Black Dragon Kingdom

Therefore, the threat to them is limited, but the big three on the opposite side are different. They are terrifying existences with the power of the gods in their heyday under the blessing of their own world.

Every time the Big Three make a move, they, the gods, have to fit together, so that they can fight back and forth with each other.

If they don't fit together, if they fight one by one, the total sum is not enough to fight against the Black Dragon Queen, one of the Big Three.

After some discussions, the one hundred and eighty-five ancient evil gods decided to maintain the current state.

Continuously sending the fighters in the territory they ruled to the front line to fight with the Dragon Alliance, and they, the ancient evil gods, were desperately farming in the rear without the Big Three, desperately mobilizing their soldiers, and desperately strengthening their own power. strength.

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"Cough cough cough!"

"Losing money, where are we? Look at the map, I can't read, I can't understand."

The eighteen-year-old young man on crutches limped along a small road with the money-loser Wen Lester, and the direction they were heading was the far west.

Win Lester looked at the messy map in his hand. He had an IQ of 300 and didn't know that he had brought the map upside down. After struggling to understand it, he pointed in the direction of the rising sun and said, "That The direction is west."

Looking at the faintly rising sun in the distance, the eighteen-year-old was a little puzzled.

Before his relatives died, didn’t they say that the opposite direction when the sun rises is where they are going? Why did they get it reversed?

Also, according to the direction Wen Lester pointed out, they have gone in vain for dozens of days.

The eighteen-year-old youth patted Wen Lester casually, grabbed the map, and asked with some doubts, "Do you really know how to read maps?"

"When my relative died, he clearly said that the direction opposite to the direction where the sun rises in the morning is the direction we are going to go."

"Why are you still pointing in the direction of the rising sun, let us go there?"

"According to what you said, our dozens of days will be gone in vain."

The two stared at the map with big eyes and small eyes, and looked at each other, looking a little dazed.

As an existence with an IQ as high as 300 that can be called a saint, Wen Lester's intelligence is of course at the top.

Even if he is a young man suffering from congenital brain deficiency, congenital heart disease, congenital lung failure, congenital kidney failure, congenital gastrointestinal failure, five-deficient youth.

But his IQ is still not low with the blessing of various life-support technologies.

However, no matter how powerful his IQ is, facing the world's new characters and messy maps, he is still almost illiterate.

As for the eighteen-year-old youth, let alone him, he was an honest farmer before the war, he could not read a single word, and he had never been ten miles away from home since he was a child. .

In the end, the two of them decided to continue walking in the direction they are going now.

Because they can't find their way, this continent is too big.

And they are so small.

On the vast battlefield, they are a group of cannon fodder, they will die anytime and anywhere.

A group of seven of them fought desperately on the battlefield, killing kobolds, tauren, goblins, and humans. They fought all the way to protect this money-loser, and now he is the only one left. A disabled person.

"Losing money, what's your name?"

"It took so many people to die to bring you out. Those guys who died didn't even know your name."

"Send you there, when I go home and chat with them on their graves, I don't even know your name, I don't know how to tell them."

The eighteen-year-old young man walked forward slowly with a cane. He lost a leg, and there was a smile in his tone.

It's just that no matter how much you laugh, the deep sadness can't be lingered.

When mentioning the six friends who sacrificed for him, Wen Lester lowered his head, suppressing the emotion and tears in his heart and said: "My name is Wen Lester, and people in my hometown call me a saint. I am for hope, and I am powerless to save them."

"I can't save you, there are too many things in this world that I can't do."

"It's hard to even survive."

"I'm really the most useless saint in the world!"

Tears flowed down with the words.

Breaking away from the mother universe that pampered him like a son, he was entangled by countless congenital and heritable genetic diseases, and it was really difficult for him to move forward. He was so fragile like a newborn baby who could only crawl.

If it weren't for the source of the world in his body supporting him all the time, he would have fallen to the ground in less than a minute, motionless.

"Holy!"

"what is that?"

"I know the legendary saint, is the saint as great as the legendary saint?"

The eighteen-year-old youth widened his eyes, and an invisible excitement filled his chest.

At this moment, he could feel in a trance that he was like the heroes in the epic, following the existence of the saints and creating their own epic.

Leave a strong mark in history.

Hear the words of the legendary saint.

Wen Lester thought about it carefully. In the past year, he has gone through life and death, crossed the battlefield, beheaded a kobold, and was almost beheaded by a kobold. He ran all the way, really running as fast as his soul flew.

It can be said that what he has experienced in this year is more exciting than what he has experienced in half his life.

Thrilling, pain, sadness, confusion, madness, hope, countless emotions turned into a surging tsunami, constantly impacting his consciousness.

