"It's already this time, so let's just say it."

I don't know if it's because the loss of soul power is too serious, but at this time, the emir not only has the demeanor of a fifth-order transcendent, but even has a lot of strange habits in his personality.

For example, habitually playing dead, exaggerating the severity of the matter, and selling off the situation as it is now.

Dodging the attack of the huge palm, Roger couldn't help but complain.

"I'm telling the truth, if it weren't for the long journey, I wouldn't want to face this monster with you."

"Okay, tell me, what the hell is this?"

Roger had to interrupt Emile.

"I've only seen records of this in the Silver Dragon Clan's books, and to be honest, this thing is extremely rare, and if it were replaced by other transcendents like me, who were one of the twelve dragon envoys, they might not know about it......"

The current state of the union between the two is very strange, there is almost no gap between the transmission of thoughts, and to be honest, Roger doesn't care much about whether the emir is going to live or die before.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the guy who talks so much doesn't look like he's going to die.

"This should be the arm of the Lord of the Mist!"

The emir spoke astonishingly.

"How is this possible?" Roger was a little confused.

"According to you, the Lord of the Mist is far more powerful than we imagined, and even Heinris under his command is so difficult to deal with, if this is his essence, I am afraid that I would have died long ago."

After all, this isn't the first time Roger has faced this huge arm.

"Of course this is not the Lord of the Mist Himself, if I told you that this arm came from the far, far end of the plane."

"Dozens or hundreds of worlds between us and him?!"

"After such a long distance, how much power can be left?"

The emir replied.

Roger paid attention to the attack of the huge arm, and at the same time suppressed the surprise in his heart, he may not have had much interest in the so-called Lord of the Mist before.

But now, after learning that the Lord of the Mists may have come from the wizarding world or have some connection to that world, the name is no longer an unfamiliar title.

There may be more secrets hidden behind that.

"You're here to hunt me down?"

"Or is it just a search?"

This time, the emir did not continue to sell the guanzi, but told a hidden history.

"The Silver Dragon Clan has existed for a long time, and there have been several major changes in history, and some people even believe that we were born at the beginning of this plane and are the most powerful race ever."

"And the Lord of the Mists appeared without warning, and everywhere he passed was devastated, countless worlds were destroyed, souls were drained, and his power spread like weeds throughout the plane."

"Until a long time ago, a head-to-head battle broke out between the Dragon Court and the Lord of the Mist, and this war affected many worlds and completely changed the pattern of this plane."

"In the end, although the Primordial Dragon successfully defeated the Lord of the Mist, it was unable to kill him completely, and the Lord of the Mist's body was destroyed, leaving only a head."

"And his body was banished to the edge of the surface."

"In this way, the Lord of the Mist who has lost his body can only change his strategy, and he expands his strength by building a soul realm, but his influence has decreased much compared to before."

"In addition, it is rumored that the Primordial Dragon also suffered indelible wounds in this battle, and there is no way to completely destroy the enemy in one go, so it can only slowly shrink its strength and wait for the next attack."

"Overall, we are still winners."

"It's just that there are countless worlds that have suffered losses and need to recover slowly."

"The power of shadows was once everywhere, but it almost completely disappeared after that battle."

"There are many more similar examples."

"The world is broken, the rules are disordered, and even the entire plane has become extremely unstable."

The emir sighed.

"But that's not the end."

"The Lord of the Mist is far more powerful than we imagined, even if he lost his body and only had a head left, he did not give up the struggle to expand."

"And you're now facing the phantom limb of the Lord of the Mist!"

"It's not his body, it's something between the real and the unreal, and because of this, sometimes he can appear in defiance of distance or even against the rules of the vast majority!"

"The existence of this thing is to find the true body of the Lord of the Mist, and of course there is a theory that the body of the Lord of the Mist was not exiled but completely destroyed."

"So his phantom limb is looking for a new carrier in the plane that suits him!"

The dragon armor wrapped around Roger's body, but even so, Roger seemed to feel the emir's gaze.

"He needs a new body to carry his power, so he will search everywhere for the transcendent who has caught his attention, searching for the ...... to be captured"

"No one knows exactly what to do, but it's very likely that you've been targeted by the Lord of the Mist."

"It's not the first time, is it?"

Roger nodded.

"If your role is determined, then next time, it is very likely that you will not face this huge arm without consciousness, but a messenger sent by the Lord of the Mist."

"Or maybe it's his doppelganger!"

"The phantom limbs of the Lord of the Mist generally only appear at the edge of the mist of the world, and there are special circumstances that will briefly invade the world, of course, this is only an unconscious state."

"If you are locked ...... by him"

The emir spoke in a serious tone.

"Except for the master of the Dragon Court, no one can protect you."

"Could it be something else?"

Roger took a deep breath.

"I also hope so, if my guess is correct, then after escaping by luck this time, you must rush to the core area controlled by the Dragon Court as soon as possible."

"Because there, the power of the bloodline is shrouded, and the will of the Primordial Dragon is the only one, as long as you are careful not to alarm the true consciousness of the Lord of the Mist, you are basically safe."

Roger nodded silently.

In fact, he had another guess, and that was the doppelganger of the Lord of the Mist.

After all, their connection is too special to talk to anyone.

If he was really a clone of the Lord of the Mist, then entering the core area controlled by the Supreme Dragon Court would be tantamount to throwing himself into a net.

It's a dilemma.

"Don't overthink it yet, let's work together to defeat this last obstacle!"

The emir stabilized his mood.

"Heinris's pursuit could come at any time, and even if he leaves the mists of the world, his strength is very strong."

Compared to the arms that covered the sky and the sun, Roger's figure was really small and pitiful.

At this moment, Emir's voice became deeper and deeper, and then the huge dragon body that followed behind Roger for a hundred meters changed violently.

