CH 184 The Kingdom Of The Evil Dragon

The rise of human rights heralded the decline of divine power.

Theolde held the two-edged holy sword, and his whole person was surrounded by the violent waves of the mercury sea, but his face looked very pale. As a god, his ascension was too short, and the power gained through stealing was inevitably difficult to digest. And as the King said before, he clearly felt that the divine power he had obtained was not so stable.

In the ringing of the bronze bell, cracks spread on the remaining five towers of the Kingdom of God, very subtle but densely packed.

Once the towers of the Kingdom of God completely collapsed, the mercury sea that was the embodiment of the Kingdom of God would collapse and disintegrate.

"How long did you prepare?"

Theolde asked, surprised but not nervous. He didn't know how the King could weaken the authority of divine power at this point in time, but compared with the weakened divine authority, the newly revived royal authority was even weaker. Unless another hundred years pass, the authority of royal power would not be enough to compete with the divine power that had ruled the world for a thousand years.

"A thousand years."

The King said softly.

His armor was full of cracks, and his scepter was soaked with blood. His kingdom was shattered and destroyed piece by piece by the attacks of falling stars one after another. Pieces of his former citizens turned into dust in the light, and with the destruction of the kingdom, he was quickly becoming fragile.

His condition looked terrible, his silver hair and face were covered with blood.

He had just destroyed the twelve towers of the Kingdom of God that were struck by the seven stars, and the price he paid was having his heart almost by being penetrated by Theolde's holy sword. Blood was gushing from his left chest and he looked like he was going to die at any moment, uet there was an indifferent smile on his face.

Just as if…

He still had the last trump card in his hand that had been hidden for a long time.

One-third of the sun and one-third of the moon dragged their long dazzling tails and crashed towards the King's kingdom. The cracked kingdom border was completely shattered in the dazzling light. Theolde squeezed his sword and wanted to completely end his life.

The rumble resounded throughout heaven and earth.

The King spread his arms and let himself fall downwards.

Theolde suddenly stopped in mid-air, not because he didn't want to pursue the victory, but because the strong wind around them that seemed to be enough to tear apart space stopped him in his path. Huge shadows flew up from the ground, and the strong winds cast a thick black shadow on the dazzling mercury sea.

An ancient, savage, and legendary creature appeared in the sky again.

"Legrand was the burial place of the dragon."

The King who was supposed to fall down the sky was held up by the strong wind, and his voice seemed to travel through a whole thousand years.

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The heart of Legrand, the capital of the empire, the Rose Palace.

All the pillars of the room, all the vaults, and all the arc beams have changed, turning from cold rock pillars into huge white bones. The heavy, giant drum-like beating of the heart echoed in the ears of everyone in the palace, and the dragon's breathing turned into a strong rush of air.

Scarlet roses bloomed around the bones.

In that distant legendary era, a family that was as arrogant and fearless as madmen, after slaying the evil dragon, built a palace for mortals in its heart. Now, this palace had awakened, and with it, an even more terrifying trump card that had been hidden by the family of madmen for a thousand years had been awakened.

On the map, Legrand's shape was like an evil dragon with its wings folded.

This was not a coincidence, but a nation that had been painstakingly created.

The Devil once thought that it was difficult for human beings to reach the ultimate level of alchemy and to unleash the full power of the dragon bones, otherwise, every castle would become a terrifying military machine. However, he was wrong. It was not that human alchemy was difficult to reach the extreme, but it had already reached the extreme.

The alchemist and the dragon slayer joined forces to create the most terrifying alchemical work in the world.

After the dragon slayer killed the dragon, he buried its heart in the heart of the empire and built his capital. The alchemist carried other parts of the dragon's bones, corresponding them one by one on the map, and buried them in various places across the empire. The skull, which contained the dragon's cruel and violent nature, was taken to hell and stripped of its connection with the other bones.

They used an entire kingdom as a weapon to temper.