While beating his consciousness stronger, it is also giving him new knowledge.

He said casually, "Legendary saint, he should be a little worse than me."

"They should only be successors, creating new knowledge based on existing knowledge, not saints who create new systems of knowledge."

As the beloved child of the Alkas universe, he has the favor of countless worlds, and he naturally has an intuition that allows him to obtain the most correct answer from nothingness.

Intuition told him that the legendary saint was not a saint.

They just exist step by step along the path created by others.

instead of creating a path for the saint

I heard Win Lester say that the legendary saint is a little worse than him.

The eighteen-year-old was startled.

The legendary saint, that is a super big man that he will never see.

The world is turned upside down with a wave of hands, and tens of millions of human beings have to obey his orders.

Cannon fodder like him can be pulled out tens of millions with just a few fingers.

Wen Lester actually said that the other party was not as good as him.

After taking a look, he was panting non-stop after walking two steps, not as good as his one-legged disabled Win Lester.

I believe in your ghosts.

It is said that a saint can destroy ten thousand of you by pulling out a single hair.

You even said that the other party is not as good as you.

Why is the heart so big? This is all blowing up the cows.

Looking at the eighteen-year-old youth with a face full of disbelief.

Wen Lester shook his head and said nothing!

Eleven months later, the battle zone on the edge of the Dark Swamp.

Delia, the legendary elven saint, looked at the human saint who jumped out of nowhere in the swamp, driving a canoe and advancing in the wind and rain.

A small mouth was widened by shock, and he said in shock: "The human beings on the opposite side have thrown away the saints who have not acquired extraordinary power and no self-protection ability at will."

"Aren't they afraid that the saints in the nether world will rush out angrily and cleanse the entire human world?"

"It's too much."

Delia's anger value was directly filled up.

The saint is not just the saint of the human race, with the help of plagiarism, a high-level skill that anyone with an IQ can use.

The rules created by the saints on the human side can only temporarily distance humans from other races. After a long time, the rules created by the saints of humans will be taken home by other races. .

Especially the elves and dwarves of the second of the three bright clans, they really used the skill of plagiarism to the extreme.

Whenever there are rules in the human world that can strengthen their race, they will introduce them experimentally.

After testing that it is really good for your own race, you will use it immediately.

Of course, if good things appeared in the elves and dwarves, humans would not be polite, and plagiarism was first used by humans.

Therefore, no matter what race the saints belong to, they will be confessed and treated as gods.

Now that the human beings on the opposite side treat the saints of their own race like this, it really blinded her elf eyes.

A few days later, two muddy fruits were thrown in front of Ace.

Delia, the legendary sage of the elves, was wearing a gorgeous crystal gauze mage robe, and said angrily, "Your Majesty, those humans are too shameful."

"The great existence of the saint, they turned it into this ghost."

"If they do what they do, who will be willing to do their part for the development of the world in the future."

"They are breaking the root of the eternal shape of our world."

"They must pay a heavy price."

At this time, the anger value of the legendary saint Delia had reached its peak.

If she hadn't known that with her own strength, she wouldn't be able to do anything against the human world on the opposite side, and she would have killed it long ago.

Saints are the ladder of progress in the world. They comprehend new knowledge and new rules from nothingness, so that the world will continue to grow and develop.

The world they are in today can be so powerful, and the help of the saints is indispensable.

It is also when countless saints have created new rules one after another, making the world more stable, and making the genetic level of all living beings continue to rise, so that the level of true spirits is also constantly rising. Make their world look like a great sun in the void.

But now, this great existence that helped the world to help them expand their living space unceasingly was abandoned by the opposite human world as garbage.

Ace's wide faucet slowly approached the extremely weak, sour smell all over his body, the saint who was in extreme embarrassment, but exuded the favor of the world and the bright breath of wisdom.

The anger in the eyes was instantly ignited.

In his previous life, he had heard people say: Those who pay for civilization should not be allowed to freeze to death in the snow.

This sentence can be said to make him very agreeable.

As for why they agree so much, it is of course because if the existence that pays for civilization is really allowed to freeze to death in the snowstorm.

After that, who else is willing to pay for their own nation, their own civilization, and their own world?

A role model is ahead, and no one who is capable is not chilled.

If he knew in his previous life, whoever contributed to civilization died of freezing in the snow, while the rulers, government, and people at that time were indifferent.

Then, after he has the knowledge that can make the whole civilization better, will he donate the knowledge?

Give him shit.

He didn't use the rules, and sent them directly into the abyss, and then came a mess, killed a mountain of corpses, and let the corpses pile up the entire earth, he already took into account that he was born in this civilization.

Saints can make civilization better, and they can also make civilization fall into the abyss.

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop!"

