Black Dragon Kingdom

The shrill screams spread throughout the Dragon Alliance.

The kings of more than 6,000 races all shrank their necks to the minimum when they saw Her Majesty Queen Elisa screaming under the whip of thunder and lightning.

All of them are a little cowardly.

If it is said that before Ace did not teach Elisa a lesson, they still had the courage to carefully raise the war in front of Ace.

So now, they dare not at all.

His Majesty the Emperor was so cruel to his sister, he fell into the ocean and sobbed fiercely, tears were drawn out.

The top three artifacts in the world, the "Source of Runes", were so frightened that they hid in the bottom of the sea and shivered.

They are a group of weak existences, how dare they go up?

If you really dare to go up, it is likely to be slapped to death by His Majesty the Emperor, and then swallowed alive.

two months later.

After taking a few breaths, I looked at Eliza who had already said: I already learned the lesson.

Ace threw down the huge thunder and lightning whip, and the dragon wings flapped slightly before disappearing in place. The words before leaving echoed around: "Eight hundred years is the least. I was right."

In the dragon's nest, Ace walked out of the space, and opened his magic screen casually.

Seeing Eliza crying and running back to his dragon's lair on the magic screen, he sighed deeply.

Interests touch people's hearts, and it can make Long lose his mind, chase interests desperately, and become a slave of interests.

A truly wise man should be able to maintain his sanity in the face of interests, and think rationally about what he should do.

Instead of seeing the benefits, they just ignored them and rushed forward in a swarm.

In today's Ontology world, what is really needed is not to increase one's income desperately and frantically, but to improve oneself steadily and steadily with the help of reasonable income among reasonable income that can be digested.

With the rules of absolute militarization and the infinite void energy provided by the infinite eternal world, it is impossible for the noumenal world to be short of money.

Such a great situation requires stability, stability, and stability.

Steady and steady, step by step to the top, it is necessary to maintain one's own sanity at all times, and carefully eliminate all possible dangers.

"All the vested interest classes in the ontology world have lost part of their sanity in the huge income. As the only existence in the ontology world that is completely rational and capable of stepping on the brakes of the war machine."

"I must calm down and step on the brakes firmly."

"Under the right timing, you can loosen it a little bit. If it's a little bit inappropriate, you have to step on it hard."

After waking up from extravagance, he has completely recovered his sanity.

Know where you are, know who you are, and know what you should do.

His task now is to sit here and widen his eyes.

In less than 800 years, who dared to lightly start the war, hmm..., except for his two younger sisters, everyone was slaughtered.

Now is not the time to be soft-hearted. After a counter-insurgency war was fought, the number of dependents has doubled ten thousand times.

From the original 600 billion to 60 trillion.

In terms of quantity alone, the income of the entire ontology world has doubled ten thousand times, allowing all vested interests in the entire ontology world to taste the explosive benefits brought about by the war.

Ten thousand times the income, this can make any existence lose its mind, and make him become more desperately.

This is only in terms of quantity. Before the war broke out, the genetic level was one in ten thousand, but after the war, the genetic level reached an astonishing one in four hundred thousand.

The genetic level has increased forty times.

Add this, at least 50,000 times the income.

After a war is fought, the interests of all vested interests have increased by 50,000 times.

You say they are crazy and want to continue the war and keep doubling their income? Still stop.

He's still thinking about it, if he, Ace, was not determined enough, he would have picked up the knife and killed it himself.

If you fight a large-scale war that you must win, your income can be multiplied by tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of times. There is such a good thing in the world.

Anyone who sees it will frantically let the war break out again.

The kind who is desperate, who puts his life on the gamble without the slightest hesitation.

Now, as the last sane person and capable of preventing all this from happening, he really needs to stabilize his mentality.

In Eliza Dragon's nest.

Elena sneaked out of the space and looked at Eliza who was crying after burying herself in the sea of ​​gold and silver.

She couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

He whispered, "Eliza, are you okay?"

"Ace is too much, how dare he treat you like that?"

"We must not forgive him."

"When we become stronger than him in the future, we must dump him on the ocean and smoke him for a hundred years."

"Don't worry, I believe that time will not be too far away."

Elena spoke comforting words that she didn't even believe.

It would be possible to defeat Ace before the three dragons forged their own world artifacts.

After all, at that time, the three dragons couldn't digest their blood sacrifice energy resources, and there was a lot left.

Within a unit area, the resources digested by the three dragons are about the same.

In this case, if you want to catch up with Ace, press Ace to the ground and beat him violently, and turn 007 plus 10,000 into 007 plus 20,000, it is still very hopeful to work hard for thousands of years.

But after casting the World Artifact, forget it.

Ace's single dragon occupies 35% of the blood sacrifice resources of the Dragon Alliance, and their two dragons can only be compared.

The power of world artifacts is directly proportional to resources.

