He had made a deal with the soul that remained in his body, that is, Barsazer.

Barsazer exchanged an opportunity to personally execute Samson at the cost of his complete disappearance.

Yes, personally executed.

Maybe this is very strange in the human world, it makes people confused and is a mental illness.

But it is reasonable in the thinking of the dragon clan.

Say goodbye to his friends in person, and then go to the back to the ruins with him.

Is there anything difficult to understand?

The rules of the dragon clan are destined to desire power, power and power. This is deeply rooted and is the nature of the dragon clan.

But at the same time, it brings loneliness and destruction.

What is destroyed is the roots of the dragon clan.

Devouring similar people can gain power, which also laid the root of disaster for the demise of dragons, like a time bomb.

As long as it is detonated at a specific point in time, a frenzy that is enough to destroy the entire civilization will burst out.

Loneliness is even more terrifying. Even the ancestor of the dragon clan, the Dragon Emperor Nighog, cannot escape loneliness itself.

This is like a spell, a bone-eroding curse, deeply rooted in the blood of the dragon clan.

No one can escape sadness and loneliness. That is the end that the dragon clan’s biggest enemy, and even all intelligent creatures cannot escape.

But if the world is destroyed at the last moment of life, it is irreversible, but it can be walked hand in hand.

Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep, even if He cannot wake up.

The dragon clans have long been used to sleeping, even if it is a sleep without an end.

"Get out of here and do your best to find a place that the king can't find. This is the last advice of a friend."

Samson's dragon body was not bleeding, because His blood had completely dried up.

He stood up, raised his head and looked directly at Bassaze. His vertical eyes of the golden eyes were sad and lonely, but not fragile.

The dragon clan has always been violent and affectionate.

They were cursed by loneliness, bewitched by the temptation of power and power, and killed the person close to them, and loneliness and sorrow will follow.

Just like twins on the throne, at the end of the world, at the end of the world, Gemini who keep warm with each other will eventually kill each other.

At this moment, Samson only wanted Bassazze to leave and avoid the anger after the king returned.

The king is invincible, and Barsazze's crime of disobedience cannot be forgiven.

The bones were crushed and ashes were tied to the bronze pillar, sank to the bottom of the sea, and the ghost-toothed dragon viper was eaten up with sharp rods, and with the pain of the storm.

He did not want his friends to be killed, but he did not want to disobey the will of the king.

"Rest in peace"

The flashing spots of light were blooming, burning like flames. Ascending to the sky, a layer of light ripples appeared on the surface of the little candle dragon, and Barsazze's soul began to burn at this moment.

At the last moment of his life, Samson seemed to have discovered something, and his anger suddenly appeared. The originally dim dragon's eyes suddenly opened wide, like a glaring look on the Vajra.

But after a moment, he quickly calmed down and finally felt relieved.

"This may be the best ending."

Before he finished speaking, Samson's whole body began to decay quickly, and all the flesh and blood in his body melted like ice and snow, turning into light particles and leaving.

The bronze skeletons still stood in the bronze pillars in the desert, like an unyielding warrior.

The loyalty that spans thousands of years ends at this moment, loneliness is gone, Samson and His kings are heading towards eternal sleep at this moment.

“It’s a pity that we are not friends.”

The little candle dragon looked up at the sky and sighed.

Samson's last look, how could he not see the meaning of it?

Sadness, anger, and finally relief must have known something when Barsazer's soul burned.

However, he just sighed and felt sorry for the sincere friendship between the two. He could not be heartbreaking for them.

Even if He has that memory, He is always just a passerby, and perhaps he will experience more tragedies in the future.

I have someone to accompany me, so, keep this memory.

Little Zhulong realized the end of the battle just now, and Norton had not yet judged Him with his anger. The result can be imagined.

King, sure enough, can do everything.

Since all the dangers are over, there is no need to be so hasty.

The little Zhulong raised his head and looked deep at the bronze skeleton. There was a trace of crystal clearness in his eyes, but in a flash, it was evaporated by the scorching Jun flames.

He wiped the corners of his eyes and tried to suppress the sorrow that surged like a tide that emerged in his memory, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself:

"Zhulong, you are just a guy who occupies the nest and occupies other people's bodies. How can you still have the right to cry to His friends?

Shameless, how dare you?”

He picked up the thick bronze dragon bone, spread the dragon wings behind him, and gently incited him, as if he was afraid that it would damage the dragon bone and make him no longer strong.

He doesn't have to be like this. The hardness of the keel bone is even more perfect than a hard diamond.

Even a sword that greets Him may not break immediately, let alone His embrace.

But He still embraced Him softly, wanting to transfer Him and bury it in this bronze city representing past memories.

In Bassazer's memory, Samson once talked about His past, and He wanted to be buried in front of the gate of the Bronze Royal City after his death.

After his death, he continued to protect His king, and now he is as he wishes.

He stared at the tomb in front of the royal city, silent and speechless.

"Little Zhulong, are you affected by the residual soul in the dragon's body?"

The voice rose behind it, and the little candle dragon raised his head, turned around, and bowed. It was the etiquette of meeting the king in the dragon clan.

In his thousands of years of memory, he also understood many things.

"As it true? Do you need me to help you?"

Ying Chen's indifferent voice sounded, and it was as majestic as a king. In fact, he was, he was even countless times stronger than the so-called king.

"If it was the king, it would be OK, even now."

Little Zhulong was a little moved in an instant.

He was indeed influenced, even if his former power was powerful, his soul had only been remembered for hundreds of years since its birth.

Your own main consciousness is strong and can be protected from influence and establish your subjective unchanging, but what if it is just sadness.

How can the erosion of thousands of years of memory be kept unmoved? Even the rocks will be washed away by the waves, let alone the impact?

"No, no need, I need to overcome this influence. Only in this way can I fill the gap in my heart and become stronger faster."

The little Zhulong's voice changed, and his tone was strong.

Everything is caused by the lack of ability of the parties involved. As long as you are strong enough, it can actually make up for too many regrets.

“As you wish”

Ying Chen looked at Xiao Zhulong deeply. With the connection between them, he could also get a glimpse of his feelings about Xiao Zhulong.

This is indeed a space that can be improved, and I am not proficient in my mind, so it is a weakness of myself.

It is indeed worth a glimpse, and perhaps it can be helpful for the next major direction.

"Where is sister, Wang?"

"She was refining the dragon bone cross, and Norton was nailed to the edge of the Nibelon root by Him. The environment was harsh and it might even fall into the cracks of other Nibelon roots. My body is too fragile now, so she went."

Ying Chen's mouth raised slightly, but he still said in that calm attitude.

"Will there be no danger to sister?"

The little Zhulong said worriedly.

"Won't."

Little Zhulong, don’t ask too much. On the one hand, He knows the power of Bai Ling, and on the other hand, they can’t die at all.

From the beginning, they joined this grand game as players. They are God, players, and the fourth immortal disaster.

So there is no need to worry about their own safety.

Then the two of them were no longer speaking, and a silent atmosphere rose, and they were no longer talking about anything.

They didn't talk much, and the little Zhulong usually talked to Bai Ling, so even if they met again, they didn't say much.

Even the experience and process of how Xiao Zhulong became a next generation seed, Ying Chen decided to wait for Bai Ling to come back to learn about it.

"Ying Chen!"

Suddenly, a shout sounded, with anxious and worried tone in his tone.
To be continued...