The scales and bones twisted, and the Emili's remnant shrunk into a crystalline mark, and soon Roger felt his vision increase.

He seemed to have grown into a giant with a height of tens of meters in an instant.

No, it's not a delusion.

In every move, he controls his body.

"What is this?"

Roger asked, confused.

"This is the final stage of transformation and the manifestation of my ability." The emir's voice was full of self-deprecation.

"It's ironic that the abilities I have are limited when I am alive, but I will become more powerful when I die."

"And the way to do that is through Dragon Body Transformation!"

The emir's voice did not sound from the bottom of his heart.

Roger noticed that at this time, his body was huge, and the surface of his body was densely covered not with heavy armor, but with a layer of silver shining dragon scales.

It seems that all the flesh and bones on the emir's dragon body have been reassembled and attached to his body.

And the soul of the emir is condensed in the crystal on his forehead.

That's where the sound comes from.

"Go and defeat him!"

Emir said.

Roger looked up and faced the closed arm that covered the sky.

This time he didn't run away, but raised his fist to shake hard!

Rumble!

There was a clear crack on the withered arm, and Roger was only slightly shaking, he subconsciously wanted to take out his weapon, but then he thought of his situation at this time.

"Weapons?"

The voice of the emir came.

"You're used to a long sword."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge white bone sword appeared in Roger's hand, and the edge of the blade was sharp bone spurs.

It was clear that the weapon in Roger's hand should have been transformed from the emir's huge dragon tail.

The palm of his hand rubbed against the bone sword, the black flames burned, Roger raised his hand to block the huge impact, and slashed over with a backhand!

Click!

The huge palm was split in two, and the remaining strength was undiminished, and the forearm was cut off until the entire arm was completely destroyed.

"I didn't expect it to go so well!"

Roger had been very troublesome to deal with before, but this time his body was huge, and it only took a few breaths to end the fight.

"Don't take it lightly, the battle isn't over yet."

The voice of the emir came.

"You have already begun to attract the attention of the Lord of the Mist, and the more he pays attention to him, the stronger the power you will suffer, until your presence completely awakens him."

"As I said, this is something between the unreal and the real."

"You destroyed it, but at the same time you didn't."

As soon as Emile's words fell, Roger saw that the arm that had been cut off by him reappeared, even stronger than the last time.

It's no wonder that this thing seems to be everywhere, even though Roger has crossed many worlds and still exists.

"Don't continue to fight it here, unless you have mastered the transition between the virtual and the real, the soul and the matter, or the ability to increase and reach an unknown dimension."

"We're still on the edge, destroy it, and get out." Emir reminded.

As soon as the words fell, Roger's wings waved behind his back, his huge body activated, and the weapon in his hand slashed again and again.

At the same time, countless arms poked out in all directions.

And just as Roger cleared all the arms in his sight, the space suddenly contracted, and a tunnel appeared in the cracked arms that ran through the farthest and far aways.

That feeling of being spied on reappeared.

The huge eyes were shrouded, but unlike before, this time there seemed to be some more brilliance in the chaotic eyeballs.

It's like a sleeping person being awakened.

"Sure enough, it's him, hurry up, or we'll all die here!"

The emir shouted.

In addition to Roger and Emile, there was another person in the massive dragon body who fell asleep.

Kenneth.

He was in the position of his heart, and his whole body was huddled in a ball, and he did not wake up even in the violent concussions and battles.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly came.

"Want to go?"

Without looking back, Roger was able to grasp what was going on around him.

At the edge of the mist, a twisted mass of flesh wriggled and crawled out.

The thing was covered in slime, and only a crystalline head could identify him from before.

As for the rest of the body, it seems to be a patchwork of different organs.

Obviously, the sword that Roger had left had caused Heinris to turn against his powers.

"Ignore him, let's go!!"

The emir urged again.

At this time, Heinris also noticed the huge withered arm, and the gaze that flashed from the end of the passage.

"This ...... This is? ”

"Great master, did you come to the will to punish me?"

"Punish me for my failures!"

As soon as Heinris's words fell, the chaotic eyeballs regained some sense, and a ray of searching gaze came.

Just for a moment.

The gaze spanned a far, far distance, and the moment the gaze stayed, the space and time in front of him were almost frozen.

"Luo ...... Jay...... Hurry up ......"

The thoughts from the Emir slowed to the extreme, and Roger tried to manipulate the massive body.

But his whole body was like a quagmire, and no matter how hard he tried, there was no sign of movement.

"What kind of power is this?"

"A single gaze can freeze time and space?"

While thinking in his heart, Roger noticed that in that gradually clear gaze, it seemed that only he could think normally......

Even moving.

Even Heinris couldn't do that.

The next moment, Roger took the initiative to lift the state at this time.

In the massive dragon man form, a gap opened in the middle of his forehead, Roger's figure flashed, and then pulled Emir's body away from its original position at the first moment.

Swish!

The entire void seemed to have been taken out of thin air, along with the surrounding space and the unsuspecting Heinris, who disappeared out of thin air in an instant.

Even though Roger used all his strength, Emile was still affected somewhat, and disappeared along with an arm and half a wing.

"What kind of power is this?"

Roger looked horrified.

"Hurry up, get out of here, no one can withstand the soul gaze of the Lord of the Mist!"

Only then did the emir finish his words, and then he saw his own blood-spurting body.

"What happened?"

"Where did Heinris go?"

Although the crisis was temporarily lifted, Roger was in a heavy mood.

Heinris was clearly not dead, and it would not be long before everything about himself and what happened here would be known to the powerful master.

So the next time, when you travel through the world, what will come?

And at this moment, the searching gaze swept again, Roger's face changed wildly, and he pulled the emir and fled into the distance.

Stealing incense