In a cemetery, Saron put the dragon's heart bit by bit into a box made of orichalcum.
The evil dragon suddenly understood what Saron was going to do.
Evil dragons are not those monstrous creatures without intelligence. They instinctively cannot control their longing for wisdom and the human body.
He knew a lot of things, and of course he knew the weird consequences that eating people would bring. Those people he swallowed before were later spit out and used as ritual materials.
And Saronen is planning to let the evil dragon be the core of this cemetery, letting it decompose all the corpses buried here, and eventually completely pollute it bit by bit.
Once the weirdness is completely contaminated and releases the power of distortion, not only will everything about itself be distorted, but it will eventually be decomposed by a powerful force.
It took countless years for this world to finally stabilize.
Even if there is something wrong with the weirdness, although that small amount of distortion power is not worth mentioning in this world, if it gradually accumulates, it may cause irreparable consequences.
It seems that there is a force and order somewhere that prevents this situation from getting worse.
"Boom!"
The Evil Dragon's Heart knocked open the lid of the box in an instant and wanted to run outside. At the same time, a ball of thunder and lightning gathered again.
But Saronen was no longer what he used to be. He was in his prime and the evil dragon only had one heart left. He stretched out his hand and directly pressed the beating metal heart and stuffed it back again.
The evil dragon struggled several times and realized that he could not escape.
Finally gave up.
"You want to pollute me and turn me into another kind of weirdo?"
The evil dragon told Saronn that even at this point he still thought he would not die.
He was proud of his weird identity and always looked down on mortals like Saron, even though Saron already had the same power as him.
"Even so, my true name will always be engraved on the pillar."
"As long as the pillar exists, my name will not disappear."
"When I take back all my power and remember my true name, I will still reappear in this world."
Salonn said to him: "Who do you think you are?"
"You're just a monster that is despised by everyone. Even the person who created you has abandoned you."
"Who in this world will remember your name, and no one will care whether you exist or not."
"When you yourself begin to forget your name, you will completely disappear from this world."
For a moment, the evil dragon was speechless.
Later.
There was no sound at all.
Saronn buried the orichalcum box in the cemetery and watched over it personally.
He asked it to decompose a large number of dragon-man corpses. At first, the evil dragon could still talk to Saron, but later it was just gibbering wildly.
By the end, he was completely crazy and could only scream weirdly.
On this day, the beating heart in the orichalcum box expanded like a bubble in an instant, growing all kinds of deformed scales, limbs, claws, eyes and sarcomas.
If he had devoured a person of wisdom and power, he would have released an even more terrifying light of distortion at this moment. However, in this world of this era, all people no longer have the blood of explicit wisdom and power.
But at this last moment, the evil dragon seemed to wake up.
He shouted into the distance.
"My name... is... called..."
Without even calling out his name, his consciousness was completely submerged.
At the last moment, he suddenly wanted to say his name. He originally wanted to tell only those who were his real companions, but at this time, he no longer cared.
As long as there is one person who still remembers his name, whether it is his enemies or the mortals he despises.
It will be all right.
But at this moment, no one wants to hear it, and no one cares.
Saron stood outside the cemetery and looked at this terrible scene.
He felt a powerful distortion force emanating from the dragon's body and spreading around.
But as soon as the distorted power appeared, it was immediately suppressed by another force. There was a faint invisible light falling from the sky, taking away the distorted power.
In an instant, the dragon's deformation was over.
His foam-like expanded body collapsed like a hill, and finally turned into a mass of black hard metal, exuding extraordinary fluctuations.
Saronn once again confirmed what Helfas said. Weird immortality is relative. Their bodies and blood may be immortal, but they themselves can be killed in a certain sense and degree.
This time, he really killed the evil dragon.
The metal that this dragon is fused with is black iron refined by Helfas by extracting minerals from the Full Moon Forest. Black iron, which was originally just an ordinary metal, has been transformed into an extraordinary metal by the dragon's power and blood transformation.
, just like the bronze orichalcum created by Saron.
At this time, it seems inappropriate to call it black iron.
Saren gave this extraordinary metal an advanced name: "Black Steel."
Next.
Saron used a ritual to seal this newly born weirdness.
He imagined the other person's image based on the characteristics he knew, and gave him new abilities and postures.
