The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 1019 The Brilliant Dragon Soul Transforms into a Sword (Part Two)
"Ding!" The entire sky suddenly fell silent, followed by a sound like an ice plate breaking. The flying particles and fragments of light suddenly twisted and swirled, and black and white vortexes rotated in the sky, tearing and splitting the surrounding mist!
As the mist dissipated, the figures of the two dragon kings vanished, leaving only the Grand Duke of the Eastern Realm standing proudly in the void. His sword-wielding hand seemed to tremble, and his chest heaved violently with each breath, as if the battle had just left him exhausted. The human soldiers below shouted "Long live the king!" in unrestrained joy, but only he knew that his heavy breathing was simply to prevent tears from falling from his eyes.

"Crack!" The vortex in the sky seemed to be attracted or found its home. They swiftly poured into the magic longsword in the hand of the Grand Duke of the Eastern Realm. Under the full force of the dragon soul, this high-level magic weapon emitted a painful sword cry, and fine cracks began to spread on the blade.

"Roar!" Suddenly, the vortex formed by the light particles paused. Two dragon-shaped phantoms flashed past in the vortex, emitting mournful cries. The two dragon souls tried their best to break out of the vortex, but the black and white vortex seemed to have an infinite gravitational pull, holding onto the two dragon souls tightly. As the vortex was gradually sucked into the longsword, the struggles of the two dragon souls became more and more intense...

"Take these essences with you. The little guy's sword can't withstand them. It doesn't take that many essences to create a divine weapon. These Dragon King essences will help you hide better!" Suddenly, the voices of two Dragon Kings rang out in the void. The next moment, some of the black and white light particles suddenly disappeared while spinning...

Within the spatial rift, tiny specks of black and white dragon king essence rapidly converged towards the hidden Giant Dragon King Che Wu and then entered his body. Che Wu gritted his teeth, watching the dragon kings who were sacrificing themselves.

"Bang!" The sword in the Grand Duke of the Eastern Territory finally exploded! The next second, black and white light spiraled up the hilt, and a dazzlingly bright sword condensed inch by inch with the light!

In the last second before the black and white vortex in the sky dissipated, the longsword in the hand of the Grand Duke of the East was renewed, and the two roaring dragon souls disappeared into the sword...

"Do not grieve, children, live on..." The last breath of wind carried the final prayers of the two dragon kings.

"Victory!" The Grand Duke of the Eastern Territory, his eyes red, raised his longsword and roared at the soldiers gathered below.

"Long live the Empire! Make the traitors pay the price!"

"Die! You traitor!"

"Slay the dragon! Slay the dragon!"

"You two old guys are really putting on an act... Hehe, kid, see you in another world!" Wang Chewu, the giant dragon king hiding in the spatial rift, looked at the sword in the hand of the Grand Duke of the Eastern Realm with tears in his eyes, nodded and smiled.

"I'm afraid there won't be that chance, senior. After this war ends, I will die from my old wounds... If you're lucky, perhaps you'll be able to see my descendants in that world!" The first Grand Duke of the Eastern Territory calmly glanced at the surging crowd below and nodded to the colossal dragon king Che Wu in another space.

"..." King Chewu of the Turbulent Waves looked deeply at the first Grand Duke of the Eastern Territory, as if he wanted to etch his image into his soul.

"Life is the cornerstone of the empire... Sacrifice is the currency of racial inheritance. Someone always has to do it. If there is an opportunity... please take care of my family's descendants in the future!" After saying this, the first Grand Duke of the Eastern Territory did not wait for the Dragon King Che Wu to reply. He directly mobilized his battle qi flames to envelop the dragon power that had not yet dissipated and poured it into his body.

"Pfft!" Crimson blood drew a rainbow in the sky! The domineering dragon power rushed straight to the node of battle qi flow in his body, and then shattered the heart meridian of the Grand Duke of the Eastern Territory.

Watching the Grand Duke of the Eastern Realm plummet to the earth like a kite with a broken string, the Dragon King Chewu glanced at the astonished crowd below. A single tear transformed into summer rain, sprinkling onto the earth, bidding farewell to both the Dragon King and him...

"Our lineage is ancient and profound... Our people's virtue extends to all corners of the land... Our army is invincible... May our Emperor live ten thousand years..." The ancient war cry faded into the Central Plains with time, and a glorious empire was buried by the era...

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"The acting is so fake... That dragon vortex is their true essence, yet they insist on using two dragon-soul-like things to rampage around and make a fool of themselves..." King Chewu of the Tidal Dragon King said with a smile tinged with tears. "Gulp!" Grand Duke Oakrian Yasuo swallowed hard, looking at the sword in his hand, almost ready to kneel down before him.

Okrian Liujin, standing to the side, was even more terrified. "You mean the thing that the boss has been using to peel apples and grill meat for me for so many years is actually a manifestation of the dragon souls of two ancestors?"

"Gah!" Oakrian Ryukin's eyes rolled back and he fainted.

“This history should have been buried in the old world, but it doesn’t matter now. It’s time to vindicate them…” King Chewu of the Stormy Dragon sighed.

“No one and no dragon should be buried with the name of traitor... That war... had no sinners…” Che Wu said sadly.

“It’s all fake…” Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso said bitterly. The soul projection of the Storm Dragon King Chewu recreated the history of that year, allowing Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso to learn about that unknown past.

"Does His Majesty know about this, senior?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso suddenly asked King Chewu of the Tidal Waves.

"Huh?" Chewu turned his head and stared blankly at Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso.

"You're asking me about the messy affairs of your empire? That's your emperor, not ours!" King Chewu of the Turbulent Waves twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"So, all the Dragon Kings from back then, except for the old Dragon King, survived?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yasso asked with a curious expression.

"...Most of them are dead. Do you really think they can hide that many? Some died of old age, and some who are good at acting will pretend to die like Asata and the others..." King Chewu of the Turbulent Dragon said helplessly with a dark face.

"What about the Demon Dragon?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso asked curiously about the third dragon race evolved from the Dragon God, a fact mentioned by the Dragon King Chewu of the Stormy Seas.

“The pure-blooded demonic dragons were wiped out by the dragon race long ago. Those who defected don’t deserve to live! As for their branches, although the dragon race rejects them, they haven’t exterminated them all…” King Chewu of the Tidal Giant Dragon pondered for a moment and said.

"Did the dragons of the Gold and Silver Clans also escape that calamity?" Grand Duke Oakrian Yaso rubbed his hands together. He had been worried about the imbalance of power between the two sides, Mordor and the Gold and Silver Clans, but judging from the Dragon King Che Wu's appearance, it seemed that a group of ancient dragons had survived!
“There are survivors of the Silver Dragon Clan. I saw a sleeping Silver Dragon before I went into slumber, and a Golden Dragon…” King Chewu of the Tidal Waves frowned and sighed.

"As the royal family of the dragon race, the dragon race closest to the Dragon God, the world will written by the gods, the Great Symphony, will not let them go. The number of golden dragons is small, and each one is limited. If you want to escape..." King Chewu of the Turbulent Waves did not continue speaking, but the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

"But it's alright, aren't you youngsters doing just fine? As long as you're alive, it means we didn't lose that battle back then! After all, your royal family also has the blood of the Dragon God in its veins!" King Chewu of the Turbulent Waves said, feigning ease.

“But there is no royal family now…” Archduke Oakrian Yaso said awkwardly.

"It's alright! That royal family is also a direct bloodline of the royal family!" said King Chewu of the Surging Waves Dragon Clan.

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