Black Dragon Kingdom

Looking at the legendary cat-man saint who was suppressed on the throne, none of the cat-man university scholars cared about the relationship between teachers and students.

My fucking meow is going to die, why bother so much?

You, a cat-man legendary saint, who eats food and drinks spicy food, will probably be able to climb to the top of the demigod in the future, and even lift the kingdom of God to the sky.

And what about us? Everyone will die of old age.

Isn't it a joke to ask us barefoot to worry about you local tyrant?

And we have worked hard for the cat people all these years, where did so many magic battleships come from? Isn't it all made by us step by step?

With those stupid ordinary cats, it may not be done well in a million years.

Now, they just want to live.

Really humble and humble!

Why can't you agree to this?

The monstrous rage was burning crazily. Looking at the group of rebellious cat people's university scholars in front of him, the cat teeth of the cat people's legendary saint were almost gnawed.

It's not that I'm preventing the outbreak of war, why are you beating me?

I didn't stop you again!

You want to ask for war yourself, why did you get it on me?

The legendary saint of cat people was about to explode.

More than a thousand cat people scholars are still unmoved.

Of course they also know that their teacher is very wronged, but isn't there nothing they can do?

Those centurions are about to die of old age. Once they die of old age, the kings of the race will have absolute power to suppress them all.

In the future, under their persecution, the kings of the race will casually unite with their subordinates who have common interests with them, and they will be blown away with a single slap.

At that time, they united with all the commanders, but it was not enough for the king of the race and the commanders to fight with one hand.

Now only those second-tier centurion powerhouses are still there, who can form a mighty second-tier extraordinary legion, plus a third-tier extraordinary legion with common interests. When the two add up, this can be compared with the ten thousand commander and the race. King's confrontation.

In order to let them ask for war.

And once the centurion's second-tier extraordinary powerhouses all die of old age, the remaining thousand commander's third-tier powerhouses are no match for the ten thousand commander and the kings of races.

By then, they will all die of old age.

The interests of both parties are different.

For the lords and race kings of legendary power, they have a lifespan of more than a thousand years, given the abundant supply of resources.

The war must be able to break out while they are alive. At that time, they will be able to rely on their huge resources to stack themselves into demigods and thus gain unlimited lives.

It's really not worth it, risking your life to ask the three majesties for war.

It's perfectly fine to wait a little longer.

As for the commanders below ten thousand commanders, centurion commanders, ten commanders and even soldiers, they can only raise their level to the early stage of the third rank at most.

With a lifespan of no more than seven hundred, it is impossible to wait for the next war to break out.

The war must break out in advance, so that they can rely on the endless blood sacrifice resources brought in by the war to improve their extraordinary level and obtain unlimited lifespan.

The contradictions between the two sides are almost irreconcilable.

Now, within fifty years, it is the superhumans below the commander who holds the absolute advantage. The third-tier extraordinary legion, the second-tier extraordinary army, all combined can completely overwhelm the combination of the commander-in-chief and the king of races. Explosive power.

With sheer power, the kings of races could risk their lives to ask for war.

And fifty years later, the centurions who formed the second-tier legion all died of old age, and the third-tier powerhouses could not be the opponents of the united legends.

At that time, the third-tier powerhouses will also die of old age.

Now, they must use their last chance to find a way out.

Otherwise, what awaits them is the eternal abyss of death.

And the captains and the kings of the race will have an eternal bright future, and the demigods and even the gods are not a dream under the supply of unlimited resources.

"My lord, please ask Your Majesty for war!"

"If war breaks out, we are all willing to brave the wind and rain and kneel before your palace for a month as an apology."

The cat person university scholar at the front showed his cat teeth and said word by word.

The extraordinary avatar, which is a thousand meters high, silently aimed its huge cat's eyes at the legendary saint of the cat man.

Facing all this, the legendary saint of the cat man who was so angry that he could only nod his head stiffly and said, "I will do my best."

Sage, who saw the catman legend, agreed.

More than a thousand cat people scholars put away their condensed extraordinary real bodies, and then sat on the floor square in front of the palace, indicating that we are waiting here.

And the legendary saint of the cat man hurriedly opened a space portal, and ran away without hesitation for a second.

If he stays here again, he is really afraid of this group of cat-man university scholars who are afraid that he will die of old age, and accidentally hack him to death.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the cat's life is the biggest, so he should go to the floating island with a million square kilometers to hide first.

The powerful floating island of one million square kilometers that Ace ordered at the beginning has been created long ago with the joint efforts of more than 400,000 university scholars, more than 3 million scholars, and 50 million priests of various ethnic groups.

Therefore, if there is any place that is safer at this moment, it will definitely be the floating island of millions of square kilometers.

Because His Majesty Ace sits there.

He had just come out of the teleporters and walked into the Cathedral of the Saints built for their legendary saints to consult.

I saw that there were already a circle of legendary saints of various races sitting here.

