Chapter 138: The Coming of Silence (5): Dragon Egg (Part 2)
"Is it coming out? Is a dragon that only existed in legends in the past...a dragon family, now coming to us as a new life? What a wonderful thing." Dylan couldn't help but admired.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you something just now, Dylan." Melinaer deliberately lowered her voice and said close to Dylan.
"What?"
"The Pope said that in fact, the Socra Committee obtained a dragon behind the Empire's back, a female dragon whose whole body was covered with a layer of indifferent ice crystals. They even raised her secretly for more than a year. But Socra's dome seemed to block it.
There is some kind of necessary energy for dragons in the air or sunlight... maybe it is a nutritional element. In short, the female dragon died weakly after suffering in pain for several months." Melinaer said,
There was a sympathy for women in his tone.
In her mind, there is not much difference between humans, lost people, alien beasts, and even all other intelligent races, and all emotions can resonate.
"These three dragon eggs...are the things that are hatching the seeds she left behind?" Dylan asked, pointing to the dragon eggs that were still moving just now but were temporarily calm.
"I'm not sure." Melinaer shook her head and said:
"But at least it is an existence that has been favored by the powerful dragon clan. No matter who its producer is, it must be a strong dragon."
"Yes, maybe I have to talk about fatalism, before it is fully hatched. I have a hunch that this egg may hatch out a dragon, but it may be a dragon with traces of humans, and maybe a little mixed in.
There are other strange things, maybe they are deformed beings. To be honest, Melina, have you ever seen a real dragon? It’s not a picture or a legend." Dylan asked seriously, reaching for the inner layer of his shirt.
Fumbling in his pocket.
"No, I'm sure not. But the Pope's divination and prophecy, as well as the information transmitted by the Socratic Committee through telegrams, show that there is indeed a high probability of hatching. So they regard the behavior of drawing strength after the hatching fails as preparation.
A choice, even an act of last resort." Melinaer explained:
"By the way, you mentioned fatalism just now. I want to hear your opinion. This is a profound philosophical topic."
"Destiny, yes, fate." Dylan said in a deep tone.
Then, after groping for more than a minute, he finally took out from his pocket a small flat box that reflected the bright steel luster, and a delicate and compact lighter with an unknown bouquet pattern engraved on it.
He did not avoid Melinal, but opened the box skillfully, took out a cigarette produced by the Imperial Factory, rubbed the filter on the top a few times, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Ding!
The bottom is blue in color, and the top is a dim yellow flame emitting from the lighter.
After touching the bottom of the cigarette, Huo Ran began to jump, boil, and sway with the airflow from Dylan's mouth and the reaction with the tobacco.
Finally, after the lighter lid was decisively closed, it disappeared instantly.
"Our era is a painful era. After human beings lose the blessing of gods, even if they become relatively powerful losers, they cannot escape the sanctions of fate. All our intelligent creatures have original sin set by the Creator, even if they are
Even if we repent to the Lord, we will not be able to obtain salvation." Dylan exhaled the breath that smelled of curled flowers in his mouth and said.
Melina did not make any comment on Dylan's actions or words, nor did she refute or support them.
She just smiled dumbly and looked at Dylan from the side with confused eyes.
"Salvation, yes, salvation. All people are living in war and pain. Many people can't see hope, but they can't commit suicide. Some because of their belief in the Lord, they escaped to hell after death to receive punishment. Some because of their friends
and their families, and do not want to bring them more pain. Some people still have some vague hope in their hearts, and they fantasize about being able to reach higher realms. They are in pain and happiness. But more people are actually pitiful.
existence." Dylan explained profoundly.
"Poor...existence." A ripple of "empathy" appeared in Melinal's heart.
"There is actually a lot of new labor force in many cities controlled by the empire. That is, teenagers and young people under 25 years old. If they have not experienced hard combat, have not become superpowers, or have not entered the imperial army to obtain formal establishment, most of them will
They will enter factories and do heavy labor under harsh conditions every day."