The more resources consumed, the stronger the power of the World Artifact.

With their strength scattered, it is impossible for them to beat Ace.

Listening to Elena's comforting voice.

Eliza carefully stretched out her faucet from the sea of ​​gold and silver, gnashing her teeth and deceiving herself: "Elena, you are right, we must not give up the struggle, one day we will be able to dump Ace in the ocean Pump it up."

"I believe that time will never be far away."

At this moment, the two little dragons snuggled together, condemning Ace's demon dragon who likes to hang his sister upside down and smoke.

After being hanged and whipped, now they only dare to denounce secretly.

As for fighting like they used to when they were young, they didn't dare.

In normal training, Ace would not do anything to them, at most he would beat them black and blue, and help them exercise.

But if the fight is for the reckless declaration of war, then 100% will be hanged upside down and smoked for an unknown number of days.

The two of them, who were afraid of being smoked, could only denounce their grievances.

...

On the continent ruled by the elves, Delia, the legendary sage of the elves, looked at the constantly refreshing information on her magic screen.

Turn off your magic screen completely, and no longer receive any information.

Just in the past few days, after hearing the news that the 800-year truce was going to be a truce, all the powerful legends of the elves became anxious and sent her messages one after another, wanting to stop the 800-year truce.

However, that is the will of the last dragon Ace, what can she do?

In today's Noumenon world, the interest lines of all interest classes are entangled in the body of the last dragon Ace.

As the creator of absolute militarization rules, swamp farming rules, grafting and farming rules, and the principles of mountains and rivers.

To some extent, all vested interests eat off the plate that Ace created.

As the controller of the plate, Ace can decide who to eat the resources inside, and can also decide who not to eat the resources inside.

The dense interest lines of the whole world are held by Ace and can be completely mobilized by him.

And Ace, who has mastered all the interests of the Noumenon World, is, to a certain extent, the world lord of the Noumenon World today, the one who has mastered the barrel of a gun.

After all, not to mention the various tribes of the Dragon Alliance, which is completely controlled by Ace, and countless allies of interests in the sky and the earth.

It is said that Ace and his two younger sisters now control the world artifacts, two third, one second, and the combined power of the three world artifacts is definitely the top combat power in the ontology world today.

She is very clear, don't look at the relationship between Ace and his two younger sisters because of interests.

But the truth is that the relationship between the three of them is very good.

When it comes time to fight, Elena and Eliza will definitely fight for Ace.

"I also want war, but my rationality tells me that today's Dragon Alliance needs to accumulate."

"Eight hundred years is really short."

"I'd better go to retreat and break through the demigod, so as not to be noisy by them."

Delia, the legendary sage of the elves, said something with a headache.

Lightly touched the space in front of him, and disappeared in place.

These days, she has been annoyed by the group of elf legends who are anxious to breathe fire.

Taking advantage of this time, by breaking through the demigod, she should go to hide.

Delia disappeared, and hundreds of thousands of elf legends who had been interrupted ran to Delia's magic castle in a hurry.

Looking at the empty magic castle, they became even more anxious.

An elf legend at the peak of the legend said angrily: "The 800-year truce means that within the same period of time, our income will drop thousands of times."

"It can't be like this."

"The demigod is already in front of me, and I'm only seven or eight million military achievements short."

He wanted to go crazy.

He wanted to break through to become a demigod, and even more wanted to raise the kingdom of God to the sky.

Before His Majesty the Emperor breaks through to become a demigod, the legend is the highest combat power of a single body.

And after His Majesty the Emperor breaks through the demigod, it is obvious that the demigod will become the highest combat power of a single body.

That is to say, officers below tens of millions of commanders will lose their original first-tier combat effectiveness.

Invisibly, they lost countless.

In the war eight hundred years later, they will become like the third-tier cannon fodder in previous wars, and they will no longer be able to make military achievements unscrupulously.

And those members of the dragon alliance who have reached the top of the demigod will continue to continue the privilege of being able to make military achievements.

In other words, if you don't break through to the demigod's family before the next war, you don't have to think about the king of the race.

Those are commanders of tens of millions, commanders of hundreds of millions, commanders of one billion, etc. Only strong officers can compete.

Those of them who are under tens of millions can only watch.

After all, you, a legend, want to compete with me, a demigod, so get the hell out of here.

I slap you for your hard work all day.

And when you slap me once, I can slap you a hundred times. What do you compare with me?

Who can calm down when he thinks that he is about to lose his hope of becoming the king of the race?

Hundreds of thousands of elf legends saw that Delia had really disappeared in the magic castle.

One by one began to hang their heads in despair.

They are all military officers with less than tens of thousands of captains, and they are also the most anxious existence after learning that the news of the war will not start until 800 years later.

Just now, another million or so elf legends sent news that the elf king had disappeared.

Obviously, the other party also hid.

