Black Dragon Kingdom Chapter 423

  Chapter 423 Trembling all vested interest classes

  On the gorgeous crystal throne, Eliza, who has already broken through to the demigod, looks at Ace, who is enjoying himself in the magic screen.

  The corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

   He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn guy, ever since I lost the pressure, I've been thinking about having fun every day."

   "It has completely become a salted fish dragon."

   "The Dragon Alliance has such a big family business, and the Ontology World has such a bright future, there is something salty fish can afford."

   "Not to mention adding 10,000 to 007, adding 100 to 007 is absolutely indispensable."

   "That is to say, those saints under the nether world are constantly fighting fires, otherwise his indulgence in this wave of enjoyment alone will cause extremely serious consequences."

  She was a little speechless, Ace's aesthetics was completely oriented towards the aesthetics of human nobles in those rich areas.

  White, thin, small, beautiful, not a few of them.

  Not to mention Bai and Mei, it's not a big deal, but being thin and small is a big deal.

  At the beginning, Ace carried out a plan to use clothing to degrade the genes of the human race.

  The basis of clothing rules is actually the use of human aesthetics.

   People think that small, thin is beautiful, fat and strong is ugly.

  The gap between thin and fat is very large.

  Fat people needless to say, with fat sticking to their bodies, it is equivalent to carrying dozens of catties of sandbags anytime and anywhere.

   Normally, you don't need to exercise. If you take two steps, you are exercising.

   After all, anyone who lives with a load of tens of catties will not have a bad exercise effect.

   Therefore, fat people are generally very strong.

   On the battlefield, will the combat effectiveness be worse if you have more strength?

   Needless to say, Er Zhuang is a muscular man, and you can tell how capable the opponent is just by looking at his muscles.

  Ace, as the current ruler of the Dragon Alliance, his aesthetics look like this.

  Effectively, the kings of those races all believe that Ace's aesthetics are correct, and the appearance he likes is the real beauty.

  After all, His Majesty is a wise master who has never seen before, and can easily increase their income by hundreds or thousands of times.

  Do you believe in your own vision? Or do you trust His Majesty's vision?

  Normal people will choose His Majesty's vision.

  There is no reason, strong is right, weak is wrong.

  Power is the only factor that determines beauty and ugliness. People will always believe in the choice of the strong, no matter good or bad.

   Few people are willing to believe in the choice of the weak.

   As a result, the kings of the races had many young and thin wives.

   And countless military officers, seeing that their boss actually likes that kind of beauty, will definitely think that that kind of beauty is the real beauty.

  The sturdy woman who can beat them all over the head with a hammer in the house is definitely not a real beauty.

   Wave after wave, the genetic level of the entire dragon alliance has been dropped a lot invisibly.

   But the good news is that the eyes of the gods in the sky are wide open, and the eyes of the saints in the nether world are wider than the eyes of the gods.

  As soon as the kings of the race started to change their aesthetics, the saints began to contact them to change their aesthetics back.

   And what if you can't break it back? It was time for the gods to appear on the stage. The 30,000-meter-long sword lay across the shoulders of the king of the race.

  Pointing to the strong and thin beauties, he asked, "What kind of woman is the real beauty?"

"You tell me."

  At this time, the kings of the race, one by one, hugged a very strong beauty in their arms, saying that such a beauty is the real beauty.

   Thin beauties are heresy.

  The gods left satisfied, and the king of the race dismissed all his thin wives with tears in his eyes, enjoying the service of beauties whose arms were thicker than his waist.

   Those who knew it knew that the other party was his wife, who was serving the king of the race, but those who didn't know thought the king of the race was being violently beaten.

  The gods, the saints, the two top evil groups maintain the bottom line of each race at all times and prevent them from falling.

   What Ace is doing now is to increase the workload of the gods and saints.

   Now they have to deal with a large group of race kings and officers who have changed their aesthetics under the influence of Ace every day.

   I don't know how many times I have pulled out the 30,000-meter sword.