The dragon bones and Legrand merged into one. In a thousand years, human history was built on the dragon bones, and new consciousness was injected into the dragon bones in the alternating days and nights. In the end, a new evil dragon soul was created that surrendered to Legrand.

The soul of the evil dragon slept under the earth until the Rose Palace was activated and the recovery of the evil dragon's heart awakened it.

In all the cities where the dragon bones were buried, people only felt the ground shaking, like something had broken out of the ground, carrying a strong wind, passing over their heads, and soaring into the sky.

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"It's the kingdom of the evil dragon!"

The King's voice echoed throughout the world along with the dragon's roar.

The evil dragon's soul caught the King when he was about to fall from the sky. The King stood on the back of the dragon that was solidified, his blood-stained silver hair dancing in the wind, and his cold blue eyes filled with pride. The scepter was held in his hand, and the dragon carried him, flapping its wings.

A thousand years ago, humans were the food of the evil dragon and had no place to hide under the dragon's hunting.

A thousand years later, the evil dragon's heart revived, the black dragon emerged from the earth, and humans controlled the evil dragon to conquer the world.

This was the god-slaying sword that the Rose family had honed for a thousand years!

The moment it was pulled out, that was the moment the war ended!

The evil dragon brought the strong wind and broke through Theolde's mercury sea. The falling sun and moon passed through its wings, leaving burning traces but could not stop its terrifyingly fast movements. The King drove the evil dragon and slammed into the five remaining towers of the Kingdom of God that were covered with fine cracks. The towers of the Kingdom of God shattered, collapsed, and was engulfed in blazing flames.

Dragon flames ignited the sky, as if the war on the ground had burned all the way here.

In the flames, the towers of the Kingdom of God were shattered one after another, and the dim stars passed through the dragon's flames, falling like stones into the sea. At the moment when the last tower of the Kingdom of God was shattered, the King jumped up from the back of the dragon and met Theolde who also arrived with his sword raised.

The scepter collided with the holy sword, and blood splattered high.

The world stood still at this moment.

The King's bone scepter penetrated Theolde's heart, and Theolde's holy sword penetrated the King's ribs. In the last blow, they all gave up their defense, but in the end it was the King who gained the upper hand. After losing the Kingdom of God, the Pope's swordsmanship was far inferior to that of the King who had been trained by the most elite knights since childhood.

"How did you do it?"

Theolde asked.

"Because you regard yourself as a god, and I regard myself as a human being."

The King said as he turned his scepter and crushed the heart of the last god on earth.

The sun, moon and stars disappeared from mid-air, and the mercury sea quickly receded, leaving only the still-burning sea of dragon flames. The evil dragon flapped its wings and was tamed like a war horse, catching the King whose armor was shattered and covered in blood.

Under the sky, the war between the Holy Army and Legrand's army also came to an end. General Johan beheaded Sisian's head with one swing of his sword, and the Kriyan archers and the Iron Rose Cavalry trampled over the bones of the Knights Templar. The fire illuminated the broken city wall, and the people of Yoringshire City raised the royal flag high.

A faint blue mist enveloped the earth, signaling the sky was about to become bright.

The tired King sat on the dragon's back. He did not let the dragon land on the ground but drove it to fly away.

The high-altitude wind flowed past the King's cheek, and he looked down from the dragon's back at the country sunk in the misty light. The roaring Doma River, the long and winding coastline, the winding mountains as rugged as ancient snakes, the fortresses hidden in the mountains, the star-like towns scattered across the earth... This was his country.

And he had nothing but his kingdom.

When the first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, the black dragon's figure gradually faded, and finally completely disappeared into nothingness. The King fell from the sky to the ground and closed his eyes.

"Now, you belong to me."

Someone whispered in the wind.

A dark red circle of magic appeared in the void, and the Devil walked out of the magic circle, wearing a black suit with a red rose pinned to his lapel.

He opened his arms to catch the fallen King.

The long night had come to an end, and the sun rose from the horizon.

The war was over.

The End.