Pirates: The strongest Celestial Dragon in history

When Feng Lin came outside the city gate, the city gate was already dilapidated.

"Dirk, did you do this?"

Fenglin glanced at the scene around the street. Dirk's battle was too serious.

"Fenglin, you don't understand."

Dirk shook his head and played with the mucus on his hand. Next to him was Fox, who was wrapped in layers of mucus.

"This country has changed, or it is gone. This country is dead. You know, this country is completely hopeless."

Dirk stood up slowly, his face gloomy.

"Are you blaming me? Why are you telling me this?" Fenglin frowned. He didn't like the way Dirk spoke now.

"Do not……"

Dirk shook his head, "I'm not blaming you, I'm blaming myself..."

Dirk stood up and looked at the country that had begun to take shape but was still disgusting and said: "Two years ago, do you know why I chose to stay? Because I thought I could change this country, but now I realize that I was wrong No, I simply can’t do it…”

Fenglin looked at him with a cold face, "What on earth do you want to say? Do you want to follow me or not? There is nothing left to miss in this country, the sea is the most important!"

"Your goals are too ambitious, Fenglin, look at this country..."

Dirk was also a little angry, pointing at the fleeing residents of the country and said: "These people have all changed. I don't know where the nobles came from! The original residents are gone, not a single one is left, they have all been sold as slaves! This is the world under the rule of you Tianlong people!"

Dirk roared angrily: "Those people before just wanted to live. They wanted to take back their rights. In exchange, they were oppressed by you Tianlong people and treated as slaves! They even lost their lives!"

Fenglin remained silent because what Dirk said was the truth.

And those who are treated as slaves of the Celestial Dragons are actually no different from dying...

"But this can be changed, Dirk, you have to believe me. You will not end well if you oppose the Draco..."

Feng Lin persuaded in a low voice, and the next moment, the wind howled.

Fenglin stood in the wind and warned Dirk: "In the future, the Tianlong people will definitely control the sea because of my existence. You can't overcome any storms. I also want to change, but you have to listen to me."

"Why, if I don't listen to you, are you going to take action against me?"

Dirk shook his head, raised his hand, and a pool of black mucus returned to his hand.

Fenglin frowned, there was blood on the mucus.

In the big pit next to it, there was a pool of blood that was shocking. Fenglin pointed at the big pit and said, "Did you just kill Fox?"

Dirk nodded, expressionless.

Fenglin was not calm at all now. He didn't expect Dirk to be so strong.The mucus that he could break easily would become even more powerful after eating Fox.

"It seems that you have become much stronger over the years."

Fenglin took a deep breath, the strong wind behind him gradually subsided, and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​taking action against Dirk.

"I have something else to do, I'll go first."

Dirk shook his head, stood up and walked away. Looking at the direction he was walking in, it turned out to be Drowok's palace.

Fenglin squatted on the ground, looking at the blood in the big pit, feeling a headache.

"It's harmful to raise tigers."

Patting his big head, Saudi Arabia came up from the side and said: "Dirk has been carrying you for the past two years, using mucus to absorb the beast king in the desert. It seems that he is much stronger now. Are you sure you won't take action against him? "

"You really want me to kill him? Saudi, why did he offend you? I thought you two got along well. I wish I could give him all my sword skills."

Fenglin glanced at Saudi Arabia with resentment, and the latter smiled maliciously: "Who told me to remind you before that you don't care? If you don't listen to the old man's advice, you will suffer the consequences. And if you want to learn swordsmanship from me, I will I can teach you, but you are too afraid of death, so forget it."

"Fart, you are afraid of death!"

"Then go kill Dirk!"

"No, I still have a lot of use for him..."

"Forget it, it's already smashed."

Saudi shook his head, "Boy, you'd better face reality. It's impossible for Dirk to help you Tianlongs fight the war. I can see his thoughts clearly. It would be good if he doesn't fight you."

"I don't think so."

Fenglin tilted his head and bet with Saudi: "In a certain aspect, Dirk is still the same as me. I can always use him in the future."

"Whatever, I don't care."

Saudi Arabia sat down on the edge of the pit, looked at the blood stains in the pit, and said happily: "This way of death will be miserable for you Tianlong people in the future."

…~…~…

In the castle, a ball of slime slowly lay down in the palace, constantly climbing up the stairs, slowly crawling over the human bones on the ground, with blood flowing like a river next to it.

Dirk walked slowly through the streets of the palace, holding a wooden sword in his hand. He fought from the south of the palace to the north of the palace, and the wooden sword was cut into pieces.

"It seems that I need to change my weapon to something more handy."

Dirk sneered and controlled the mucus to swallow the corpses on the roadside and moisten himself.

Around the corner, piles of corpses were covered in mucus, and the entire palace had become an empty city.

A bunch of guards were killed in pieces. On the throne in the main hall, King Kent was also pinned down by the slime.

"King of Kent, can you explain to me what is happening in this country?"

Dirk slowly sat on the edge of the throne and took a deep breath.

The mucus immediately wrapped around Kent's neck, making him unable to breathe.

Struggling, Kent wanted to raise his hand and shout "room".

But the next moment, his wrist was violently wrapped in mucus and squeezed tightly, unable to even make the ROOM gesture.

"Stop resisting, King Kent, I will not let you go."

Dirk smiled and shook his head, "But someone will come to save you, so I won't kill you. I just want to ask you a few questions. If you answer them honestly, you will save a lot of torture."

Kent whined, clearly giving in. Just when Dirk was about to let go of his neck, a gust of wind blew into the palace.

The last one that made the wind turn into a pool of blood. Dirk also knew that Fenglin was coming and did not choose to let go of Kent's neck at this time.

"Dirk, have you killed..."

Fenglin was really confused this time. He didn't know what Deke wanted to do. "Are you going to declare war on the Tianlong people? Or do you simply want to vent your feelings?"

Fenglin asked Dirk seriously. He hoped that Dirk would make the right choice and not do anything stupid.

"Don't worry Fenglin, I won't kill Kent. He is your Tianlong people's loyal dog. Just keep an eye on him."

Dirk stood up and said with a smile: "As long as you ask him to tell me honestly where the original Delovok went."

At this time, Dirk let go of his hand, and the slime put down Kent's body. The two of them stared at each other quietly, listening to what Kent had to say.

"You want to know, right? Well, everyone is dead..."

Kent returned his feet to the ground and shouted, "ROOM".

The next moment, a space enveloped the palace.