In the light of the ceremony, the black metal weirdness turned into a book bit by bit.
Saronn gave it a name, and engraved its true name on the pillar in a binding ceremony.
"The Sealed Book of Black King Helfas!"
This is a bulky book made of metal, with a ferocious dragon head embossed on the cover that exudes a black metallic luster.
[Sealed Artifact·Sealed Book of Black King Helfas]
[Ability 1: This book possesses the original power of the black iron dragon and is also the source of black steel metal. The first-order sub-dragon that fuses the black iron metal to transform its body will obtain the inheritance of the black iron dragon if it further fuses the black steel. 】
[Ability 2: The person who created this book engraved the sealing ritual of Helfas into this book, and transformed it and the inheritance of the black iron dragon. The black iron dragon can control the growth of the body and possess the secret sealing ritual.
When someone uses the scales of the magic circle as a ritual carrier to seal Weirdness, Weirdness’s true name will be engraved on the book, giving it an extra page.]
[Ability 3: When it accumulates enough power and reaches the limit of pages, it will generate a new sealed book. Only those who know the true name of this book can open it. 】
It can be said that this is an unimaginably powerful sealed object, and more importantly, it has a certain source of power.
Moreover, Saronen was combined with its characteristics through the power of the sealing ceremony.
The evil dragon completely disappeared.
All that remains are metal books with strange seals.
It also starts from this day.
As a new type of dragon professional, the Black Iron Dragon has entered the stage of history. They are the spreaders of sealed power.
At the same time, it also ensures that the power of the seal will not disappear in this world.
——
Sixty years after Helfas left.
After Saronn created the first dragon professional, several bronze dragons appeared one after another, and now there are two black iron dragons.
Except for two of the dragons that were found elsewhere in the Full Moon Land, the rest were found outside the Full Moon Land.
Some of the most powerful witchers, after being tested, choose to embark on a journey to search for traces of dragons beyond the Full Moon.
It took year after year to finally use the ritual to capture the strange power of the dragon.
Became a new life professional.
However, these sub-dragons are not as good as the third-level evil dragon. They are not even comparable to the second-level sub-dragon that Saronen took power from. They are all only at the first level.
Their shapes are also all kinds of strange, some have strange heads, some have a carapace, and only a few are born with wings, but the first-order dragons with wings are much smaller.
But even so, the terrifying existence of dragons was vividly displayed by them.
Unknown how many demon hunters holding sealed objects and wearing orichalcum amulets around their necks died on this road, and only a handful of them were able to return successfully.
period.
Some people have also tried to seal other weird things into their bodies, but it is obvious that the carrier conditions required by other weird things are completely different from dragons. Some of these people did not succeed at all and died on the spot during the ceremony.
But this is still a good ending, it’s nothing.
Until one day, a worse situation occurred, and a new strange thing with intelligence was born. That strange thing caused huge disasters in the land of the full moon, and then disappeared without a trace.
The same is true when the witcher seals the dragon. Some people fail to withstand the impact on their consciousness, which ultimately leads to the dragon gaining the upper hand and taking away the witcher's wisdom.
This seems to be a very scary situation. While people are constantly seizing the power of monsters, they are also constantly creating monsters with intelligence.
The number of dragon professionals is increasing, and the number of intelligent weirdos on this land is also increasing one by one.
But if they want to fight against the weirdness or even completely suppress the weirdness, they have to do this.
Even Saronn himself doesn't know how to completely solve this problem.
Beyond the Full Moon Forest.
A brand new city is being built in a place that originally belonged to the Jin tribe.
"How can you still be energetic at such an old age?"
"Why do guys like you and the farmer live so long? Is it because staying in one place all day long makes you live longer?"
Salonn looked at the record officer who had resigned. He had obviously begun to retire. When he heard that he was going to build the city, he ran over and wanted to participate in it.
This old man was eighty or ninety years old. Most people of his generation had died long ago, but he lived an exceptionally long life.
And recently, he seems to be a child again, running around all day, giving advice on how to build and plan the city.
As the main promoter of the establishment of Black Iron City step by step, it seems that there are not many people who have more say than him.
The old man opened his mouth and smiled, but there were no teeth inside.
"Why don't you feel energetic? It's because I'm happy, old man."
