Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

"No, Your Majesty! I didn't mean it. I was aiming at the dragon, but I don't know why Mr. Anguz suddenly appeared in the flight path of the dragon-hunting arrow. Everything I did was in accordance with Mr. Anguz's flight path. The command!"

Tararan had no way to escape, so he could only crawl out of the bushes where he was hiding and kneel in front of King Eryland. He defended loudly, trying to win the forgiveness of this cold-blooded tyrant.

"I swear to the great builder of the magic network, the God of Law, Fario, that everything I said is true. I have never had any intention of harming the Great Sage of Space, Your Excellency Anguz!"

"Boom Ka——"

A burst of thunder flashed in the sky, and the dark clouds condensed into a flashing eye. The cold and ruthless gaze in that eye swept across Tararan's body, and then gradually dispersed and disappeared.

Swearing to the gods will be watched by the gods in this continent, especially Furion, a particularly active god. His eye of truth will independently detect whether what the swearer says is true.

If it is false, then a vicious curse or divine punishment will befall you.

"It seems you are telling the truth."

King Aililan withdrew his gaze from the dark clouds in the sky and refocused on the Mage of Tararan.

"But even so, you were still the one who fired the dragon-hunting arrow, and the dragon-hunting arrow did kill Mr. Anguz. There is no doubt about it, so you still can't escape the trial."

King Aililan pinched the collar of the Tararan wizard with a cold face, made a fist with his left hand and drew it inwards to his waist.

"No! Your Majesty, I am innocent. It was all that black dragon. The black dragon must have used some means to make Mr. Anguz appear on the flight path of the dragon hunting arrow. It is the culprit. I am unjust. !”

The Tararan Mage burst into tears and begged.

His body was suppressed by the fighting spirit of the Skyshattering Knight, and he could no longer move.

The magic power all over his body was condensed together like glue, blocking the source of his magic power.

"Can a fourth-level dragon control a star-ring mage? Why don't you swear to the great magic god Furion to see if you are telling the truth?"

King Aililan sneered and remained unmoved.

The Tararan Mage also shut his mouth. He did not dare to use the oath of the gods to verify whether what he said was true, because he himself did not believe that a fourth-level black dragon had the ability to control the Star Ring Mage.

If what he said was false, then the outcome would be to be brutally cursed, and eventually die in extreme pain. He was more afraid of the torture of his soul than the torture of King Airland.

On the other side, the four great sages who had rushed to the side peak of the gray rock top did not obtain any useful information.

The dragon-hunting crossbow disappeared.

The surrounding soldiers and knights guarding the dragon-hunting crossbows were also burned to ashes by the dragon's breath.

As for the body of the great space sage Anguz, it was nailed to a tall mountain rock by the metal iron spear remaining from the dragon hunting arrow.

He lowered his head, his gray beard was covered with blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were widened, and his face was distorted. The Thunder Sage could still see anger and despair in those dead gray eyes.

A generation of great space sages unexpectedly ended up in such a miserable situation.

The Great Sage of Thunder pursed his lips, sadness and pain flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his big, skinny hand and gently closed the eyes of the Great Sage of Space, Anguz.

"I will avenge you, old man... Fortunately, you don't have any heirs or family members. This saves me a big trouble... Then... please rest in peace."

"To be exposed in the wilderness like this is not the ending you want to see."

He sighed softly, the lightning in his hand flashed, and he gently pressed on the body of the Great Sage of Space Anguz.

"Crack, crackle -"

The violent thunder and lightning burst out in an instant, instantly engulfing Anguz's body in the lightning.

The surroundings were as bright as day, lighting up half of the sky, and stretching the shadow of the Thunder Sage very, very long.

Within a moment, Anguz's body was turned into powder in the lightning, leaving only the red-hot and twisted iron gun that fell to the ground with a clang.

The Great Sage of Thunder turned around, his old bark-like face full of sadness and exhaustion. The breeze blew his robe and long gray hair on his forehead, revealing his eyes that were flashing with lightning.

"Let's go back, the dragon has escaped."

"Re-establish the tracking circle and try to find the location of the black dragon."

"I'm afraid it's difficult."

The Great Sage of Raging Flames shook his head. He had carefully inspected the surrounding ruins.

This black dragon was very cautious and did not leave any media that could be used to track its location.

Dragon scales and dragon blood were evaporated in the flames.

The surrounding terrain has been completely destroyed, as if a volcanic eruption had occurred.

All evidence has been suppressed.

"Then track down King Airland's illegitimate daughter. We can always find the whereabouts of the black dragon."

…

Airland Palace.

"Boom——"

All kinds of exquisite tableware were shattered on the floor.

And it's not over yet.

From time to time, you can still hear the angry curses of King Airland and the loud noise of furniture hitting the ground.

"She's dead!? How is that possible!!"

King Airland roared at the top of his lungs.

But he had to face this fact, because the tracking circle could not trace the location of his illegitimate daughter at all.

"Your Majesty, the principle behind the tracking array is bloodline tracking. It uses parts of the body of the person being tracked that contain bloodline, such as hair, skin flakes, etc., as tracking materials."

The Thunder Sage had no expression on his face and explained in a calm tone.

After Anguz died, he became the personal mage beside King Airland, responsible for protecting King Airland's safety. However, it was obvious that he was not particularly satisfied with his current job.

"If we can't trace it now, it can only mean that she is dead, or there is another possibility. She may have become an undead, a vampire, or an elemental creature or something."

"In short, her bloodline has completely changed. In such a short period of time, it is impossible for the black dragon to take her into the northern continent, escape the coverage of the magic network, and then escape the tracking range of the tracking array."

King Aililan sat slumped on the throne.

In just a few days.

He has changed from a high-spirited middle-aged king to an old man with slovenly beard and gloomy face.

It looked like he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

Without his illegitimate daughter, the transformation ceremony plan would be bankrupt.

Without the true royal bloodline, not only his strength will be affected.

His lifespan will also be greatly reduced, and he will lose the opportunity to continue to advance.

"There must be another way!"

King Aililan drove away the Great Sage of Thunder. He sat on the throne, his face became more and more gloomy, and a vicious and vicious plan gradually emerged in his mind.

That illegitimate daughter was just the offspring of him and an ordinary commoner.

So that can be explained.

He himself has a trace of royal blood that has not yet been activated, and there is a chance that he and commoners will give birth to children with true royal blood.

So why didn't he summon more commoners to enter the Ireland Palace and give birth to more heirs with him?

Even if the children born do not have enough royal blood, he can extract the blood of these children and purify the blood.

Then, through the transformation ceremony, these purified bloodlines are infused into one's own body.

Finally, under enough royal blood concentration.

He will definitely be able to awaken his true royal bloodline from this.