Chapter 4 of the Twelve Movements of Dusk

Xius looked back and found that Gregory appeared quietly behind him at some point. The huge dragon head was almost pressed against Xius's old face, and a pair of longans covered with golden stripes and about a foot-sized radiant staring at Xius.

Although the size of the sacred dragon is not large among the dragons, if the dragon horn is included, the length of a dragon head alone is already greater than that of Seus. It is really a terrifying thing to be stared at by such a giant at such a close distance.

Seus stood up, moved two steps to the side, and said, "It turns out to be the sacred dragon in front of the goddess. With your noble identity who is high above the dragon clan, is there anything to do with me, an elderly elf?"

The floating Gregorian landed on the rooftop of the tower, and the small space could hardly accommodate its huge body. But Gregorian would rather throw a piece of dragon tail outside the tower than keep his four claws on the ground and lie in front of Seuss.

The Holy Dragon said respectfully: "I am the most faithful servant of the goddess, just call me Gregory."

Even the old fox, Seus, was shocked by Gregory's sudden respect. He immediately shook his hands and quietly moved two steps to the side, saying, "Mr. Gregory, you are a sacred dragon that claims to be flying only in the light of God, and I am just a humble elf. You talk to me with this attitude is a blasphemy to your noble identity! You see, my knees can hardly bear the weight of your body."

Gregory still lay respectfully on the ground and said, "Although I am indeed a sacred dragon, I may, no, be the weakest sacred dragon ever. Dear Elder Seus, with your wisdom, power and greatness, it is not difficult to see this. Moreover, in front of the most beautiful goddess, all living beings are equally humble. People respect and even fear me. Either because of the dragon-word magic power of the legendary sacred dragon, or because of the goddess's brilliance. It is not because of my own real strength. It is okay to deceive others, but in front of your land, all my disguise is completely useless."

Xius smiled and said, "You are really a very interesting sacred dragon! But I think you have misread the person. If you come to me for something, you might as well go to find other people. I am not even a sacred realm."

"Other people?" The sacred dragon looked disdainful in his eyes: "With you here, do I need to find other people? What's more, at this floating castle, only you can guide me. Those three guys from the desolate world of death have powerful power, but their knowledge is too shallow. This cannot be blamed for them. For thousands of years, only dealing with zombies and skeletons, even the gods will become stupid. As for the other two guys, hey, do you still need to say it? Alas. It's simply embarrassing!"

Sius was silent. From his perspective, you could see a large terrace in the other corner of the Floating City.

In a corner of the terrace, Androni embraced the blue starry sky, leaning against the stone wall behind her back, and staring at the drooping blue moon. A smile filled the corner of her mouth, and she was in a daze. She was wondering what she was thinking, but she would laugh out loud. Her face exuded the glory of happiness, which was amazingly charming, and her face was even better than before.

On the other side of the castle, the Death Clan looked at the thin sword with a yellowish ray of light, and each wrinkle was laughing.

He would stand up from time to time, walk back and forth in the moonlight, rub his hands constantly, and say to himself with excitement: "There are eleven days left, ah. No. 10 days! There are only ten days..."

Seus retracted his gaze and sighed.

Gregory said again: "Sanctuary? What is the Sanctuary? The Sanctuary is only meaningful for those humble existences who have only a single understanding of power! How can this crude way of measuring your unfathomable power? What's more, power has boundaries, and wisdom has no limits."

Seus snorted and said, "You can't think of this kind of insight! Did your two masters teach you?"

The sacred dragon suddenly howled: "Look, you even know this kind of thing! I have said a long time ago that you can't be just an ordinary elf. The wisdom of Gregory still has this little vision! Just look at Master Vina can't catch you no matter how you can't! Thinking back then, when Master Fengyue was still a skeleton, she saw me in the vast world of death at a glance. Oh no, I took the initiative to stand in front of her..."

Sius was shocked and punched Gregory on the head, knocking back the howling behind it.

