Ouroboros' Dimensional Journey

Hearing Jibril's inquiry, although Azrael and Asriel didn't speak, they quietly pricked up their ears and eavesdropped.

"In my opinion, time is the movement of everything in the world in space, just like when time stands still, the movement is stopped."

Jibril frowned, and repeated thoughtfully: "Sports?"

"Don't worry about it. Different worlds and different ability systems see time in different ways, and it's possible to be completely different. The time in different places is also different. For example, in the dream world, time is distorted and chaotic." Four Seasons After explaining, he said, "Also, Asriel, you missed the flight."

Asriel replied dully: "...Yes."

The next voyage went smoothly, and the group came to the territory of the only remaining dragon king—Conglong.

Although Conglong and his family have no plans to participate in this war, they just want to be quiet but the wind is not stopping, other races will not let them go, or they are worried that Conglong will reap the benefits of the fisherman, or fight against the dragon spirits. Conspiracy - In this millennium-long war, no race can survive alone, and the era of killing each other continues tirelessly, seemingly endlessly.

Asriel landed in a valley, and dared not move forward, "Master Conglong is waiting for you inside."

Azrael said angrily, "It's just rude meow."

As soon as he arrived at the place, Azrael was thrown down by Asriel. Judging by his actions, it seemed as if he had been infected with some kind of bug. As a result, Azrael whose strength was sealed was out of luck.

Shiji and Jibril ignored her tacitly, and looked at the ordinary valley in front of them with interest.

"Master Four Seasons, the space inside seems to be distorted."

Four Seasons added: "Not only space, but even time has a strange feeling. It is worthy of being a dragon spirit, and its technology in this area has a natural advantage."

Not long after a group of three people entered the Taniguchi, everything in their field of vision underwent an innate change as if they had passed through a layer of film. The most eye-catching thing was a dragon, a dragon that blocked the sky .

Seeing the appearance of the four seasons, the dragon spread its wings, and the sky was instantly darkened. It can be called a huge body that can cover the sky and cover the earth. Even Conglong, who is also one of the dragon kings, is quite inferior in front of him. The sense of existence, as if the world is under its cover.

That was the strongest dragon spirit species that Four Seasons had glimpsed in the long river of time in the past——"Final Dragon" Hatilem.

Seeing Hati Rem, Siji didn't have much surprise, and smiled and reached out to say hello: "Hello, the strongest dragon. I thought I had no chance to meet you, but it seems that Artosh, the god of war, is unexpectedly humane." .”

Before the final dragon could answer, Azrael took the lead in rebutting. She replied decisively: "Impossible! Hatilem, the final dragon, has been killed by the master in [-] years. Under the master's holy spear , it is impossible for the final dragon to have any chance of survival meow!"

In stark contrast to his huge body, Final Dragon's aura was unexpectedly peaceful, even though Azrael's behavior could be called rude, he still laughed indifferently: "I am indeed dead, The current state is just a little bit of time left in the world."

Jibril was stunned all the way, and then praised: "You actually cut a part of your own time and kept it until today? The dragon spirit is really an incredible life!"

"Perhaps because he saw my regret, or perhaps because of the pity of his opponent's defeated opponent, Artoxiu didn't completely annihilate me in the final blow."

Final Dragon answered Jibril's question with an intellectual and gentle voice. He was also very curious about the non-staff individuals of the Flügel species who did not take the usual path.

"Is this why Master Siji said that the creator has a human touch?"

Thinking back to the majestic figure sitting quietly on the throne, Jibril couldn't feel the human touch from it, it was just emptiness and loneliness, that was the loneliness without an opponent.

Zhong Long admitted his defeat calmly: "It's just the winner's sympathy for the loser."

1. It turns out that Xiaoji has his own character song.

Chapter 35 "You are so satisfied with the wings I created?"

"Wait meow, according to Xiaoji, the dragon spirit species is a multi-dimensional life form spanning the past, present and future meow, then you have survived from more than [-] years ago to the present, and the remaining time has not increased?"

Azrael raised her own question.

