[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

Memories are like a flood that opens the gate, all pouring back into the mind.

Once the sad and sweet memories poured in, the world in his eyes seemed to be different.Although it was more difficult than in the past, Arthur still followed the guidance of memory, blocked the hatred of the surging world, and stopped sharply:

"Stop!"

The turbulent tide has calmed down, but it is not over. They seem to be blocked behind a transparent barrier, and they are still pulling the surrounding world with claws and claws.

Arthur's eyes sank, he looked at his hand, and slowly clenched his fist.

After all, he is not the man in his heyday. When his father was still there, that is, in the early days of the Age of Gods, he could really be called the one who turned his hands into clouds and covered his hands into rain, giving Sarks [immortality] Ability is just a word, just like the ghostly Melville whale.Now that times have changed, Melville's whale has disappeared into the torrent, and he has also ushered in a comprehensive decline.

In other words, this kind of weakness is inevitable. The world has developed to the present, and it does not need a single thought to crush their terrifying existence.

The weakened power he believes is much stronger than the pure blood and mixed blood in the audience, and the torrent of the world can also be stopped by raising his hand. This kind of strength has gone beyond the scope of comprehension, and has evolved into a supreme concept.

The surrounding area was so quiet that a needle could be heard, Arthur exhaled a long breath, and turned to the mixed-race girl, her body collapse was easily stopped in front of this mighty force.

"You didn't hear all that sentence."

"If your criterion for judging 'nobility' is blood, then the whole sentence should be like this—" Arthur raised his purple-gold pupils, which were the imprints of dragons and gods on him at the same time.

"In this world, only Arthur Maleficent, the half-blood, the son of the dragon and the god, is the most noble!"

The pupils of the mixed-race girl trembled violently, "Dragon and... God..."

When she was lost, Arthur snapped his fingers, and the space around Gregory, the amethyst dragon, suddenly distorted.

"Go to Isaac, he's not doing well."

Gregory disappeared with a dazed expression, and the half-blood girl suddenly realized that a pure-blood had escaped, and opened her mouth to say something, but Arthur continued to speak, not caring about revealing her background.

"My father is a white dragon, and my mother is a god of creation. Your so-called white dragon creation is wrong. He just created the dragon race, and the dragon race intermarried with other races, resulting in mixed blood." The background is very big, and Arthur even put on an approachable smile, "So, in this situation, I think I can say a few words, right?"

The mixed-race girl didn't refute this time, and she couldn't refute it either.The terrifying power displayed by the other party is there, even if the identity is just fabricated to play with her, she is not qualified to be angry.

"You are very much like an old friend of mine." The smile on Arthur's face faded. Memories are indeed a painful thing, especially now that the person remembered has been declared dead. There is deep-rooted cowardice hidden underneath, he is pure blood."

"How is it possible?!" The mixed-race girl immediately lost control of her emotions. She hated pure-bloods the most. How could it be...how could it be like them? !

"I will never admit the slightest resemblance to pure blood!"

"But the source of everything is the pure blood you hate. The world you live in and the land you stand on are all derived from their flesh and soul!" Arthur raised his voice. He felt that the wind blowing around was a bit depressed. "They're all dead... the pure bloods of the first generation..."

Arthur touched the black dragon's scales, and the black dragon turned his head and licked his hand.

"Whether you want to start a war or take revenge on pure blood, it doesn't matter, the only thing is—"

"Don't mention their extermination in front of me."

This is Arthur's bottom line. The creations cherished by his father should last for a long time. He can't keep the first-generation dragons. At this time, the second-generation dragons around him are not destined to die, and the same is true for young dragons.

"You pity the pure-blood..." The mixed-race girl lowered her head, then suddenly lifted it up, her eyes filled with tears, "Then should we accept the pain that we and other mixed-bloods have suffered?! We deserve to be humble, slaves ?! What is the reason for this!"

Arthur's hand slowly tightened, and at this moment, he felt sad and guilty.

"If you really want revenge, please come to me." He lowered his eyes, "Everything is caused by me, I am the source of bad luck, whether it is your revenge or the world's revenge, come to me .”

Arthur had already guessed that the pure blood dragons trampled the world probably because he was wiped out of existence by cause and effect.The first-generation dragons still have some impressions in their subconscious minds. They vaguely feel that an important existence has passed away, and the cause and effect are illusory, so they have to take revenge on the world.