Gregory also woke up and knew that not only had he violated the master's taboo, but he also howled loudly! For a moment, it was so scared that its whole body shook, its four claws became soft, and its belly stretched back and forth, and the dragon fell to the ground, and it suddenly became a true provoke. Where could it have the style of a sacred dragon?

The dragon and the elf raised their ears as much as possible, and alertly searched for the movements around, ready to escape immediately when there was a strange sound. They waited for a long time and saw that there was no movement in the castle below, so they were shocked.

Androni and the Death Clan were still immersed in their own world, turning a blind eye to the howl of the sacred dragon, probably a normal human sentry, and now they are more alert than them.

Seus looked at Gregory with hatred, then shook his head and sighed, "Gregory, you are such a very smart sacred dragon, but your master...ah!"

Gregory raised his front paws, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and sighed.

Seus snorted and said, "Why are you sighing here in a pretentious manner? How can you understand these things?"

"Because I don't understand, I have to learn it!" This time Gregory's resolute answer surprised Seus again.

Seus turned around and waved his hand and said, "I am just an elf killer who is about to reach the end of my life. How can I teach a sacred dragon? You'd better go!"

"Okay. OK." Gregory turned his head reluctantly, turned around on the narrow terrace with difficulty, and muttered: "It seems that you are unwilling to give me some advice. I know, you are not unable, but you are unwilling. However, it seems that no one knows about Master Fengyue and Master Weina, and Master Fengyue doesn't want others to know about this. Very, very unwilling! Maybe, maybe I should remind her. Someone has noticed that I have two masters. After all, without a master, there is no loyal Gregory. Even if Master Fengyue is furious and demolishes me back into a skull dragon, my loyal heart will remain unchanged forever..."

"Stop!" Seus called out to Gregory, who was about to fly, and said laughing and crying: "You sacred dragon. What you do now can't be close to the sacred one!"

"How could it be?" Gregory said, breathing in and exerting power, and squeezed out a large scattered ray of sacred light on his body. "Look, Gregory, the Holy, is my name."

Sius was so angry that he said, "What do you want to do when you look for me? Just tell me!"

Gregory was overjoyed. The dragon head looked forward to show his intimacy, but the horn on the left almost hit Sius. It chanted the magic of dragon language, and before too long, a text written in dragon language appeared in the air.

Xius glanced at the text, then frowned and said, "Finally level Transformation? I have never heard of the Holy Dragon and want to learn this place. With your talented abilities, isn't it easy to cast a few dragon-word Transformation? There is no need to practice this useless ultimate transformation! What do you want to become? What creatures can compare to the Holy Dragon? What's more, the sacred dragon's casting and spell-like ability is the best dragon clan. How could you not understand the ultimate transformation? Humph, just because you want to hide it from me?"

Gregory said: "The great Elder Sius, even if you don't consider your power second only to the goddess, your wisdom alone is enough to crush all enemies! How could I hide it from you? But I think you must have seen that I have just become a sacred dragon, and I have not yet fully mastered the basic dragon language magic. In time, I can certainly master the ultimate transformation technique, but..."

The sacred dragon subconsciously stretched its neck and looked at the palace where Feng Yue lived. The huge dragon's eyes were filled with hot flames: "...I really can't wait! When you are only a short distance from your favorite thing, but cannot reach it, what does it feel like? It's painful! It's so painful!"

"Oh..." Seus felt enlightened. He smiled and approached the giant of Gregori and stared at its sacred, loyal, noble eyes.

Of course, given the huge gap in size between the two sides, Sius could only stare at Gregory's eye. But even so, the old fox's sharp gaze almost penetrated its entire soul.

"What skills do you want to learn final level transforming? What skills do you plan to master through it?" Sius finally retracted his gaze that made Gregory all over his body.

"Hide, stealth, disguise and listen." Gregory replied without hesitation, obviously it had been brewing for a long time.