"Except for Socra's 'Mechanical Element' and 'Xinyuan' factories, even the 'Dark Night Light' factory in Chekavsk, the survival rate of humans engaged in high-intensity physical labor after ten years is only half, but the Empire
The population is indeed growing year after year. Many of them will die alone every winter, but many of them are keen to leave their descendants, imagining that their descendants can be selected by the Imperial Legion, thereby achieving a class jump, and in terms of resources,
Distribute as much as possible in case of shortage.”
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Hearing what Dylan said, Melinal frowned slightly and interrupted:
"I think if it were me, I would consider some ways of redemption to at least prevent my children from the torture of original sin. After all, this kind of thing is difficult to imagine among the lost."
"You are right. But in fact, their descendants are in hunger and poverty, and they do not have the innate reproductive ability and energy of animals. Just compare dragons, they are not the same in the sky
One is soaring, the other is running in agony on the ground.”
"But...one is bathed in the brilliance of the sun, the universe and the stars, while the other escapes into the center of the earth, enduring the endless baking of lava, and the ruthless corrosion of the internal organs by the dry air. Of course, we lost ones, at least
The children of the three major churches still don’t have to worry about resource allocation. We have sufficient resources. Apart from robbing humans, at least as far as food is concerned, we can’t have a shortage. Isn’t it? Miss Melinal, I think
, you and I have both done sinful things to human beings induced by 'gluttony'. In fact, considering the identity of the lost person, it is not a sin." Dylan said with a smile.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That's right. And yesterday I heard Kuangti say that he especially enjoys the taste of devouring the body. It is pleasurable to him. In that process, he can enjoy
The feeling of fullness of life." Melinaer answered affirmatively from the side.
"Dylan, I think our focus cannot be on discussing philosophical issues right now. The hatching of the dragon egg that has accepted your power is coming to an end."
As Melinaer spoke, she stretched out her white fingers and pointed at the dragon egg in the center that was beginning to move again.
Dylan looked at the situation and saw that the cracks in the dragon egg began to spread outward from the upper and lower base.
Under the slight shaking, ring-shaped cracks first appeared, and then began to turn into broken cracks. Finally, the top egg body was impacted and broken by the internal impact, and flew to the side.
"It's coming out, Dylan." Melina took out two goggles made of metal frames from her arms and asked:
"The light is very bright, do you need to wear goggles?"
"I think, I definitely need this." Dylan responded in a positive tone.
After receiving the goggles, Dylan followed Melina's example, put them on, and tied the strap that extended the goggles to the back of his head before he focused his gaze on the dragon egg again.
At this time, the dragon egg was half broken, and a black dragon claw the size of a human child's hand stretched out from the egg and kept grabbing it.
After a few minutes, the claw seemed to have mastered the key, and it kept grabbing hard against the wall of the dragon egg. After several impacts, it finally broke the entire upper half of the egg.
After several chirps of animal cubs were heard, a black shadow exuding a trance-like aura slowly crawled out of the dragon egg and nestled next to the other two unhatched dragon eggs.
"Dragon? I hope I can see it more clearly." Dylan murmured to himself, trying his best to surge the dark magic power in his body that was already not very full.
Staring at the dark young dragon, Dylan first felt frightened, trembling all over, and feeling like an animal's instinctive escape.
As the dark parts gradually became clearer, Dylan felt someone whispering in his ear again, inducing him to do things that would hurt his body.
Gradually, the whisper turned into a mechanical long-pitched whistle, and he felt that the bright space around him began to become distorted, winding inward, and curling up.
The edges made of straight or vertical black stones began to turn into curves and wavy lines, and finally he observed the bottom of the mixture of cement and stone bricks under the floor tiles.
His vision changed from three dimensions to four dimensions. In a dazed state, he could actually see the whole "young dragon" in front of him from ten directions at the same time, and there was even a perspective of reverse observation from the inside out.
"I... pray for the protection of the Lord of the Night."
In desperation, Dylan began to get married for the second time:
"I... pray to Lord Hope for correct guidance."
Under the half-prayer-like knot, Dylan's expression began to become dull. Although his head could still feel the sudden pain like being driven into a nail, the appearance of the young dragon in front of him began to become extremely clear.
"Dragon, baby dragon." Dylan blurted out.
