For the Dragon of Albion, he is always in his strongest state. Even the giants of Northern Europe. Even the Sphinxes of Egypt. Or perhaps, various so-called mythical beasts. These things that are not of the same kind are sometimes friendly to it, and sometimes ambiguous and perfunctory to it. Before the world changed completely, the dragon of Albion was always bothered by these weak creatures, but because he was the strongest dragon, he didn't care. Regarding the fact that the era of the weak human beings is about to come. It was the first to know about this and quickly accepted this reality, but because it was the strongest dragon, it had an obligation to let its weaker counterparts leave first to prevent them from being attacked by other creatures. It has existed since the birth of the planet and possesses nearly 46 billion years of life information. Naturally, it knows early on when the fantasy will completely disappear. Claiming to be the strongest, it plans to wait until all of its kind are gone before leaving. Because you are the strongest, you must protect the weak.
Albion would never say such a thing, because it believes that the weak must absolutely obey the strong, even in terms of opinions. However, when it was preparing to go at the 'original' last moment, it found that, for some reason, the fantasy ended four years earlier. It is a bygone era, left behind in a world that has changed. At the beginning, the Dragon of Albion's thoughts were just "Ah, so that's how it is, but I'm the strongest, so this is no problem at all", and there was no other feeling. However, it was very sad that it would never see its weaker counterparts again. However, there are also some happy things, because I met other weak creatures that are not of the same species but remain in this world together. But the mysterious disappearance caused these creatures, which were far weaker than Albion, to die quickly, which made it very sad. Slowly, it realized that it had become a "lonely and abandoned existence", and it roared angrily about its fate. It definitely doesn't want to die alone like this! So, without despair or giving up, it thought that since it couldn't rely on mysterious means to move, it would move physically. Therefore, he used his huge body to sneak into the underground where the mystery still remains. The Dragon of Albion does not remember what happened next. There are only sporadic colors in the memory. Black and red. Everything around me seemed like an incomplete curse. Dirty black and red mixed together, stirring randomly. Although I could smell a strong fishy smell, my memory was already blurred. ......It turned out that I was vomiting, and the filth blocked my throat, making it impossible for me to breathe smoothly. Almost there, almost there, just a little bit more, a little more effort and we can dig through it - The strongest dragon's mind has become extremely confused. It hurts so much, it ... I want to vomit so much, it hurts so much, I want to vomit...
In its consciousness, time disappeared, space collapsed, and only the self that kept moving forward remained. Everything was compressed to the size of a pinpoint, leaving only intense pain and agony. The Albion Dragon was on the verge of convulsions, but he used his utmost self-esteem to suppress the urge to burst into tears. How many times did I repeat the digging? I can't even count them all. The Albion Dragon at that time tried desperately to disperse his consciousness, firmly believing that his strongest self would succeed sooner or later. Suddenly, the weight was lighter. The thing that had been holding him down, as if due to something, left, and although it did not completely disappear, in an instant, the weight became 20g, and because it was too shocking, Albion's head had been severed from his body and continued to move forward underground. Before this, it didn't even realize that its head had been separated from its body and that its body had died. "what......." The Dragon of Albion muttered. Its soul crawled and finally crawled to the 'inside'. The soul had left the body, flew across the sea of death, and became the shining light at the end of the world. Behind the reality where all these fantasies are sleeping, there is almost nothing decent around. There is darkness like the universe, infinite brilliance, and a vortex like the center of all things...but the fantasy species is only itself. "How is it possible? Why am I the only one here......" To put it simply, this is a place that is nowhere, a world that is nowhere. In that place liberated from the concept of time, there is no distinction between morning and evening, no sun and moon, only the faint aurora illuminating the sky. This world has not changed. No one knows why the waves in the vast ocean exist, and no one knows why the clouds in the sky drift. The strongest dragon who came to this world felt a little lonely because he could not see the moon or the stars in the sky. So Long could only close his eyes, but as long as he closed his eyes, he felt extremely lonely in his heart. There should be people like me who have come here, but I don’t know about it. At the same time, my kind are afraid of me, the strongest one, and dare not show up. Albion had been waiting for some creature to find him. It would be great if that creature was someone he knew. It spends every day in solitude, praying like this. Although it is every day, from its point of view, there is no difference whether it is ten years or a hundred years. The body of the strongest dragon is very slow to react to the passage of time. It does not get hungry and does not need to sleep. It just spends its days in a daze. Just waiting, this punishment called hope, the unbearable loneliness. but-- "It's okay. I should be grateful to you for being able to do this." When this voice sounded, it was not an auditory hallucination or an illusion, but it really existed in my ears. Although he expected someone to come one day, Albion opened his eyes in disbelief. The existence he saw made him feel relieved. When did my soul, or consciousness, return here? Although it no longer felt lonely, it was puzzled as to when it could look at a weak human on equal footing. With this question in mind, it scanned its current body and was furious that its head left in the world had become like this. During this time, it also heard this weak human disdain the body of the strongest dragon, which was its own body.