The legendary saint of the cat people was a little confused, and hurriedly asked the legendary saint of the tiger people who was sighing next to him: "What happened? Why did they all come here?"

The legendary saint of the tiger clan cast a glance at the cat-human legendary saint who was in a state of embarrassment, and said helplessly, "Just like you, he escaped from the clan."

"For some reason, that group of tiger university scholars all went crazy. They put a knife on my neck and forced me to ask for war."

"I have no choice and no place to go, so I can only come here."

"It's not just me, everyone is the same!"

The mouth corners of the legendary saint of cat people twitched.

Feelings are not my only unlucky, unlucky is universal.

Facing the risk of old age and death, those guys are really crazy to dare to rebel.

who gave them courage.

"By the way, don't think about going back to take revenge. The heads of all clans and the kings of the races have all been kicked out by the guys in the clan."

"They are also in danger now!"

"Let's think about how to get His Majesty to agree to the war, otherwise the brats under him will really kill us alive and die with us."

The legendary saints of the cat people, the legendary chiefs of various races, and the kings of the races were all kicked out.

A cat face was completely dumbfounded.

what happened? It was fine yesterday, and I had a video chat with you guys.

Why did everyone become bereaved dogs today? I can't even go home.

Seeing that the most powerful race kings and chiefs in his family have become bereaved dogs, the legendary saint of the cat man, who has lost his cat ears, found a good seat and sat down, and began to sigh.

In the palace of the king of race not far away.

Countless chiefs of various ethnic groups huddled together and tried their best to squeeze themselves in.

The more than 3,000 most glorious seats in front of them were filled by the kings of the race.

All of them have quite ugly faces. Anyone who is kicked out by their own clansmen and forced them to ask His Majesty for a war will not look good.

But they can't do anything now, the group of guys below have united and have countless third-tier extraordinary legions and second-tier extraordinary legions.

And the legendary legions formed by the kings of their races and the captains each have only about three, four, five or six thousand people.

And legends of different races cannot form an extraordinary army.

The combination of legends within a single race is no match for the complete versions of the second-tier extraordinary legion and the third-tier extraordinary legion.

If you can't do the opponent, you can only be kicked out.

The most important thing is that in their clan, apart from them, the chiefs and the king of the race, they are not in a hurry.

All the others were furious, wishing that war would break out today, and they would go to the battlefield to kill people tomorrow!

In the face of old age and death, no intelligent life can remain indifferent after seeing hope.

They are alone.

On the high platform in the front, Delia, the legendary sage of the elves.

Elven King Tia Michael.

Legendary kobold Jeff Clark.

Kobold Legendary Sage Ronnie Stam.

King of Humans Alex Ferrari.

Westland legend saint Simone Verdi.

Musa Kalim, king of the dwarves.

The legendary ogre Babkar.

Legendary troll Herman Pry.

A large number of veteran race kings quarreled together.

Their heads are now very big, and all the younger brothers under him rebelled.

Brothers who are dying of old age, don't care about this and that at all, and let them, the kings of the race, request the outbreak of war.

Otherwise, get out of the clan for me.

Is it true that the blood they donate every year is for nothing?

When you become the king of the race, you have to do the work of the king of the race.

Now they are bothering about this matter, and they have been arguing for a long time without solving it.

Not only were they arguing, but the kings of the race around them were also in a mess.

As for the 300,000 chiefs of various ethnic groups in the periphery, there are guys fighting right now.

Tia Michael and the legendary saint Delia looked at the chaos in front of them, feeling a little embarrassed.

The two of them didn't have so many problems, they just came here to watch the fun.

Most of the elves in their family of elves can live for more than five hundred years. If they use magic to recuperate them, it will be easy to live for a thousand years.

The problems that all races have do not exist in their elves.

The only headache they have now is that there are too many elf cubs and there is not enough milk to drink. Next year's milk powder will be purchased on a large scale, which will cost a lot of resources.

As for other headaches, nothing at all.

Like those female elves who scolded their mothers for giving birth to triplets, quadruplets and quintuplets, they used to scold so hard.

Now that they are really enjoying the energy treatment of the Centurion Blood Sacrifice, they are laughing more happily than the other.

They said that with the energy of blood sacrifice, which can increase their extraordinary level, it is very easy to talk about having a child.

The quintuplets can endure it, and the sextuplets can also endure the blood sacrifice energy.

As for the septuplets, it was really unbearable.

Sure enough, they didn't see the benefits before, so they resisted chirping. After seeing the benefits, they became more positive one by one.

Now the situation of their elves is very good. Under the influence of triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets, and sextuplets, their number has increased to more than 40 billion.

Among them, there are about 30 billion elf cubs, and about 10 billion adult elves.

And the total number of people who can draw bows and shoot arrows on the battlefield has exceeded 25 billion.

The strength can be described as earth-shaking.

