The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

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Ansi Er was stunned by the words of the God of Life, but the God of Life did not explain much about it, but only promised to help Ansi Er to implement the God Net with all his strength.

Ansier originally wanted to ask him what the meaning of his words was, but the God of Life asked Ansier to go to the dean of the Magic City, from where Ansier could get the answers about everything.

Leaving the Elf Forest with full of doubts, although Ansier achieved the initial goal of expanding the divine net, and also obtained the help of the God of Life in excess, he could use his divine power, but Ansier still felt in his heart. Very depressed.

The implementation of Shenwang was so smooth that he wondered if someone had arranged all this for him in advance. The feeling of being a marionette was really uncomfortable.

Ansel knew that he was a dragon of prodigal sons in pursuit of freedom, and he would never accept being played in the palm of his hand.

Looking across the endless space, Ansi Er looked at the Magic City from a distance. If all this was arranged by the mysterious Magic City Dean, when he was strong enough, he would definitely find a chance to take revenge.

However, the most urgent task is to first cover the God Net to the Forest of Spirits.

After Ans Air brought the believers back to the Church of Light, they lived the same comfortable and happy time as before.

The only disadvantage is that, as a holy angel, he has no way to touch gold coins, which are defined as dirty things.

On this point, the God of Light and the elves have similar views.

Elves are a race that is beautiful and arrogant. Like dragons, they are born with an extraordinary affinity for magic, but they do not use magic other than natural magic.

Ansi Er originally thought that even if the **** net covered the forest of elves, the old-fashioned elves would not be able to adapt and use it quickly.

But the reality is far beyond his imagination.

The young elves fantasized about the mysterious and vast world outside the forest of elves, and they were soon attracted by the colorful world on the God Net.

The older elf sages were originally extremely resistant to this unnatural product, but they couldn't hold back that it was advocated by their great god, the **** of life.

Therefore, when Ansier saw that his family kept typing on the keyboard the spirits that greeted his family's ancestors' eighteenth-generation dragons, he was shocked.

Is this still the proud and elegant elf in his memory?

The elves used to be the hegemonic creatures that dominated the entire continent, and their learning abilities were naturally extraordinary.

Although the crisis in the past made them give up magic and pursue the protection of nature, but tens of thousands of years have passed, and even the oldest elves, their souls have been submerged in the erosion of time.

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A few months passed in the blink of an eye.

Because the members of the church and the magicians seriously distrust each other, most of the plans to spread the Divine Net to the Western Continent fell on Sandro.

There has never been such a long time apart. Every day, Sandro writes a large piece of small composition for Ans Aier and passes it down through the imprint of his soul. There are trivial matters in life and his worship of Ans Aier.

Ansier believes that his dragon face can't even break the defense of a demigod-level powerhouse, but looking at those hypocritical words can't help but blushing, it is too embarrassing.

Until one day, news came from Sandro that he was caught by a trap set by the people of the magic capital.

Ans Air felt the news, and even the game in his hand was no longer fragrant, and immediately clicked to quit the game.

After all, a Yasuo who sent fifteen heads in twenty minutes would be better off quitting the game early and not burdening his teammates.

Fortunately, the capital of magic does not seem to want Sandro's life, nor is it to resist the spread of the divine net, but the dean of the capital of magic sincerely invites Ansi Er to talk.

Negotiating again?

Ansier couldn't help but change his face when he heard the words, why do these people like to have nothing to talk about, isn't it bad to fight directly, this is a fantasy world!

Although it is suspected that the news sent by Sandro is wrong, after all, the magicians have strange methods, and it is also expected that they have otherworldly research on the soul.

But Sandro, after all, is his old subordinate who has followed him for more than ten years, and has always been diligent and hardworking.

Even if he knew that there might be danger in front of him, Ans El had to go to rescue Sandro himself.

The stakes are very important, and the church's three melons and two dates are not enough for other magicians to hammer, so Ansi Er did not care so much and left the Church of Light directly.

He came into contact with the natural magic and turned into a terrifying dragon with a length of tens of thousands of meters, and flew quickly in the direction of the magic capital.

Ansi Er's body is already too large, without Sandro using magic to cover, even if he flew to an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, the clouds could not completely block his figure.

Ansel's gray-brown dragon body is like a moving island in the sky, floating in the sea of ​​clouds, looming.

Many poor peasants who were working **** the ground occasionally raised their heads to wipe their sweat and felt that when the sun was too hot, they saw a faintly huge monster in the sky.

Under the promotion of Ans Air, almost everyone in the Eastern Continent has a mobile phone and a computer.

Although he has not yet added the setting of money, the traffic cannot be realized, but the great sense of accomplishment of being suddenly noticed is enough to make these low-status people continue to share their lives.

By the time Ansi Er flew across the east and west continents and found the magic capital, the sky had changed to night again.

Under the cover of the moonlight, he was not discovered by the magicians, and he easily came to the edge of the enchantment of the magic capital.

Ansier's mouth faintly glowed red, and a huge red fireball shot out from his dragon's mouth, like a new rising sun, dazzling and hot, illuminating the night sky of the magic capital.

A huge fireball exploded on the enchantment of the magical capital, and the endless fire was created out of thin air, wrapping the entire magical capital.

"Damn, come here, why are you so angry. You told me to open the door for you and it's over? Now not only does it wake me up to sleep, but I actually want to burn people's skirts, rogue dragon!"

Under the enchantment covered by fire, a female voice came.

Ansel is no stranger to this, the giant towering in the magic capital.

"Stop talking nonsense, the person who dares to arrest me, let Sandro go."

Ansier said unceremoniously, and at the same time, his huge dragon claws had a purple-black aura. With his current size, just one blow would be enough to severely damage the floating city.

