The huntress felt that she owed the knight of the Temple of Solomon an apology, because she perhaps should not have sarcastically mocked him as a despicable coward, a coward who manipulated puppets in secret.
The iron face of the white dragon was peeled off. Although the little girl's movements were gentle, the scene was still cruel and painful. The vine-like flesh and blood was entangled on the inside of the giant bronze face, and as the iron face was torn off
The roots are broken. If the dragon is still alive, then he will definitely let out a shrill roar, and the girl will respond with brutal cruelty.
Under the iron surface, the skull of the dragon skeleton was actually hollow, with no facial bones, like a hollowed-out bowl.
The girl turned slightly sideways, and the blizzard that fell in the sky cast a white skylight, illuminating the twisted and terrifying scene inside.
It was an iron-gray man, buried deep in a pool of blood-red mud. A red cocoon nested in the dragon's skull swallowed up half of his body. The upper half of his naked body exposed from the cocoon made of flesh and blood was so skinny.
Like an air-dried dead person in the desert, there is no body hair or even pores that can be observed with the naked eye.
Under that iron-gray skin were all jagged bones, with sharp protrusions holding up the skin, as if they were about to tear the entire outer skin. There was another hole about the size of a fist on the right chest, with hyphae-like thin and dense blood vessels coming from the outside.
Accessed, extracorporeal circulation of unknown body fluids is performed.
Even his open arms became part of those hyphae. They were connected to the flesh and blood tissue inside the skull of the dragon. The whole person was like the crucified Jesus in the Bible, but different from the one in the story.
God, when he entered the mire of flesh and blood, he would never be resurrected.
Fusion.
When the huntress walked closer and saw the scene inside, this word popped into her mind.
She once learned the taboo knowledge about dragons from the Lord's side, and the current scene was one of them, which was regarded as a vicious and cruel force no matter what era.
But in that knowledge, the usual examples are that the superior ancestor dragon controls the descendants of the descendants in a fused manner (such as Norton's inheritance of Samson's power that has not happened in the current world line), but now he has settled in a human body
It is unimaginable for a dragon's brain to complete the fusion.
"So, I like humans." She stretched out her hand and gently touched the iron-gray man's cheek.
"I originally thought that the descendants of humans in this world had such a shallow understanding of dragons, but it turns out that as long as there is a strong desire for strength and power, no matter what race they are, they can shine brightly."
The iron-gray man did not move. He had already lost the moment the iron mask was lifted, and all that was left was fear.
"What on earth are you?" he asked, his voice filled with trembling and uncontrollable awe.
That is the respect for pure power and strength. When the blood-red halo and the black wings of tens of meters break through the blizzard, the body a thousand times harder than steel tears apart the sound barrier and breaks up the elemental flow, the huge spiritual realm and the dragon
When Kuda reached a 'resonance' beyond his imagination, he finally knew what type of thing he was facing.
It was something unstoppable and unhostile, as majestic as a mountain, like the sea, or like the dark universe.
Although he still doesn't know the identity of the other party, there is no doubt that the existence of this kind of thing does not allow him to hate, nor is he allowed to have hatred. Even if he shows even a little bit of hostility in front of it, it is natural that he will usher in the end of destruction.
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"I have many names, but they have all been buried in history, and those that have been forgotten are things that have lost their meaning." She said, "But there is no doubt that I am the same as you humans today, walking on an endless journey.
A humble apprentice on the road to evolution.”
"Isn't something like you the end of evolution?" The iron-gray voice was hoarse and terrifying, but the girl in front of him didn't have any disgust at all. There was only gentleness in Molten's eyes, even if she was about to kill him.
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"Of course not. No one is born to stand at the end of evolution. We are just born to stand further away." She stretched out her hand to hold up the iron-gray man's jaw. Just such a movement tore apart many connections with him.
A large amount of thick red liquid flowed out of the external blood vessel along the fracture.
"We are just like you, constantly pursuing the evolution of higher levels of life on the road of life. At this point, I am particularly optimistic about human beings. The curse of limited life is like oppressing the relationship between you and dragons.
With the same level of potential and talent, you are forced to squeeze out unlimited inspiration from your extreme youth."
"On the road of evolution, you may not reach the end in your lifetime, but the dazzling light you show on the road can become a beacon that illuminates our way forward." She said, "If we win the war at that time,
It’s not him who is called the judge by his ethnic group, but me. Maybe my compatriots and ethnic groups won’t be reduced to where they are now, right?”
The iron-gray man's golden eyes trembled, as if he was shocked by the girl's words like never before. He didn't dare to judge how much of the words were true or false, but as long as they were true,
Then he doesn't regret losing.
Fourth generation? Second generation? In front of her, bloodline can never mean victory, because she is the emperor who underestimated bloodline the most in the history of the Dragon Clan.
"Of course it's true, I never lie."
"Are you coming back to take revenge on this world?" The iron-gray man asked in a low voice, his voice getting smaller and smaller. The blood vessels connecting his body were rapidly withering and shrinking, because at the source of those blood vessels
At the heart of the dragon skeleton, a dark, rotten spiral dagger was inserted inside, nailing it to the core of the entire alchemical matrix.
