Amon woke up, to be precise, was awakened by fright.

It was like falling down, the long colorful tunnel just flashed by. When he opened his eyes again, he had already sat up from the bed in shock.

Sweat stains covered my forehead. Amon raised his hand to wipe it, but found that the back of his palms were also wet, and his underwear was pressed against his body, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

To be honest, he was mentally prepared to fall into a nightmare again, but this "powerfulness" was really terrifying and caught him off guard.

That is an adult five-colored dragon, a truly perfect and powerful race. Even though the ancient and Mongolian tribe has a history of killing dragons, who dares to ignore the majesty of the dragon?

However, the more this is, the stronger his heart of exploration is.

Crisis means opportunity.

The powerlessness of the real world also made him hope to find possibilities from nightmare.

After a while of slowing down, Amon finally came to his senses. This time, he did not rush to enter again, and his condition was not suitable for entering.

However, this does not mean that he has nothing to do. The fragmented pictures and information that keeps rising in his mind are like bubbles that are coming out of breath from time to time in the deep pool.

If he doesn't care, the "bubble" will only splash a little water after it breaks, and it will disappear.

But if he concentrates, he can see many strange pictures and dialogues from it, which are about the host's past and emotions.

As the master of nightmare, Amon will naturally obtain some information from the host. The deeper it is, the shorter the distance, the easier it is to peek at it.

Moreover, this kind of snooping will increase over time and get more until it ends after a certain threshold.

Amon was not clear about the operating principle of this ability, and he could not control it. The memory fragments were also very messy and broken, and he still needed to work hard to clear it repeatedly, but this was an important way for him to obtain information about the Nightmare World.

In particular, the host can never hide his thoughts and emotions in front of him.

On this day, Amon was in a daze and absent-minded. He was completely in a state of state when he resumed sexual training. He was scolded by the Knight Sharp. He was always distracted when reading and studying, which made Agudi frown.

After finally staying up until the evening, the family had supper, he greeted his parents and sister and entered his room.

This time, he lay in the bed for a long time, gasped for a long time, made enough mental preparations, and finally closed his eyes again.

The familiar nightmare war horse, the familiar colorful rainbow path, and the familiar resentment guide. When he pounced on the nightmare world again, it was a new challenge that caught his eye.

...

This is a brilliant hall, with sixteen giant pillars supporting the main body of the building. Each giant pillar is carved with a statue of a giant dragon, either spreading its wings and flying with the sky, roaring to the sky on the battlefield, or descending from the sky like thunder, or lying on the top of the mountain, despising the world.

Sixteen giant pillars and sixteen sculptures, in different shapes, but they seem to exist as spiritually, intimidating all directions, enough to make everyone who step into the palace feel awe.

The dome of the palace is filled with strange paintings on the white rocks. The passage of time has added traces of ancient times to it, but the painting is still vivid, telling the magnificent battle of giant beasts ten thousand years ago and the history of the establishment of the Platinum Dragon Kingdom.

In the mural, there is an absolute protagonist, which is a golden dragon with wings hanging down, like a dark cloud covering the sky, and a man standing above the giant dragon's head.

It was just a human being, but it stood on the proud golden dragon head, as majestic as a god coming to the world.

Although it was early morning, the sunlight shone through the exquisite design and was mapped onto the murals and sculptures, as if it was rendered with a layer of sacred glory.

And above the glory is a majestic throne - the Platinum Dragon.

This is ten thousand years ago, the founder of the "Dragon Covenant", the founder of the Platinum Dragon Kingdom, the eternal ruler and protector of the Valyrians, the supreme king, His Majesty Aegon-Blazing Fire-Targaryen drove his mount, the extremely ancient golden dragon Kunguwusi, with the title of "Wings of the Sky", and the throne made of thousands of powerful weapons with its original dragon breath.

It represents the supreme majesty and power of the Platinum Dragon Kingdom.

For thousands of years, only thirteen men have sat on this dragon throne. They are the masters of this huge empire and the highest emperors in the territory of thousands of miles. Their will is implemented from all directions, and their words are thunder, rain and dew.

Countless people surrendered to them, offered their loyalty and life humbly, and the fate of countless people was only permanently changed between their thoughts.

However, when this grand occasion reached the 14th owner of the Platinum Dragon, there was a subversive change.

"The great dragon throne, the supreme king, this man is the assassin who assassinated the king. Until I reveal his hypocritical face, none of you can imagine his identity?"

The person who spoke was an old man in luxurious clothes. His face was old, his wrinkles were deep, and his gray hair showed that he was no longer young, but his straight body and his always high head told the pride of his nobles.

