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Advent Of The Last Dragon

In a world where dragons and humans coexist, Draneil is the last of his kind, tasked with safeguarding the gates that connect different realms, including the treacherous world of demons. As the son of the powerful Dragon Emperor, Draneil feels the weight of his heritage, but he lacks the strength and abilities that make his kin formidable. When the dragons set out to confront the demon threat, Draneil is left behind due to his perceived weakness. Tragedy strikes when the dragons are decimated, some succumbing to the influence of the demons. Helpless and outnumbered, Draneil faces a fatal encounter with the formidable Primordial Demon Tazoth. In a final act of desperation, Draneil unleashes a mysterious spell before meeting his demise. To his astonishment, he awakens in the body of a newborn child, possessing unparalleled talents that were previously unknown to him. As a reborn man, Draneil vows to harness his newfound abilities and grow stronger to protect his world from the ever-looming threat of demons and traitorous dragons. His journey becomes a tale of courage, betrayal, and redemption, as he strives to fulfill his destiny and confront the same fate that befell his fallen kin. Will Draneil succeed in his quest, or will he be destined to share the tragic fate of his kind? Delve into this captivating narrative of resilience and hope as Draneil sets forth on his epic journey to shape the destiny of his world. In his dying moments, Draneil cast a spell whose effects were unknown to him. He suddenly wakes up in a newborn's body, now having unmatched talents. Now a new man, he vows to become stronger and protect his world from the demons and traitorous dragons. Will he succeed or suffer the same fate as his kin? Read this tale of courage, betrayal, and redemption.

UrekSenpa1 · 奇幻
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213 Chs

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The morning presented an unusual sight as the sun, tinted with a peculiar shade of red, ascended in the eastern sky. Its crimson glow bathed the city in an eerie, surreal light, making this morning distinctly different from any other.

Amidst the mysterious ambiance, an old man with silvery-white hair donned in dark robes moved with an almost ethereal grace atop the buildings. He leaped and bounded from one rooftop to another, his presence adding an enigmatic touch to the already unusual morning.

Amidst the city's bustling streets, the old man's appearance was that of a frail beggar, projecting an image of weakness and poverty. However, this deceptive facade sharply contrasted with the reality of the situation.