Caesar's nerves were jumping. Now, he could barely be considered knowledgeable. After realizing the problem of the masked man's identity, the black dragon would not be surprised if the other party said that he was a god, an abomination, an evil creature, an abomination, or even an incarnation of an outer god.
However, Caesar did not expect such a name to come out of the guy's mouth.
Mad Clamour, Frost Wing.
The ultimate White Dragon of the Astral Plane, a deranged psychopath and planar traveler. It created a series of transcendental spells such as "Universal God-slaying Spell", "Polar Night", "Severe Ice Prison", and other spells. It also wrote the "Book of White", which was designated as a taboo by the gods. It even single-handedly caused the fall of the God of Arrogance and Fool. It was called the "Pure White Apocalypse" by the creatures of the Astral Plane. It was one of the two most notorious heteromorphic dragons in the multiverse.
"Heteromorphic dragons" referred to dragons whose bodies were invaded by souls from other universes. When the term was first coined, it was used to describe the White Dragon, Mad Clamour, and the Red Dragon, Kun Gu Dius. They could be called Caesar's "seniors". To put it bluntly, if it were not for these guys stirring up trouble in the Astral Plane, the young Caesar would not have been targeted by the gods so early.
"Hmph, are you so scared that you can't speak?"
The masked man grinned, and the body that carried it also put its hands on its waist and raised its head. "Sure enough, my reputation is so intimidating, haha!"
"My lord, who is this lunatic?"
Marcosos, who had struggled to get up, came to Caesar and asked quietly. After he fell to the ground, he seemed to have heard names like "Caesar" and "Mad Clamour". He did not know if he was hallucinating because of the dizziness.
"Ignorant reptile." The masked man curled his lips in disdain and pointed at the blue dragon. "Mass Frenzy."
The captain of the guards, who had been staying in the corner since he was sucked in by the gravitational force of the crack, suddenly shouted, "Caesar is actually a scoundrel who stops at nothing. One day, I will draw my sword and chop off his head!"
The guard captain's eyes widened. He was so shocked that he almost burst out. He could not believe that he was the one who said such disrespectful words. He opened his mouth in fear and wanted to explain himself, but the furious Marcosos had already grabbed him. "The reason why Caesar always lies on the throne is because he is afraid that he will spit out feces if he moves."
"Roar!"
The Blue Dragon let out a painful roar. It slapped its own face with its claw and fell to the side.
Even the Necromancer, who did not have a physical body, was affected. "Caesar keeps the undead to satisfy his special hobby."
The soul in the Necromancer's head spread out like fireworks. The undead were creatures of order. It could not tolerate blasphemous words coming out of its mouth, so it chose to extinguish itself.
The captain of the guards also drew his sword and stretched it to his neck, ready to commit suicide. On the other side, the Blue Dragon Marcosos kept knocking its head on the ground, but it did not stop swearing.
"Hahaha, wonderful, wonderful."
The masked man clapped his hands and cheered like a child. After a while, he looked at Caesar who was standing there and staring at him. "Hey, why aren't you angry?
You are so boring. "
"Forget it."
Mad Clamour yawned. "Let's play something serious."
It turned around and activated the metal sphere in the middle of the space. A mechanical electronic voice rang in the hall. "Upload location complete. Beginning construction of module. Downloading data … Data correction … Data download complete. Descend!"
The whole process lasted for less than three seconds. The top of the spherical space suddenly opened, and the night sky outside was just right. The cloudless sky was filled with stars, and winter was coming. A bone-piercing wind swept across the land, and a thousand-meter-tall figure appeared surrounded by wind and clouds, blocking the moonlight and occupying everyone's vision.
The masked man turned into a stream of light and left. The body that carried it turned into a pool of thick water. After receiving the mask, the White Dragon that suddenly appeared seemed to have come alive. It opened its eyes and scanned everything below with its lava-like gaze. It was so proud and solemn, like an emperor from ancient times. "You — are — so — tiny!"
Thousands of meters. Marcosos was still knocking its head on the ground, but its body could not help but tremble. This was the most powerful and famous mutated dragon in the multiverse, Mad Clamour Frostwing.
"This is just a clone."
Caesar said in his heart. He looked up. "Mad Clamour, what are you trying to do?"
"You are the one who interfered with my plan. Now you are asking me what I am trying to do?"
As soon as Mad Clamour opened its mouth, the arrogance and majesty that it had created before immediately disappeared. It still used its frivolous and youthful voice. "I just want to kill you all now, or be killed by you all. Roar roar roar roar roar."
"This guy is exactly the same as the rumors say."
Caesar sighed. It was not that he did not imagine meeting other mutated dragons. Everyone came from the same place, and maybe they would resonate and become friends. But reality proved that he thought too much. Most of the top mutated dragons did not care about such things, especially a freak like Mad Clamour. It was even more emotionless.
"Why aren't you talking?
Are you afraid of Caesar? Hahaha, you are a disgrace to all mutated dragons. "
Mad Clamour shouted arrogantly. Then, it suddenly changed the topic and said with shining eyes, "Of course, if you don't want to fight, that's fine too. Odín is your daughter, right?
Hand her over, and I will leave this world immediately. "
Then, the guy narrowed his eyes and spouted nonsense. "Oh, Princess Odín, my love, quickly pick up the whip and whip me, RUARUARUA …"
"What — are — you — talking about!?"
Caesar could not maintain his original appearance anymore. His fangs protruded out of his mouth, and he unconsciously arched his back.
Ever since he found out that the other party was Mad Clamour Frostwing, Caesar had always maintained the greatest restraint. No matter how crazy this guy was, he did not show the slightest bit of anger. This was because he knew that the other party was the strongest mutated dragon in the Astral Plane, and was also his "senior." If it was not necessary, he did not want to have anything to do with Mad Clamour, let alone become enemies.
However, all dragons had a few scales that grew in reverse on their bodies. Some grew on their jaws, and some grew on the back of their necks. These scales were the hardest and most precious part of a dragon's body. Adventurers only needed to stare at these scales to possibly incur the wrath of a dragon.
"What do you think? Haven't you thought about it?
This way, we will be family. In the future, we can even … "Mad Clamour was still talking, and every word made Caesar even angrier.
After his anger reached its peak, Caesar calmed down.
He closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
Under the pitch-black night sky, the sun appeared again. The Black Dragon opened its huge iron-like wings and floated in the air like a giant cross.
Caesar's body was only a hundred meters tall, but his aura was not inferior to the majestic White Dragon at all. His eyes seemed to contain the light of the entire world, so bright that people did not dare to look directly at them. Waves of golden particles spread out as he breathed, and the biting cold and the bone-chilling cold disappeared under these scorching waves.
"Edict — Emperor." Caesar's face was as cold as ice, but he was as majestic as a mountain.
"Useless, useless, useless, useless, useless. Spatial Force Field, open!"
Mad Clamour easily dispelled the attack, and then shouted excitedly, "That's it. Come on, Caesar, let's hurt each other!"