12dz Chapter 250: Memories of the Red Dragon
Chapter 250: Memories of the Red Dragon
The red dragon's eyes were staring at Wang Hun like burning flames, and there seemed to be two flaming swords hidden in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Wang Hun.
His voice was filled with complex emotions, like tangled threads: "My powerful opponent, you made me fully experience the extremely tragic battle a hundred thousand years ago, a life-and-death contest with the black dragon! It was a battle completely shrouded in the shadow of death. Every move was filled with the breath of destruction, like the death knell of doomsday ringing in my ears, lingering for a long time."
Deep in the red dragon's memory, the sacred and majestic mountains of the ancient gods were like a Shura field. The bodies of the ancient gods were lying in all directions, in different postures. Some had their eyes wide open, as if they were terrified of death; some had twisted limbs, as if they had experienced great pain before death.
Blood flowed like a flood, dyeing this once sacred land a blinding dark red, a red as rich as the deepest nightmare. The wind howled past, like a mad demon, violently shuttling between the corpses, but it could not take away the thick smell of blood in the air, which was like a sticky spider web, tightly clinging to every inch of space.
Huang Long was facing the black dragon that was constantly killing the ancient feather-horned god with a sad face. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of pain. He urged loudly: "Stop, black dragon, I don't want things to turn out like this. I have tried hard to persuade the clan leader not to attack the white dragon. I have poured out all the reasons and friendships I can say, but my persuasion is useless."
Huang Long's eyes were filled with helplessness and struggle, a deep sense of powerlessness. "I can only watch helplessly, but I can't change anything. It's like being bound by countless heavy invisible shackles. Every inch of my soul is crying out."
There was madness and determination in the Black Dragon's eyes. Those eyes were like burning black flames, as if they were going to devour everything: "Then get out of the way! If you get out of the way, you are still my big brother."
The weapon in his hand was stained with the blood of the gods. The blood flowed along the patterns on the weapon, flashing strange light in the sunlight. Every ray of light was like the smile of the god of death.
Huang Long shook his head firmly, his expression serious and solemn: "This is impossible. I am the eldest brother among the ancient dragons, but I am also the assistant of the clan leader. We can't keep fighting like this. If we continue to fight, it will bring irreparable damage to the entire God Clan. It will be a disaster. Stop, we can definitely use other methods to solve this matter! Don't forget, we are relatives, connected by blood, and our friendship should not be cut off by hatred."
The black dragon laughed loudly, but his laughter was filled with sorrow. The laughter echoed in the empty battlefield, like the wail of a lone wolf: "Family? I have no relatives! From the moment they attacked the white dragon, everything ceased to exist. My heart is filled with hatred and can no longer hold anything else."
In the end, in order to stop the Black Dragon's crazy behavior, Huang Long fearlessly faced the Black Dragon in a fierce confrontation.
However, the blood spear in the hand of the devil-like crazy black dragon mercilessly pierced his body, and the yellow dragon's body slowly fell down like a collapsed mountain. His eyes were full of unwillingness and attachment to his relatives, and that look seemed to be telling of endless regrets.
As the battle continued, the members of the ancient gods fell one after another, and their lives faded away like candles in the wind on this bloody battlefield. Their former glory and honor were ruthlessly crushed at this moment, like fragile bubbles.
Finally, there was only one person left on the battlefield, Pangu. He looked at the miserable scene around him with horror, his body shaking uncontrollably. The black dragon stared at Pangu with cold eyes like an ice cellar, as if he was looking at a prey that was about to be sentenced to death. There was no warmth in his eyes.
Pangu looked around, his voice trembling with despair: "Come and save me, Huanglong? Dayi? Fuxi? Qianyu, Qianjiao? Where have you all gone?" However, the only response he got was the whistling wind and endless silence. The silence was like an invisible giant hand, tightly strangling his throat.
The black dragon did not hesitate to send the blood spear towards Pangu fiercely. The blood spear cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, like the god of death blowing the horn. As the leader of the God Clan, Pangu had great divine power, but at this time he could only resist for a while.
Under the powerful impact of the blood spear, he finally fell heavily to the ground, his body soaked in blood. The blood was like a blooming red spider lily, sad and cruel.
Pangu's face was ferocious, and he roared with his last bit of strength: "Black Dragon, even if I die, I will use my strongest spell to enter endless reincarnation and accept my curse! You will be entangled in pain forever."
The Black Dragon swung his blood spear again without any hesitation, and Pangu fell. The once supreme leader of the gods was also ruthlessly killed by the Black Dragon. His life came to an abrupt end at this moment. He was the planner of this tragedy and also became another victim of this tragedy.
The black dragon found the dying white dragon in the mess, and he was so anxious that veins popped out on his forehead. He used the power of the immortal world to try to restore her life, and the power surrounded the white dragon like a warm light.
But the trauma Bai Long suffered was too severe. The unprecedented blow almost completely extinguished the fire of her life. The fire of her life was like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.
The White Dragon looked at the Black Dragon with a weak breath: "I'm sorry, Black Dragon, I've held you back. It's me who caused you to go down this dead end!" Her eyes were full of guilt and reluctance, and the light in her eyes was like dim stars.
The black dragon hugged her tightly, with only deep affection in his eyes, and that deep affection was like the vast ocean: "Don't say that! I can be the enemy of the world for you for 100,000 years, even if I am torn to pieces. You are everything to me."
Bai Long shook her head slightly, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of her mouth, and the blood dripped onto Hei Long's arm: "No need, Hei Long, just live well." After saying that, her eyes gradually dimmed, and the light of life was completely extinguished, like a meteor across the night sky and disappeared into the endless darkness.
Black Dragon was holding White Dragon's body, heartbroken. He was covered in wounds, blood oozing out of the wounds, which looked like a hideous mouth. But in his eyes, there was only White Dragon's cold body, as if the whole world had collapsed. Suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he shouted sternly: "Come out!"