The platinum dragon tells the current situation of the black wing empire in a calm voice. His words are appropriate and orderly. Every syllable is full of rhythm. The whole words and sentences have no emotional factors and do not provide the audience with any guidance. Only objective and sincere descriptions can help people understand the facts.

    This is the oracle of Bahamut.

    Even physically handicapped creatures can hear the rumbling sound echoing in their minds.

    "What a spectacular spectacle."

    The black dragon is entrenched on an uninhabited island in the sea of stars. Looking up at the platinum dragon across the north and south, the whole continent is tinged with a light cyan because of his projection.

    Issuing the Oracle through the boundary wall will not only consume divine power, but also damage the will and spirit. With the hatred of the sun god Perot for the black dragon, he did not issue the oracle at the critical moment of the Empire when the sun did not set. He just used churches and temples to confuse people and incite southerners to resist to the end. Bahamut did so without asking for return.

    In addition, the platinum Dragon God has to bear the pressure from the human gods.

    "I have written down your help, your majesty Bahamut."

    Caesar said in his heart, then withdrew his eyes, his pupils became calm again, got up under the majestic projection of Bahamut, beat his wings and left the sea of stars.

    Now is not the time to study the oracle of the platinum Dragon God. He has other things to do. The black dragon swept across the vast sea and entered the barren desert in the Northwest with great momentum.

    This is a land without a master. There is no road and no one. It is endless. Along the way, only irregular stones can be seen. Even the blue dragon who prefers sand will not choose to build his nest here. Caesar went deep into this land, flying sand and stones everywhere, setting off a strong tornado.

    In the depths of the desolate and scorching Gobi desert, a dark red abyss door stands tall, emitting a daunting smell, and the foul smell of the devil almost overflows from the other end of the door.

    This is where azrils intercepted the demon lord, but now they are gone. There are signs of battle everywhere near the gate. The energy that has not yet dissipated runs rampant, causing the poisonous snake ant beast lurking under the sand to be destroyed. Large or small pits extend to the end of the ground, and some are emitting plumes of black smoke.

    The black dragon''s claws were deeply trapped in the sand and paced around. There was no smell of extraordinary creatures within the sensing range. Although the abyss door stood, no demons stepped out from the other end of the door.

    "Azrils is dead?"

    Caesar had this idea in his mind, but it was immediately denied that the inflammatory prison monarch was not a weak person. He had adapted to the environment of Aladia and was able to spread his strength wantonly in this land. Later, he digested the virtual God of quintuta and became more powerful.

    The fully elemental azrils, even if Caesar is very difficult to deal with, must take some effort. No matter how strong the demon lord landing in the abyss, he can''t put the inflammatory prison monarch to death in a short time.

    The door of the abyss smelled of azrils. The black dragon noticed that the guy was going to help Lord Wu Yan open the transmission channel?

    For other demon lords, this suspicion is right, and they will indeed do so. But azrils is different. The emperor of the inflammatory prison has reminded the black dragon to pay attention to the threat of the abyss several times, and has taken the initiative to kill the king of gluttony who landed in the material world. Obviously, he has stood on the opposite side of the abyss. Even if he repeats temporarily, he has a better time to open the door, There''s no need to take risks while the black dragon is awake.

    Squinting, the black dragon approached the towering abyss door step by step, felt the surging power and the smell of alienation, and thought about whether to go in and find out. Once he crossed the transmission, the abyss devil would certainly warmly welcome his arrival. The black dragon was not conceited enough to be an enemy of millions.

    How to return is also a problem. Although the emperor''s decrees of the black dragon can tear up the space, it is still unknown whether he can cross countless worlds and send back from the abyss. It is unwise to easily set foot in such a dangerous unknown place.

    While the black dragon was thinking, the flaming white skull came out of the scarlet energy, followed by the arms and elemental lower limbs. The king of the inflammatory prison crossed the gate of the abyss and returned to the land of ayladia with violent flame and peerless power.

    "Really pick the time."

    Azrils was not surprised to see the black dragon waiting behind the door. He snorted: "I didn''t see a trace when I fought with nenos. You''ll show up after the fight."

    "Entangled with the gods for some time."

    The black dragon understated the explanation and asked, "nenos?"

    "Gemini demon, Lord of 763 floor of the abyss, my old friend, a difficult character."

    "You killed it?"

    "No, the guy found that he was not my opponent and immediately chose to escape. I had planned to enter the abyss world and kill it, but I encountered no small obstacles. I gave up for fear of attracting the attention of Zhu God for a long time." azrils said casually.

    The Black Dragon nodded.

    In some cases, the inflammatory prison monarch did not mention that after entering the abyss, the biggest obstacle he encountered was the abyss will. Nenos said that he lost the devil''s heart, which is not an empty word. The inflammatory prison monarch accepted by the eradian world was excluded from the abyss world. In that environment, he was not the opponent of the twin demons.

    Even if azrils can pull up the portal and shuttle between the two worlds at will, it is unknown whether he can maintain the identity of the devil over time. If he wants to continue to become strong, he must transform himself from the abyss Lord into something else.

    Into what good?

    Azrils fingered his jaw.

    The black dragon''s voice interrupted his thinking: "I came here to see you to tell you something. I''m going to find a place to sleep."

    "Sleep again?"

    The emperor of the burning prison was surprised, and then he looked at the Black Dragon up and down, thinking about the transformation of their status: "was your last injury so serious? It hasn''t recovered until now."

    "That''s not the reason."

    Caesar didn''t care about each other''s malicious eyes: "it''s just a simple growth. This time it won''t be long, maybe a few weeks, maybe a few days."

    After killing the God of punishment, erry, he felt the call from the black dream. New achievements were brewing in the black dream and waiting for the black dragon to pick them.

    "Then why did you come to me?"

    Azrils was a little annoyed to find that the black dragon was not going to become weaker as he expected, but to become stronger. He had to complete the identity transformation as soon as possible, otherwise it would be difficult to step on the dragon.

    "Just take a look. I''m afraid you''ll die," said Caesar.

    "Scum."

    Anger turned into rage, the Gobi Desert turned into a raging sea of fire, and the inflammatory prison monarch roared: "are you humiliating me? Do you think I''m a weak reptile? Will I be killed by other abyss demons? I''ll pull out your scales one by one and turn you into a hairless vulture."

    "Now that the door of the abyss has been closed, just go back with me." black dragon automatically filtered the rubbish.