But he managed to escape the fate of being a sacrifice. This rebellious act offended Karma, Arthur was under the tight cover of the small world, and Karma turned to find the half-blood.Between the twists and turns, the hatred of the two dragon clans that were supposed to be of the same clan was aroused. The mixed blood was not as powerful as the pure blood, and finally fell into the dust.

But even so, Arthur still has no regrets.In his whole life, he lived for too many foreign things, until that time, together with the last Melville whale, he fought hard for an ideal future.

He actually... won and lost again, because Karma is still here waiting to defeat him.

The black dragon was vigilant against everyone, for fear that someone would rush up suddenly and take that ridiculous revenge on Arthur. He would not be afraid. Those mixed bloods were nothing worth mentioning, and breathing could solve it. What he really wanted to take seriously was those who had been suppressed The unstoppable tide of the world!

"Karma, don't you repent?!" Hearing this, Melville the White Dragon finally couldn't help roaring, "I've seen the end from the beginning, and I've seen every entanglement you have with your master. It's ridiculous , You have always been stubborn, thinking that you can change everything, and no one can resist your mighty power! But when you are a tool in the master's hands, has the master ever abused you?!"

No, Arthur rarely used karma, and this special power was just a icing on the cake for him.

Even if there is no karma, he can still lie on the fluffy green grass, and he can also get the big clam he likes. The only time he uses karma is to turn its power into dragon language and give it to the dragons.

After dividing and dividing, Arthur's control of karma is like a complete cake, which is getting smaller and smaller. In the end, karma is free, and it begins to control the world.

In the voice of Bailong's questioning, the resentment of the world broke through the barrier and completely collapsed!

Gregory finally broke through many spaces and landed in the small world where Isaac was.

The channel that sent him here has not disappeared. Arthur has always been very careful in this regard. Sending him here will definitely allow him to go back safely.

Gregory's perception of Isaac at this moment is somewhat complicated.

He resented his brother for standing on the side of pure blood, and knew clearly that if Isaac hadn't been the brother who shielded him from most of the wind and rain, he would never have been able to live so comfortably.

In any case, they are twins, and neither of them can do without one.

The surrounding scenery was vaguely familiar. Gregory did not fly in the shape of a dragon, but stepped forward slowly, stepping across the green field, and what appeared in front of him was a dense cemetery.

Every tombstone here is a few years old, and some of them even have vague birth and death dates.

There was a gloomy and decaying smell everywhere. Apart from the smell of corruption, Gregory also smelled the smell of blood, which was the pure blood of a dragon.

"Isaac!" He called out loudly, but there was no response. Gritting his teeth, he quickly passed halfway through. When the scene in front of him became more and more familiar, he saw the amethyst dragon lying in front of the tombstone.

Twins always give people a wonderful feeling, and Gregory's heart began to ache. That was Nilin's position. For a moment, he looked at the huge dragon that fell to the ground in disbelief, as if seeing himself lying there.

By the time he reacted, he had already rushed forward.

"Hey! Isaac! Wake up!" He tried to feel his brother's breath, but there was nothing, not even the vague pain that he felt, and it gradually became cold and empty.

"Don't die, Isaac..." He murmured, trying to find the wound and seal it up urgently. It would be fine if the green dragon was here...

"I don't hate you for the time being, cheer up!" He found the wound on Ni Lin, the wound was too deep, which made his heart tremble, and immediately used his talent dragon language to temporarily crystallize the wound.The body of the Amethyst Dragon is very suitable for crystallization, so at least it can buy some time!

Under his tossing, Amethyst Dragon slowly opened his eyes.Probably because he was too weak, even this movement seemed extremely difficult for him, and it took him a long time to recognize Gregory before he recognized Gregory, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

He opened his mouth first, failed, and opened again, and this time he managed to make a sound.

"Gregory..."

"Stop talking!" Gregory frowned tightly. He thought about moving the Amethyst Dragon, but later decided that it was not feasible. It would be better to call someone directly, "Wait here, I will call the Green Dragon! Damn it Why can't the blood stop..."

"They said... that the council is... a special weapon for pure blood..."

"Tell you not to talk!" Gregory almost cursed, "Do you want to die that much?!"

Isaac didn't listen to him, he turned his head slowly and looked at the surrounding scenery.

"Very familiar... right... this is... the place where she was buried..."

"Every ten years... I will come back to see her..."

"Shut up." Gregory said coldly, "I'll go right away..."

"I've never...forgot...but someone has to...be responsible for a clan..."

"In your eyes, I probably am not a good brother..."