The legendary elf saints Delia and Tia Michael, together with the rest of the legendary saints of the elf family, ate melons quietly.

And the other tribes except elves have already quarreled.

What is being speculated now is who is sent to die.

The last time they went to ask Her Majesty Queen Elena, several race kings were killed.

If they go again this time, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be angered, and one or two hundred people will not be counted if they don't die.

And who will die? This is very negotiable.

Obviously, among the more than 3,000 race kings of various races, none of them wanted to die.

But he had to face the terrible situation in his own clan.

So I can only quarrel, and fool a few guys to die.

It's just that if you flick seven, eight, or a dozen or so, you may use flickering, mental attack, hinting spells, etc. in the case of joining hands.

But it is impossible to fool one or two hundred people.

The scene was chaotic.

More than 3,000 gods and spirits in the sky also quarreled.

In their words, why let the kings of my family go to die? Are you not going? .

It doesn't do anything.

The kings of every race are cut out from the battlefield with one sword and one sword. While there is no doubt about their talents, they are also absolute strongmen who can control the third-order extraordinary army.

It is the demigod seed in their hands.

To sacrifice for no reason, each of them would feel distressed to death.

After all, there would always be one or two demigods in the previous era, every few hundred years. Over the tens of millions of years, they had plenty of them, and they died as soon as they died.

But the demigod of this era is the Survival Space Harvester.

Entering the battlefield, one hundred third-tier extraordinary legions can be united to form a god-level extraordinary avatar comparable to the extraordinary avatars of the fourth-tier extraordinary legions.

With one cut, a continent can't last a few cuts.

When they go to the battlefield, the military achievements are still not rushing, and the living space of their own race is still rising like a fountain, and they can't let it go.

Died for no reason, how could this work?

Especially when I have sacrificed and you have not, don't even think about it.

In the end, after three months of quarreling, more than 300 races, under the game of all parties, more than 300 representatives were elected.

One race, one, no one can be short of anyone.

Then they were on their way.

Kilometers high, with a palace complex of 100,000 square kilometers.

Ace, who has grown to 100 meters with the help of the origin of the world, sits on his tall throne and looks at the group of cute creatures below.

How many question marks appeared on the big head?

What are these things?

Why does something look wrong?

Those dark races with crooked melons and jujubes, where did this group of cute guys come from.

In fact, Ace's aesthetics were basically cleared up by many gods.

Therefore, in order to prevent their own race from suffering heavy losses, the race kings of each race specially selected some of the prettier and cuter clan members to serve as envoys.

As for these cuter tribesmen, where can I find them?

The king of all races said that my family has billions of people, and among so many people, there are beautiful females with whatever aesthetics they want.

If there really isn't one, magic transformation technology isn't too advanced. Wouldn't it be enough for me to transform one?

There are always more solutions than difficulties.

Not to mention that they still have the support of the gods, you can have whatever you want.

Facing a group of cute creatures, Ace was extremely patient, and calmly asked the beautiful elf at the front: "What's the matter with you?"

"Seeing that you make me feel very good, what do you need? I will satisfy you."

The huge dragon head, the sharp edges and corners that are not dark, the scarlet eyes, reflecting the color of blood, and the pitch black like the deepest dark scales, set off Ace's incomparable evil.

As a handsome guy of the dragon family.

Ace's image has always been growing toward cruelty, horror, and blood.

Among the evil dragons, it is quite popular.

As for the races other than the evil dragon, they can only tremble with frightened legs.

The cute elf cub tried hard to suppress the trembling legs, looked at Ace with sky blue eyes, and said in a cute voice: "Your Majesty, I have come to ask you for war."

"In another fifty years, you will lose the second-tier extraordinary legions who fought for you in the world."

"For the continued strength of the Dragon Alliance, we ask you for war."

After finishing speaking, the elf cub knelt down tremblingly, lying on the ground without daring to move, to meet his fate of death.

The cute creatures of various races behind her also fell down in an instant, and they were all trembling with fright.

Looking at the frightened and paralyzed group of cute creatures of all races, Ace looked at them with some doubts.

Don't you just ask for war? There's nothing to be afraid of.

Why are they all kneeling and trembling with fright.

Ace looked at his sister, Elena, and asked doubtfully, "Do you know what's going on?"

"Why are they so afraid of me?"

"Do I look terrible?"

Facing Ace's question, Elena, who was sitting on the throne, looked at the extremely ferocious Ace, and subconsciously shook her head: "You look so mighty, you are a handsome guy from our dragon clan, how could you be scary? ?”

"It's because of their eyesight!"

Elena assured her that she was telling the truth, and among the dragons, Ace was indeed handsome.

The kind that can scare people to death.

Having received praise from his own sister, Ace's confidence returned instantly.

Then move on to what's in front of you!

It's easy to ask for war.

It was just right, in the past two hundred years, because the military winners of all ethnic groups all carried knives to supervise their cubs to study.

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