"There are no relevant documents to tell us about the measures and steps to destroy the orderly monster, or to obtain the tomorrow's emblem? If there is a method, it will save a lot of trouble." Wright said with a sigh.

I don’t know if it’s because of long-term reading that causes the brain to consume too much sugar, or because of the lack of oxygen here.

Wright felt his brain as if it was covered with a thick layer of mist, which seemed hazy, and he could feel his heart beating "bang", chaotic and messy, as if he was about to break through the constraints of his chest.

Therefore, he had to "carry" the paper back to Soukod, moving his slightly stiff body for a while, but always paying attention to not contacting any objects around him.

"Sorry, hehe, regret. The memories of the people I devoured showed that they were originally trying to convey what they saw in the room after the corridor, but it seemed that the core existence of the monster in the order position was too terrible. It was a kind of fear that could only be understood but not expressed. No horror that you could imagine could be used to describe it. So, I don't know how to destroy it or how to destroy it." Soukod said, coughing violently.

To Wright, the sound seemed to tear the lungs and cough out of his body.

"Is it okay?" Wright stepped forward and asked with concern.

After all, the orc in front of him was the only object he could communicate "normally" when he entered here, and he provided him with a relatively complete information about "Subject Monster's Water on the Alien Surface". He did not want to fight the Subject Monster alone in this fantasy and bizarre bottom plane of the lake.

"I'm fine... it's okay." Soukod subconsciously took two or three steps back, and distanced himself from Lyte:

"I said that the longer you exist here, the more objects you come into contact with, the easier it is to collapse. I... have been here for more than a thousand years. Isn't it like being in contact with me like a source of pollution? So, don't worry about me."

Soukod said, putting the clean files back into the broken file package, and squatted down again, putting them back into the dark layer, and turning the bookshelf back into its original state.

But as the sight changes, Wright observes that the orc Soukod has a tail.

He looked curiously at the part of the orc who seemed to have long been degenerated to humans.

He found that the tail did not seem to be a cat-like thick rope, nor was it like a canine-like hair, swinging upwards, or drooping downwards.

It is white, with the same color as the bones, one by one, similar to bamboo, or the tail of a scorpion.

And the surface was covered with some scattered scarlet liquid, and some cracks that had passed through the battle marks.

It drooped on the ground, as if it was not connected to Soukod's nerves. It simply moved across the ground with his body, leaving a faint black smoke.

"Brother Wright... brother, do you know? Two days ago I felt a sense of exhaustion, as if this world created by the sequel monsters cannot last for too long." Soukod paced back to the oak table and spoke worriedly.

"You mean, the power of the sequential monster is exhausted?" Wright asked tentatively.

Soukod did not answer directly, but reached out to pull the black leather seat apart, sat steadily one-third of the chair, put his hands quietly on his thighs, and his eyes lost focus and replied:

"Maybe the power of the herald is declining, but my teacher, Cole Astu, descendant of the five great warriors of mankind, told me that an item that continuously releases the power of magic suddenly disappears. In addition to the power to restrain it, it is also possible that it is its master, or a person who is truly recognized by it. Naturally, you cannot be its master. After all, once you have nothing to do with the Cruzed Royal Family, cough cough..." Soukod felt his throat itchy and his bronchials were not smooth. After coughing violently a few times again, he breathed and continued:

"Two...two, it's the Imperial Army, and it shouldn't take the initiative to contact extraordinary people. But you not only have the aura of rare magic power, but also claim to be the [Order], right? The fact that you can get here smoothly means that the emblem has begun to recognize you, and it is gradually cutting off the energy given to the 'Extraordinary Water'. I believe that now this city should become deserted again and become a broken existence shrouded in yellow sand. It is estimated that the anomaly at the bottom of the lake where we are located will disappear, and the lake water here will also disappear."

Soukod said, supporting himself, shaking his body and getting up from the chair, taking out a folded and wrinkled document from his shirt pocket, and threw it straight to Wright.

"Don't open it first, put it away first, Brother Light." Soukod stopped Wright's curiosity.

"What is this?" Wright asked, clamping the documents.

"A message was given to me by a little brother who came down a few years ago. He should have some magic power, and it is of water source. After supporting it for several hours inside the energy field, he was wrapped in a diving suit and turned into a monster. He said that the content here is the names, characteristics, occupations, and magic power types of the 12 main cardinals of the three major churches.

Among the three major churches, the three Popes, the Pope of the Dark Night, the Pope of Giant and the Pope of Hope. But the existence of the most lost people in the empire and the vast majority of unintentional people is the cardinal. Sometimes their power can approach the gods and perfectly suppress the power of the pope.

So that's why I'll introduce you to the cardinal in the beginning. You're human, you're destined to fight the lost, right?" Soukod replied with a painful expression.

"That's right, I am about to go to the quiet highlands, where the Empire will launch a huge battle with the three major churches. And as a human being and an imperial soldier, I must destroy all enemies and let the world return to peace, tranquility and the right track. I hope that mankind can survive the fourth era of pain, enter the fifth era, and belong to the future of the vast sea of ​​stars." Wright looked up at the ceiling and said affectionately.

"That's good, that's good." Soukod nodded, revealing a vicissitudes of expression.

Immediately afterwards, he sat back on the black leather seat, opened a drawer under the table cabinet, took out a crystal glass containing wine, and took out a bottle of drinks that had no labels, which were dark ruby-like.

