Duke felt like he was in a trance. If his willpower had been divided into two levels before, his would still be his, and the system elf would still be the system elf. But now, what he felt was that the Firebird's Might of the Four Colored Dragons was like a hammer, pounding on the core of the subway. Hammering with willpower, while constantly hammering at Duque's will, it also led to the sublimation of Duque's spiritual domain.
And sublimation only needed an opportunity.
Duque was not a native of Azeroth. He had not experienced a childhood where he had to deal with wolves and murlocs even in the supposedly most peaceful Elven Forest. He was just a college animal who grew up in a big city. This lack of experience made him destined to have a slightly weaker psychological endurance in the face of danger and pressure in battle. For example, he was always easily hit by the Warlock's [Fear].
Duque also had his advantages.
He was a transmigrator who remembered the general situation.
The experience of looking at the overall situation as an outsider gave him a sense of superiority that the natives could never understand.
This mentality of standing at the top of the ecological chain and looking down like a god was his trump card.
Duque suddenly became angry —
You! Me! This! Bit! Small! Dragon! Forget! Me! Root! Onion!?
Hmph!
I am Duque!
I am Duque who rose from nothing to become a hero of the Alliance and sat in the position of commander!
I am Duque who killed hundreds of thousands of orcs, killed so many chiefs, made use of Gul 'dan to become rich, and killed Nethario, the Wing of Death!
I am Duque who is determined to use Ragnaros, the King of Flames, as a lighter, and break and purify the Lich King's Frostmourne to use as an air conditioner in the future!
The one and only Duque in the world!
You little dragons who are only worthy of EXP actually dare to shout at me?
Laugh! Words!
Dragon's Might, right?
Then don't blame me for being rude.
System elf, attack!
"Hmph!"
It was a seemingly ordinary snort, but in the ears of the Dragon race, it had a different meaning.
The magic circuits in Duque's body were already a little chaotic, and the elements in the air seemed to have sensed Duque's aura and suddenly trembled.
In the blink of an eye, the elements in the air appeared in four different colors and turned into four magic blades that could be seen by the naked eye. They slashed in all directions like lightning.
At the same time, the magical elements that contained some kind of mysterious power suddenly flashed. Like waves stacking on top of each other, they rose to an even higher peak, bursting with endless power!
"Ancient Dragon Might!?" When the four types of magic radiance that corresponded to the Four-Color Dragon Race slashed down, the young dragons were immediately scared out of their wits.
Never in their wildest dreams would they have imagined that a mere human like Duque would actually be able to release an awe-inspiring might that rivaled that of an Ancient Colossal Dragon!
When the magic blade slashed down, they only felt one thing — death.
"Oh?!" The three Dragon Kings on the highest floor of the Dragon Slumber Godly Palace looked surprised at the same time.
If it were the Dragon Ambassadors beside Duque, they would be horrified.
"Chi –" The magic blade that Duque counterattacked was too fast. It was so fast that it almost flashed by, and the strange and mysterious power contained within it even disappeared in an instant.
However, in the eyes of these young dragons and Dragonians, they saw a completely different scene — when the light that corresponded to their race's skin color slashed down, blood immediately gushed out of their necks. Be it dragon scales, dragon skin, or even the hardest dragon bones that could block most sharp weapons in the world, they were all slashed in half.
Their heads shot up into the sky, and their bodies slumped to the ground. The blood of the dragons stained the sacred Dragon Slumber …
I'm … dead?!
Countless dragons' necks suddenly shrunk, and countless Dragonians retreated in shock, touching their still intact necks.
Was that … an illusion?
Although the blade radiance that was made of this aura only flashed for a moment, it was enough to scare every dragon out of their wits. In an instant, the entire Dragon Slumber Godly Palace trembled, and it was the reflection of the dragons retreating.
How could there be such a terrifying person who made tens of thousands of Dragonians and thousands of young dragons feel the illusion of being killed with just his aura?
Just recalling that feeling made them feel cold and weak all over?!
Every dragon and Dragonian asked themselves, "Is this Duke Marcus telling us that he can kill us if he wants to?"
At this moment, seeing the exaggerated scene of tens of thousands of dragons bowing down, Krasus and the three Dragon Ambassadors beside Duque showed expressions of awe.
"How breathtaking!"
"Congratulations."
"Congratulations."
"For humans, it's perfect."
Duque was a little confused. "Uh, I pass, right? Then … what is this? "
"This is something we've all experienced. Of course, it's not as perfect as yours. You'll know after the ceremony. " Krasus continued to whet Duque's appetite. "Okay, you can now go to the highest floor to watch the ceremony."
Duque was speechless.
Of course, he knew that the Dragon Slumber Godly Palace was also divided into upper, middle, and lower floors, but he didn't know that these big lizards were so cunning. They asked him to watch the ceremony, but didn't say which floor he would go to.
It was still that fiery red flying carpet, and Duque and the others were lifted out of the godly palace again, spiraling toward the highest floor of the godly palace.
Finally, at the highest floor, Duque saw the three dragon kings in human form.
Alexstrasza was the first to greet him. "Good job!"
Malygos was a little dissatisfied. "This human kid secretly learned the [Dragon Soul] method."
Nozdormu was disdainful. "So what?"
Duque smiled bitterly.
Right! So what?
With the help of the platinum disc in his hand, which was a fragment of the [Dragon Soul], he used the system to analyze part of the composition principle, and even the formula similar to Firebird. However, the power of the magic simulation of the dragon's roar was limited. After all, he was not a real Dragon Aspect and did not have a real dragon soul. Naturally, it was impossible for him to have the kind of terrifying power that could make thousands of dragons bow to him.
At best, the power he exuded was similar to that of a ten-thousand-year-old dragon. It was okay to scare the small fry, but it was completely ineffective against a dragon of Krasus' level.
The Red Dragon Queen puffed out her chest proudly. "In any case, Duque, the human hero who saved me from the Dark Prison, has proven his courage. He is qualified to stand here and watch the end of Nesario."
End?
Wasn't Nesario dead?
Just as Duque was a little puzzled, the remains of Nesario suddenly appeared in the void in the middle of the highest floor of the godly palace, which was like a garden pavilion, completely open, and supported by several huge stone pillars!
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