Legends of Kepler: Age of Erin

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (8)

CHAPTER IV: CURTAINS OF CHAOS - SIDE C: A FALLEN GODDESS (8)    

Dracko then, opened the floodgates of the Sol group, and consequently the next four stations were opened following the flight of the leader. The Supreme Dragon spread its proliferating wings, and in the shaken atmosphere of the fertile battle zone of honor and strength gathered the vast might of the ancestral power. The Raen of the Garden, mythologizing the moment without those earth tyrants; lost in sight of the side of the planet.

The Sol, Um and Quetra Groups, perceived in the commotion of the moment, derived beatifically from the Garden of the Raen's Realm. The sanctity of theri powerful wings dispensed  a pre-eminence, which was guided by the legendary fire, thereby the supreme dragon of fire, who descended underneath the magical waterfalls of the sky; In the cold event of dusk In the bliss of the language of the night. Four hundred and fifty dragons, restrained the might of an army, like the protective creatures that promised to be with their blood, since the beginning of time. From the captivate of magical empires. From the cultivation of the first centuries, now forgotten, but commemorated by the art of the most advanced army in the history of dragons.

They crossed the nearby chamber of mists, descending between the valleys of the Green Water Lily Region. The night was clear, and intriguing, and the great carnations of mercy were lost withered between the shoulders of the mountain, as the dragons intercepted the nearby meadows. The monstrosities and spread throughout the parts, as they took days to manifest. And although the army had resisted, the peak moment had arrived. On the day of the Dance of the Goddesses *, he had bequeathed. The captivating of the empire had been settled; erected as the expanse of marsh beasts. Cuddling up as they always had and after hundreds of years, the Water Lilies provided an exorbitant true threat.

The Neuphars were more than intended. Its unfolding in the last twelve days had emerged from the infinities of the roots. But it was on this night, where the Neufrates, the Elder Neuphars, emerged. And as they had hoped to do so, for as soon as the sun group entered the mystified Olympus of the succumbed lands, the Neuphrates raised their great powers. The beasts were of disproportionate scale, and not the size of regular trees. These were the sets of groves. Tree upon tree; root upon root, emerging like thirty foot tall beasts.

The sun group was divided into five eight groups of ten dragons, who were in charge of the older Neuphrates. And in one of them, was Hera. The Neufrates emerged from the emergence of the untamed. From the perpetuity of permanence. Her arms multiplied, and her roots flew over apathetic and benevolent. There the dragons succumbed, for they flew below the great attacks of their extended arms used as singular roots; along the way, they shot down dozens of dragons. The Neufaros dominated the terrestrial prairie, since the group of the dragons of the group Um was dismantled in earth quickly; the swamp was aggressive, surly, denial, apathetic.

The supreme dragon's reaction was immediate, he tried to change strategy, and the rescue group was placed as a defense group. He quickly realized that the swamp was overcrowded; her trust in her dragons was wide and deep, and they offered battle, but the number of monsters dispensed with on earth was innumerable. The monsters prostrated like the indomitable ones on the scene. For after so much battle damage against the ancient creatures, I had never seen the Kingdom of Nénufar so enraged, so concentrated, so overwhelming.

The light of Gisma was proclaimed clear and singular. Its waning state simplified mighty magic and radiance. The energy deepened in a kinetic and accelerated way to the nearby roots, giving way for more Neufrates to emerge. Temodt and Reynavé conducted their attacks successfully, shooting down dozens of them, and quickly defended the fortresses of the Sol group. They flew over the meadows, and helped the might of their sister, who was also tormented, and her conditions were not concentrated, because the nerves anticipated in his body. Something was not working, for the dragons were far from dominating.

Rea's light continued aggressive and shuddering clear of the moment, crossing through small clouds. The sky was too clear to be night, and the dance of the stars testified like a map of a singular destruction. A cosmic battle, lost in discontent and depravity. From the depths of the subsoil, a beast rose with the reckless roar. A c***k that expanded like the rise of the center of the subsoil, itself. A monstrosity that came from the foundations of the sinister of the battle. The seven supreme dragons stopped their flight; the battle came to a standstill, and all those he creatures that were once present in the ancient meadows of despondency and unbridled grief witnessed the greatest monstrosity ever seen rising from the lands of the Infinity Planet.

"It's the Vrevanoc*!"

The Mother Neuphrates rose as The Sacred Edredon * from on high. The prophecies of antiquities were coming true. The lost and discarded myth unfolded like the beast of a disgusting and deliberate king, rising like the same swamp among the beasts of the untamed; The creature frightened nearby mortals, and all those nearby refugees and outcasts, those hiding for days in the groves of swamps, ran in vain before the titanic terrorism that materialized at more than a hundred feet high, a creature that somehow form or another appeased like the dominator among the skies of the region.

"Vellazor, Ikloren, Helindor, let's go get him , right now!" Dracko exclaims.

"It is too dangerous!" Helindor exclaims. "The cavities will not be able to hold us."

"It's the only way!" Dracko exclaims. “As Kramian ever executed him! We must enter its roots, and attack the core! "

"Uncle let me go with you" exclaims Hera.

"No!" Dracko exclaims. “Ren take your sister and take over the south! If we don't have anyone covering that area it will be the end as we know it! "

"Sister, let's get out of here!"

"Uncle, please," Hera exclaims. “I don't want to leave you alone! Let me go!"

"I already said no!" Dracko exclaims. “If the supreme dragons don't find a way, no one will. It's the ancestral beast! Let's go immediately! That's an order!"