Then, he pressed his paw into the plug, turned his fingers a few times, and pulled it out with a "pop", and the room suddenly filled with the fragrance of wine.

"Brother Light." Soukod's eyes suddenly became sharp and he shouted.

"how?"

"You are the first human to be aware of me, not becoming a 'diving enthusiast'. And after you arrive, I can feel that this plane and the city are gradually changing back to its true form. You should have been chosen by the Goddess of Destiny and given a certain mission, right?" Soukod guessed.

"It's true, but I'm also confused." Wright nodded.

"Actually, I just said that the more you contact, the easier it is to collapse, right? I think I have reached the limit. I should not be able to go out alive. Even if I go out, I cannot adapt to the current wasteland world. The second era was glorious, and that was the era when the chivalrous spirit was most abundant. At that time, the muskets were inferior to magic."

Soukod said, pouring the wine from the bottle into the crystal cup and shaking it slightly with the bottom.

Wright observed that the wine in the glass was clear and transparent, without precipitation, nor turbid, and should be a good product used by the nobles.

"I was a fighter of the Beast before. I originally wanted to go to the capital of the Central Empire to participate in the battle and obtain the sealed holy weapon that the human warrior once used. Moreover, half of my bloodline actually comes from the legendary dragon clan, a rebellious and powerful race that can control the world's power. Moreover, I seem to remember an oracle now." Soukod said, drinking the wine in one go.

"What oracle? About the [Order]?" Wright said a little excitedly.

"They are rare beings, they are great beings, they can benefit a race, they can create a new world!" Soukod shouted, as if chanting the lyric poems of ancient poets:

“So, I wanted to speed up my physical and mental breakdown and meet my own destiny. So I sat down and drank the drinks I had in this restaurant.

I want to thank you for accompanying me through the last period of time. My body was actually approaching the brink of collapse a few years ago. Perhaps it was a kind of unyielding will called waiting and perhaps a sense of mission. In short, Brother Wright, I can smell the honesty, bravery and indomitable qualities in your spirit, and a cheap but rare emotion called 'sympathy'. So, I want to ask you to promise me two things."

"Is there any regrets...?" Wright asked, forcibly suppressing the tears in his eyes.

"Yes, first, I want to die as a real fighter. I will quickly lose consciousness and become a monster later. I hope you can defeat me and let me complete the final duel. Second, please accept the power of the dragon clan in my body after the battle. I believe that you belong to the country that admires the dragon clan." Soukod said with a ferocious face.

"Believe in the Kingdom of Dragons?" Wright murmured.

"Firefire... Empire!"

Soukod forced himself to endure the tearing feeling inside his body and the endless stinging feeling.

He struggled to get up, crossed his hands in front of his chest, pressed his chest, and bowed.

Then, he actually struggled to gush out of his mouth a light blue blood!

Wright could clearly see Soukod's mouth twitching, his throat seemed to have been eroded by the unclean power of the sequel monsters that were permeating the airship, and he could no longer say a word.

Immediately afterwards, he took two steps back cautiously, put the message into his top pocket, and nodded to Soukod solemnly, and then surging the red magic power full of his body, consciously gathering it on his arms and back.

"Red Kitchen Eagle Shield."

"The Touch of Darkness," Wrightmo said.

A bright red shield, which was twice as big as when he was at the door, flashing with a pattern of a double-headed eagle holding an iris, made him feel instantly excited and a urge to fight in his heart.

At the same time, two tentacles intertwined with scarlet and darkness, similar to petal-like shapes, surged out from his back.

They twisted freely on Wright's back, and under the "led" of the hard and sharp pure black substance at the head, they were like a dancer infected by old music, twisting and squirming his body and dancing out of a "graceful" dance.

"Can you fight?" asked Wright, staring at Soulkod's body with his red breath and his eyes that looked like a blood clan.

Soukod did not respond to Wright, but instead leaned his head back with his hands and legs bent backwards as if he was being beaten. His abdomen protruded forward, and a lizard-shaped head appeared a few seconds later.

That's the head of the dragon.

Then, his body quickly shriveled like a deflated balloon.

At the same time, the body belonging to the dragon quickly extended from the position just now.

Just half a minute later, Soukod had completely transformed from an orc to a Western dragon more than five meters high!

"Is this half of the dragon bloodline in his body? The collapse of spirit and body awakened his sleeping bloodline, right? But, this does not seem to be a... normal dragon." Wright stared at the "dragon" in confusion and analyzed.

His body was intertwined with dark green and white. Except for the head with a layer of skin, the rest of his body was covered with a layer of fish-like scales on his bones.

His eyes were filled with a dark blue light, and his head and tail were blazing blue, as if it could burn all the flames.

By the way, his tail has not changed much, but it is twice as large as the joint tail just now, and it looks extremely powerful.

Since the extremely effective "Crazy Bear" pistol against unintentional people and losers is not around, and facing the existence of "dragon", or zombie dragons, Wright does not have much muscle and experience memory.

He simply had to take a few steps back and raise his shield with both hands to make a defensive posture.

"Dragon" seemed to see his hesitation. After making a shrill roar like a saw pulling a wood, he tightened the muscles in his body and gathered the magic power in his body near his mouth, forming a bright ball of light.

"Is it breath? It seems that when Molos was talking, the skill that the dragon clan is proud of is breath."

Wright thought, tightened the muscles in his calf, squatted down slightly, and prepared.
Chapter completed!