Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The gloomy darkness dominates the earth, and the long silvery white flashes in the sky, sometimes violent, sometimes sparse, countless blank eyes are hidden in the darkness without light everywhere, following instinct, looking at any one. Possibly still keeping sane creatures.

Twenty-five hundred and eighty-three years, since the fall of the great Creator, has long been this forsaken land.

The huge disaster is accompanied by flames and thunder, the frozen dusk, the eternal darkness, and the eternal day that surpasses all the supremacy. In an instant, the city-state that once stood on this land was quietly destroyed, and countless lives were lost in a second. Staying in the original trajectory of life, the next second, because of the power of the gods, the soul cannot even enter the underworld, and has to wander alone on the earth until it is destroyed.

Once divided by giants, there are only a dozen lonely dead cities left on the vast and fertile plains. They seem to be quietly asleep, quiet, quiet, and have entered the fog of history.

Somewhere surrounded by a high wall of three gambling, the ruins of a broken giant black tower guarding the center of the city-state still shone with meager light.

On the dark and dark streets, the once prosperity was replaced by monsters wandering around, the majestic huge high walls peeled off, and the giant bones exposed inside used as filling materials to look at the giant tower in the distance.

The deformed one-eyed skull seems to still have residual activity, and after the demise of civilization, it is also stubbornly watching the firelight.

The only thing that still exudes from the broken tower, the cold wind passes through the hall, passing through the cracks and collapses, roaring terrifying screams, mixed with the roaring thunder in the distance, all the time no longer provoking the sleeping existence. .

boom!

The sound of the wind was still screaming, but it was clear that the residents living inside the giant tower had endured to the limit. A thick and huge tail attached to the steel-like black scales swept violently, squeezing the gas in the air and making a loud noise.

With a thud, the half-broken giant tower uttered a terrifying cry again, and the remaining part of the left wall burst and collapsed, carrying a burst of dirt, and was ruthlessly thrown into the sky.

The huge wings comparable to the ancient dragon slowly spread out, the streamline is elegant, the muscles are tight, and the body of the huge dragon with strong limbs is slowly propped up. The three-headed dragon head, which is integrated with the Fractured Tower, has a similar appearance, but also shows the style of different years.

"I smell blood."

"It's a 'devil'!"

"If it's just a 'devil', it's not worth our risk."

The three heads that symbolize different stages of adulthood, youth, and old age communicate with each other. The horned dragon head is very strangely roaring in standard Elvish language, buzzing.

"What we urgently need now are believers and sustenance." The dragon head with relatively dim scales surveyed the surrounding darkness, and the emotion in the sharp vertical pupils was relatively calm.

"No, the 'devil' that grazes now turned out to be a dog before, and I've wanted to replace it for a long time!" The head, whose eyes never lacked vitality, roared excitedly, saliva dripping from his sharp teeth, "You old fellow I don’t know anything, as long as we are strong, we can always find a city-state that is willing to worship us!”

The youngest dragon head was still venting his thoughts, and the loud voice made the old dragon head turn his head aside.

"Hey old man, are you listening?"

"Enough!" In the center, the dragon head with hard scales and shimmering light slowly opened his eyes, and in the rich scarlet eyes, violence and rationality were mixed, "We don't have the capital to squander, so we can't just do it like this. Only promises."

"The seeds have already been planted. As long as there is a problem within the city-state that once believed in the giant queen~www.wuxiamtl.com~ there will be provisions." He glanced at the old man's head, and a laugh came from the right side.

Immediately, his violent eyes glared at his younger self again, and his voice was rumbling, full of threats.

"However, that doesn't mean we can keep our heads down. If we need to pay, I'm willing to continue herding a dog."

As the main body, he suppressed the different opinions. During the roar, the generous wings slowly flapped, and this majestic hill moved.

The violent airflow spread, and the three-headed ferocious dragon shot straight into the sky, and clusters of deep flames were attached to the scales, like a shooting star.

boom!

He dragged the tail flame behind him and slashed down like a sharp sword. The three equally thick dragon breaths with different powers spurted mercilessly, and rushed straight to the ruined city-state surrounded by walls below.

Blazing white, crimson, with the smell of sulphurous dragon flames galloping through the streets and houses, fierce flames mercilessly stirring everything up, spreading and surging again and again, sweeping up the last afterglow of civilization. Sky.

The torrent of flames is approaching. In a house near the edge of the outermost city wall, a book that a child once loved hundreds of years ago is still spread on the table, and the text has not faded.

"Praise, praise, the great three-headed dragon Loholid!"

"Praise, praise, the master of time and space will eventually cast his eyes!"

"Praise, praise, the city of dragons in the dark!"

The beautiful Elvish ballad seemed to sound again, and the young child's voice sang in a low voice.

"Ah!!!" The raging sea of ​​fire finally struck, and a shrill scream came from the crimson ocean that seemed to have nothing to do with it.

In the darkness in the distance, the dragon is no more.

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