Chapter 153: Deep Sorrow (21): The Palace Belonging to the Dragon Clan (Part 1)
"Who is it? Who is there?" Luo Ka quickly extinguished the flame of the "oil lamp" in his hand, subconsciously took out the gun at his waist, and pointed it at the chaotic thing where the sound came from.
However, staring at the "future" in the rich and dark realm of the headspace, he just smiled indifferently and guessed one or two things in an instant.
He did not make any defensive gestures, nor did he easily use the magic source power. Instead, he leaned against the crimson red and blazing stone slab, endured the burning feeling, and raised his head and asked:
"Your Excellency, can you spread the dark fog that surrounds you and show yourself to us in your original form?"
Luo Ka's voice was not loud, but melodious and ethereal echoes continued to be heard in this rich, psychedelic and chaotic space.
Silence, total silence.
It was as if the rich voice just now was the murmur of a fantasy nightmare, an hallucination caused by the erosion of "sorrow".
After coughing twice and clearing his throat, "Future" briefly recalled the "prophetic content" mentioned in the paper just now, thought for a moment, and continued to ask:
"You... are a dragon, right? Or at least... are their descendants? I heard that a few months ago, the leader of our human federation resurrected one of your kind. It's just a pity that he didn't successfully activate the energy in his body.
The bloodline is displayed in front of the world in a true, great and supreme manner.
"I...actually don't have any hatred for the Dragon Clan. On the contrary, I am very curious about your true appearance. My name is Constantinlian, and I am called 'Future' in the 'Order Society' organization, which means 'inherit the past and create the future'."
's future'."
"Future" said, pressing down the gun in Lorca's hand with one hand, and continued to introduce himself:
"His name is Lorca. He is a lost child who was raised by an organization called the 'Chaos Group'. To be honest, we don't have any ill intentions towards the Federation, humans, or even your dragons. We just want to be fair.
, just living happily in this world, and came to the 'Suffering Ruins' just to find what was lost."
"'Future'...Lorca..." The rich voice finally appeared again, with a long tone:
"Your names give you hope to move forward towards kindness, which is good. It's just a pity that after the defeat of the war, I was imprisoned in a dark, dim, and desperate realm for too long, and I have long forgotten my name. You know
, no matter what species, as long as it has wisdom, it will have memory, but any memory will only retain the most important part. The name is nothing more than a code name that is called around. If you want, you can call me
For 'dragon'."
"Mr. Long." "Future" smiled and said:
"I know you have the strength to light up this place, but the endless loneliness and despair have made you accustomed to being surrounded by darkness. However, lighting up this place will not let you come into contact with those annoying lights. This world has long become
It’s pitch dark.”
As soon as the words "Future" were spoken, a sigh passed through the space from far to near.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding darkness was gradually replaced by the faint light of stars, and another stone slab sprouted directly opposite the two people's sight with violent vibrations.
Countless sparks were pulled by some kind of force and collectively moved upward, merging into two planet-like existences, one red and one light blue. Their soft light barely illuminated everything around them.
This is an empty hall, several times longer than the space where the coffin existed just now.
The wall at the end is full of blurry pictures, which appear chaotic due to the distance.
The floor is made of bricks made of clay. It has obviously become dilapidated after years of erosion, but it seems that it is often cleaned and not much dust has fallen.
Looking a little further away, the ground is full of carved totems related to the history of the Dragon Clan. There is only a path for two people to pass that points to the circular totem symbolizing flames in the center.
Boom, boom, boom...
A dull sound came from behind the stone slab. As "Future" expected, the person he saw was not a real dragon in the supreme form, but a "half-dragon" with a pair of bat-like broad wings behind his back.
However, the face of Mr. "Dragon" was covered by a dark red mask engraved with mechanical geometric patterns and the words "Creator" written in "Central Language".
On top of the body is a piece of fiery red armor, which reflects the highest human armor-making craftsmanship in the first and second eras.
"What if..." The distance between the two of them was ten meters. After stopping, Mr. "Long" took the lead and said:
"Your goal is to retrieve the lost things. I shouldn't stop you, but I am trapped by the agreement and prophecy with the 'Fire Lord'. I need to stop the 'Unholy Evil One' who dares to go deep before the end of the 'Silent Flame Era'."
people'."
"How to judge the so-called 'unclean people'?" "Future" asked.