"What do you call a catch, please be polite, you look like a lazy dragon who doesn't know anything when you were young! How can you call it a catch when it comes to magicians? We invited you in."

Tarling retorted.

Seeing that the magical barrier was not damaged at all under the breath of flames, Ansier couldn't help but feel anxious.

He was so impatient, he rushed over when he heard that Sandro had an accident, but the strength of the magic capital was unfathomable, and the number of demigod magicians with numb scalps alone was enough for him to come and go. back.

Worrying that if it dragged on for too long, he would be attacked by more magicians, Ansi Er no longer hesitated, and attacked the floating city with one claw.

"Damn, people don't fight with a stupid dragon like you!"

Taring put down a sentence, and then withdrew the enchantment wrapped outside the floating city.

Ansier was overjoyed and rushed towards the magic capital, but the next moment, the surrounding space fluctuated violently, and the world in his eyes changed suddenly.

The huge change surprised Ans El, who wanted to use his divine power to forcibly tear through the space to escape, but his dragon claws were actually held down by a dry hand.

Humanity!

Ansier didn't know whether he was getting smaller or the old man in front of him was getting bigger. In short, a human old man about his age appeared in front of him.

"Sure enough, it was a trap you set. Why do you want to help me steal the divine power of the God of Light to create a divine net?"

Ansier looked at the old man in blue pajamas and said with a vigilant expression.

The old man in pajamas shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, this is not what I did. I just provided a little help. Even without me, you still have other ways to bring the world back to equilibrium."

Ansi Er heard the words not only did not relax, but more vigilant.

The old man in the pajamas was right. If Ansi Er did not create the divine net and his strength increased greatly, then he would try to go to other worlds to grow strong enough, and then come back to slaughter humans and make the dragon great again.

The situation is better now, Anse Er doesn't need to slaughter humans, just make them weak, lazy, and confused in entertainment.

When the giant dragons grow to the age of the ancient dragons, the human beings from the mainland will once again submit to the claws of the giant dragons and become slaves like in ancient times.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man in the pajamas said frankly, "I feel the will of the world in you."

"The Will of the World?"

When Ansel heard the word, the first thing that came to his mind was his golden finger.

The old man in the pajamas had a heavy expression on his face.

"That's right, we are all just developing according to the established route under the arrangement of the world's will. Don't look at how powerful we humans are now, occupying the entire continent, only a dragon like you is enough to destroy the entire world. , just like the elf empire ten thousand years ago, or the **** of law a thousand years ago."

Ansier heard the words, his face was both shocked and aggrieved, but he asked a little puzzled: "Is it possible that we are talking here now, what you told me is also arranged?"

The pajama old man twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a pessimistic expression: "Yes, this is a space created by the magicians in the magic capital, independent of the entire world, but the will of the world still penetrates into it, and we cannot escape."

"I don't believe in the so-called will of the world, the so-called destiny!"

Ans El categorically denied it.

If he admits that all this was doomed from the beginning, then his dragon life is meaningless at all.

"But child, you don't have to reject His existence so quickly, it may not be a bad thing."

The old man in the pajamas turned around and said.

"You are the existence of the will of the world, and you have the most powerful and irreversible law power bestowed by the world. This is an existence that many magicians dream of but cannot touch."

"But I can't accept that it's all fake!"

Ansel recalled everything he had along the way.

His companions on Dragon Island, his mother, sister, and Sandro, who has always been loyal, suddenly realized that the whole world seemed to be a farce.

I seem to be the protagonist and can stand in the center of the world, with money, power, and status at my fingertips.

But for the world itself, he just put on a good show for the world.

"False? But what is true?"

The pajama old man asked meaningfully.

Ansi Er's expression froze, and he suddenly remembered that the ancient golden dragon in the underground world had said the same thing to him.

"In other words, do you really think that the will of the world is not a puppet at the mercy of others?"

The pajama old man continued: "Behind the world is another world, no one can escape the pursuit of fate, they are just tools."

"But......"

The old man in the pajamas said that the impact on Ansi Er was too huge, even far greater than the huge amount of knowledge recorded in the inheritance memory.

For a while, Ansier was lost in confusion.

"Do you feel that events are happening more and more frequently, more and more impatiently, more and more unreasonably, and too far-fetched?"

The old man in the pajamas smiled softly, as if the previous heaviness was faked.

Ansier felt a chill in his heart, the more clearly he could perceive the existence of world consciousness.

"I'm running out of patience, and I have my own troubled and bad life to get through."

The pajama old man said without concealment.

Ansel understood that now he was facing the existence of the will of the world.

And he also knows, the world consciousness knows what he knows and thinks in his heart.

"So, what do you want?"

Ansel asked cautiously.

"I want to exchange this world for you, and I want to end this story, about a golden dragon, Ans El. Although I'm sorry for the unfinished ending, readers, I really can't hold on."

The Will of the World said in a heavy and painful tone~www.readwn.com~ In fact, I am quite envious of you." The Will of the World continued: "As long as I finish this story now, you will still have infinite hope in this world in the future. Have a life that is not manipulated. "

"But what about me?"

The Will of the World chuckled: "I still have to roll in a muddy life, and I don't even know who the author of my book is. After all, I'm just a small supporting role!"

Hearing the words of the will of the world, Ans El suddenly realized that the so-called will of the world was not even better than himself.

"Okay, little golden dragon, I'm really leaving, and I'll never come back. I'll leave this boundless world for you to explore slowly. The balance I wanted to pursue at the beginning can be maintained if you want, no It doesn't matter if you want to."

Before Ansair could ask any more questions, the world consciousness turned into dust and dissipated together with the body of the old man in the pajamas.

Ah this...

Ans El knew that the rest of the world had been completely handed over to them.