The fultimate dragons form the fire, earth, air and magnetic natures directly attacked the giant endulgence of the beast. Their groups lfet behind were led by the next in command. b********y tore down everything around him, and his giant steps were slow, but abrupt and abysmal. The dragons did not allow him to pass. They rose from his vegetative heels, reflecting bluish and magnetic flames, racing through his body. Dragons fused their powers; they mixed their energies, making it impossible for the enormous beast to pass; the four of them managed to get between the giant ribs of the enraged beast.

They crossed the organs with giant roots. They crossed the mucous membranes of the giant organism. They reached the center of the beast, the core of power. His heart was there, in a swamp water that houses deep throbbing vitality. The dragons tried to fuse their ancestral powers, generating a tactic created by one of the first armies in the history of the kingdom of Wezhreem, which consisted of draining the water, separating it from the heart, and emanating a combined fire that could directly attack the palpitation of the beast and destroy it. They tried to segregate the water, and they emanated their mighty and brilliant fires; but the beast sensed its presence, and from within it, it managed to emanate acidic water over the bodies of the supreme dragons, burning the four alive inside, screaming in pain, plunging into uncontrolled affliction.

The beast embedded its exorbitant hand without thinking inside his ribs; burying its huge and infectious claws. Attached to Vellazor, the dragon surged into air, and threw him into the land of the land. He grabbed hold of Ikloren, the supreme dragon of magnetism and gravity, and abruptly threw him into the nearby forests. But then when she held onto Helindor, the vegetative dragon, the beast felt a power in its essence. A blank space fell into the beast's abrupt mind, as its senses filled with greed and power. He raised his giant hand to his voluminous eyes, and perceived on the dragon's forehead, an embedded stone. The green emerald, originally from the kingdom of Nénufar, embedded like a stolen treasure in the dragon's forehead.

The huge beast's black eyes were filled with might, being the first Mother Neuphrates to hold the might of vegetative power so close. The recovery of the emerald signified the triumph of Nénufar over the Raen, emerging the Sacred Edredon, and fulfilling the lost prophecy of the Waterlilies. The broken promise.

The Vrevanoc lifted Helindor to the heights, and opened its giant mouthpiece. The dragon was about to be eaten, when from the ribs, the supreme fire dragon flies out in all splendor. The Leader of the Army of Splendor, was glimpsed between the capacity of the indomitable. He rose steeply as the son of the heir of fire, as the son of the greatest might. Like the supreme dragon of fire and flames.

The blazing flame of the dragon's roar was felt from before reaching the beast's sight; burning alive the life of the giant hand of the ancestral beast; forcing him to lower his hand. The beast was looking around, trying to search for the annoying dragon. He couldn't find it anywhere, but the beast's volatile attack inflamed the limbs from the Deep Water Lily. And when he turned his gaze to his left, he immediately felt the reddish flare of the fire lineage's roar.

The Supreme Dragon was the first to attack. Dracko raised his roar, one of the most prominent ever seen in battle; He directly attacked the beast's forehead, the most vulnerable part of it, and screaming in pain, he released Helindor, who fell abruptly, disuniting into the nearby air, as the pressure exerted had fractured his wings, and the control of his lungs; falling abruptly and accelerating. Dracko tried to search for his companion, who was falling unconscious and unable to fly, but as he hovered overhead to hold him, spreading roots sprouted from the beast's lateral abdomen, condensed together, and spread like a nascent limb. The roots grabbed Dracko, squeezed his body with inexhaustible pressure, and slammed him into a nearby set of rocks over and over again. Dozens of times, like the Vrevanoc's unleashed wrath on the dragon.

The supreme fire dragon was thrown from the heights towards a group of nearby trees, and in its flight, the fire brothers foresaw the throw of their legitimate uncle, witnessing a mortal blow that slaughtered the Raen by the intervening among the destroyed trees, as their nerves raced through their bodies fearing the worst.

Hera was the first to head towards the nearby bushes; Reynavé and Temodt followed her, joined to the origin of Wargolo, the leader of the Quetra de Rescate group. They arrived on the scene, the ground was rugged, the leaves were destroyed, the trees were down, and the stones were split. The Raen's body smoked, and the ambiguous pain glowed. Dracko screamed in pain, for the spine in his back was destroyed. His wings were damaged, even one was torn off. And the darkness seemed to catch the eyes of the army leader.

"Wargolo bring the dragons to rescue!" Hera exclaims.

"They are about to come Hera!" Wargolo exclaims.

"Why are they never here when needed ?!" Hera exclaims. "I want you here already!"

"There is - there is nothing to do, Hera" Dracko exclaims,

"I don't want to hear you say that!" Hera exclaims, with tears in her eyes. “You are not going to do this to me! Don't do this to me, I beg you! "

"Uncle please don't do this to us" exclaims Temodt.

"My time has come, my boys." Dracko exclaims.

"No!" Hera exclaims, please. "I will not allow this!"

"Hera, you know your due." Dracko exclaims. “Temodt, you know whose turn it is. Ren, you know who should protect your brothers. "

"I know, we know" Ren exclaims.

"Why the hell are they taking so long ?!" Hera exclaims. “I swear on my life, I'm not going to resist this. I will not forgive this. "

"You are stronger than you think Hera." Dracko exclaims. "Do not worry about me I know the day has come, for I was afraid of it. I was afraid of the whisper of death. But now that I stand before her, she is not as bad as she likes to pretend to be. I know it is liberating. I know it is victorious. Not being perfect, I have lived with honor. And I know that I will continue to do so, because I know that I will be from heaven, with her grandfather and her ancestors. I see you friends, I see you. I know they can succeed without me; they must succeed without me. "

The dragon rested its head slowly, coughing with central signs of death and doom. I was defeated.

"Take care of them for me, Wargolo," Dracko exclaims. "Go defend our kingdom, and make this fall worth it, to your hearts."