"'The Lord of Flame', which is what our dragon clan calls Khitan Ris Deli, once made a contract with me, stipulating that the owner of a soul that is 'untainted by the world' and 'maintains its original nature' is a pure person. If you want
To judge whether it is 'unclean' or not, you only need to peer into the soul. The 'Sleeping Creator' once prophesied that the era of the destruction of our dragon clan would be the 'era of the rise of wisdom', that is, the 'Era of the First Flame', and the era of reconciliation for all living things.
It’s called the ‘Restart Era’, and that’s when we really wake up.” “Mr. Long” explained:
"Back then, Khitan Risdri deciphered the 'Original Prophecy' with extremely high wisdom and inspiration, and made an agreement with me that only when the 'Pure People' come here, the 'Silent Flame Era' will end and the 'Transition Era' will begin.
.This place does not belong to the 'Dragon Realm', nor does it belong to reality. It is an alien plane between existence and illusion. Without enough power, it is difficult to find this place among the complicated 'deep ruins'.
"Once upon a time, a few greedy thieves and desperate assassins accidentally entered this place. Unfortunately, their souls and hearts had long been tainted by unsatisfied desires. It was pitch black and there was nothing warm and red to be seen. Therefore, I
They had no choice but to forcibly remove the still-beating 'unclean heart' to make their souls get closer to the 'Creator'."
"This kind of punishment... is cruel enough, but then again, how can we peek into the soul?" "Future" asked.
"That's very simple." Mr. "Dragon" stretched out his right hand, palm upward, revealing five sharp claws.
Immediately afterwards, a spell mixed with ancient Fire Empire language and ancient Krust German came out of his mouth. Lorca and "Future" felt a sting in their chests, and they felt like their body parts were being forcibly peeled off.
Soon, a light green energy burst out from the chests of the two people. Mr. Dragon gently grabbed it and rubbed it several times, turning into two nearly solid spheres emitting a faint light.
"These two hearts." Mr. "Long" said with a sense of surprise in his tone:
"It is actually a pure thing. During the 'Fallen Era', I once peeked into the heart of Cathay Risdelir. Although it was not dark, it was soaked in sticky blood. As one of the leaders of mankind, if you do not admire violence, you cannot
Possessing power, but adhering to violence, it is easy to fall into the abyss of darkness. The humans who besieged us during the 'Karlov End War' were desperadoes infected with blood. Our 'Dragon Chief' was forced to sleep in advance, awakening the dust.
Even the power in the lava failed to reverse any situation.
"Blood condenses into strength, but it cannot bring the slightest purity. But you are obviously covered in unpleasant fishy odors, but they do not seem to have invaded your hearts. You are not crazy, let alone depraved, which is very rare.
"
"We are not the eighteen races controlled by the dragons in the first era, nor are we the first batch of brave humans who condensed their fighting power with blood. In the third era, that is, at the end of the steam era, human desires and wars unleashed a certain
"Mysterious and extraordinary power' forces us to become 'lost people'." "Future" explained:
"A race that can barely maintain a human form, with all aspects of behavior and habits consistent with humans, between humans and unconscious 'monsters'. We have all experienced the highest pain that is difficult to describe in words when we were born. It is the experience
After suffering mental and physical torture, we cherish the chance of survival more and long for the day of true peace. The disaster has lasted for more than five hundred years. Both humans and the lost have long since awakened from their original selfish and greedy natures.
Try to find a true path to salvation.
"I think, perhaps, disaster is the meaning of the existence of human beings and the lost. Because of the persistence beyond wisdom and inspiration, the weak race can defeat the powerful dragon race and continues to this day."
"Oh, really?" Mr. "Long" said in a subtle tone:
"Then do you know who the Dragon Clan was when it was born? A pure young man."
"I would like to hear the details." "Future" said.
"Our ancestor is not the 'Head of the Dragon Clan', the god ranked third by humans, but the clone of the Creator who comes from the depths of the universe and has been sleeping. He was born on the last day when the Creator created the universe, stars and earth.
It was given an incomprehensible but meaningful title - 'Seaport'." Mr. "Dragon" explained:
"This title may contain some secrets of the Creator, but so far, no one has dared to understand it. Although He is sleeping, he is still a god that cannot be observed. However, it seems that He has sent a new blessing,
'Future', Lorca, a pure human boy, the bell of the end of the 'Silent Flame Era' has sounded, and the countdown to my freedom has begun.
"Look, the time on the ground has reached the end of the day and night. The golden light has seeped into this place, and the resentment and resentment accumulated for thousands of years are disintegrating."
Following the direction guided by Mr. Dragon, Luo Ka and Future looked and saw a bright golden light pouring into the originally dark field from the gap at the top of the hall.
Looking up, it seems to be an extremely far away place, that is the surface of the earth and the sky.