Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

But his attack did not stop.

"Explode!"

Aaron Lev recited the dragon spirit language that would make all things in the universe submit unconditionally, announcing the continuation of the battle.

If it says "go to hell", probably everything will go as it wishes.

The ruler has no requests or negotiations with the slaves, only orders.

Dragon language is also known as the language of creation and the universal language, and is the king's pardon.

Nothing in the world can defy this command of self-destruction.

All matter within the range of the pupil exploded, emitting dazzling white light.

"This time it's really bad."

Jibril's brain raced, trying to make her body imitate the feeling just now.

I want to recreate the feeling just now.

Just at this time.

"boom--!"

Between the sky and the earth, a gray mist rolled up and covered the ground.

The white light of the explosion seemed to have encountered some kind of natural enemy, and the spreading power came to an abrupt halt.

"This is……"

Jibril's eyes suddenly widened, and then she felt her body go limp.

“Ahhhhh——!”

"Inzaan Nibia, what do you mean?"

As both are ancient beings, how could Aaron Lev not recognize what the fog in front of him is?

He drives the power by forcibly commanding the spirits.

Inzaen Nibia used his own power to directly eliminate the elves around him, which was equivalent to eliminating his power.

An amorphous gray fog filled the air.

The pitch-black dragon flapped its huge wings, and its orange-yellow eyes were completely filled with rage.

The dragon spirit species ranks fourth.

Fantasy species comes in second.

But the comparison was just between ordinary fantasy species and dragon species.

who is he.

He is Aaron Lev, the "Yanlong King".

A mere fantasy species wants to come and disrupt his situation.

"Oh, 'Yanlong... King', this action is not... my intention, but the will of my master, Vitan... Lord."

Intermittent replies came from the gray fog.

"Owner?"

The pupils of King Yanlong suddenly shrank, and an extremely bad premonition instantly struck his heart.

Then he saw it.

A man wearing a gray-black windbreaker, exuding a sense of nobility, stood high in the sky.

With a faint smile on her lips, she was looking at him.

“A newly born Old Deus?”

Aaron Reifer's voice was low, with a hint of unclear emotion.

There is no doubt that the one in front of him is definitely a divine species.

Even if he didn't exert any of his strength, he could still determine that the one in front of him was undoubtedly a divine spirit.

why?

Since ancient times, only the Gods have been able to control Fantasy Species.

therefore.

Even though he had never seen this man before.

He must also be a divine spirit.

And even if there was no Inzaen Nibia.

As long as he sees this man, he will not underestimate his extraordinary qualities.

"An unknown God species!"

"What do you want?"

He came out this time to avenge his dead compatriots.

It is to restore the reputation of the dragon spirit race.

In order to regain the pride of the dragon race.

It is to crush the wings of the dragon spirits that hunt them and the iron blocks that invade their territory.

Therefore, facing the unknown divine species in front of him, he did not want to conflict with it unless it was unnecessary.

"Ah--!"

Looking at the pitch-black dragon in front of him, who was acting very cautiously, Vitan sneered out loud.

Then——

“I’m a little disappointed!”

"But I was just imagining that it was a pure-blooded dragon."

"The only one who can be called a pure-blooded dragon is your first dragon, the 'End Dragon King'."

This was completely incomprehensible to Aaron Leffer.

What pure-blooded dragon?

What on earth is this unknown God-like being saying here?

However, none of this matters.

Aaron Lev was still staring at Vitan with his huge dragon eyes.

But it was the following sentence that made the dragon completely furious.

The sky and the earth were changing rapidly, dark clouds were gathering, and countless blue electric snakes were shuttling among the clouds.

"Ya Long, do you want to be my pet?"

……

"boom--!"

Along with such a loud bang, smoke filled the air instantly and a big hole appeared on the ground.

Jibril, who was in the air just now, now fell headfirst into the center of the pit like an onion.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts!"

Jibril, covering her head with tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, half sat up from the black ashes.

"hiss!"

I felt a bulge on the back of my head with my fingers, which was obviously caused by the collision just now.

"This is……"

Jibril sat up straight in bewilderment and patted the dust off her fair body.

Just now she had a feeling that she had grasped the feeling of prying space just now.

As a result, she was suddenly disconnected from the Elf Corridor, and that mysterious feeling of hers disappeared immediately.

"and many more……"

"Isn't this the small world of the fantasy species Inzaen Nibia?"

Jibril just reacted, looked at the surroundings, and made a judgment instantly.

Among all races today.

If we talk about the race that has the most knowledge about the Dragonites, Phantasmagoria, and Giants, it must be the Flügel.

And as for the most evil "Death Fog" among all the fantasy species!

Of course, the warlike and bloodthirsty race of the Flügel had organized two or three hunts against them.

Although they all ended in failure.

However, the Flügel also left detailed information about it.

Next time I meet it, I can definitely hunt it down.

The gray fog enveloped everything, blocking the view and preventing the entry of elves from the outside world.

Jibril's little brain also started to work rapidly.

Although she can't see the situation outside, she has now analyzed it.

"It seems that the 'Fog of Death' has mistakenly entered the battlefield."

"So, I have saved my life?"

Having made her own judgment, Jibril's eyes lit up.

He stood up from the ground with a swish.

No matter how much she loved war, she couldn't fail to see the obvious gap in strength.

She was prepared to fight to the death because it would be impossible for her to escape after she started the attack.

After all, just now, she had deduced that the dragon spirits moved by moving through time and space through repulsion.

This speed of movement was not something she could dodge.

That's why she chose to stop here and start fighting directly.

Now that the opportunity has arisen, we must of course retreat temporarily.

She would chop off his head next time when she was ready.

So, during the confrontation between the "Fog of Death" and the "Yanlong King", now should be the best time for her to escape.

Jibril got up from the ground, the light in her eyes flickered.

"Next time, I will definitely kill you."

Muttering this, Jibril assumed a running stance.

Now this is the small world inside the "Fog of Death".

All the elves were isolated.

But for the Flügel, the only limitation is their ability to use magic.

It will not have any impact on their physical fitness.

Therefore, she was now ready to run away from the coverage of the "Death Fog".

"I hope the confrontation between the two of them will give me enough time to escape."

He left this sentence and randomly chose a direction.

Jibril exerted her strength fiercely.

With a loud bang, the spider-web-like lines quickly cracked, leaving a long trail of gray exhaust, and Jibril turned into a shadow.

She is gambling now.

Betting on India Zain Nibia is now too busy to take care of her because of Aaron Reifer.