Chapter Thirteen The Origin Of The Son Of Death, The Prelude To The War!
"Spirits? A sea of nothingness in a crack in the plane?"
Grace's expression froze for a moment.
When Miluth said the name of the elf species, he felt something was wrong, a little abnormal.
"Your Majesty Goreth, this is the former Black Dragon Emperor—his remaining thought body answered me. Although the thought body is not the person himself, the memory cannot be wrong, unless His Majesty the Cage Emperor met by chance at that time. "Son of Death" ", but once the Son of Death is assigned a position by the "Multiverse Death", it is impossible to leave easily. "
Milos repeated it again, with anger towards the elves in her eyes, as if she had confirmed the identity of the enemy: "There is no doubt that this is the revenge of the "elves" on you. "
"Is that so? It seems that you do know something."
After listening to Miluth's narration, Goreth fell into thinking and seemed to be thinking about something.
He fell into silence and didn't continue to ask, but he had obviously guessed something from Miluth's description.
Elf species, why is it an elf species?
Can't it be another race?
It's not that Grace doesn't want to deal with the elves, but that the timing of the appearance of "Son of Death" is too coincidental.
Coincidentally, when anyone hears that it is haunting the sea of planes near the elf dimension, they subconsciously think that the elves are the attackers behind the scenes.
Knowing that offending the Dragon Clan would not end well, he still did it.
Isn't this purely a problem with brain cognition?
Grace didn't believe that elves would be so stupid.
But some things that happened after that almost confirmed that this was what the elves did, because the identity of the summoner was also discovered.
That's right, they are members of the elves in this world.
That guy got some kind of oracle, and according to the method, sacrificed the lives of many clansmen, and then used his body as a container to summon the "Son of Death".
"So, Your Majesty, what should we do?"
Miluth looked at Goreth with some concern. Although Miluth was not afraid of the huge energy support given by Goreth, the enemy had not been caught yet, which meant that there was still the possibility of another attack.
"Don't worry, let's rest for a while, you are tired too."
Grace replied indifferently.
Mi Lusi froze for a moment, then understood something.
She didn't ask any more, as long as the Dragon Emperor knew what was in his mind.
"Then I will stay here and protect the safety of His Majesty the Dragon Emperor!"
Milos said seriously.
"Well, thank you for your trouble."
Grace thought for a while, and did not disappoint Milus's response, this is her responsibility as the Dragon King.
Secondly, Grace understands that there will be no second "Son of Death" coming.
This "assassination of the Dragon Emperor" action, relying on Goreth's IQ, can still easily see the clues.
This is not an assassination in the true sense, but an act to achieve a certain political purpose.
The reason is actually very simple. No one would choose to assassinate the Dragon Emperor at the Dragon King Ceremony, where the top combat power of all the dragon clan gathers. Knowing that the failure rate is astonishingly high, but still rushing forward, it can only show that it is a conspiracy.
As for the purpose, do you still need to think about it?
——The elves were blamed, and the dragons were forced to send troops to crusade against the elves, which opened the prelude to the third multiverse race war.
Once the war starts, don't think about staying out of it.
It is estimated that the elves never thought that they would be used as guns.
Not to mention the Dragon Clan.
The fuse of the war has been laid, and when the "Elf Envoy" is captured and announced to the world, the Dragon Clan will immediately burst into anger.
Grace couldn't hold back.
He is a majestic Dragon Emperor, it is impossible to use the influence of the "Dragon God Crown" to suppress the dragons, so that they will not be angry, and not launch war actions against the elves.
He could do it, but he couldn't do it. That would be tantamount to self-defeating, sweeping away the majesty of the entire Dragon Clan.
Grace is sensible and calm.
He was thinking, thinking about how to vent the anger of the dragon clan, and how to deal with the elves. Of course, the most important thing is to find the real mastermind behind the scenes.
After all, the fact that "the elves summoned the "Son of Death" to attack and assassinate the Dragon King `||Emperor", even if Goreth didn't believe it was true, the fact has already happened. , so it will be a matter of time to send troops to the elves.
