Dragon Who Controls Time

Now that the fortress was finally completed, Nicole Nina planned to have a good rest.

Garen stayed alone in the main hall of the fortress, sitting on a towering throne made of ice-blue cold iron. The cold iron Throne was specially made for the true dragon to suit his body and structure, so it was more comfortable to sit on, and a burst of coolness came from the place where he touched it.

Sitting on the cold iron Throne and looking forward from here, he could see the main hall of the fortress at a glance.

The view was good.

The Platinum dragon's eyes reflected the illusory river of time. Garen observed it, his eyes capturing every trace of undetectable ripples and fluctuations, taking it all in, and at the same time quietly feeling the power of time.

After some time.

"Commander of the Wolfheart clan, lang er requests an audience."

A Dragon Ogre guard passed through the passage and knelt on the ground after seeing the silver Dragon.

"Let it in,"

Garen retracted his gaze.

Two minutes later, the snow White fur and strong body of the Winter Wolf commander strode into the fortress 'Great Hall. It lowered its head deeply and praised, " [ great dragon of eternity, your light and power are growing day by day. ]

Garen's face was calm as his dragon claws tapped on the cold iron Throne lightly, producing a crisp sound of metal clashing.

"I've been away for two months. How's the development of the territory during this time?"

The Wolf's tail wagged even more rapidly. Lang er maintained the calmness of his voice, but he still could not hide his happiness. under your protection, the Wolfheart clan is indomitable.

now, all intelligent tribes that still exist in the ice plains of the extreme north have chosen to live under your rule.

It still existed ... Not all intelligent creatures were willing to lose their freedom.

However, those who still existed in the ice fields of the extreme north were all willing.

Lang er continued to speak, and garen listened quietly.

The current ice plains of the extreme north was no longer as chaotic as before. Because the intelligent biological clans now had a unified Lord, the conflicts between them no longer directly relied on force, and there was a certain degree of easing.

This kind of situation was something that everyone was happy to see, except for the evil races that loved to kill.

Their initial resistance to the Dragon of eternity's rule slowly turned into obedience.

In fact, garen was not that enthusiastic about conquering the Arctic tundra.

He kept his followers and expanded his forces. His original purpose was to make his life better, not to satisfy some kind of ambition. Even now, he still did so. Even if he ate those gemstones and precious metals every day, the resources of the ice plains of the extreme north and the lava demiplane would be enough for him to consume for a long time.

After knowing that nothing had happened while he was away, garen let lang wo leave.

It didn't take long for him to flap his dragon wings and leave the immortal fortress alone.

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A huge, bottomless crack was imprinted on the ice plains of the extreme north like an ugly scar.

Looking down from the sky, it looked like a twisted black line.

The weather in the ice plains of the extreme north had not been good for the past few days. In the raging Blizzard, the figure of a giant dragon could be vaguely seen approaching from afar.

In the blink of an eye, the silver Dragon swooped down from the sky and landed firmly on the edge of the big crack.

Garen stretched his neck out and looked down.

Between the craggy cracks and mountain walls, some protruding broken rocks could be seen occasionally. It was difficult to penetrate it with the not-so-bright light, so it was extremely dark down there. At the same time, wind blew into the cracks, forming a shrill and harsh sound in the narrow place, like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.

He could sense that the mark of time on the Black Sun sculpture was still there.

Other than the sudden movement that day, there was no other movement.

Garen retracted his gaze from the deep crack and looked around.

The depth of this huge crack was difficult to estimate. Its length almost ran across the ice plains of the extreme north, and as for its width ... At the place where garen had thrown the Black Sun sculpture, the widest area was only three meters, and the narrower areas were not even a meter.

With his body size, he couldn't enter and leave as he wished.

the Black Sun sculpture ...

Garen muttered in a low voice, his eyes were alert.

The ravings in his ears back then were still incomparably clear and vivid in his mind.

To be able to make the Church of Light feel as if they were facing a great enemy, and the God of Light had even sent down a divine omen to warn his believers, this guy was definitely not a good person.

The believers of the God of Light were all over the Noah continent, and they were not limited to the Noah continent. He was a powerful God with believers in countless main material worlds. So, those who could attract his attention could not be weak.

Garen had full confidence in himself.

With time Dragon reverse flow here, there really weren't many lifeforms that could threaten his safety.

However, he still needed to be cautious when it came to the gods.

Gods were undoubtedly the most powerful existences in the multi-dimensional universe.

Only other gods and godlike powers could kill and fight gods. Whether it was the records in the Dragon's inheritance or the information in the books that garen had read, there were no records of any mortal successfully killing a God.

Strictly speaking, there were some.

But for mortals to kill gods ... The mortal must have the support of a God, and it was not his own power.

It was to the extent that even a God could not completely kill another god.

The death of a God was, to be precise, a temporary death. It was not an eternal death. Every dead god had a chance to be resurrected and come back to life. All gods were immortal in the true sense.

Even if he reached adulthood, he would only have the ability to talk to ordinary gods on equal terms. If he encountered a few powerful gods, time Dragon countercurrent would probably not be of any use.

Garen took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

Then, in a burst of faint light, his body shrank and in the blink of an eye, he turned into an adorable Little Dragon Whelp.

The young dragon had a calm gaze that did not match its body. It took a step forward and stretched its body forward. It flapped its dragon wings and landed on the big crack in front of it, then gradually disappeared into the deep darkness.