  However, even if they work hard.

  But Ace has prepared hundreds of thousands of maids for himself, and there are countless spare maids.

  Those maids, with the help of the war priority package brought to them by Ace, have gained a lot of military merit.

  There are a lot of millions and tens of thousands of husbands in it.

   Others are not blind. Seeing His Majesty's aesthetics is like that, and there are so many benefits, everyone will definitely follow suit.

  Under the general trend, there are more and more family members whose aesthetic views have changed.

  There are so many disadvantages that Eliza has to pay attention to.

  The angry Eliza moved a pair of black crystal-like dragon wings slightly, and the teleportation magic was activated instantly.

   Endless magic runes instantly covered Eliza's whole body, and with a wave of space, Eliza disappeared in place.

  In the ocean, Ace is eating and drinking, and someone is whispering nice things in his ears, super nice ones.

  Coupled with a steady stream of delicacies, the whole dragon is already a little bit reluctant to go, and it vividly interprets the appearance of a faint king.

   In mid-air, Eliza, who came out of the space, looked at Ace, who was laughing together under the flattery of countless maids.

  A dragon face turned iron blue.

  She roared angrily: "Ace, what are you doing?"

   "Hundreds of thousands of maids, countless reserve maids, do you want to destroy the Dragon Alliance, a force you created by yourself?"

  An angry roar resounded through the heaven and earth, and the mighty Longwei pushed hundreds of thousands of maids into the water, unable to move.

  Eliza fell into the water, her huge body of four thousand meters caused countless huge waves and tsunamis.

  A pair of long eyes looked at Ace with the eyes of Zha Long.

   Ace, who was lying on his back in the ocean, looked at Eliza who was standing upside down. He was in the stage of enjoying himself and was blinded.

   "Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?"

  Three questions in life filled his mind.

   After being in a trance for a while, he quickly got up and shook his faucet.

  Looked at Eliza with some dissatisfaction, and said with anger in her tone: "My lovely sister, are you provoking the ruler of the Dragon Alliance, the last dragon, Ace?"

  The dragon sleeps in the sea, and the pot comes from the sky.

   Ace, who finally had a little time to enjoy, cherishes his current life very much.

  After all, the days before were really too bitter, and we added one thousand plus ten thousand to zero and seven at every turn.

   Who can hold this?

  He was never this miserable in his previous life. After becoming a dragon capable of dominating the world, he turned into this ghostly appearance instead.

   Now it's hard to be able to enjoy it, but accidents happen one after another.

   Eliza, a troublemaker, can't see him enjoying it?

  Ace, which is five kilometers long, is much taller than Elisa, with a pair of dragon wings spread out, almost covering the whole world.

  The scarlet longan stared straight at Eliza, and the boiling murderous aura directly made countless maids faint from fright.

  The huge momentum pressed **** Eliza's body.

  Eliza shrank subconsciously, Ace, this brother is not for nothing.

  In the past, she and Elena did wrong things, and they were all meant to be hung on the beam and given a thunder and lightning whip meal.

   It is common for those who are drawn to cry and call their parents.

   Acting like a baby and being cute has been used many times, and I was really taught a lesson.

   Therefore, facing the angry Ace, under the psychological shadow of childhood, the anger disappeared like snowflakes.

  Eliza didn't even dare to open her dragon wings, and said softly like a good girl: "Ace, have you forgotten your genetic degradation plan?"

   "What you are doing now is similar to designing humans."

   "You are the emperor of the Dragon Alliance, and all the dependents of the Dragon Alliance are watching you."

  "Your choice is their choice. What you are doing now is destroying your own foundation."

  The soft and weak words reached Ace's ears, and he froze.

  Retracting a pair of dragon wings spread out in the extreme state, he said proudly indifferently: "What are you afraid of? Isn't it just a little bit of genetic deterioration?"

   "There are rules of absolute militarization, so if you let your subordinates fight a few wars casually, won't you come back?"

   "Don't worry too much!"

