Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

× Imagine 226 × Dragon Race × Destruction

In a long life, the blood race can forget the flow of time.They left a small part of the human race as food, and more human races were 'assimilated' into the same kind by them.

A long, long time has passed when the lowest maid who served as a blood bank in the vampire has evolved into a higher vampire.

The maids who have evolved into higher blood races have become extraordinarily beautiful, and they are even more attractive and attractive than male blood races. Of course, this is only on the surface, and their strength can easily crush the human army.The human race that was left as food died in large numbers, and the blood sucked by the blood race every day made them pale and terrible. Only a layer of skin remained for the emaciated ones, their wrists and ankles were all separated, a small amount of nearly dried blood slid down the gray-white stone wall grooves, and gradually gathered in the grooves on the altar.The glamorous blood woman walked up to these 'food', scooped up half a cup of blood with a stone cup set aside, then turned and left with a chuckle.

These human races are almost dead, and a large amount of blood in their bodies has been overdrawn to support those newborn blood races.

All blood races will become restrained in the face of limited food, so these human races can survive until now.But there is also an exception, which makes these human races who become food die in large numbers.

—Lance.

Lance's need for blood was so great that even Su Yu had a headache, but it was impossible for him to stop supporting this kind of consumption.So the death of the human race is a matter of course.

The barrier that sealed the entire Exiled Lands was still strong.

Su Yu followed the beam of light and looked towards the top of the sky. The battle between the dragon clan and the human clan is almost over.

……

The existence of the Dragon Clan is a legend. They have power and talent that other races cannot match, but their struggles with each other make their already extremely low reproductive ability even worse-the descendants of the Dragon Clan can only be conceived by five-clawed golden dragons. It has been hundreds of years since the five-clawed golden dragon appeared among the dragon clan.War is a god-given glory for them. Weak races are not even qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with them. They are conceited and warlike, and all their powerful power is used by them for internal fighting.But it is also because of their strength that until now, they have reached the point of extinction, and still no other race dares to challenge their dignity.Of course, except for the human race now.

The weak and cunning human race has lived from Genesis to the present, and after seven epochs, it has become stronger and stronger to make people look sideways.Up to now, they have even pushed out the orcs from the earth.

What the human race is proud of is their ability to reproduce. It takes an extremely long period of time for the offspring of all powerful races to be bred, but the human race can re-form an army in just a dozen years after its destruction, although their bodies are as big as Ants are generally fragile, but their perception of magic makes powerful races afraid.A war broke out between these two extreme races.

The dragon clan fought all the way to the capital of the human race with an overwhelming victory, and was stopped by the Holy See after easily killing the most elite knight guards of the empire.Then there was more than ten years of tranquility, and the human race once again provoked the flames of war, and once again suffered a tragic defeat.This cycle has been maintained for nearly a hundred years, and the troubled Dragon Clan suffered its first casualty after several attempts to clear the Human Clan but ended in failure.What died was a very old black dragon, which fell down from the sky under the siege of hundreds of human magicians, and the mournful dragon cry shocked the entire sky.The Dragon Clan who fought with him were stunned. They couldn't even believe that the Dragon Clan would be defeated by the Human Clan one day, and this happened right in front of their eyes.

The furious dragons drove the hurricane to sweep the entire battlefield, and cleaned up all the human races on the battlefield more thoroughly than the previous few times. After 20 years in the funeral song of bloody corpses, countless human races played the war song again .Casualties of the dragons began to appear, and with every human counterattack, the casualties increased. The dragons, which were already at a disadvantage in numbers, could do nothing but crush the entire battlefield time and time again.Of course, no matter how cleanly they slaughtered those weak human races, in the next 20 years there will only be more human races fighting back fiercely.

It is now the sixth war between the human race and the dragon race, and it has been 120 years since the first war was ignited.