"Revenge is something that only children can do. I have never left, so how can I come back?" She sighed, "Before you leave, you don't have to worry or fear that Solomon's Temple will do a good job, just as I commanded.
Well done that way!”
"You" Fear appeared in the iron-grey eyes again, the fear of the collapse of ideas, and he suddenly understood the terrible meaning hidden in those words.
"No! You are not her! How dare you think you are her! You"
The man was suddenly enraged, his face distorted, his iron-gray skin tensed to the point of tearing, and his withered body kept twisting in an attempt to pull his hand out of the flesh and grab this blasphemous bastard.
She just looked so gently at the knight twisting in the cocoon of flesh and blood, the suffering knight. He couldn't even kill himself. This was the price, the price for gaining power and strength.
“In 1097 AD, a 30,000-strong army including pilgrims and sectarian believers crossed from Constantinople to Asia Minor. After the Crusaders returned home, some of the groups achieved prosperity and wealth, and established feudal kingdoms similar to those in Europe. , and some of the elites gave up everything and went to unknown destinations." She gently stroked the man's head and said,
"But that group of people didn't get nothing, right? They gave up gold and honor, but they got more things, which they regarded as life, faith! Fanatic faith!"
"While passing through Asia Minor, they got a painting, a painting called "The Temple of Solomon" from before 957 BC, a magical oil painting." She said with a smile, "It is said to be able to communicate with others. Oil painting of divine communication.”
"Everyone who looked at the oil painting should hear the voice of God. Their spirituality would rise to the world above and see the outline of God. They would receive the knowledge and instructions given by God. So they gave up the faith of the old Crusaders and called themselves the New Crusaders. He is God’s agent, a human knight who fulfills God’s instructions.”
"Yes, my child." She stroked the head more and more forcefully, and said softly, "That is the origin of the Solomon Temple Church, an oil painting that can give huge spiritual vision. Now tell me, that painting Is it still hanging in the secret room of the Basilica of St. John Lateran?"
The iron-grey man was speechless, and fragments of collapsed faith gradually fell from his eyes.
The girl stopped exerting her strength and did not press the devout knight's head into his chest, because even this would not kill him and would only bring him humiliating pain.
"Until now, you have done a good job. You have been able to find the technology to control pure-blooded dragons. Even the corpses are commendable. After all, they are all knowledge in the big library. Just interpreting them is enough to consume Scholars for generations." She withdrew her hand and turned around. The huge black wings fell off her back, and the blood-red halo also dispersed in the snow and mist.
"You deserve a reward, so I will allow you to live."
She took a few steps forward, but suddenly there was a roar behind her.
"No, no! You are no different from me! You are even parasitic in the body of one of your most despicable humans! How could you be her!" The iron-gray man tried his best to prevent the collapse of his faith, and roared at the top of his lungs. Filial piety, reject the truth that is about to come out.
He tried his best to twist his skinny body to crawl out of the cocoon of flesh and blood, but what he pulled out from the bloody mud was only a white and bloody tailbone. The long-term fusion had caused him to lose his lower body. But even this couldn't stop him from going crazy.
He suddenly pulled out one of his arms, the bone-white arm. When he was about to reach out and touch the girl's shoulder, a white holy cross appeared on his forehead.
The arrow with burning power came out of the wind and pierced his head, nailing him back into the hollow of flesh and blood, and buried him into the mire of forbidden power with his anger and fury.
"You are doing unnecessary things again." She came over and said helplessly as she looked at the huntress putting her bow down.
"You allowed him to live, so I didn't kill him."
The dragon skeleton and the festering body had already fallen into self-destruction. What was the difference between this and death?
The female hunter did not say these words. She did not understand the origin and relationship between Junshang and the iron-gray man. She only knew that she would not let that filthy thing touch Junshang's body.
The little girl doesn't care about the things behind her.
The storm in the sky became more and more intense, and the swirling clouds of the blizzard occasionally passed through the black cracks, which was terrifying. The entire Nibelung was at its limit.
The elemental turbulence caused by the brief battle before has completely destroyed the 'load-bearing' of this place. The collapse is only a matter of time. Before that, she should have more important things to worry about.
For example, the boy staggering out of the coniferous forest in the distance.
The huntress noticed that the girl's gaze was no longer on her, so she looked back and saw the child she should have hidden stepping into the chaotic snow.
The boy and the girl both have a golden child like molten iron.
"Will there be trouble?" the huntress said softly, looking at the little boy.
She didn't answer, but looked at the boy with eyes filled with unsettling affection and wantonness.
And the boy's eyes saw the most primitive, soul-trembling violence.
What happened between them? I don’t know, the huntress has no way of knowing the story between them.
Because those stories are secrets that happened in the port called Black Swan Port, and that secret was buried in the ice of ten thousand years with that grand explosion. What happened before and after has not yet happened.
What happened is a story that will be told later.
The vast coniferous forest sky finally shattered at this moment, and another Siberian snowfield appeared in the ravine in the sky. Hundreds of billions of tons of avalanches fell from the sky, filling and destroying everything.