"So, when should I enter the battlefield? The reason for the war is sufficient, and the fear of being bitten back is the reason for the dragon's self-directed and self-acted war."
While Goreth was holding Milos in his arms and meditating, space-time fluctuations appeared in the hall, and a dragon appeared nearby.
"Report to His Majesty Grace...uh!!"
The newly promoted "Dragon King of Time" Tritz returned from the "Temple of Time", and then saw the ambiguous scene in front of him.
In the space filled with many high-dimensional matter particles, red light filled the courtyard of Dragon Emperor Castle. The scarlet dragon girl, Milus, and Goreth, the king of dragons who never survived in this world, embraced each other on a gorgeous bench.
Miluth's body was clinging to the Dragon Emperor, her soft curves perfectly blended with his resolute physique. Dragon Emperor's arms wrapped around her waist, like protecting a precious pearl. Their bodies fit tightly together, exuding an intoxicating aura.
The two bowed their heads silently as if they were thinking about something, and their eyes met, revealing indescribable emotions. Milos bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes shone with a seductive light and a hint of seduction, as if she was conveying some kind of unspeakable desire.
Because the feeding of the Dragon Emperor's golden blood had just finished, coupled with the oppression of the Black Dragon Emperor's consciousness body, the delicate face looked bloody and crimson.
Grace was thinking about how to deal with this matter, and how to deal with the elves next, and fell into a distraction.
But he didn't stop the movement of hugging Miluth tightly, it was out of instinct, because of this, the movements between each other fell into Tritz's eyes. The relationship between the scarlet dragon king and the dragon emperor seemed to be beyond her expectations, as if she had discovered some secret, she looked at Milus who was nestled in Goreth's arms.
"Ahem, Your Majesty Reis.
Tritz felt that he might not be here at the right time, but he still reminded: "Miss Mirafil and Syluff are on their way, I hope you can pay attention, otherwise the situation may become complicated and tense.
Grace paused for a moment, then let go of the beautiful woman in his arms, with an embarrassed expression on his face.
He didn't explain anything, just nodded to indicate that he understood.
Milus stood up, nodded slightly to Tritz, and explained with a blank expression: "You misunderstood.
"Okay, back to the topic, did "Kernos" say anything?"
Grace looked at Tritz seriously.
"Return to Your Majesty, the patriarch of Kornos asked me to give this to you, please read it carefully."
The slender silver dragon body of the time-space dragon Triz approached, and then handed a ball of pure white light emitting space-time fluctuations to Goreth. That thing was not a mortal thing, but a "space-time memory".
"This space-time memory records the whole process of the "Son of Death" coming to the Dragon Dimension.
Listening to Teliz's answer, Goreth devoured and absorbed the mass of "space-time memory", and then the whole process of the son of death coming to this world emerged in his mind.
In the memory of time and space read by Goreth, a certain elf village in the Dragon Dimension is shrouded in an eerie atmosphere, and the chill permeates it.
In the dark night, lightning pierced the sky and thunder roared.
Suddenly, a dark energy fell from the sky, like a black lightning, violently tearing apart the space.
Immediately afterwards, the unstable space-time fluctuations of another dimension connected to the body of a certain "elven species" who was devout to the gods of other worlds, and a terrifying scene began to unfold. The guy's face was covered by a hood with sharp horns, Only a pair of deep eyes were exposed, shining with angry and wild light.
The black-robed elf was filled with an evil aura, he raised his hands, and unknown energy began to revolve around his body, forming a black whirlwind. The black whirlwind spread, devouring the surrounding light, leaving a gloomy scene.
As the black whirlwind continued to condense, the wind of death devoured the life of the entire village, almost in an instant, hundreds of people died at the same time.
His chant followed.
'The messenger of death, the son of darkness, heed my call and come to this place. Bring your strength, destruction and rebirth, son of death, I call on your aid. '
A huge and terrifying figure began to appear. Its body was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and its huge wings spread out, emitting a shadow-like light. It is a horrible concept of the evil god, the coming of the son of the "negative life form", the god of death.
The eyes of the son of death are burning with evil flames. Its appearance means destruction and death, and negative energy death waves will be emitted from the body to the outside world.