His voice was vicissitudes, and there was a series of respectful names in his words, but there was no awe in his tone. Instead, he had a strong and compelling momentum in his soothing tone.

"Yes, this despicable sneak attacker is the commander of our Imperial Guards, the Blue Dragon Knight, and the Earl of Emmeth, the Earl of Qatar."

When the old noble man said this, his fingers were directed at the burly man kneeling on the steps, but he looked at the man who was standing on the throne.

Under the steps, the man was sturdy with a straight waist and back, but his short hair was messy, his armor was broken, and his body was stained with red and blue blood, making him look extremely embarrassed.

His face was pale, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth. From time to time, he would make a slight groan, as if he was trying his best to endure the pain.

In fact, as a dragon knight who had just been slaughtered, he was already strong in his will to stand here.

On the throne, it should not be said to be a man, but a boy.

He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and had the iconic platinum hair of the Targaryen family, with a pretty and fair face and weak eyes. At first glance, he looked like a little girl.

He was dressed in luxurious clothes and a dragon robe that symbolized the supreme king. However, because of his thin body, his clothes looked particularly wide. With a wider dragon throne, he seemed so weak.

Faced with the aggressiveness of the aristocratic old man, the boy's eyes flashed, like a panicked quail. He seemed to want to find someone to rely on, and his eyes swam in the palace.

The palace was large and there were many people, but no one looked at him in the eyes of the boy.

He was not surprised by this situation. It was like this in the past, but at this moment, he was even more disappointed.

And the only person who could give him support and comfort was already kneeling under the steps as the assassin who assassined himself.

How ridiculous this is!

The boy knew what he wanted to do, even in vain, he had to do something.

Silenced slightly, he tried hard to raise his head and squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying: "Duke Tenochi, are you mistaken? As the most loyal dragon knight in the Platinum Dragon Kingdom, the Count of Qatar was personally enthroned by my father, and he..."

"Hahahaha!"

Before the boy could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sneer of the noble old man. He looked directly at the boy, and the contempt in his eyes was unconcealed: "Your Majesty, are you doubting my judgment?"

The boy's body trembled slightly, trying to explain something: "No, no, but I think it should be thoroughly investigated."

"Yes, it's time to investigate!"

The old nobleman suddenly grinned and nodded in agreement.

But before the young man showed joy, the old man's next words made him fall into an ice cave again: "I think Qatar is not that brave either. Then, there must be someone behind him who will be instructed, and I don't know if it is the Dwarf's Titan Empire or the Orc's Bemonic Dynasty?

Or maybe the target of his assassination was not the king, but other people? For example... me? Who is instructing him behind the scenes?"

The old man's voice was very light, as if he was pointing, and his eyes were even more dangerous. Under the knife-like gaze, the young king could no longer maintain his strong demeanor.

His face turned pale, his body trembled, and he unconsciously shrank, as if he wanted to hide in the shadow of the throne.

It was also at this time that the Count of Qatar, surrounded by four fully armed guards, finally raised his head under the steps.

He first glanced at the young king, with an indescribable calmness in his eyes, and in the calmness, with indescribable regret.

When he looked directly at the old nobleman again, anger that could not be dissolved appeared on his bloody face. The anger that burned his eyes turned into a bloody red color.

"What's there to check? Tenochi, you are a deceitful person who can only hide in the shadows and plot, you are a villain who is despised by the Dragon Kingdom, a despicable reptile, if you want my life?

I'm here, waiting for you to kill me?"

The crazy roar turned into a rolling sound wave and rushed to the four sides. The muscles of Earl Emmeth Qatar swelled all over his body, and he actually flew away four guards. In another roar, it turned into a blue lightning and rushed towards the old nobleman.

His speed was so fast, like light and electricity.

His attack was so fierce, and the air was turbulent wherever he passed.

However, everything stopped in front of the old man, and a knight covered in armor appeared in front of the old man.

He just reached out and wrapped his hand in the steel and passed through the Earl of Qatar's chest, crushing his heart.

The Earl of Qatar lowered his head slightly, looked at the palm that was piercing his chest, and stammered and wanted to say something, but in the end the divine light in his eyes retreated and he drooped weakly.

At this point, one of the twenty-four dragon knights of the Platinum Dragon Kingdom, the great blue dragon knight, Aurora Lightning, Emmeth Qatar, and his dragon fell!

From beginning to end, the Black Armored Knight had no expression. He just calmly stopped, took steps calmly, and walked back to the old man calmly.

Such terrifying killings in the majestic Platinum Dragon Palace are so terrifying, but they seem to be destined.

Everything is taken for granted!
Chapter completed!