It went back four months.

The trumpet sounded, and the battle of the demon seeds should have ended within a month.

But perhaps the Prince of Ashes was bored for too long, or perhaps he was tolerant of seeing his beloved toys enter, extending the time to three months, and specifically allowing the participants to come and go as they pleased, until the third month onwards, and the last half month from the end of the day to limit the escape, until the winner is born.

Of course, it is not necessary for all participants to die, if you fear death, you can flee, you can hide, hug your knees under the dirty shadow corners, and curl up waiting for the horn of the end to sound again.

……

Shrouded in a thick aura of death, the King of the Tomb did not shy away from it, and swaggered into the territory of the King of the Demon Dragon.

Sneaking in was an insult to the majesty of a monarch, and Katosh didn't think the Dragon King would be too stupid to spot him, when in fact, as he expected, the Dragon King had been watching him the whole time.

Hidden in a gloomy cave, Cangye recorded the movements of the King of the Tomb in detail, and then came to the residence of the Dragon King.

Surrounded by mountains, it has been overrun by a Hell Ancient Demon Dragon, covered in red-hot lava and sulfur, transforming the environment that the Demon Dragon loves.

The Dragon King, Segalis, was covered in thick black scales, and dense magma flowed out of the web-like cracks, and the huge lava lake that rested beneath him was undoubtedly the product of dripping from it.

Wagging his thick tail, the Dragon King seemed to be asleep, but he was like a predator disguised as a dead thing, waiting for the stupid prey to take the initiative to approach.

Cloudy sulfur flowed from its knife-edged mouth, and a dusky yellow gas filled the mountain tops with a highly toxic and foul-smelling gas, rejecting visitors.

Shuttling through the harsh environment, Cangye came to the front of the dragon king, changed into a respectful mask, and his tone was full of the fanaticism and worship of the great idol of the humble disciples:

"Bloodborne Ancestor, the Son of Blunt brings you information on the Necromantic Monarch......"

1510. Without reservation, Nightnight informed the Dragon King of all the information about Katosh.

When the night was all said and done, Segales said nothing, and his tail wagged unconsciously as if it were really asleep.

The night waited by the side of the Dragon King, waiting quietly.

I don't know how long it took, a magnificent and majestic voice sounded directly in the sea of consciousness in the night:

"Little, it's time to tell you why you're here."

"Yes, Bloodborne Ancestor!"

Cangye's expression was slightly hesitant, and it was a good way to portray the traces of struggle.

A fragment of the Necronomicon that had been split from the [Corpse Food Rite] was taken out of his bosom and appeared in front of Segalis:

"That's why the King of the Tomb is chasing me."

The ominous smell attached to the Necronomicon was like a burnt delicacy, and the joy that should have been full of anticipation was only disgusted by the strong contrast.

"The Book of Unknowns, the Book of Hearsay, the Recorder of Fear, the Existence of the Taboo!"

The expression of the Demon Dragon King was slightly solemn, and an old antique like it, which had survived for a long time, naturally understood how much terrible knowledge this book recorded, which should not be known, and what kind of existence gave this knowledge was also clear.

Behind this is an indescribable existence that even the gods fear, called the 'eternal nightmare'.

Because I know, I am afraid.

Cangye took the opportunity to say:

"I would like to dedicate it to the Ancestor of the Bloodborn, please protect your blunt heir!"

"No, you don't!"

Segales simply refused.

"Keep this thing if you want, just don't regret it, if the purpose of that skeleton is only for this and not to catch a demon dragon for snacks by the way, it's a good choice to give it directly......"

"Although your bloodline is not pure, you can't even say that you are a real demon dragon, but you have the blood of our clan in your body, and Esta has also approved of you, no matter which dog mongrel tries to beat your idea, it will pay the price of blaspheming the demon dragon!"

Although the voice of the Demon Dragon King was flat, it contained a terrifying and shocking will, although it was not intentional, but the spiritual world of the night was strongly impacted because of this, and it could not be calm for a long time.

Changing into a curious mask, the night asks Segalis:

"Can the Bloodborne Ancestor kill the King of the Tomb?"

"Kill?"

The Dragon King suddenly opened his eyes, his scarlet pupils staring at the night, and then let out a sarcastic laugh:

"Innocent little thing, since a thousand years, there has never been less demon seeds who want to kill Andullah Anggo!"

"I like your hatred because it makes you stronger, and then completely dominates you."

The Ancient Demon Dragon, who has lived for an unknown number of years, has witnessed the rise and fall of countless demon lords, and despite the influence of the chaotic will, the demon lords who act only by dominating their bodies with emotions have long been eaten by their peers, and those who have survived are some calm and cunning things, which are also the main force of hell against purgatory or other abyssal forces and the Church of the Gods.

If you don't control your emotions well, if you don't act for pure profit, then no Abyss Lord is qualified.

The so-called asylum of Segales is not without any interests.

A descendant of the pinnacle legendary rank with the potential to advance to the epic level now seems to have a high probability that the other party will attach to him, and for Katosh, although he is tempted to kill him, it seems that it is more likely to be expelled from the country at the moment.

"It's time to put an end to this boring fight."

Standing up suddenly, the majestic limbs stood up from the lava lake, the wings of the shadow of the sky spread, the edges of the black and long arc of wings reflected sharp colors, and the dark red wing membranes gradually glowed with heat under the charge of magma, and a slight flap of the wings could set off a meteor shower.

"My descendants, fuse my blood as soon as possible."

The King of the Demon Dragon gave Cangye a drop of pure blood, which looked like magma flooding with heat, and after swallowing, as long as it could withstand the erosion of magma, the bloodline of the dragonborn would definitely be further purified, reaching the point of being infinitely close to the purebred.

After leaving these words, the King of the Demon Dragon spread his wings and flew high, and a huge shadow immediately flew away from the top of the mountain and swooped down on the earth.

The wings were sprinkled with the fire of the meteor, like a torrential rain, and the ground instantly churned with a scorching hot light.

Based on the location provided by Night, the ancient demon dragon swooped down on Katosh, and behind it was Night's true face that had unloaded all its masks, with a scrutinizing look in it.

The blood of an ancient demon dragon is much more useful than an adult dragon.