The dragon descendants, in the mouth of the Great Sage of Setanrio, formed a coalition of dragon descendants, humans, elves, and orcs, and finally made this magical plain.

He held the sword and looked at the dark one-piece armor in front of him. Under the light of the revival of the Eternal Tree, the luster flowed on it, showing its clear edges and corners.

Cyril raised his hand, and at this time he still had some mysterious control. He thought for a moment that this power is often called "domain" in other works, and I wonder if it is like this in [The Road to Race of Race].

Perhaps this is the power at the level of law? Players in the game have little contact with the laws. The new things are notoriously slow, but every time they update, they will stuff a lot of things in. Cyril has some understanding of the laws, but those laws are not as profound as they are, and they are at the level of "Iris" and "Jane Kristen".

As for what Nora calls "plain" and "tower", he has never heard of-

etc?

He suddenly remembered something, as if more than a month ago, he saw the sentences that appeared at the same time as the tower and the plain...

"In the church, stinky brat..."

The voice of the God of Gray suddenly rang in his mind. Cyril was stunned and subconsciously pressed the necklace against the pendant. Hearing the God of Gray squealing twice, he realized that he hurriedly let go of his hand:

"Why did you speak out?"

"Just, a god appeared in the world, I felt it."

The voice of the gray god was filled with melancholy: "If you can choose to provide for me well, maybe I can reach that state - I can also feel pain, don't, stop, please!"

Cyril lifted his necklace and snorted coldly: "Tell me honestly, church? Which church appeared?"

"Have you forgotten, the song singed by the little girl who was with you." The gray god paused and hummed hard: "The God of Yuanchu changed her sacred clothes. She walked through the door, she climbed over the wall, she walked on the plain, she climbed up the tower--"

"Plain, tower!"

Cyril then realized that he had indeed come into contact with these two words. He recalled hard, and it could be traced back to the Tower of North Wind—

At that time, he was reading the "Source of Origin" casually in that church, and complained about why there was no such passage in the game version. I remember that it said, "The God of Origin went to the mortal world, she named the wall Monroe. The God of Origin went to the mortal world, and she named the gate Ino."

What about the towers and plains?

He thought hard, but heard the voice of the God of Gray sounded again:

"The Plain of Shifen, and Bethaliandel..."

"How do you know?" Cyril blurted out. He seemed to be able to feel the gray god in the pendant immediately radiantly when he heard his question, his head held high and his chest suddenly became much louder:

"Hmph, I am the God of the New Era, I still... Ahhhhh, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, you are God, you are God!"

Cyril did not loosen his necklace this time. Since the God of Gray knew, he could just ask again later. What is important is in front of him-

The power was gradually fading, and he noticed that the silver beam of light was gradually dissipating. It was estimated that the time when the beam of light disappeared was also the moment when he lost this power.

"It's time to wake up, Dragonborn."

Cyril quickly stepped forward and reached out to pick the Dragonborn's face armor. However, before his hand touched the dark and majestic face armor, the wind suddenly sounded behind him.

Without turning his head, he knew it was the dragon tail. As the so-called "Sifen Plain" power faded, the dragon descendants were gradually able to recover their physical control.

Cyril swung his sword with his backhand, but when he heard the sound of "dang", the dragon descendants in front of him made a low muffled groan. He looked back and saw that the dragon tail was knocked open by his sword, and the dragon scales were broken into pieces.

At least at this time, he still has the power to compete with the dragon descendants head-on.

However, with the loss of this attack, he clearly observed that the beam of light was thin and difficult to observe, and the power on the sword was quickly lost.

Cyril did not hesitate and directly grabbed the opponent's armor. The dragon descended his dragon claws and tried to block Cyril's movements, but his sword was stuck on his dragon claws and was deeply embedded in his dragon scales.

A roar of surprise immediately sounded under the face armor: "How could you..."

But Cyril did not give him a chance to say more, and pressed his knee against the other party's knee. With the burst of strength, he heard the dragon's muffled groan again, and then grabbed the face armor and lifted it up and hard!

The moment the majestic helmet was lifted up by him, he saw a brilliant blonde hair floating, and then a pool of bright red flew out, covering Cyril's face.

"And there was a sneak attack?"

Cyril hurriedly retreated, reached out to wipe the fishy and thick red ball on his face, and realized that it seemed to be the blood that the other party was "hardly injured" by himself, but it was sprayed out without the cover of his helmet.

He looked forward and saw that the dragon seed was already supporting the ground with both hands, holding his abdomen and half kneeling on the ground. The dragon tail behind him had disappeared at some point, and the pair of dragon claws also degenerated into human arms. There was a deep blood mark on the arm that he had cut off, flowing on its fair skin...

Wait a minute!

He stared at the other party's long golden hair and made a series of seductive moans, recalling the face he had seen in front of his face in blood...

"Or a little female dragon?"

He couldn't help blurting out, but saw the other party raising his head hatefully. His pupils were the vertical pupils that the dragon descended from should have, but the outer pupils were green like glass, with a different charm.

"Damn humans, don't even have the awe of the superior races?"

Her lips were stained with blood and slid from the corners of her mouth and dripped onto her leg armor. Then she stood up and stared at Cyril fiercely. Her mature voice sounded like a provocative sexy girl in the tavern: "And, I am a dragon descendant, not a little female dragon, give me the key point!"

But Cyril noticed that when the other party glanced at the sword in his hand, he obviously shrank a little - it was obvious that the two swords left a considerable psychological shadow on him.

Pretend to act.

He immediately determined the attitude of the female dragon. Thinking of the familiar time to fool the NPC, he couldn't help feeling a little happy.

Cyril immediately raised the sword, and the little female dragon immediately took a step back, touched it back with her uninjured left hand, and seemed to settle down when she touched the dark sword in the tree.

Then she raised the great sword, which grew apart than her body, but she held it in her hand without any clumsy feeling.

Then, the green eyes stared at Cyril, and his voice turned from frivolousness to lower, and in an instant he was filled with majesty:

"Okay, I know you liberated this magical plain, but before you take the final root, I have to try you-"
Chapter completed!