"Human, who gave you the guts to send someone to transform my body, the strongest one, and let me fall into this humiliating state!" This was the first time in the Dragon of Albion's life that he had spoken such words. "How dare you scold me! I'm really angry now!" Unhappy Water Fairy 033: Eternal reverence () When the weapon forged from the head of the Albion Dragon had a consciousness that seemed to be 'his own', Novia's initial thought was to pretend he couldn't hear it. After all, Novia found it difficult to explain how someone could refine another person's head into a weapon that he could play with at will, especially since the dragon was so proud of himself. Moreover, a weapon having its own consciousness was beyond his expectations. Clearly, the soul of the Albion Dragon went inside, and the Clock Tower of later generations developed its body at will without any reaction... Why did it fail on him? "Are you, like the divine body Osiris, a new consciousness born from its remains?" The purple-haired girl jumped off Novia's back and looked indifferently at the object she had created not far in front of her. From the moment the sound was heard, this place was transformed into an extraordinary space that was enough to flatten and distort the vision of those who saw it. But in fact, it was not just the visual image that was distorted. Even if the Age of Gods still existed, most magi would not be able to eliminate this distortion. To put it another way, if an average person saw it, their sense of balance would probably collapse instantly, and they wouldn't be able to stand. Apart from that, it should also have some natural "aura", so it's nothing to be surprised about even if an average person loses themselves after just one look at it. In the distorted space, an object bound by her etheric thread was floating in the air. It was a blue-black 'gun'. Being able to control himself, that's why Novia couldn't ignore the sound of the 'gun', but he didn't intend to delve into it, whether it was a new consciousness or the real him. And judging from the tone just now, and considering the character of the fairy Lancelot, the incarnation of his left hand in his memory, he would be easy to talk to as long as he followed the idea of 'I won't let you be lonely anymore'. therefore-- "Ah, you are the strongest dragon..." He smiled and said, "Your Excellency the Dragon of Albion, it is a great honor to meet you today. Please forgive me for not being able to entertain you with the highest etiquette, and I am also sorry for using your strongest body without permission." The silver-haired boy spoke without hesitation, his tone was respectful and smooth, and his expression was the same, with a reassuring softness. "I didn't expect that you would be able to show your will in the real world after your fantasy disappeared, but this is as it should be, because you are the strongest dragon. I have admired you since I was a child, so I did my best to follow your footsteps and came here, but I didn't get to see you. In order to prevent your body from being defiled by the evil maggots, I had to resort to this last resort. Please allow me to apologize to you, the strongest one, again." This reminded the Albion Dragon of those humans, those individuals called "teachers" among the life forms with low individual survival ability. They seemed to provide knowledge to weaker human beings as a matter of course, and cared for the weaker ones. This person just carried another weak human on his back... After making this connection on his own, coupled with Novia's flattery, the Albion Dragon's discontentment eased a little. "Although I have not seen your truly shining face, I have heard your strongest words with my own ears. I want to tell you that I will always have unchanging respect for you, the strongest one." "Humph, do you think that I, the strongest person, can't hear such flattery? I have heard the words of creatures with low abilities like you countless times." "I'm so sorry... I don't socialize much, so I'm not good at speaking and I'm not smart enough..." Novia raised his right hand to his chest with an apologetic expression, "... but I will do my best in the future. I hope Albion can take a long-term view." "What a good speaker." Xia Li murmured, her sight sharpened slightly. She could see that the consciousness on the 'gun' was in a much better mood after hearing what Novia said, at least it was no longer as angry as it was at the beginning. Her eyes moved back and forth between each person and each object. Even though she didn't know what it was, the purple-haired girl felt inexplicably unhappy in her heart. "Humph, you look like a weak human like you, and you obviously want me to use you as a weapon. Do you think that you can make me forgive your crime of modifying my body without permission?"
