The sun sets.

The black and gold dragon lies on the gray-white stone cliff, quietly looking at the huge fortress located between the distant mountains and rivers.

Half of the dragon's body shines like the platinum sun, and half as deep as the dark night in the deep sky. It can be seen that the golden body is stronger than the black body on the left. The dragon horns standing alone on one side point directly at the sky like a spear, as strong as gold and stone.

The purple-black scale powder kept falling off its gently waving wings, mixing with snow dust and gray sand into a chaotic fog. The fog spread along the wind towards the forest below, and then sank into the dark shadow.

In the shadow, there were countless silent figures, and purple-blue light flashed in their eyes. Chaos charmed the eyes of these beasts and corroded their minds like poison. Now, the beasts have lost the ability to think, and they are immersed in the bloodthirsty frenzy, no longer see anything except the enemy and the "king".

Only in this black and purple mist can they be soothed and maintained at a minimum of peace.

"……hiss."

The ordinary black-eroded dragon is without wisdom, but it is just a beast that obeys instinctive actions, but it is different.

With his wings swinged, the snow on his body fell. The dragon slowly stood up and stood on the cliff, scanning the army that belonged to it, with inexplicable glory flashing in his eyes, as if thinking.

Purebred black-eroded dragons are descendants of ancient dragons that spread plagues. They were born in the corpses of deeply infected mad beasts and reproduced like spore fungi. In the deep black forest of the mainland, there are hundreds or thousands of black-eroded dragons that reproduce, but only one of them can break through its own limits and awaken to the platinum-colored "true god".

The meditative dragon was once one of them. It succeeded, but failed.

In the nest in the deep mountains, it broke through its limits and began to undergo a thorough transformation in the bone-like pain. But when it was halfway through, on the other side of the mountains, another similar awakened faster than it. Under the inexplicable sense, the overwhelming murderous intent passed through the forests and hills, locking the black and golden dragon firmly. In order to survive, the dragon could only abandon its nest, interrupted its awakening, which was only once in a lifetime, and fled in panic.

It passed through the black forest, broke through the floating clouds, and reached the South China Sea that other similar species had never passed by in one night. It then got rid of the newborn golden ancient dragon that had been chasing behind it... It was not yet wise at that time, and it was extremely weak, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then instinctively chose to land on an unmanned island.

On the island, it found a secret cave, which contained many human bones, and many strange patterns on the cave walls. The extremely evil totems and the altar exuded an ominous smell. However, how could the extremely tired black dragon understand these things? It quickly entered it and then fell asleep deeply.

But even in the near-coma sleep, the endless pain caused by the interruption of transformation still tortures it. It was a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, like an ant bite, and a torture that the dragon could not bear. Even the black dragon without wisdom could not help but have doubts.

Perhaps, it should not interrupt its transformation, but try its best to see if it can wake up successfully before the other party arrives.

Perhaps, even if it interrupts the awakening, it should not escape in such a mess, but instead strives to make the enemy pay the price of bleeding even if it loses its life.

But so what? The past has passed, it is alive now, and it only wants to live.

Endless pain accompanied by deep despair invaded the dragon's heart, causing its will to fall continuously.

At this moment, it seemed that the breath of destruction was sensed. The evil runes on the cave wall gradually lit up, and light appeared on the altar. Soon after, a strange sound made the sleeping black dragon's heart sound.

It was the obscure dragon language, the most learned scholar dared not claim to be proficient in complex language, but it could understand clearly and gain the wisdom to think and reply to the voice in an instant.

"Give it, get it."

"Chaos are above, foolish dragon, make your choice."

...

As the memories ended, the black and golden dragon slowly closed its one-eye.

Even it cannot remember what it has paid and what it has gained.

But no matter what, the black dragon, who already possesses wisdom, knows that it is no longer the black-eroded dragon that failed to awaken in the past. The power of chaos is bred and transformed in the body, and through its scale powder and viruses, it is wiser and more powerful than in the past.

There is also order between the true chaos. Pure chaos means eternal nirvana, and life and soul are the most orderly chaos, or the most chaotic order...

The mission of the mysterious voice to it is to kill the lives with wisdom as much as possible, and use their souls and flesh as sacrifices to open several seals located in the extreme north of the world. The more sacrifices, the faster the seal is opened, and the longer the power and life span it gets. It is even possible to undergo a second awakening to completely eliminate the eternal pain caused by the failure of awakening.

The sun set completely, the light of the moon gradually illuminated, and the silver-white light covered the earth.

"Hiss ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Accompanied by the roar of the Chaos Dragon, the originally silent Black Forest boiled in an instant. With the sound of footsteps as big as the earth's vibration, countless groups of beasts infected by chaos rushed out of the Black Forest, and the roars and roars resounded throughout the sky.

Their target is the fortresses in the distance.

The war began again.

--fortress

The two moons rise.

Holding a gray iron-wood staff and a violet hair-colored woman stood on the frosty and snow-covered city wall. She looked silently at the distance of white mountains and black forests, as well as the tide of mad beasts that rushed towards her, and then let out a slight sigh.

Vildanni Scarlet, a golden-level mage, looks very young due to the reshaping of the golden-level extraordinary body, but it has been more than ten years since she took over the title of Earl from her father and became the lord of the Moldova. At the age of thirty-three, she is already a mother of two children and has repelled more than a dozen dark tides of the past years. She can be said to be rich in experience.

But even so, the mage who has seen countless storms can't help but feel confused about the scene in front of him.

Blizzard tilted down from the black and gray sky. As the cold wind whistled, countless monsters rushed out from the black jungle in the distance, endless and boundless, as if black raging waves came. Among them, there were tens of thousands of winter wolf packs, as well as huge ice mammoths. The violent white bears and low dragon beasts mixed together to form an array to advance. The giant bats and flying dragons that were hovering in the air were as dense as black clouds.

"Two hundred thousand..."

The points covered the plain like a tide, and the crazy beast that rushed in was coming quickly. Veldanni smiled bitterly, and didn't know what to say. She could only repeat softly: "Twenty-hundreds of thousands of monsters, this is almost the entire black forest."

The primordial mage's estimate was not wrong. It was the fact that the entire monsters near the Great Aes Mountains were gathered together by some existence and controlled them to rush back and forth to the crumbling fortress.

I can't hold on a few times anymore.
Chapter completed!