"These are all very ordinary thief and killer skills! Why don't you use Dragon Language Magic instead? As far as I know, advanced stealth in Dragon Language Magic is still very useful. And you can still wander, so there is no need to sneak at all!"

"Under the eyes of God, all magical energy is nowhere to be hidden. And as long as these most basic abilities can be exerted to the extreme, they will produce effects that dragon language magic cannot replace. They are completely possible to hide from God's eyes!" Gregory said seriously.

"That's because you know too little about Dragon Word magic! Forget it, but what you said makes sense. When these basic abilities are combined, even gods will have a headache. Well, is it a god you want to spy on? Which god is it? Is it the god around us?" Seus smiled and tempted him in a row.

Gregory immediately said seriously: "I just want to learn art from you, walk in the darkness, and be unaware of art."

Sius smiled and said, "Very good! The ultimate transformation technique allows you to choose three creatures. What are you going to choose?"

Gregory had at least thought about the primary choice and immediately said, "Dwarf!"

Xius's eyes lit up and said, "The dwarf land is the best race to cooperate with these skills. It seems that you have some talent, okay. I will explain to you the use of final level transforming. Well, your power is too low at the moment, but I can change the final level transforming. If you only choose one creature at the beginning, you can still master this skill. However, after you have learned it, you have to do something for me."

Gregory immediately agreed. Although it could not do anything that Seus could not do, in order to learn the final level of deformation, it had already sacrificed itself, and it would do whatever it was hard or difficult. If it really couldn't do it, it would just be stolen.

In the corner of the city of floating in the sky, an elf and a sacred dragon were secretly studying the art of the darkness.

"Gregory!" After teaching the ultimate transformation technique of the Holy Dragon, Seus coughed and said earnestly: "These are the most basic skills to walk in the darkness, but also the most useful skills. After you have mastered it, do you just want to be a bystander and watch the development of the situation?"

Gregory thought for a moment and said, "I'm already satisfied."

Indeed, before mastering these skills, Gregory would not be a bystander of history, but could occasionally become a bystander, even if he could only hear a few words, he would make it happy for several days. But if he heard what Sius said, it would be possible to go further?

The sacred dragon's heart became itchy again. It was unstoppable.

"You also need to give me some advice from Lord Sius, who is noble, wise, elegant and unique in taste." Gregory said respectfully.

"Weak existences like us cannot compete with those powerful guys, so we can only choose to hide in the darkness. But no matter how powerful an existence or even the gods, the balance between them is very subtle. Sometimes, you only need a little bit of external force. If you hear it clearly, just a little bit, you can break this balance and make things develop in the direction we hope. The power to destroy the balance does not need to be very powerful, and even people like us who only dare to hide in the dark also have this power. Think about it, when those powerful existences change the direction of fate because of your intervention in the dark, how fulfilling it would be! Of course, there are huge risks in this, it depends on how you choose."

Every golden pattern in Gregory's dragon eyes is shining, and of course it knows its choice.

In the night, a huge figure swept across the sky. The sacred dragon was eager to find a quiet place to practice the new ultimate transformation technique. While searching for a suitable place, it also felt a little strange. It had been conspiring with Xius for a long time, and there were several times when it was carried away. But why did the master feel keenly that he would not be able to feel disrespectful to such closeness?

There are many sleepless people this night.

Roger stood quietly in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the blue moon in the night sky, constantly recalling the fighting skills of the Black Warrior Emperor and the Bone Emperor. The more Roger recalled every move, the tighter his brows frowned. He focused almost all his attention on these two kings. The most terrifying thing about the Bone Emperor is his powerful attack power and instantaneous speed. He does not have many combat skills, nor does he need these skills. The Black Warrior Emperor is somewhat similar to the Paladins or Rangers in this world to some extent. His combat power is balanced and there is no particular point, but various auxiliary skills allow him to adapt to combat in any environment. As for Elgra, Roger did not think too much.

