Black Dragon Code

Leon knew that he could be found in Baita.

　　 In recent years, the emperor likes to go to the White Tower more and more, repelling the servants and guards, standing alone at the highest point of the tower, looking over the golden gate of dawn, overlooking the imperial capital known as the "city of ten thousand cities".

Zion, this ancient name, represents the center of the world and the absolute dominance of power. The ancestors of mankind set out from this remote land and continued to expand outward, establishing an epic empire in iron and fire. Firmly grasping the hegemony of the mainland for more than 1,700 years, leaving countless glorious histories and legends.

　　 Along the wide stone steps from bottom to top, Leon climbed all the way to the top. Before he could bend, the emperor turned around.

　　 His expression was indifferent like a deep pool of invisible, but his eyes were piercing and his voice was flat: "Are you ready?"

　　 "According to your order, I have assembled the elite troops of the Dawn Legion and can set off at any time." Leon reported.

　　 "Okay." The emperor nodded, did not say much, and turned back to see his city.

　　 "Does this really need to be done?"

　　 Lyon came closer, stood beside the emperor, and said softly: "Those alien races may not have no plans for peace talks. Maybe we can try to communicate with the black dragon and end this war in a peaceful way."

　　 "Are you saying such naive words to comfort me, General?"

The emperor shook his head: "You and I know that the ultimate goal of the black dragon is to become the ruler of Eradia. If this goal is not achieved, it will not give up; and the peace talks you talk about are actually surrender, and the sun will never set. His sovereignty and dignity have become a vassal of the Black Dragon, just like the Central Trade Federation."

　　 The general was silent.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the Radiant Moon Ring appeared above the King City of Zion. Its carrier was destroyed in the Central War, but the legendary wizards of the King's Court quickly reconstructed it to create a more magnificent and magnificent aerial city. , Emperor Enriciel personally named it "Imora", which is similar to the goddess of hope, "Temora". The hidden symbols and meanings are already self-evident.

　　 "'Imora' is about to set off. Isn't your Majesty going to see his children?" the general asked.

　　 "The words that should be said have been repeated many times. There is no need to hold on at this time. The journey of drifting in the star realm may not be more comfortable than living in the shadow of a black dragon."

　　Enriciel glanced at him: "Aren't you saying goodbye to your relatives and children?"

　　 "I think the emperor is the same." General Lyon said lightly.

　　 The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

　　 "Lyon, how many years have I been emperor?" Enriciel asked suddenly.

　　 "So far, it has been two hundred and sixty years."

　　 "You have also been the commander of the Dawn Corps for two hundred and sixty years."

"Yes."

"Two hundred and sixty years ago, we expelled the former emperor who went astray, Agallon Ramolahan, the lich king. At that time, the whole sun was bleeding, and Zion almost became a bone. The city, the scene back then, is still vivid when I think of it."

　　 Enrihir said softly: "My father, has been killed, otherwise the dragon will not be able to grasp the clues of the Eye of Gwush and lift the blood curse on the orcs."

　　 "Does the emperor hate the black dragon because of this?"

　　 "That's not true. Agallon has gone on the path of the undead, and can no longer be called a human being. Of course, I will no longer regard it as my father. He will die when he dies. There is nothing to say."

Enriciel sneered: "It's just that for so many years, I am arrogant and brave, and I want to fight for greater hegemony for the sunless empire, but until today, I realized that during the two hundred years of Emperor Enricil's reign, Japan Fuluo did not break through the boundaries of the gods, nor was it able to resist the invasion of foreign races. Everything I did was not even as good as Agallon, which is really shameful.

"We have defeated the lord in the abyss, and we have captured the king of the sea clan, the benthic magic fish. Under your rule, the force and civilization of the empire that never sets will rise steadily. If there are one or two hundred years, the moon ring may It can really deconstruct the rules of the gods. No one will laugh at such a feat."

Leon shook his head: "It's just that the black dragon bears the will of Eradia. Even the gods can't predict its rise and can't compete with it. Of course, all our efforts will not have any effect. ."

　　 "I'm really unwilling, the sun never sets."

Enriciel stretched out his hand towards the King of Zion below, as if to hold everything in front of him: "The ancestors of mankind created this empire with countless blood and wisdom, and made it the overlord of the world. For 1,700 years, How much thought, wealth, knowledge and technology it has nurtured, but now it looks like a ripe fruit, waiting to be picked by other races."

　　 Leon clenched the sword in his hand.

　　 "Now we only have one thing left to do, which is to gamble everything and kill the black dragon, or be killed by the black dragon."

Enriciel looked up at the sky, and a colorful iridescent appeared under the dome. It was a bubble formed by "Imora" breaking through the boundary wall: "If you can do everything to kill the black dragon, that's the best, the Black Wing Empire will immediately Falling apart, we have enough time to regroup and deal with the coming demons."

"If I were killed by a black dragon, that would be great. People on Imola would see that the Emperor would rather die than lower his head and bow to the alien race. This would give them the courage to struggle with the star. Survive in the world drifting, one day, the descendants of the sun will return to this land and regain their own hometown."

　　 Enriciel whispered ~www.ltnovel.com~ suddenly turned his head to look at Lyon, his voice was like thunder: "Are your soldiers really ready? I'm talking about-ready to die!"

The general 　　 grinned: "The soldiers of the Dawn Legion will naturally not lack the courage to fight to the death."

　　 Enriciel suddenly turned around and walked down the steps, shaking off the noble fur coat, wearing a crimson armor, cold and fierce.

　　 Under the white tower, there are people with sharp armor everywhere, armor like water and spears like forest.

At the end of 1782, the emperor of the sun never set led the 30,000 soldiers of the Dawn Army to launch a raid on the black dragon Caesar inhabiting the central Irvine Gobi Desert. However, they did not even wake up the sleeping black dragon, they were hovering nearby. The Lord of the Flame Prison burned to fly ashes.

In the era when the sun never sets and the Black Wings stand side by side, Enricel puts forward the theory of alien threats, and regards the northern clans as the greatest threat to mankind, and has always been malicious towards the black emperor who controls the alien races. However, it is ridiculous that Enricel is on the verge of At the moment of death, he never saw the legendary King of Black Wings in person.

　　 "Weak people, even if everything is done, it is just a dead end."

　　 Azriels mocked the ruined man with almost contemptuous tone.

After a long time, the black emperor woke up from his deep sleep and witnessed the wreckage and flames that covered the battlefield. He was silent for a long time. He sighed and ordered to his family: "These people rise up last time. I appreciate it very much. I want to stay in history. Give their names."

　　 Three days later, the Black Dragon Emperor came to Zion.

　　The wheels of history are rolling forward, and the Fourth Age of Aradea opens.