Lord Roar

Chapter 418 Misfortune Falls from the Sky

Flame Dragon City, located in the depths of the dragon collar, is even more mysterious than the holy mountain of the Holy See.

Even many ordinary people think that Lieyan Dragon City and the Dragon Clan are just legends. After all, giant dragons rarely walk in the world, and even if they show up, they are basically in human form.

Except for the core figures of various forces, ordinary people think that the Dragon Clan is just the villainous villain in knight novels.

If the Holy See is the overlord of the human race, it can be called the well-deserved big boss on the Saint Cassis continent.

Then the Dragon Clan is the existence at the top of the food chain on the Saint Cassis Continent.

Even the sacred mountain of the Holy See has to rely on the breath of Lie Yanlong City to make offerings every year.

And as an ally and big brother, Dragon City will also send three giant dragons to guard the holy mountain.

The giant dragon family can transform into a human form after reaching the fourth level of cultivation.

Only the dragon clan can use magic attacks without chanting spells, and the dragon flames mixed with various elements are not comparable to the single-body spells of element users, or the single-body spells of sacrificing magic pets.

The two are not the same power, let alone a level.

A mouthful of dragon flames is comparable to a large-scale elemental attack spell.

A single-target spell can kill at most one enemy.

In addition to being able to use magic elements, the dragon's huge size and powerful hand-to-hand combat ability are all racial advantages.

Moreover, dragon language magic is the only magic that foreigners cannot use.

The dragon race, like a combination of a magician and a fighting spirit fighter, has inherited the advantages of both, and coupled with its huge size, it can be said to be the most perfect fighting race.

There are many legends about the Dragon Clan and Flaming Dragon City.

But most of them are recorded in undocumented unofficial histories.

But in these unofficial histories, the dragon clan with the most detailed records is Clive Owen, a sixth-order giant dragon with the blood of the ancient dragon clan.

Clive Owen, the sixth-order dragon in the wild history, is a representative figure who has resisted the Burning Legion of the Demon Race for thousands of years.

Not to mention being proficient in multiple lineages of magic, but also has the blood of ancient dragons in his body.

You must know that most of the current dragon clan are the product of inbreeding, but Clive Owen is different.

Just because Conslet came from the Holy See, he knew that Clive Owen did not exist in myths or legends, and that he did exist, and he still exists on the continent of St. Cassis, but there are only a few people Just know.

Clive Owen, the sixth-order giant dragon, is known as the guardian of the Flame Dragon City for generations.

It was also one of the three giant dragons who founded Raging Flame Dragon City thousands of years ago, and it was the only sixth-order giant dragon alive.

If the fourth-order dragon is comparable to a magister, then the fifth-order dragon will not be at a disadvantage in the face of the holy master.

And don't forget, this is just a competition for the level of magic elements, which has already excluded the extremely powerful melee combat ability of the giant dragons, and does not consider the racial talents of the dragons.

A fifth-order giant dragon is comparable to a holy rank, so a sixth-order giant dragon should not exist in this world.

Because perhaps except for the gods, no race or person on the continent is as powerful as him.

If you look at a sixth-order giant dragon with a less strict eye, then he is no different from a god.

In this world, there are only a handful of people who know of the existence of Clive Owen, and three of them have some connection with the holy mountain of the Holy See.

One is Pope Monrosa, the other is Saint Albert of the space system who is known as the most powerful man in the mainland, and the last one is the handsome old man Conslet who is looking shocked at this time.

Grand Pope Menlosa knew of its existence because he was the religious leader of the human race, and he had been willing to pay tribute to Raging Flame Dragon City, and the main reason for his willingness was because Raging Flame Dragon City also had a sixth-order giant dragon, Clive Owen.

Flaming Dragon City and the Holy See can be said to be allies and help each other. After each generation of Pope succeeds, he will go to Dragon City to meet this sixth-order giant dragon. After knowing its existence, he will adjust his position and attitude.

And Albert was able to know the existence of the sixth-order giant dragon purely by accident. Decades ago, he broke into the Raging Flame Dragon City at the level of a magister. Using space magic, he was not afraid of the siege of many dragons in Dragon City, because If he can't fight, he can still run. After all, the advantage of space magic is there, and there are very few people majoring in space magic, let alone dragons.

Perhaps because Albert was too rampant, Clive Owen appeared. Clive Owen, who appeared in the form of a human race, had made him proficient in almost all magics of known genealogy over thousands of years, including Not to mention the space department.

So Albert was sad.

If it weren't for Albert's belonging to the Holy Mountain, if it weren't for the Pope and Clive Owen talking about Albert.

Perhaps it was impossible for Albert to run away after being seriously injured, and he didn't know that it was Clive Owen's men who were merciful. If he did his best, there would be no space system holy rank for the number one powerhouse in the mainland today.

As for Conslet, he had never met Clive Owen, but he had heard of this sixth-order giant dragon in the demon plane.

Clive Owen, like the handsome old man, is a senior donkey friend.

Maybe St. Cassis has no opponents on the mainland. After the Burning Legion of the demons retreated to the demon plane, this sixth-order dragon also tore through the cracks in the plane, and ran to the demons to make trouble.

Even Conslet regarded it as an idol and a role model, thinking that this giant dragon is really a model for our generation.

Because with the strength of the handsome old man, he would act in a low-key manner after entering the demon plane. After all, it is a high demon plane, not to mention the countless strong ones, and the success rate is also fast.

But the sixth-order giant dragon is not the same as the handsome old man. Clive Owen blatantly opened the cracks in the plane, and then walked swaggeringly in the plane of the demons. Kill a few high-level demons. If you are in a bad mood, you can directly turn into a dragon posture, spray a few mouthfuls of dragon flames, burn a hundred and eighty demons to death, and then return to the mainland of St. Cassis.