Under the protection of the goggles, the body of the "young dragon" in front of him was surrounded by a chaotic, invisible and chaotic colorful black color.
He stared closely at the dragon, trying to further observe the details of the "young dragon's" body.
Then, he discovered that except for a small area around the "young dragon", the area around him was suddenly enveloped in endless darkness.
For a moment, he even doubted whether he had been led into a dream.
But after a little thought, it seems that in the entire Hope Church, except for the two brothers Yatuo and Aaron, there should be no other [tempters]/[deceivers], and they should not be able to induce him, give wrong guidance or
Produce hallucinations.
Immediately afterwards, the "Abstinence Crest" given to him by Melinaer in his hand simultaneously emitted a dazzling white light.
A few seconds later, the chaotic sounds in his ears and the confusing light in front of his eyes suddenly disappeared, leaving only the darkness of the white room, where two other dragon eggs had been swallowed on the floor tiles, reaching a height of more than two meters. "
Young Dragon".
"It seems to be contaminated. Just the act of eating the eggs of the same kind can have such a serious impact on our spirit. I really don't know if the Socratic Committee has other purposes. Dylan, can you and I?
We are all upper-level professionals, you are the [Deceiver] and I am the [Prayer]. You and I can easily touch the darkest areas of our minds, but just now, we have all fallen into chaos and reached the edge of madness."
"If it were a human being, even a mid-level professional with superpowers or a lost person, he would have taken out a pistol and pointed it at his head just now. In other words, I felt an extremely painful feeling of loss, Dylan,
I don’t know how you feel?” Melinaer asked restrainedly, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat rolling down her forehead.
"It's very complicated, but we can feel an inexplicable and severe fear. It's like we are a mouse, crawling at the feet of an extremely strong giant monster. We are not even qualified to worship, so we can only sacrifice ourselves as much as possible to gain the monster's temporary support.
An angry existence. It's too humble, we humans... the Lost are too humble in front of all gods and holy races." Dylan sighed.
"This little... little guy has been successfully hatched now. The 'shang' around his body should return to normal standards. If he doesn't show a very intimate attitude towards you, I can immediately notify the lower palace
The chief cardinal inside, Luan Jue, asked him to bring a few strong children up to imprison the young dragon.
After all, the sense of the magic source power in the newborn dragon is not clear. Then if you induce it and mislead it with "random sense", we can give a "tamed" dragon to the Socra Committee group.
In this way, the seven or eight thousand men of the Sucra Legion and the Guards will be ordered to sabotage the empire's military operations. If we trust the committee's ability to control the army, some of them will even be able to fight alongside us and work together.
Fight against the empire." Melina analyzed in the most optimistic direction possible.
"It's a deal, right?" Dylan said with a wry smile.
"That's right, a deal. Moreover, for this deal, the committee also gave us hundreds of communication products developed by decrypting Crusted's legacy technology - walkie-talkies. Compared with the 'Language of Darkness', communication is
More convenient and faster technological products." Melinaer smiled.
"Yes, we can also use technology to fight. Why didn't I think of that?" Dylan replied nonchalantly.
Immediately afterwards, he took two steps forward and carefully observed the "young dragon" crawling on the warm ground in front of him.
Its entire body is pitch black, except for the inner side of a pair of wings that are pure red, similar to a bat, waving forcefully and unconsciously, but if you look closely, it feels like an eagle.
The surface of his body shows an obsidian-like luster, and under the sunlight, the skin appears rounder and fuller.
The neatly arranged black gem-like scales covering it reflect the strong body muscles below, contracting and spreading with each breath, giving it a powerful beauty.
Dylan observed and tentatively extended his right hand to the "young dragon".
As if the "young dragon" was born with the ability to communicate with intelligent creatures, it turned out to be low and arrogant, with a pair of sharp "antlers" and a general shape like a lizard's head. It nestled under Dylan's palm and rubbed it hard.
After a few clicks, he showed his obedient and obedient appearance.
"Dylan, I think your magic power and your 'induction and deception' skills have already worked. How about giving it a name?" Melinaer nodded with satisfaction and looked at the "young dragon"
suggested.
"Thaye, how's it going?" Dylan suppressed his inner joy and said calmly.