Seeing that the Elf King and the original Elf Legendary Saint were both hiding, they were frustrated and had no choice but to accept the reality.

They dare not run to protest to His Majesty the Emperor.

That's not a protest, that's courting death.

What happened to the elves, happened to all races.

Countless legendary military officers with tens of millions of commanders or less learned that it would take eight hundred years before war broke out.

I was really stunned by a stick.

Eight hundred years is a long time, and it is enough for all officers with more than ten million commanders to break through to demigod.

In this situation.

In the next war, the king of the race will not have their share at all.

After all, even if they were able to break through to demigods in the war, how could they be as good as those tens of thousands of elders who have practiced quietly for 800 years without the accumulation of 800 years?

On a continent ruled by cat people.

Garnier happily sat on his lord's throne drinking catnip tea, his face was full of enjoyment.

Opposite him, the little cat is holding a small teacup in both hands, and is also drinking gracefully.

Two cats are drinking tea and playing chess.

Quite an intellectual taste.

Just when the two sides killed you and me, it was inextricably linked.

The gate of the castle was pushed open with a bang.

More than 300 descendants of Garnier's descendants, who are over ten thousand, ran in anxiously.

A millionaire commander with two million military merits at the front said anxiously, "Father, it's not good. His Majesty the Emperor said that the war will cease for eight hundred years."

"Within 800 years, anyone who dares to start a war will die."

"What shall we do?"

His voice just fell.

The other catman officers above ten thousand commanders also spoke one after another, their faces full of anxiety.

As long as you are a cat person, there is no one who does not want to be the king of cat people.

Seeing that they have no chance of becoming the king of cat people, they are of course eager to breathe fire.

Just now, anxiously, they went to find the kings of cat people, but all the kings of cat people disappeared.

So, they could only come to find their father.

Listen to the noisy voice in your ear.

Garnier frowned, and glanced at his heirs with cold eyes.

The boiling murderous aura spread instantly.

That was the extremely crazy killing intent brought about by the massacre of 20 million intelligent life forms.

The noisy voice was instantly silenced.

All the cat people looked at their father with terrified eyes, not daring to move.

Withdrawing his gaze and killing intent, Garnier put down his teacup and said quietly: "Everything you have now is given to you by His Majesty."

"Fiefdom, authority, slaves, glory, beautiful cats, transcendence, skills, under the dragon wings of His Majesty the Emperor, you can all cut them out with knives."

"Such a good treatment has never been seen in eternity."

"His Majesty the Emperor said that within eight hundred years, whoever dares to start a war will die."

"The will of His Majesty the Emperor is my will. Whoever dares to disobey it is fighting against my sword."

"Go back to your territory, and let me hear that any of you want to start a war in advance?"

"Your Majesty doesn't need to take action, I personally slaughtered these scourges of yours."

"To save you from hurting other relatives."

More than three hundred Garnier's descendants rolled out of the castle in despair.

I dare not say a word.

He also gently closed the gate of the castle.

Garnier looked at the little cat, and said with a sigh: "Among my descendants, you are the most up-to-date, and the rest are good at fighting. As for the ones other than fighting, it's good if they don't make trouble."

Just talking about it gave him a headache.

As long as he can control his desire a little bit now and has a rational existence, he can see it.

Eight hundred years, it has been unchangeable.

Within the members of the Dragon Alliance, anyone who wants to change will have to die.

However, there are really too few existences that can resist the fact that once a war breaks out, they can increase their income by a thousand or even ten thousand times.

Desperate for profit, they did the stupid thing of trying to win the war through protest.

Looking at the father who hated iron and steel.

The little cat smiled and said, "Father, don't worry too much. With the two of us watching, they won't do anything stupid."

"If you want to make trouble, go ahead, as long as you don't make trouble to His Majesty the Emperor, it's a trivial matter."

"We should go to retreat now, focusing on breaking through to demigod."

"In the next war, the king of catmen will definitely have our share."

The two cats smiled at each other and disappeared in place.

There were only two bowls of catnip tea that were still shrouded in mist, and an unfinished game of chess.

As the little cat said, no matter how troublesome it is, as long as it doesn't get to His Majesty the emperor, it's a trivial matter.

The kings of the race don't punish the legendary cats who come to them in protest.

As for wanting to make trouble with His Majesty the Emperor, they didn't have the courage.

After all, anyone with a little bit of IQ would know that going to His Majesty the Emperor to propose an early announcement of war is courting death.

There is one but not one, there are ten thousand but not ten thousand.

No matter how stupid they are, they can't be that stupid.

This kind of idiot has long been screened out in the war, and if he can become a captain above ten thousand, his IQ is all online.

And, even if there were such idiots.

He is not the king of the race and the legendary saint, but he is not qualified to wake up His Majesty.

Walking halfway, you have to be stopped by countless strong men, and you can't see His Majesty the Emperor at all.