The casualties of the human race can no longer be recorded in numbers, but the dragon race has only six deaths in battle. This disparity in numbers is seen by others as the defeat of the human race, but only the rare dragon race knows that the dragon race will be wiped out by the human race sooner or later Lose.If the cycle continues like this, the end of the Dragon Race is just around the corner.

In the pale gray sky, two more golden dragons fell down one after another. They were tightly covered by the swarming human race, and all signs of life completely disappeared in an instant.The dragons who were still participating in the war cried out in mourning. Like all powerful races, they couldn't believe that they ended up being destroyed in the hands of the weakest human race, opening a new era for the human race.

And judging from the present, their demise is faster than they expected——

In the seventh battle between the human race and the dragon race, the angry four-clawed red dragon stepped on the black thunder and lightning, the indestructible scale armor resisted the attacks of all magical elements, and the blood of the human race stained his claws red.And on his back, the transformed dragons waving their wands chanted the forbidden art that would destroy the world. Amidst the tremors of the earth, the cracked abyss easily engulfed those weak human races.At this time, a black giant dragon suddenly rushed up from the back of the battlefield, biting half of the body of the dragon whose physical strength was weakened due to the transformation, and bit the dragon from the middle fiercely. Break, cyan blood sprayed down from mid-air.

Under the siege of the furious dragon clan, the black dragon was torn to pieces!

The doomsday of the Dragon Clan is revealed in this fratricidal war.

In the temple at this time, the brown-haired young man who retained the characteristics of the dragon form knelt down on one knee and kissed the Pope's snow-white toes devoutly.

The Pope still maintains the appearance of a young girl, her loose blond hair has reached her ankles, her face is pure and lovely, and her blue eyes are pure and gentle.

"Rayleigh." His fair fingers stroked the young man's curly hair.

The young man rubbed against her palm.

"I'm very sorry……"

"You are right." Said the dragon youth named Lei Li, "Peace requires the most powerful species to lead, and the dragon is not suitable."

"Would you forgive me for hurting your compatriots?"

The young man raised his head with affectionate eyes, "You are so pure and kind, and everything you do can be understood by the world."

The Pope smiled slightly, "I'm really happy that you think so."

The young man was supported to stand up.

"Rayleigh, when peace comes, you take me away."

Lei Li felt that it was sacrilegious even to touch the person in front of him, but he grabbed the tender five fingers under the initiative of the Pope.

Peace requires the defeat of one side.

At the beginning of the eighth war, Lei Li paid the price of one eye to kill the only five-clawed golden dragon in the clan, and severely injured the four black dragons guarding the five-clawed golden dragon. As the son of the patriarch, he swarmed up and wanted to tear him apart. His father, the patriarch of the dragon clan, tried his best to protect him and let him escape.

But Raleigh crashed into the territory of the human race. He was seriously injured at that time, and he turned into a dragon and hovered over the Holy See, calling the Pope's name.

What greeted him was the Demon Breaking Bow of the Human Race.

When he was dying, the pope finally appeared, and the beautiful and pure girl walked to the center of the open space. Lei Li, who was irritated by serious injuries, finally fell down. He turned into a human form, and approached the pope with his blind eye covered.

On the battlefield came the mournful cry of the dragons and the war drums of the humans conveying their victory. The pope looked at the youth of the dragons who came to him.

"Rayleigh."

There was a big smile on Rayleigh's mouth, but tears kept rolling down from his other intact eye, "Peace has come."

The Pope hugged his waist, his brilliant blond hair was covered with blue blood on Lei Li's body, "Not yet."

Lei Li suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the elemental arrow pierced through his heart caused his wound to fester to the point where it could not heal.

"This is the real peace."

In the end, Raleigh suddenly thought of the first time he saw this girl, the flower and the girl, on the top of the high Antertons Mountain.

——The human race is a very weak creature, but what doesn't match their weak appearance is their greed and cunning.They only believe in one sentence.

--Non-my family, its heart must be different.

"Rayleigh, look, the dawn of peace—"

The dragon youth has closed his eyes.