Ascension failed, the system took me away

As a creature born to stand at the top, Fire Dragon King Xiukutel had never seen such a thing.

The constant flow of information impacted His spirit and cognition, making Him dazzled and overwhelmed.

I originally didn't want to pay attention to it and tried to block and ignore it.

But the big and bold titles in the information flow, although strange, are also full of temptation.

The natural curiosity of living beings made him look sideways, feeling an unbearable itch.

The endless rage weakened under the impact of this information.

"Argonian maid, with her tail up? What is this?"

"Just take a look, it shouldn't be anything!"

Xukutel couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he carefully opened the block and tremblingly clicked on one of the messages.

Wow!

Countless streams of information poured in through this tiny gap, completely displaying the contents before His eyes.

In an instant, there were all kinds of dragon roars, dragon twists and dances, dragon songs and laughter, and other dragon movements that were overwhelming.

This is not indirect perception like seeing or hearing, but in the spiritual realm, the information goes straight into the heart, as if you are there in person.

Xiu Kuter was simply stunned.

To humans, this type of information is just like programs like those in the animal world, and there is nothing to understand.

But in the eyes of the dragon, it was a taboo video that was not suitable for young dragons, and it fulfilled the instinctive desire of living things to reproduce, and the impact it brought was extremely huge.

Of course, some of the dragon knight’s information can be understood by both humans and dragons, and it has a great impact on both.

Bai Zhi, who was watching the battle from the dark, narrowed her eyes and stroked her chin in thought: "Walon didn't come over, could it be that he was hiding and watching secretly?"

You have to know that the motorcycle dragon played an indispensable role in producing this information. After all, it was he who fully revealed the aesthetic culture of the dragon clan.

And there is also a very important piece of information, which is about the Dragon King himself.

Motorcycle Dragon is a dragon scholar who has read many books. According to his research, the Dragon King is different from ordinary dragons.

The Dragon King is the ceiling of the elemental system and the most perfect creature in this system. Their aesthetics are different from those of ordinary dragons.

This can be indirectly seen from the fact that the Dragon King has no spouse or offspring.

As perfect creatures, they naturally look down on ordinary dragons, just like cultivators look down on mortals.

After all, practitioners have very strong perceptions and can detect the odor, microorganisms, and filth on mortals from afar.

This also applies to the Dragon King.

Therefore, when Bai Zhi was writing the story, she designed the dragon clan to be perfect so that they could meet the aesthetic standards of the Dragon King.

This kind of perfection cannot be seen only in pictures and videos.

But when the bomber received this information, he was also in the spiritual realm of Longgong Intelligence and could make a perfect imprint of it.

Finally, it was passed to Shukuter intact without any compression or transcoding.

It was originally just a trial plan, but looking at the reaction of the old fire dragon, the effect is surprisingly good.

Even Xiukutel was influenced and immersed in it, which shows that this kind of perfection must be very attractive to ordinary dragons.

It is not impossible that this guy Vasaklahubakken was hiding and observing secretly.

"You farted, I didn't see it!"

Just as Bai Zhi was mumbling to herself, a cold snort came from behind her.

You don’t need to look back to know it’s the motorcycle dragon Vasakla Hubakken.

Bai Zhi glanced at him and smiled, "Have you figured it out?"

At this moment, the motorcycle dragon still had the appearance of a human disguised as its own, but the dragon's aura had faded away.

In the end, he still practiced the method of transformation, chose to transform into a human, and came to the front line of the battle.

The motorcycle dragon did not answer, but looked at the bomber who formed the formation: "What's the situation?"

"It's still in the plan." Bai Zhi didn't care and replied casually.

Then a hint of curiosity emerged in my mind, and I couldn't help but look at the motorcycle dragon.

"What are you doing?" The motorcycle dragon felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

"No, there is just a problem."

"what is the problem?"

"After you transformed into a human, did you use the dragon's aesthetic or the human's? Or was it both?"

"..."

At this time, the bombers and the Fire Dragon King Shukuter were in a stalemate and engaged in a tug-of-war.

Under the impact of the Huanglong information flow, Xukutel, who had never seen such a scene, was caught off guard.

But as one of the oldest creatures, his strong will that could resist the pollution of the dark power soon made him wake up.

He was very angry about this: "Ant, how dare you tease me..."

The rage was soaring, and the flames in the spiritual realm were even more intense.

However, the nature of the fire had changed slightly. It was no longer pure rage, but some indescribable strange fire.

The Fire Dragon King, who had broken free from his obsession, began to reflect: "Xukutel, Xukutel, you can't do this anymore."

"You are the great Dragon King, how can you be captured by beauty..."

But with wave after wave of information coming in, the tough self-reflection doesn't seem so tough anymore.

"I've been fighting for so many years, can't I just enjoy myself?"

He saw a human phrase from these information streams: "Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles?"

"That makes sense. I also need to learn more about the enemy's methods!"

Watching videos, so happy!

Although the temptation was irresistible, Xukutel still had his reason and held on to the mental space without giving up.

The bombers on the ground were also fighting hard, but they still made little progress until the scorching sun high in the sky set.

As night fell, the lightless darkness enveloped the earth, and the malice beneath the ground became active.

In the light emitted by the volcanic magma flowing on the surface, vague shadows can be seen in the distance, and something is surrounding them.

Before seeing the enemy, the familiar strange aura was already overwhelming, and the dark power surged like a tide.

This is the source of the dark pollution, so there must be infected creatures here. Not only that, but there are more of them and they are stronger.

The polluted dragons that were rare in other places in the past are now numerous here, and their number is comparable to the total number of all other creatures.

Then, black dragons emerged from the ground and swooped down from the sky, attacking the bombers.

But they did not panic and continued to carry out their tasks.

The old people who had been sitting at the outermost edge finally stood up at this time.

"Don't worry, kids, it's just a small situation, we can handle it!"

After saying that, he took his weapon and carried the bombs to face the attacking dark evil beast.

Rays of light from the source fire lit up, and spread in all directions like sparks that set the prairie on fire.

Humans, who were born unable to fly, were helpless in the face of the dragons soaring in the sky.

But human wisdom and will, coupled with a trace of supernatural power, make up for this shortcoming.

With the help of the reverse thrust generated by the explosion, they can also master the art of flying. Every step they take can enable them to move in the sky.

Perhaps it is not as flexible as a winged dragon, but its instantaneous acceleration in a straight line surpasses those natural flyers.

In order to prevent these flying dragons from crossing the defense line, the old men burned their bodies with source fire and used their most proud explosion skills to bloom the fireworks of life in the night sky.

Hearing the unusual sound, the young bombers who were maintaining the formation had slightly red eyes, but they did not act impulsively because they knew what they should do.

Fear and the desire to survive are human instincts, but the courage to transcend life and death is the human hymn.

The dead leaves fall to the ground and turn into nutrients, nourishing the birth of new buds.