Ordinary creatures will be instantly deprived of their vitality and soul when they encounter such fluctuations.
When plants encounter this fluctuation, they dry up and die.
In addition, particle energy, radioactive substances, and electromagnetic waves such as light will also be swallowed together, so that wherever the Son of Death passes, the world becomes extremely dark, and no light can be seen.
Afterwards, the son of the god of death crossed the obstacle of space, appeared in the crystal palace of the dragon empire mother, and attacked the dragon Digores.
This "memory of time and space" completely records the whole process of the arrival of the Son of Death.
However, there are a few doubts worth noting.
First of all, who is the "spiritual species" who established the link with the black-robed elf species? It is impossible to summon the "son of death" with the power of the elf species alone. This is like a human summoner who suddenly regards Goreth as a contracted beast Summoning the same bullshit as in the past, the elves and being able to summon the "Reaper" will be hell.
In the space-time memory, the answer is also given.
The black-robed elf drew an extremely mysterious magic circle. There are many magic runes on the magic circle that Goreth couldn't recognize. It is estimated that it has something to do with the "Son of Death". Secondly, he sacrificed his life in exchange for "" The coming of the "Son of Death" has come at a very high price.
In the end, "Son of Death" is not an all-knowing and omnipotent monster. How did it determine Goreth's identity, and how did he lock Shules' position in an instant?
In other words, through whom did "Son of Death" learn about Goreth's information, or was it an instinctive action, or the result of being manipulated?
These are all doubtful points, Goreth pondered for a moment, and asked Tritz: "How did Kornos answer about the "Son of Death"?"
"Your Majesty, the Patriarch said that for some powerful beings, it is not difficult to summon the "Son of Death". A conceptual existence that obeys orders from any force or individual, and is a member of the super-conceptual evil god. "
The original words of Tritz relayed the answer of the past time and space dragon king Kernos.
"So, tell me who in the Dragon Dimension can summon the "Son of Death"?"
Grace stretched out his hand, held Tritz's face, and stared at her with fiery eyes.
got fucked like this , telez
His eyes could not be dodged or escaped, he stared blankly at Gores for a few seconds, and his tone was a little hurried: "Your Majesty, don't you trust me?"
"Well, of course not. It is because I trust you that I let you answer all of this."
Grace's face got closer and closer. Under such a close contact, even the beautiful Tritz felt extreme tension and rapid heartbeat.
Of course it's not shyness, it's more like (good thing) a companion is like a tiger, she doesn't know what the Dragon Emperor is thinking, and can only be honest with everything she knows, even her guesses
answer out.
"According to, as far as I know, there are quite a few people in the Dragon Dimension who can do this... First of all, the Lord "False Dragon King" in the past, he must know the origin of the Son of Death
And secretly, when he acted with the Black Dragon Emperor in the past, he also saw the existence of such monsters with his own eyes. Even with the power of the Void Dragon King, it is not impossible to control the Son of Death
When Silver Dragon Lady Terez said this, she looked at Goreth nervously.
"He can do it, but he won't be that stupid.
Goreth thought for a while, and denied the false Dragon King. That guy couldn't be stupid enough to deal with him, but the "Chaos Demon God" Niya beside him was suspicious.
However, the relationship between Naiya and Shinigami is not that close.
"continue.
Gores pinched the chin of the silver dragon lady Teliz, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth: "Tell me everything you know and suspect. 11
"Yes...the other person who can summon the "Son of Death" is Master Kornos, but you know, father... the patriarch, he can't summon the Son of Death
If monsters like this come to attack you, it is even more impossible to leave the Temple of Time and find cooperation with super concept evil gods.
Tritz was very anxious, as if he was worried that Goreth was undoubtedly the Dragon King of Time and Space.
"That's not certain, but I believe in you. Therefore, I don't suspect Kornos to kill someone with a knife."
Grace nodded, the space-time Dragon King hadn't fallen to that level yet.
"Speaking of which, Your Majesty Grace... you can also summon the "Son of Death" in theory, right?"
Grabbed by the waist and holding his chin with one hand, Tritz looked aggrieved on his exquisite face, and then replied weakly. .