This does not mean that Elgra's power is not as good as these two kings, but most of the magic knowledge of the Lich is already contained in Roger's memory. Of course, if you know, it is almost impossible to defeat this Lich who has lived for thousands of years by relying on magic. During the long years of thousands of years, although the Lich was afraid of celestial patrols and did not dare to improve his magic power, it spent all its time on improving magic control and studying new magic applications. If only the number of magic masters is proficient, it is enough to match several great magicians.

Roger repeatedly thought about what would the battle end if he stood in front of these three kings. He knew that each king had much stronger power than him, but pure power was not everything.

The fat man smiled coldly.

Just as the first rule of the king in the world of death is the rule of the king, there are also rules for restraining the strong in this world. Fat people are familiar with these rules. No matter how powerful the kings are, they can only rely on and use them. Even Rodriguez was very concerned when using the power of death and did not dare to be too arrogant. However, it is impossible for the kings who have lived in the world of death to know this.

The fat man couldn't help but regret that he was too excited that day, so he spoke to challenge the kings. Since he said that the kings were fighting a war, what kind of dignity and morality should he be concerned about? After all, war is not a decisive battle. Why should he expose his intentions too early and make them be prepared?

But when he thought about it, it might not be a good thing. There are always opportunities, it just depends on whether he can use it. The three kings have powerful power. They may be able to adapt to the world quickly and grow, but they will never be familiar with some important rules in this world, such as people's attitude towards the dead. The king's power is indeed powerful and must be used well...

In a blink of an eye, Roger had several plans.

Roger suddenly remembered that the divine servant Serafi had inexplicably only the level 14 fighting spirit. And when she was teaching herself a lesson, she even disdained to attach the level 14 fighting spirit on her flying fist. Level 14 fighting spirit! Only level 10, Serafi had already beaten the fat man so hard that he could not find the North. Every time the shiny and exquisite boots stepped on Roger's belly, they fully exerted the level 10 fighting spirit to the fullest, and they refused to waste the weakest trace, and all of them were sent into Roger's body. Each of the thousands of lines of fighting spirit seemed to have eyes, poking the magic power that Roger was trying to condense, and even tortured his nerves with spare strength.

Roger repeatedly recalled those steps. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was intoxicated and still had an unfulfilled sense of his feelings. If Serafi was present, I was afraid Roger would want to ask her to step on it a few more times.

He suddenly sighed, feeling that the world is so vast and boundless. Unfortunately, time is fair to everyone and will never give him a single point to explore and experience it.

Roger reached his hand in front of him, and the blue moonlight fell quietly on his spread palm. Suddenly, the light that flowed like mercury was like a bay of lake water, slowly accumulated in his palm, like a solid liquid, overflowed from the edge of his palm to a certain height. As soon as the moonlight left the range of his hand, it turned into light again and projected onto the ground.

Under the moonlight, the shadow of the hand had disappeared.

Roger smiled slightly, with a little bitterness. If he focused on improving his strength as soon as possible, then Fengyue, why are you like this...

But there is no shortcut to the path of power. Even if he pays more attention to personal strength, the result will still be the same.

Rog knew in his heart that he looked up at the Blue Moon and only smiled bitterly.

Stars flashed in the velvet deep blue sky. The full moon was moving to the middle of the sky. The floating city stood quietly in the west. The magic light of the seven colors intertwined is more dazzling than the day in the deep night scene, and even took away the light of the blue moon ruled the night sky. However, in the changing magic light, a strong breath of death occasionally reveals, adding a hint of weirdness to this dreamy and beautiful castle.

On the floating city, behind the closed colored windows of the central hall, the silver eyes passed through numerous obstacles, and were also looking at the blue moon in the sky...

The moon sets, the moon rises.

On Rogue's military map, the position of the blood-colored double flags kept moving forward.

After Feren, there was the unique small town of Lubek; after Lubek, there was the majestic military fortress Wanda; when Wanda was dyed dark red, the flying double flags finally arrived at the capital of the Delaware Empire, Tiffany.

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