   "I'll just enjoy it for five hundred years, and after five hundred years I'll be what I was before."

   "I still need to look at the general direction of the Dragon Alliance."

  As a rational saint dragon, he has always been very reasonable.

  When others are unreasonable, he will not be unreasonable, and will return the other party's unreasonable level 100 million times.

  And if others are reasonable, he naturally has to be reasonable.

   Seeing that Eliza came here for the genetic level of the Dragon Alliance, although he was still a little upset in his heart.

   After all, anyone who enjoys being interrupted twice in a row will feel very uncomfortable.

  But he has already suppressed his roar, thinking about the problem rationally.

   "Enjoy five hundred years."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Aren't there wars?"

  Hearing that Ace wanted to enjoy five hundred years, Eliza instantly threw the little genetic degradation to the horizon.

  As Ace said, today's Dragon Alliance is in full swing. Under the rules of absolute militarism, the genetic level can be multiplied dozens of times under a single war.

  Before the war against rebellion was fought, the genetic level was just one in a million.

   After the war of peace, the genetic level has reached an astonishing one in 400,000.

  The forty-fold improvement has blinded all those with vested interests in the ontology world.

  Ace, if he gets hundreds of thousands of maids who conform to his own aesthetics, even if he plays hard for a thousand years, he can reduce the increase of forty times to thirty-nine times at most.

  It is simply insignificant to the improvement of the genetic level brought about by the absolute militarization rules.

  Now what she cares about is, why does Ace want to enjoy five hundred years?

  Ace wants to enjoy five hundred years. Doesn't this mean that there will be no wars in the middle hundred years?

   After all, once the war breaks out, all the existences in the entire dragon alliance will be busy.

  Ace is no exception.

  How can it be possible to enjoy after getting busy?

  So enjoying five hundred years is equivalent to at least five hundred years of truce.

   "Ace, isn't five hundred years a bit more?"

   "The dependents have fully developed the living space gained in the previous war in these years."

   "Everyone is gearing up, just waiting for your order."

   "I think it will be about three hundred years. At that time, our subordinates who should break through to demigods have already broken through to demigods, and their strength has reached its peak."

   "It just happened to kill the group of Outer Gods, and provide thousands of times more rations for our artifacts."

  Eliza changed the subject, and said in an anxious tone.

  She really doesn't want to stop the war. She herself needs to consume blood sacrifice energy to grow, and the small world also needs blood sacrifice energy to grow. There is also a world artifact of the big stomach king.

  In this case, even her local tyrant dragon is very, very lacking in blood sacrifice energy.

  The five-hundred-year truce, isn't it killing her?

  Three hundred years is really the limit, no matter how much more, her family's world artifact can hold her thigh and cry for three days and three nights, and show her an ocean of tears.

  Looking at Eliza who suddenly turned from the issue of enjoyment to the issue of war, Ace waved his hand in a high-spirited way: "If you say a thousand-year truce, then it will be a thousand-year truce."

   "How many years has it been?"

   "I enjoy five hundred years, and spend another three hundred years on technology research and development to prepare for war."

   "There are still eight hundred years before war will start."

   "Three hundred years, this is almost only one-third of the preparation time."

   "Don't fight the war so hastily, the rules of absolute militarism need to be slowed down."

  War is not something that can break out with just a slap of the brain.

   You have to consider the development of the military, political, economic, and cultural territory, and even investigate the military, economic, and cultural territory of the external enemy. It is best to be foolproof before it can break out.

  War breaks out as soon as the brain is tapped, that is stupid.

  Not to mention anything else, let's take today's Dragon Alliance as an example. There are more than 3,000 continents, countless islands, and tens of trillions of dependents.

  Legendary powerhouses have millions for each race, and more than 3,000 races, that is more than three billion.

  As for the extraordinary people below legend, there are countless.

   With such a vast territory, such a large population, and so many superpowers, the giant forces are fighting a war with all their might.

  The preparation time is calculated in hundreds of years.