"We are about to have a second city, and there will even be a third and fourth city in the future."
"I've been looking forward to this."
"I won't die until this day comes."
Saron laughed and couldn't help but said.
"The third and fourth building?"
"Then you have to dismantle me completely and put me in the stove until everything melts."
"But even so, it may not be possible to build a third city."
Although it seems to be just building a city, it is not difficult to gather the strength of the Full Moon Land to accomplish such a thing. It is not even a problem to build ten or eight cities.
But the difficulty is not building a city, but how to prevent all kinds of strange monsters from invading the city if faced with the next weird impact.
In addition to some powerful monsters that are very intuitive and bring disasters, some monsters that look very weak are equally terrifying. They will appear quietly in crowded places, causing plagues or causing various problems in people, invisibly causing widespread damage.
disaster, and no one can find the source at all.
However, this newly established city can prevent this problem to a certain extent.
Because the most fundamental force in building this city is to make a large amount of orichalcum into various forms and place it in various places to form a barrier and suppress weird areas.
Saronen tried his best to squeeze out the orrichalcum that had been stored for decades and was reluctant to use it, so he finally allowed the city to start construction.
But of course there is no way to compare this place with Black Iron City. It can only be said that the extraordinary metal of orichalcum exudes the breath of life species to cover up the breath of a large number of people gathered, and at the same time can suppress most of the low-level weirdos who dare to attack here.
Drive away some of the weirdness that comes close to here.
But when we really encounter some very powerful monsters, it is unrealistic to deal with them with this city alone.
But the Full Moon Land now is different from what it was dozens or hundreds of years ago.
They have mastered many sealed objects, have existences like demon hunters, and have extraordinary professions like dragons.
Even if there is a problem, at least it is no longer hopeless.
They can fight against the strange beings they are attracted to, and even drive them away and defeat them.
No matter how you say it, Saronen has taken a brand new step, truly bringing the city's era to its fullest.
The old man asked Salon: "Wang, have you thought about the name of this city?"
Saleen: "I've thought about it, call it Bronze City!"
The old man thought the name was good. Bronze was the symbol of Saron. In a sense, this place would be a trace of his legacy in history and civilization.
"Black Iron City, Bronze City."
"This name is very good, let's call it this."
A man was walking by carrying something in the distance. The old man seemed to have discovered something was wrong, so he ran over and yelled and scolded him, insisting that he correct it.
After he came back, he said to Salon with satisfaction.
"After doing this, I can close my eyes completely."
Salonen told the old record officer: "Actually, I have also felt some changes in my body recently."
Old man: "What change?"
Salon: "I found that some things are different from what we imagined. The weird immortality does not seem to be as powerful as we imagined. I once thought that their immortality was only their bodies, but in the end I found that their bodies were actually dying too."
"It's just that they continue to die and then reborn, and the time span is very long, so we can't feel it."
The old man didn’t understand: “What on earth are you talking about?”
Salon looked at the old man and said: "My body is sending a signal, reminding me that I can die and then live again."
"But I'm thinking, if that person comes back to life after death, will it still be me?"
But fortunately.
This kind of reminder that he can die is just a reminder and not mandatory.
Saronn felt that he could extend his immortality and live longer.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not like I'm forcing you to die, then you must choose to live longer!"
Saron shook his head: "It doesn't seem that simple."
Because after this premonition appeared in the body, something even stranger happened.
Of course, he should not accept this kind of death, but his body seemed to be strongly craving this kind of death, and his body was telling him that this reincarnation of death would bring him huge benefits.
Salon didn't know.
Every time they approach the threshold of a hundred years, the life species can choose to step into reincarnation and return to the original state, and each reincarnation will increase their divine blood. They are growing their own heritage in this reincarnation.
, allowing them to finally break through a certain threshold.
Let it only reach the second level, and then reach the limit of the third level, and then go up a level again.
But although he didn't know the specific reason, he felt part of the message.
"I instinctively feel that this is beneficial. Every death and rebirth should make me stronger."
"It's possible that it will make me stronger, and I may even become the same as the most powerful monster we have ever seen after a few rebirths."
The old man asked him: "Aren't you strong enough?"
"Use death to obtain a more powerful but uncertain result."
