Dragon Who Controls Time

The divine power crystal given by the God of Light was gentle and pure, nourishing the body in a step-by-step way.

Coupled with the rapid natural growth of the legendary dragon, it finally formed the current situation.

An incomparably surging power flowed through his body.

Garen waved his sharp claws lightly.

Slash ... Along with his action, the air seemed to be torn apart instantly, and a shrill sound rang out. It even left a few clear claw marks in the air, which only faded away after a few seconds.

The dragon tail flicked.

Bang!

Like a silver bolt of lightning exploding on the ground, a dull Thunder-like sound suddenly rang out, reverberating endlessly in the fortress 'main nest.

After that, garen spread out his dragon wings that were getting wider and flapped them a few times.

Hu hu hu ...

As he moved, unparalleled gales instantly grew, sending the heavy solid metal below flying. Just a light and casual wave of his hand was enough to create such a strong wind.

Garen had a feeling in his heart that he did not need any spells. As long as he flapped his dragon wings with all his might, he would be able to create a natural disaster-like storm.

It was a pity that garen did not see any new rings of black scales on his body. He still only had three densely-packed black scales that were embedded into a ring.

Relying on external stimulation to grow seemed to prevent the Rings of black scales from growing in advance.

However, this did not stop Garen from deepening his connection with the river of time.

The ring of black scales was only a symbolic feature on his body, and it would increase as he grew older. It did not represent the true level of strength that garen had.

The silver Dragon looked around, its Platinum eyes reflecting the illusory River that was quietly flowing.

The river of time brushed past his body, giving garen a gentle feeling, as if he was being caressed by a gentle wind.

This was the first time garen had ever felt this way.

In the past, although he could see the river of time, he was in it and did not feel much about the flow of time. Now, in garen's personal experience, the river of time that should have been invisible and intangible was now like a real river, and he could touch it.

Garen stretched out his sharp claws, the long and sharp dragon claws opened, and then slowly closed.

"Time is vast and mysterious, and it will eventually become my possession."

The water of the river of time flowed at a high speed, passing through the gaps between garen's fingers. It was neither fast nor slow, calm and steady, completely ignoring the young time Dragon's arrogant declaration.

In the silent air, garen coughed lightly and retracted his Dragon Claw.

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Under the night sky of the northern ice fields.

The wind whistled, and snowflakes danced.

The Super-large silver Dragon soared.

The huge dragon wings blocked the bright moonlight and cast a shadow outline of the Dragon on the ground of the ice field. The silver Dragon was extremely fast and disappeared in the sea of snow-like clouds in a flash, bringing with it a white wave of air.

Garen flew freely in the sky.

His body was like a sharp sword, tearing apart the moonlight as he moved.

After sleeping for two and a half years, garen did not leave immediately after he woke up.

He suppressed his excitement and stayed in the fortress 'main nest to study his own changes more carefully. Such a large growth had deepened his connection with the river of time, and he had slowly mastered some new time abilities.

After another month, garen felt that he had more or less digested and understood the new ability.

Thus, he left the imperishable fortress and soared into the sky amidst the fanatical cheers of his followers.

As the silver Dragon flew, it left behind many traces in the sky.

From time to time, he would retract his wings and dive down to the ice field like a missile. When he was close to the ground and was about to hit it, he would flap his wings again, and his body would fly in a beautiful arc, breaking free from the restraints of gravity again, and fly into the sky under the helpless gaze of the earth.

Because of the powerful impact of the Dragon wings, the snow was pushed away, and many fine cracks appeared on the cold and hard ground that extended like forked lightning.

The Dragon's might, which was not restrained or restrained, rolled out in all directions like the waves of a raging sea.

The supernatural power of the Dragon's might had a substantial power, repelling all the wind and snow around garen's body, directly forming an empty area with a diameter of nearly a thousand meters. This place was filled with the pressure of the Dragon's might that could shatter the soul.

Garen did not need to get close to the mutated creatures that were hiding in the shadows.

From a distance, he locked onto his target with his spirit and exerted his Draconic Aura. No matter what kind of mutated monster it was, it exploded in the air as if it was squeezed by an invisible hand and turned into a pool of black flowers of flesh and blood, splashing on the snow-white land of the Arctic. As time passed, it was gradually buried by the White and disappeared.

"With my current strength."

if we had joined forces with the dragons from the beginning, we might have been able to kill the Aragami clone before he broke free from the light Pope's suppression while he was still under the light Pope's control.

The original sun god had left a deep impression on garen.

Garen did not have a good impression of the mutated monsters left behind by this guy.

Without exception, all of these deformed monsters had a chaotic and dark aura. They smelled like dead bodies, with an unpleasant smell of decay.

Under garen's followers 'constant cleaning, the number of mutated monsters in the ice field of the extreme north was extremely small. The remaining ones were slightly stronger and good at hiding.

These mutated monsters that were lucky enough to survive had avoided garen's followers 'clean up.