  Eight hundred years, really not many.

  Eliza petrified, and the 800-year truce is enough for his world artifact to cry into a hundred oceans.

  How can this work?

   Let alone eight hundred years, three hundred years is already the limit of her bottom line.

Eliza raised her dragon head, held her head high, and had been eavesdropping for a long time. The "source of runes" that had been confused by anger turned into a big ball of light. She was suspended behind Eliza's head, full of The word protest is written on all the **** of light.

  At this moment, Eliza not only represents herself, but also represents the interests of thousands of interest classes in the ontology world who want to fight.

  Looking at Eliza who looks like a fighter, Ace narrowed his scarlet longan eyes. Is this guy going to use force to force him to declare war?

  Eliza opened her mouth wide and said, "I don't..."

  Before he finished speaking, Ace widened his long eyes, and the dragon claws like mountains converged with the powerful world power of the small world.

   grabbed Eliza's tail directly.

   Then, the poor Eliza was dumped on the sea.

  Ace was furious, holding a giant thunder and lightning whip that was 100,000 meters long and 1,000 meters wide.

  Severely taught the younger sister who has lost her mind under the influence of huge interests.

   "Papa clap!"

   "Awwhhhh!"

   "Ace, woo woo woo woo, I was wrong."

   "Stop hitting, stop hitting, I was wrong!"

  Eliza burst into tears, and her four dragon claws kept sliding indiscriminately.

  The whole dragon has completely collapsed.

  The "source of runes" that originally wrote the word "protest" has already laid itself on the bottom of the sea tremblingly, not daring to move.

  The voice of my younger sister who was yelling a lesson came!

   "You are a magic dragon, how can you put short-term interests first? Did you learn from countless magic dragon ancestors to put short-term interests first?"

   "I don't know how to look farther!"

   "I think you are blinded by interests, and you have thrown the magic dragon's sanity into the sky."

  Ace yelled at Eliza viciously.

   It makes you lose your mind, makes you greedy, and makes you forget about the future.

  Such a huge resource, 1.75% of the blood sacrifice resources in the entire ontology world.

   Don't you know how to accumulate well?

  Eight hundred years, for these powerful dragons who can sleep for thousands of years, it is a blink of an eye.

  I don't want to wait for such a short time.

   Lost his mind directly under the influence of interests.

  Ace, whose anger was exploding, stared at a pair of red long eyes, and hated iron and steel, and wanted Eliza to return to her former rational appearance.

   And in Elena's dragon nest on the floating island, Elena was trembling and swallowing saliva non-stop.

  She was just preparing to support Eliza across space to denounce Ace, and told Ace with righteous words that she could only stay away from war for a maximum of three hundred years.

   Otherwise, all the vested interests in the whole world are our backing.

  You are a dragon, fighting against all vested interests in the ontology world, and surrender before you hurry.

   As a result, fortunately, it was one step too late.

   Otherwise, she would be the only dragon that was dumped on the ocean and smoked right now.

  The allies are too timid and too disappointing.

   Ace's red eyes glared, one by one running faster than the other.

   "Eliza is so old, he dared to hang her up and smoke."

   "Is there still a king's law here? Is there still a law here? Dragon gods, don't you care?"

  Eleanor said the most embarrassing words in the most embarrassing tone.

   Directly throw the blame to Dragon God.

   And a large number of dragon gods have become ostriches at this moment.

  Ace, who is that?

  That is a powerful dragon that has multiplied the interests of the entire ontology world.

  The artifact he owns ranks second in the ontology world.

   They all rushed up, and they were definitely killed by being dumped on the ocean like Eliza.

   As for Ace, they have no time to hide, how dare they rush up?

   After all, among the five-color dragons, the big fist is the last word. Whoever has the big fist is the boss.

   Obviously, in today's noumenal world, apart from the world will of the noumenon world, Ace's fist is the biggest one.

   No one is interested in rushing up and being dumped in the sea for a pumping meal.

   So do they.

  (end of this chapter)

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