"This is a bit risky, and is it necessary?"
Saronn said: "Compared with the most terrifying weirdness, what is my little power?"
"Our background is too shallow. Currently, the entire Full Moon Land is changing rapidly. It looks like a burning fire, but in fact it is like a candle flame in the night wind, which is extinguished with just a slight blow."
"If we stop, we will eventually be destroyed."
Saron sat on the newly paved steps and looked into the distance.
"No matter what, I can't let what Helfas created disappear from this world."
The old man can understand Salon's sense of crisis, but apart from helping him build the city, he can't do much to help him in this regard.
He could only walk forward, into the dusty and extremely busy construction site.
Next.
The old record officer patrols the city's construction sites every day, inspects and discovers various problems, and guides craftsmen and new officials to complete various tasks.
He braced himself and stared at the city's buildings from morning to night, fearing that any problems would arise.
But although he looks very energetic, he is still old after all.
One morning he lay on the table, closed his eyes and never opened them again.
Salon got the news and hurried to the house where the recorder lived.
He stood at the table and looked at the smile on the other person's face at the last moment. His originally sad and anxious expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but joke.
"You old guy."
"What sweet dream are you dreaming about?"
only.
He was joking, but in his heart he was extremely sad.
At the same time, I also feel that the responsibility on my back is heavier.
——
On this day, Saronen led a group of people to the farmer tribe.
There are already several breadfruit farmlands here. The farmlands are connected together, and the scene of a large number of figures working in them is very spectacular.
Not only here, the breadfruit farmland has been gradually divided and spawned over the past few decades, and now it has gradually begun to spread throughout the Full Moon Land.
Of course it cannot be called everywhere, but some large tribes will definitely have one or two pieces of oil bread farmland.
This is not only because the bread tree can produce stable food, but also because the farmland where the bread tree is planted can block the breath of people to a certain extent and prevent ordinary beasts from attacking the village.
Although it has little effect against monsters, having a piece of breadfruit farmland can indeed greatly enhance a tribe's ability to survive.
However, as the breadfruit farmland increases, the speed of division and derivation will also increase exponentially, and one day it will truly spread all over the land of the full moon.
Even in all areas where dragon people live.
And Salonen came here today to witness the farmer's inheritance.
Although the farmer has long since resigned as the leader of the tribe, the sealed farmer's hat he owns, which was sealed and named by Helfas himself, has never been given to anyone else.
The farmer's health has been very poor recently, and he seems to have had a premonition of something.
Finally decided to hand over his sealed artifact to the younger generation.
At the sacred altar of the farmer tribe, you can see a statue of Helfas erected here. Everyone gathered in front of the altar and talked about it.
"That was the first farmer's hat sealed by the Black King himself. Why was it given to such a young person?"
"This is the treasure of our tribe."
"The farmer said that young people are inheritance and hope, so he chose a child."
As a witness, Salonen stood beside the farmer. It could be seen that the farmer's health was indeed very poor and he was even a little unsteady when standing.
He took the hat off his head and when he wanted to put it on the young man's head, he leaned forward and almost fell to the ground.
Sarunen reacted quickly and supported him calmly.
Only then did he put the hat on the other person's head little by little.
He then straightened the hat little by little. The whole process seemed very cautious and a bit reluctant.
In a daze, he remembered what he had said to Helfas.
"If, like you said, we can maintain this inheritance from generation to generation, what will it look like in the end? Will it break the rules and become different from before?"
The farmer raised his head and looked at the others. This exceptionally long-lived old man said to everyone present.
"From today on, farmer is no longer my name alone."
"You are all farmers, everyone is."
"The farmer will not disappear, just like Helfas's will, his writing, and his city."
"He will never die because he lives in us."
"I will not die either, my life will continue in your body."
He glanced at the young people and children present.
"Every child, every person is a symbol of our immortality."
"This is the power of our intelligent race, the power that transcends those weird things."
"We will pass on what we have from generation to generation."
Everyone saluted the farmer and understood why the farmer would choose a young adult to inherit his sealed artifact.
The farmer calmly accepted everyone's salutes and looked at the entire tribe, which had a population approaching a thousand people.
This is one of the most prosperous tribes in the land of the full moon.
