Dragon Who Controls Time



The sun was setting in the west and was about to sink into the horizon.

The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the sunset glow of the distant mountains, dazzling like fire.

Garen shifted his gaze away from the red sunset and looked at the devastated dark plains. As far as his eyes could see, the originally flat plains were now filled with cracks and deep pits. Countless corpses that were almost indistinguishable were stacked on top of each other, and it was a shocking sight.

Fortunately.

Most of the corpses here belonged to ghouls, and then to the giant army that had been destroyed by the true dragon's claws.

eαgles`c,om As for the True Dragons that belonged to Garen's subjects, although they had suffered losses, they were insignificant compared to the Giant Army.

However, Garen knew in his heart that in the vast and endless plane world, there would always be giants who had the upper hand and defeated the dragon race's territory. There would always be a battlefield filled with the corpses of true dragons.

This was unavoidable.

As long as it was a war, regardless of the scale, regardless of the advantages or disadvantages, there would always be sacrifices.

As one of the Dragon Gods revered and worshipped by countless True Dragon citizens, Garen's responsibility was to make the Dragon Clan bleed as little as possible during times of war, and to do their best to defeat the enemy.

"Remember to bury the remains of these dragon warriors in the dragon tomb.”

"They are the warriors and heroes of our race.”

Garen's gaze fell on the Legendary Giant Dragon here as he said.

Unfortunately, Garen was currently unable to use the Time Reversal to resurrect on a large scale.

"We understand."

The dragons lowered their heads and answered solemnly.

Next, Garen left this Prime Material World and returned to the Dragon Court Dimension.

In the quiet dragon nest, the silver dragon coiled its body and lay down, closing its eyes to take a nap.

Garen did not sleep, but was thinking about the future direction of the situation.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse, and a broken boat still has a pound of nails.

After experiencing the Draconic Death War, although the dragon race's strength had fallen from its dominant position, it was still not something that ordinary living races could compare to. It was still one of the strongest living races in the Multiverse.

Therefore, during the War of Glory, the dragons had the advantage from the beginning.

After absorbing the results of the War of Glory, the overall strength of the dragons had increased by another level.

Facing the Giant God System, which was stronger than the Elf God System, this time was no exception.

The war had only started for a short year, and the dragons and giants were still in the warm-up phase. They had yet to start fighting, and the forces invested were mainly to test the waters. Even so, through the Deed of the Royal Court, Garen had also discovered that the dragons had a slight advantage in many Plane Worlds.

Unless the Giants were still showing weakness at this point.

Otherwise, as time passed and the war progressed, just like Garen's previous conversation with the Metal Dragon God, the Dragon Race only needed to fight steadily and steadily, and they would be able to expand their advantage step by step, reaching the surface from one point to the other, and finally obtaining a total victory in the war.

"However, if we want to win, the most important thing is still the battle of gods.”

"When a god descends into the prime material plane, under normal circumstances, unless there is a god of the same level or a quasi-god descending to stop them, they will be invincible and indomitable.”

"At the level of gods, our dragon gods are still stronger than the giant gods on the surface.”

The weakest god was far stronger than the strongest mortal.

As the dragon slowly opened its eyes, the light in its eyes flickered.

"However, the Lord of Storms will not sit still and wait for death.”

"The biggest variable in this war is the Lord of Storms. It's just that we don't know what level of strength he has now.”

Just as Garen was deep in thought, all of a sudden, the gold, silver, and gemstones that covered the entire dragon's nest trembled slightly. Some parts bulged, some parts caved in, and many of them ignored gravity and flew around in all directions, as if there was a huge creature moving its body underneath.

Garen's eyes lit up as he looked down at the bottom of the dragon's nest.

His gaze passed through the layers of gold, silver, and gemstones, and finally landed on the girl.

Yuna opened her eyes. There was still a hint of confusion in her light purple eyes, but it quickly turned into sobriety, and there was a visible joy in them.

Whoosh!

The power dragon girl flapped her wings.

Hualala.

Dark purple, orange, rose red, emerald green, brilliant gold, bright silver............. Countless gold, silver, precious stones, and precious metals burst forth like flowers scattered by a goddess.

In the fountain formed by these gold, silver, and gemstones, the graceful figure of the power dragon girl was displayed.

At the same time, the gold, silver, and gemstones that flew all over the sky seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand. They fell to the ground like raindrops and stacked up in an orderly manner.

Yuna retracted her dragon wings, and the beautiful dragon scales on her body shone with all kinds of lights.

At this moment, the girl's four limbs were together, and her tail was slightly bent. Her head was raised in a slight arc, revealing a slender neck.............. From the aesthetic point of view of the dragon race, her posture was beautiful and dignified.

However, the moment her eyes met Garen's, Yuna's eyes immediately lit up, and she pounced towards Garen with a joyful expression on her mask.

Her original elegant and dignified appearance instantly disappeared.

Yuna's dragon claw landed on Garen's shoulder. At the same time, the Strength Dragon girl lowered her head and pushed it against Garen's chest. Then, she raised her head fiercely and flipped Garen, who did not resist, to the ground.

After that, Yuna's body, which had already weighed more than ten thousand tons, pressed down on Garen's body and kissed him fiercely on the face.