"There are some things that cannot be measured by wealth."

He sighed softly, looking at Wen Lester with a nervous expression on his face.

He gently comforted: "The newly emerged human saint, please rest assured."

"I will redouble the suffering you have suffered and return it to the human world on the opposite side."

"I will let those greedy guys know that there are some things that cannot be done."

"If you do it, you have to pay with your life!"

After finishing speaking, Ace's huge dragon body, which was thirty meters long and more than a dozen stories high, slowly stood up from the hot spring.

The majestic Longwei spread across a radius of one hundred thousand li.

At this moment, the color of the world changed, and the world also sensed his anger in a trance, and countless dark clouds enveloped the world from unknown places.

There was lightning and thunder.

A pair of dragon wings covering the sky and the earth suddenly flapped.

Wen Lester looked at the moving thoughts, changing the world, as if they were humans who were still in a primitive state, a powerful and terrifying dragon described by the gods.

The stupefied state that was brought here suddenly was awakened in an instant.

Seeing that he was too embarrassed, because he had suffered, and almost killed himself, he was about to start a decisive battle with the opposite human world.

He became anxious for a moment, he is a saint, but he is not the saint of this world.

If someone gives him a favor, that's love, and if someone doesn't give him a favor, that's what he should do.

Just because he is an outsider, countless human beings in this world can't die because of him for no reason.

"Wait a minute, I'm a saint from another world, and I came here by smuggling."

"It has nothing to do with the human world on the opposite side."

The embarrassed and sour Wen Lester waved his hands and shouted.

The thunder storm froze all over the sky. Ace, who had just rushed into the storm and had not had time to use the teleportation technique to enter the battlefield, a huge dragon's head directly protruded from the dark clouds, looking a little dazed.

Angrily said:

"What are you talking about? You are not the saint of my world."

"Where did you come from?"

"I was angry for nothing!"

Long Wei disappeared, and the dark clouds all over the sky quickly disappeared into the invisible space like boiling water scalding snowflakes.

Ace lay back in his hot spring again.

If you are not a saint in your own world, then it will be fine.

The other party's embarrassment is probably due to the language barrier, and the funny situation caused by the lack of contact with people of too high a level, and the low-level people can't see his identity.

Otherwise, as long as a legendary powerhouse sees him, he will confess him respectfully.

As for those below legend, it is impossible to see the strong favor of the world around him, as well as the aura of wisdom soaring into the sky.

Therefore, the opponent's misfortune is predictable.

"Hello, Ruler of the Dragon Alliance!"

"I am the Saint of the Arcas Universe, Win Lester."

"This time the Turks came to your world because my world has encountered many problems."

"With my ability, I can't solve it at all!"

"So come here and ask for help from the most powerful saint in this world, that is, you."

After formally introducing himself, Wen Lester bent down and bowed.

He looked a little nervous, but that's what he had to do.

His world and his civilization have really become extremely difficult.

Just look at him and you will know, congenital brain deficiency, congenital heart disease, congenital lung failure, congenital kidney failure, congenital gastrointestinal failure, which one is not fatal?

He, a saint, already looks like this. It is conceivable how miserable the ordinary people in his world are.

The scarlet longan glanced at Wen Lester's body several times, and Ace said speechlessly: "It can be seen that your people are indeed having a very, very difficult time."

"You didn't die immediately, that is to say, your technological level is very high, and you can assist these organs to work."

"But it's impossible for me to help."

"Win Lester!"

"Your problems have sunk into the marrow of civilization, and there is no cure."

After carefully checking the condition of Wen Lester's body.

He suddenly felt very familiar. Isn't this the physical condition of the human beings in the universe that came from his one-thousandth consciousness at the beginning?

However, compared to before, their physical condition is more serious.

Most of the twenty or so people he met had only one or two congenital and hereditary diseases.

But without the whole body, there are not many places that are not sick.

However, through the observation of Win Lester now, the situation of humans in that universe must have become worse again.

Congenital brain deficiency, congenital heart disease, congenital lung failure, congenital kidney failure, congenital gastrointestinal failure, the five major hereditary congenital diseases, who can hold it.

Anyway, he feels that even if he is stronger than him, there is nothing he can do about this situation.

After all, the person in front of him is the saint of that world, which means that his physical condition must be at the forefront of that world.

As a result, the people in the forefront all became like this ghost, those ordinary people, and every organ in the whole body suffers from congenital and hereditary diseases.

Totally hopeless.

Pulling all the gods in his body world over, he can only stare blankly.

Seeing the most powerful saint in the world reject him.

Wen Lester knelt down without hesitation, his teeth were bloodshot, and said in an extremely sad tone: "But with your help last time, we almost succeeded by a little bit."