I, the Heir of Heroes

"Of course, I've always been proud to be a fighter. However, I have a few questions I want to ask."

Jia Luo didn't speak, frowned and glanced at it, then put down the weapon in his hand to express his attitude.

"What's the point of you hunting us?"

"Thirst for knowledge, common sense and your language."

In fact, Jia Luo didn't have the idea of ​​killing him at the beginning, and the peaceful exchange of what he needed was the first thought.

if there is not……

Of course, there is no if in this world, and since it happened, it would be a waste of life to study it again.

"If I die in battle, what will happen to my companions?"

"They will end up worse than you, and your kind who have died."

"...Do you—do you have the power to be immune to the same moves?"

"Yes."

"So that's the case. Sure enough, you who understand our power ecology already know the last resort of our dragon spirits."

Killing the dragon spirits that hadn't successfully cast Beng Xiao was Jia Luo's only blocking attack in this battle.

In the whole battle, there were basically no gods who had dodged an attack. Such an attack rhythm seemed very strange.

However, assuming that the opponent has the power to be immune to the same attack effect, then it can be easily understood.

——This is the meaning of its survival to this day.

As a god-killing blow, the strongest blow [Beng Xiao] will be displayed in front of this god-species.

"You need to maintain the balance of your own container, which also means that you can actively destroy this balance. If I guess right, through this kind of balance breaking, you can gather your own power for an infinite time in an instant. If this condition is met, then there is no doubt that this power has the quality of killing gods."

"So, I'm looking forward to it."

"..."

Facing the motionless gods, Zillman opened his mouth but was interrupted the next moment.

"Don't say words that disgust me, show me your strongest side. If you kill me, then your companions who are still alive will be free and leave here intact."

"On the contrary, you can understand their ending."

"...I'll give you the reason, don't let me down."

The sound of snapping fingers echoed, and with Jia Luo's expression, all the chains tied to the two dragon spirits were instantly broken.

It's just that the elves that have been sucked clean at the same time in an infinite time make them have no power to act in a short period of time.

"The weak——they really don't have the right to choose! Then, I don't have the so-called worries anymore!"

Glancing at his unconscious companion for the last time, and turning his forehead back to the side, Zillman straightened his body, and then slowly flew towards the sky.

Its dragon scales were trembling, its muscles and bones were burning.

The scarlet red that spread from the spine to the whole body absorbed all the light and heat in the space.

An unprecedented threat is brewing.

Chapter 53 Domination

Whether it's the dragon wings or the body, in order to squeeze and compress the spirit, even light is included inside, turning into a dark figure like a shadow.

The crimson sky and the afterglow of the sun could not completely cover the dark mountain, and the ever-expanding breath burst out circle after circle of scorching air around Zillman.

These are the dust mustards wandering on the ground, just seeing this posture will immediately accept the disillusionment of death.

This is the powerful power that Jia Luo will be amazed by when he looks at it.

--not enough.

No matter how it is modified, no matter how you look at it from a partial perspective, the absolute value of that power is simply not as good as one-tenth of what it contains as a god-species.

As Jia Luo, who is in charge of all [evil] in the world, even if his strength cannot be compared with the war gods who have been born for tens of thousands of years, he cannot be defeated by a single dragon spirit with a desperate blow.

However, at the same time, another contradictory fact was judged based on its strength—that dragon spirit was an opponent that he might lose.

Two opposite intuitions made Jia Luo raise the corners of his mouth in the chaos of subverting the world.

As a warrior, what can be called instinct is a pure declaration of contradiction.

The [enemy] in front of him is weaker than himself, but if he wants to hit the opponent, he must fight with the maximum strength.

"Have you met the minimum conditions for triggering the other two forces!? Sure enough, keeping you until now is undoubtedly the right choice."

As if responding, Jia Luo spread his wings behind his back, stomped on the ground and approached the enemy, leaping to a position parallel to the dragon spirit.

Afterwards, he put his hands together and made a sound, and slowly stretched the separated palms, and the lightning condensed from the chaotic darkness transpired in the space—his murmur was full of joy.

"I'm very sorry—I can't use a powerful, decisive and absolute method in this posture. However, I am in a battlefield where I bet on each other's life and death, and polish my own life and soul. For this reason, I gave up this opportunity to choose If I escape, then my power will soon decay and degenerate."

——Since it's me, I should be afraid of the rancid smell.

——However, it is a pity that I may not be able to give birth to the emotion of fear.

——As a soldier, it would be remiss of you not to accept your dirty and weak side.