I, the Heir of Heroes

"Quiet!"

Rene Zillman was the first to notice the anomaly without being reminded by his subordinates.

"Keep in formation, don't let your guard down! I have an ominous premonition!"

The gradient of the random flight changed under the command of Rene Zillman—it was in the shape of a [herringbone], and the formation suitable for all special situations appeared instantly.

[Flügel?fantasy species?Elven species?No, it can't be them.Could it be... a god species! ?How could this level of power suddenly appear here? 】

"Go forward at full speed, and immediately return to the Dragon's Nest to report the situation to Lord [Yanlong]."

The scales on all the spread wings were shining, and the elves, which were huge enough to expand the world, had some kind of reaction, and the space pulled at a faster speed made them approach their lair step by step.

It's just that, abruptly, that kind of desperate chill "arrived as expected".

This kind of tingling muscles and bones, shaking the instinctive trembling, caused the pupils of Rene Zillman, who was flying at the forefront, to shrink, and then used all his strength to spray the elf's burning breath.

The unstoppable torrent of destruction carved dilapidated scars on the surface of the planet as always.

"Everyone—ready to fight!!!"

The large and rapid wings adjusted its body and slowed down its speed.

Reine Zillman, who turned his head to look at the four subordinates behind him, shouted in the language of the dragon spirits.

The [herringbone] formation changed, and they circled back to back at high altitude to guard.

【where? 】

——Its breath has no direct sense of hitting!

[Where is it? 】

——The vibrating feeling of the soul has not disappeared yet!

【On—above! 】

The terrifying sense of oppression, the suffocating sense of the elf's death descends from the distant sky at the speed of light.

Looking up abruptly, only a negligible black dot came into his pupils.

However, what is refracted in the depths of the soul is an evil that is bigger than the sky.

"God-spirit-seed!"

Rebelliously lifting the body that was about to be bent over, Rene Zillman finally spit out the term word by word with difficulty.

"Farona, convey this news to Master [Yanlong]. The rest of the staff, do your best to create opportunities for them!"

"--This is an order!"

The powerful elf pulsation surging on their bodies made their pure bodies glow with a white halo, and Rene Zillman, who made an extremely decisive decision, and his other three companions who stayed behind to resist raised their proud faces. The head—the ferocious but mighty scale armor, from the chest to the throat, flashed a bright red color of destruction step by step.

—— [Reject it! 】

——[Let's condense! 】

——[Let's disappear! 】

These few words woven with [Dragon Essence Language] will reflect the field of vision in the eyes of the dragon—everything in it will be transformed into a real shield and fortress in an instant.

It is unreasonable magic in itself, and it is the language of the dragon spirit as an order to everything.

Once ordered to "die", everything will die, and if ordered to "shatter", everything will be completely smashed and returned to the earth.

The power fragments of the creation of heaven and earth, the original language of the planet.Known by countless titles and legends such as "Universal Language" and "Creation Language", the only one who really understands the truth is the dragon spirit itself.

Facing the authority of God thrown down from the sky, they knew that they had no choice but to keep it.

Reflexively gathering the source of the spirit corridor that runs through the whole body, as well as all the spirits in the surrounding meddling range, the full strength of Rene Zillman and his companions finally came into play.

The tiny meteors representing death were deflected, leaving only a trail of deep, dark space cracks across their back-to-back centers.

The pupils squirmed, and in the fragmented time that was divided into tens of thousands of parts per unit time, fear and surprise appeared in Reine Zillman's suddenly contracted pupils!

It's like being displaced—the terrifying existence that is still in the distant sky, at the moment its weapons approach their surroundings, it uses the coordinates of this space to shift its own phase here.

【Oops! 】

The heart was beating crazily, and Rene Zillman's soul was crazily warning.

Like an oath of death, figures that seemed to represent all the malice in the world spread their arms in the center of their mountain-like bodies.

An incomprehensible murmur reached his ears.

What followed appeared, were countless black voids that corroded the world and occupied everything in sight.

As small as a snowflake.

As numerous as the stars.

With the expansion of fusion and handover, everything loses its meaning here.

The black torrent of death concentrated on them and made an irresistible spherical impact, devouring everything with silent destruction.

Chapter 49 May You Be Evil

【Billion Darkness】