The black dragon sweeps across the earth and ashes everywhere.

    It represses the tidal force in its body, but it is ecstatic about it. It seems that heaven and earth are also shocked by it. Only by consciousness, it can lift the magma underground, raise the raging waves and create an endless fire.

    The essence of the world has never been shown so clearly. In its flaming pupil, the flow of elements is exposed. The cyan wind, red fire, black ground and blue water are stereoscopically visible like real objects. These naughty little things dare not violate its will and are neatly arranged in the sky and earth, just like the army waiting for review.

    With one thought, the black dragon can modify the overall bad environment within a thousand miles around it.

    If you don''t climb to the top of the world, you can''t taste the beauty of power. This taste is far more addictive than the most illusory poison. The black dragon beats its wings powerfully, and the golden flame burns in the sky like a flowing cloud, emitting more light and heat than the hot sun.

    As long as it wants, under its iron wings, Aladia will complete the first reunification in history. From the distant Skogar to the west coast, the whole continent will raise the flag of the black dragon. From now on, all the land will belong to it, and it is the only king.

    As for gods and demons, kill as many as you come!

    "No, Aladia is not my destination. Even if I don''t integrate azrils, I can finish all this alone in the near future."

    The black dragon''s strong command sounded like thunder in his mind, suppressed the thoughts of rushing left and right, gathered his wings and fell on Blackstone mountain.

    The demons wandering on the surface raised their heads one after another and bared their teeth at the black dragon falling from the sky. Without the restraint of the emperor of the inflammatory prison, the baroyan demons all exposed their chaotic nature. They screamed and climbed up the surface to attack the blockade line of the black wing empire. At the same time, they fought with each other and plundered all tangible things.

    No wonder azrils envies Caesar. The demons under him are really far from the black wing clan. Gathering these guys will only do bad things. It''s more suitable to be a burden than their family members.

    "Get out."

    The terrible smell of the abyss leaked, making all the demons kneel down and tremble. They almost dare not look up. Their limited IQ is difficult to understand what happened. They clearly see the black winged king of Aladia, but they feel like a powerful Lord in the abyss. The smell is similar to that of the king of inflammatory prison, but different.

    The continuous volcanoes woke up in the low roar of the black dragon. First, they burst out a hot pillar of smoke, which was wrapped in red volcanic ash, and then ejected a huge amount of magma, which covered the Blackstone mountain layer by layer.

    The originator of all this has long disappeared and drilled into the deepest part of the earth.

    The idea of integration originated from an accidental accident: after leaving the flame mark for Kahn tangrian, the son of Prince of poison fire, azrils attached to Caesar''s scale and asked him in a joking tone what would happen if he left the mark in his body.

    Before Caesar agreed, the emperor of the prison immediately began to try.

    As a result, azrils was embarrassed that its power was completely "eaten" by Caesar. The black dragon''s body was like a perfect container, which could easily accept its power and will.

    The two sides looked at each other silently, and a terrible idea appeared in their mind. They pretended to continue to cooperate as if nothing had happened, but the seeds of suspicion had taken root and sprouted invisibly.

    Because of this, Caesar would say that warning to the inflammatory prison monarch in the star ship at the beginning of this operation.

    Not long ago, when he was seriously injured under the attack of the God of light and inflammation, he saw azrils looking at his complex eyes. It was by no means sympathy or appreciation, but hesitation, struggle and restraint. The emperor of the inflammatory prison was thinking whether to seize the opportunity to seize a new and powerful Dragon.

    It finally gave up. Not only that, at the critical moment when it was in a desperate situation, the inflammatory prison monarch even chose to believe in Caesar and entrusted all his strength and will to Caesar.

    So the black dragon, burning the immortal fire, opened its wings.

    The fusion was so successful that it was beyond Caesar''s own expectation. He thought azrils would enter his brain and take charge of his body together with him in a short time. Unexpectedly, the personality of the inflammatory prison monarch completely disappeared, and his will and thought became a part of himself.

    ... he must complete the separation.

    Caesar sank into the deep field of consciousness and entered the independent world belonging to himself. A new feeling drowned his perception. Here, all materials disappeared, leaving only the glimmer of inspiration and spirit.

    His spiritual world is a gloomy sea with countless stars on his head. Each of these distant stars represents an intelligent individual - those demons outside. Caesar can invade the thoughts of other individuals here if he wants, but it takes a lot of time and energy, so he has never expanded his ability in this field.

    At the bottom of the deep consciousness, Caesar found a faint flame, which was a heart like flame. At the moment, it was entangled with his own strength. There was no doubt that it was the original fire of azrils.

    The inflammatory prison monarch still exists, and only exists. If Caesar wants to, this original fire will be addicted to the bottom of the ocean and never see the sun.

    The shell of the original fire is rough and full of cracks, which shows that azrils did not deceive him. The guy was really seriously injured at that time. I think so. Whenever there is a chance, the inflammatory prison monarch will not choose to surrender himself.

    When Caesar tried to move the fire of origin, he touched the sharp teeth of killing machine.

    "It''s really a devil. Even if he loses consciousness, he also has the greatest degree of malice towards everything around him." Caesar laughed. The resistance of the original fire could not be a threat. He easily controlled it and kicked it out of his body.

    Then comes the trickiest part - separating the fused consciousness.

    Caesar looked at his consciousness and tried to wrap it with a silk thread called rationality. From the beginning, he felt great pain. The unspeakable mental pressure twisted the soul. The original stable mental bridge was overwhelmed and bent and deformed under severe pain. Caesar seemed to hear the sound of cracks opening.

    [stop]

    The soul wailed.

    Caesar has some attainments in psychics, but he is only limited to weaving laws and creating some simple "fields", which is definitely not a master. Therefore, he can only tear apart his consciousness in this rough way, take the initiative to lose the integrity of his soul, and bear the torture close to self abuse with absolute coldness and rationality. Self dissection will vaguely reveal the shadow of dim fire, Piece by piece from the soul.

    In just a few seconds, Caesar stripped many fragments from his soul, talent, instinct, will and subconscious... All these complex information belong to the inflammatory prison monarch, and some deeper shadows are waiting for him in the depths of his soul.

    Azrils should thank me well, Caesar thought. Time became particularly slow at this time. He did his best to maintain his patience.

    ……

    After a long time, Caesar finally broke free from the weakness and nausea all over his body. This is the essential price after tearing the soul. Fortunately, azrils has been completely kicked out of his body.