master of this empire is still the royal family.

As for whether it is treason or not, it is not important at this time.

"Hahaha, haha! Very good, Cyril, you are able to think like this, it seems that you are better than I imagined, that's right, let these wolf cubs fight for themselves, the Slan Empire only needs the strongest one Wolf King, that's enough."

The old emperor Mayazzo suddenly let out a burst of laughter, laughing so much that he even shed tears.

His Majesty Cyril, leaning against the balcony railing, looked calm and calm.

In order to maintain the prosperity of an empire, the emperors of all dynasties have exhausted their minds and efforts, and the scheming used is beyond the imagination of outsiders.

The sound of dragon chant came from Changguan City, and several giant dragons dragged the thick and short black object, flapping their wings and slowly rising to the sky.

Those ton-level bombs with blacked-out surfaces are the last batch of finished products not long after the ammunition workshop under Dragoon Magic Industry resumed production. They are the most powerful killer produced by the ammunition workshop, the "Daisy Cutter".

The charge of 1000 kilograms has the reputation of a miniature nuclear bomb, which can easily wipe out everything within the killing radius.

"Look, the dragon knights of the empire, and their mount companions, they are going to bomb the rebels! I hope those heavy knights of the blue dragon will like this gift."

His Majesty Cyril, who seemed to have suddenly dropped a big rock in his heart, pointed to the sky in the distance, as if pointing to the mountains and rivers, and introduced the actions just launched by the Royal Dragoon Corps to his father, the old Emperor Mayazzo.

"They're sure to love it!"

After the old emperor Mayazuo abdicated, he seemed to become an optimist, waving his hands to the sky from afar.

The sharp-eyed dragon knights immediately noticed that the eyes of the two emperors, old and new, were looking at them in the royal hall. tribute.

The originally lively workshop area of ​​dragoon magic industry has become very deserted. It is not because the frontline battle situation has taken a turn for the first time and has been transferred in advance, but because various departments centered on the "Thang Long" mass production project are completing most of the work. After the basic process, it was supposed to be moved to the "guillotine" foundation in the northern mountainous area of ​​the empire.

"This is the last batch of standard containers. The next batch will be the alchemist team. Raven, be careful on the road, the enemy has an unknown number of air cavalry troops!"

Watching a standard container with sharp edges and corners soar into the sky and land firmly on the specially rebuilt container pallet area on Xuanyu Huangxing's back, Qi Fei gestured to the sky, and the monster responded with a low growl. .

This kind of tacit understanding is based on hundreds of transportation tasks. This monster has no integrity like the food-eating dragon. As long as it stutters, any woman around Lin Mo can manipulate them.

Even though the Xuanyuhuangxing clan had an astonishing appetite, with the support of the royal family and many lucrative profit points, Dragoon Modong Industry could afford to support such a behemoth.

"Roar!~"

A frantic airflow fell from the sky, Qi Fei quickly covered her mouth and nose, and turned to look.

A ferocious dragon shaking its head and tail was slowly retracting its gleaming scales, and a knight in black heavy armor jumped from its back.

-(to be continued...)