It's not that no one can subdue Clive Owen. The problem is that if they are singled out, the demons probably have no chance of winning. If they want to besiege, do they have so much time? This sixth-order dragon is not stupid, it is impossible to do it Waiting for the demons to find all the people and horses to fight the wheel battle.

On the continent of St. Cassis, no one has killed more demons than Clive Owen, and no one knows more about demons than this sixth-order dragon.

At the cultivation level of Clive Owen, on the continent of St. Cassis, it can be said that he can do whatever he wants, kill anyone he wants, and he is truly the number one powerhouse on the continent, Albert He can't even match a dragon's claw, even Pope Menrosa.

Conslet held Alan's shoulders tightly. He used to sneer at the title of Son of Chaos. Everyone said that Alan was extremely capable of causing trouble, and he also felt a little nonsense.

But today he realized first-hand that Allen is really a fucking broom star.

Sitting at home behind closed doors, this is roughly what it means when disaster comes from heaven.

As soon as Beamon was driven out of the Great Wasteland, the sixth-order dragon actually came to the door, and Allen showed hostility towards Clive Owen beyond his capacity.

He doesn't know whether Alan is the Son of Chaos, but the handsome old man knows that this guy must have been able to be the uncrowned king of the world of tricks and death. He believes that he is the second, and no one dares to recognize the first.

"Clive Owen?" Allen asked with a smirk when he saw the handsome old man looking like he was facing an enemy, "Can the knife go in?"

The handsome old man wanted to knock Alan to death with a wand, how fucking bold and overconfident he was, and he still dared to speak wild words now.

"Shut up!" The handsome old man pulled Alan behind him, not even daring to summon the magic element shield, and went straight to the expressionless Clive Owen and said respectfully: "Junior Conslet, Chief Bloodhoof Ai Lunta, who doesn't know your reputation, has conflicted with you, please don't be offended."

The handsome old man had no choice but to humble himself. It was good that the other party hated the demons, but ordinary people were no different from ants in his eyes.

"Conslet?" Clive Owen said with a half-smile: "You practice dark magic, right? More than ten years ago, you attacked a demon seraph knight in the demon plane, right? ?”

Conslet nodded, as a tacit consent.

"There are not many courageous human magicians nowadays." Clive Owen waved at Conslet.

Conslet hurriedly walked up to Clive Owen, bowed his head in a very respectful manner.

Clive Owen patted the handsome old man's shoulder lightly, like an elder praising a younger generation.

"Okay, you step back." After Clive Owen finished speaking, he looked at Allen: "In the past hundreds of years, I have never left Dragon City except to travel to other planes. In the ancient battlefield, I just wanted to see if my Dragon Race Holy Beast appeared in the world, but you, a guy like an ant, made me angry."

Allen didn't speak, and the handsome old man kept winking at him.

Clive Owen walked towards Allen slowly, his lips just squirmed so slightly, and Allen suddenly felt the ancient magical elements in his body begin to drain rapidly, his body seemed to be pinched by an invisible palm, and his whole body rose into the air, Slowly flew towards Clive Owen.

Seeing the opponent's attack, the soldiers of the Bloodhoof tribe moved.

Nearly a hundred crossbow arrows and heavy armor-piercing arrows flew towards Clive Owen.

Seeing that Clive Owen was about to be pierced by thousands of arrows, Allen was horrified to find that time seemed to stand still.

Countless crossbow bolts and bows stayed in the air, and the arrows were still shining with dazzling luster.

The handsome old man had a mouth, and seemed to want to chant a spell, but his body was motionless, and the veins on his forehead looked really scary.

The four vindictive fighters, Thackeray and Meng Rui, had already jumped into the air and raised their weapons high, but their figures stopped in the air.

The horned winged python spread its two small wings, revealing two pointed fangs. It seemed that it wanted to jump up and take a bite of Clive Owen, but unfortunately its body was not moving at all.

"The power of the field, the space is still?" Allen was shocked, but he couldn't break free from the invisible shackles on his body.

Allen slowly floated in front of the sixth-order dragon Clive Owen.

Clive Owen asked contemptuously, "Do you want to know why I got angry?"

"Because... I seduced your mother?"

"There are three reasons. First, the demon dragon is also a member of my dragon clan. Although it is cursed by the dragon god, it is also my clan after all. You dare to eat its young eggs, and you really don't know what to do." Cliff Owen After finishing speaking, the skinny hand tapped Alan's eyebrows.

As if struck by lightning, Alan trembled all over his body, covered in cold sweat.

"Secondly, don't say whether the fierce beast you are talking about is my clan's holy beast or not. If you treat it as a pet, it is a great disrespect to my dragon clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Clive Owen once again tapped Allen's chest with his skinny fingers.

Allen spat out a mouthful of blood, and his internal organs burned like flames.

"Thirdly, you are so humiliated by the destruction of our third-tier fire-type giant dragon. You sucked its blood and peeled off its scales. Do you think that's the way to go?" Clive Owen stretched out his palm, only to see a burst of blood on it. A mass of silver light.

Allen's heart was beating wildly, he knew this magic element and spell.

Space magic element!
When Albert was on the holy mountain, he summoned this silver ball of light to fight with everyone.

Allen knew that once touched by it, there is a probability of being driven into the interlayer of a different space, wandering in the void forever and ever.

Moreover, the silver ball of light floating on Clive Owen's palm, like the substance, is obviously infinitely stronger than Albert's copycat.

Seeing that the silver ball of light was about to touch Alan's chest, a soft sound sounded from behind Alan.

Clive Owen frowned, looking behind Alan over him.

(End of this chapter)