This can be regarded as testing the truth, anyway, the final dragon in front of him is the oldest and most powerful individual of the dragon spirit species, a dragon that can attract the attention of God of War, if he wants to take revenge and join hands with the four seasons...

"Hahaha!" Final Dragon couldn't help laughing, "Funny little Feather, I met you when I was still alive, and led the Flügel to kill many races."

Jibril made up the knife indifferently: "Because Senior Azrael is the oldest sister, she is over [-] years old."

"It's annoying meow, the Flügel has eternal life, so they are in puberty meow."

Obviously, even a fool cares a little bit about his age.

"The race created by Artoxiu's boring gods is unexpectedly alive." Zhonglong praised, and then explained without any grudges: "Although I once claimed that 'body and soul are immortal', I did die in the In the hands of the God of War, it has been sleeping since ten thousand years ago. The remaining time quality cannot be revived at all, so you don’t have to worry that I will join forces with the dragons from other worlds to deal with Artoxiu.”

For the existence of other worlds, many races and powerful people have a clear understanding. The elves even weaved magic to summon creatures or objects in other worlds. For example, Zhenhong's favorite thing is to summon O tentacles to tease Nina.Although intelligent creatures from other planes have never been summoned, many races are convinced of the existence of other planes of intelligence.

Jibril stretched out a tender white finger against her chin, and recalled, "A dragon from another world? Speaking of which, Master Siji's eyes did change into golden vertical eyes, eh, are those dragon eyes?"

"I'm Ouroboros..." Siji stopped halfway through speaking, then shrugged and said, "Forget it, you should be regarded as dragons."

A trace of curiosity and inquiry like an old pedant flashed in Zhonglong's huge eyes, "I can understand that your existence is even more peculiar than our dragon spirits. It is a dragon that has contained existence and formed itself."

"Okay, Hatilem, did you come here specifically to chat?" Feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at by those eyes, Siji's eyes fell on Zhonglong's huge body, and asked: "This time After waking up, it won't take long for you to completely dissipate, do you have any last words?"

Zhonglong raised his huge head, his eyes were filled with arrogance that surpassed the sky: "I lost in the hands of God of War, I lost in the contest of life and death, and I didn't mean to be unwilling. As a person lost in time, The ghost, the reason why it has left a little time to linger until now is only two things, to meet you once, and to witness the battle where you climbed to the strongest seat."

As if thinking of the battle between himself and God of War Artosh in the past that changed the world and shifted the land, Zhonglong couldn't help laughing: "In the distant past, no one thought that the one who pulled the strongest God of War off the stage , but a dragon from another world."

"Before the war started, all of you think that the master has lost meow?"

Azrael showed a contemptuous smile, but it was more or less stern.

Jibril, who is also a Flügel, not only didn't care about the "God of War's defeat" in Zhonglong's words, but instead discussed with him with admiration: "Ha, in this way, old man, you are dead After so long, you suddenly cheated to see the creator's defeat? It seems that you don't care about the outcome, but you are also brooding about your previous failures!"

Not only did Zhonglong not care about Jibril's teasing words, but he showed an interested smile: "What a meaningless question and answer, no life is relieved of the enemy who killed him. Unexpectedly, after more than [-] years, Al I am very curious that Texiu would create such interesting wings as you, and what he has learned over the years."

Siji spread his hands and replied: "Then why don't we just ask him?"

The capital city on the back of the phantom species Avant Heim floating in the air is a paradise for the Flügel, but today, the smiles and bloody conversations of the cute girls in the past have all disappeared, because they are flying in the sky All the beautiful angels are gone.

In the Throne Hall, a tall and mighty man sat on the supreme throne. The man was different from his usual listlessness and boredom. He had eighteen thick wings spread out, a battle-like smile appeared on his face, and fierce golden eyes showed With anticipation, waiting for the arrival of the challenger.Even if he restrained himself deliberately, the man's terrifying power still made the Phantasmal Avant Heim a little restless.

He is the strongest god, the god of war, Artosh, the creator of the Flügel.