Albion said indifferently that it thought it was the strongest dragon, not to mention being on par with the others, which was unnecessary. Moreover, this human obviously wanted to use it like a so-called master. It was a great favor that it did not eat him right away. "I do not know." Novia shook her head very honestly and lowered her eyes. "It would be cool if I could convince you, the strongest one, to agree to my request, but I can't say it because I don't have that ability." From a certain perspective, the weak human beings today can have their lives taken away or destroyed by any small action they make while they are alive. Weak organisms are resources that exist for future consumption and exploitation. The Dragon of Albion did not deny that he had such thoughts, but it was not entirely true. Sometimes he smiled, sometimes he argued with each other, and sometimes he worried about the present and the future. The weaklings who spent their mornings like this were so fragile and unreal. In contrast, I have the obvious and strongest power. Then it is only natural for these fragile weaklings to worship themselves—— Looking up, the boy approached the 'gun' step by step. "It is natural for weak creatures to obey strong creatures, but I think it is very unfair to you, my beautiful self, to stay in the dark underground when you have the freedom of the sky. You are the most powerful dragon and should be at the border between land and sky, looking at everything on the horizon." "Humph... Since you found my head, you must have witnessed the humiliation of my death." Although the Dragon of Albion's opinion of this weak human had already risen countless levels in its heart and could not stop, the tone of its voice was still extremely cold, and even gave people the feeling that it would not be surprising to kill him in the next moment. "As you said, I saw the filth he vomited, and even the sadness that he shouldn't show as the strongest, but -" His sincere gaze was fixed directly into the eyes of the Dragon of Albion. "No matter how ugly, no matter how dangerous, it will not change my admiration for you, more dazzling than the existence of my memory, the most beautiful existence on the planet that I have witnessed. Even if my body dies and my heart decays, this admiration will not disappear. The eternal admiration for your shining star-like beauty lies in my heart." Novia held out his hand, causing the Dragon of Albion to freeze for a moment. He continued. "I can't do anything for you, the strongest one, but can I, as a weak one, be confused with you, think with you, worry with you, and struggle with you, Dragon of Albion, can I?" 034: The Pride of the Strongest Dragon "Dragon of Albion, may I?" Until now, the Dragon of Albion still believed that this daring human life form with low survival ability was no different from the weak creatures he had seen before in appearance. But why? Now, although I couldn't find any reason for confusion or bewilderment in my heart, at this moment, I felt overwhelmed by his 'invitation from the weak'. "...I am the strongest." The Dragon of Albion suddenly said this. "Because I am the strongest dragon, it is normal for creatures to worship me, and it may be a very correct measure for creatures to fear me, because I can tear them apart at will... Although I know your intentions, I don't like those kind of roundabout words. To put it simply, if you make me angry, I will really tear your body apart directly..." Novia was not too disappointed about the Albion Dragon's refusal, because he could see that the dragon simply felt that if he accepted his suggestion, he would not be able to feel at ease as the strongest dragon. Perhaps he believed that the strong should be high and mighty and should not have too much contact with the weak in his eyes. This mentality was at work.
Fortunately, this is no longer the age of gods with its own kind. Instead, it has experienced an era of "loneliness". In other words, this is the time when its psychological defenses are weak. As long as it continues to spend time, it may be able to break through. "I just said something that I had kept in my heart for a long time. I'm sorry." Novia did not withdraw her hand, and continued to smile gently. "But as the strongest dragon, it is natural for you to be so proud. I have always believed this, so this cannot be used to restrict you."