In the past, he was only one person, and a tribe of dozens of farmers had unknowingly turned into what it is now.
During these years.
He has witnessed the changes in the entire Full Moon Land, witnessed the birth of farmlands, caravans, and cities, and watched the people of the Full Moon Land merge into one.
He witnessed the confrontation between man and monster, the rise of civilization, and saw infinite hope in it.
He looked at this unchanging world, which was completely shattered by the person who appeared out of nowhere.
The farmer smiled.
However, Helfas's answer to him rang in his ears.
"Of course, it will get better and better, more prosperous, and things will appear that have never appeared before."
Everything in the past has really come true one by one.
After the inheritance of the sealed artifact ends.
The farmer must take a walk in the farmland with Salon, the heir of Helfas who is also his good friend.
But he couldn't walk after a few steps, so Salonn directly carried him on his back and walked forward in the direction he pointed.
He was in his forties when he first met Herfas. For people of this era, he was no longer young, and was even said to be getting old.
But he never expected that he would eventually live for more than one hundred and ten years, which was like a miracle to the people in the Land of the Full Moon. It seemed that no one could live longer than him.
The oil-bread farmer's hat that he always wore on his head and this farmland seemed to give him new life and strong vitality.
But when the hat was completely removed and disconnected, he was finally swept away by the weakness in his body. Even though he had mastered the magical sealed artifact, he was still just an ordinary person after all.
"Forward, left, yes, this is it."
"It was here that we defeated the human-faced tree that wanted to come to life, and it was here that Helfas gave me his hat."
"We sat under the wall here and ate breadfruit together. He liked it very much and could eat several at a time. He said he had never eaten anything so delicious."
"He told me that after people die, bubble-like things will float to the sky. Everyone is dreaming and reminiscing, but I can't see anything."
The farmer kept reminiscing with his old friend. Some memories were blurred to him, while others he remembered particularly clearly.
Under the sun, the fruits of the breadfruit fields are golden.
Finally, the farmer came to the border of the oil bread farmland, which was the place where he and Helfas said goodbye.
The farmer lay on Saron's shoulder and looked hard into the distance.
That day, Helfas looked back from a distance.
I saw the farmer standing among the breadfruit fields, as if a scarecrow was guarding his farmland.
At that time, the farmer was also looking at him from a distance.
He looked at the man carrying a backpack walking on the road, as if he was full of hope and heading towards the future.
The two waved goodbye, looking forward to seeing each other again every time they said goodbye.
But in the end, after saying goodbye once, we embarked on two paths to say goodbye forever.
The farmer was satisfied with the current situation and regretful that he would never see Helfas again, and finally said to Salonn.
"merchant!"
"Everything is hard-won, so don't let it disappear."
Then, he lay on Saron's back and made no sound anymore.
Salenn stood in the field with the farmer on his back, motionless.
After becoming the new king, he finally felt the feeling of Helfas a little bit over the years.
From initial confusion to later determination.
When countless people lose their lives for the path you choose and devote their lives for you, you will know what it means to never retreat.
At this moment, the farmer's departure also made Saronen become more determined and persistent about the future.
He took a deep breath and then exhaled.
He knew clearly that this was the last farewell, but he still couldn't help but say it.
"Goodbye, farmer!"
The death of the recorder and the farmer seemed to announce the complete end of an era.
——
A bright sunny day.
In the golden farmland under the sun.
A colorful bubble slowly floated out of the farmer's body and rippled above the sea of clouds.
The law of creation was activated, leading him to the other end of the dream world and embarking on the road to the kingdom of creation.
In the dream of life.
He was still standing in his farmland, and the long-dead pet primitive bird fell from the sky and stood on his shoulders.
He stood there, guarding the numerous fruits like a scarecrow.
In a daze, he walked forward until he reached the boundary of the farmland.
It was also the place where he said goodbye to Herfas.
Sudden.
He saw a young figure carrying a backpack on the road in the distance, walking towards his oil bread farmland. The figure felt extremely familiar to him.
He was stunned for a moment, watching the young black-haired man walk up to him.
The other party raised his head and asked him: "How is it? Has the land of the full moon changed? Has anything new appeared?"
There was no regret on his face anymore, and he answered happily: "Of course, it's just like what you said at the beginning." ()