"Who is it? Who is there?" Loka quickly extinguished the flame of the "oil lamp" in his hand, subconsciously took out the gun from his waist, and pointed it at the chaotic thing at the source of the sound.

However, staring at the "future" in the rich and dark field of the headspace was just a smile, and in an instant he could infer one or two things.

He did not make any defensive gestures, nor did he easily use the magic power. Instead, he leaned on the scorching slab that looked fierce and hot, endured the burning feeling, and asked with his head raised:

"Your Excellency, can you spread the dark mist that lingers you and show it before us in its original posture?"

Loka's voice was not loud, but melodious and ethereal echoes kept coming from this rich, psychedelic and chaotic space.

Silence, silence.

It seems that the thick sound just now is the murmur in a fantasy nightmare, and the illusion arising from being eroded by "sorrow".

He coughed twice, cleared his throat, and "Future" slightly recalled the "prophetic content" prompted on the paper just now, thought for a moment, and continued to ask:

"You... are the dragon clan? Or at least... are their descendants? I heard that a few months ago, the leader of our human federation revived a kind of person of your kind. It's a pity that he did not successfully activate the bloodline in his body and present it to the world in a real, great and supreme posture.

"I... actually have no hatred for the Dragon Clan. On the contrary, I am very curious about your true appearance. My name is Constantin Ryan. The "Order Society" organization calls me the "future" and the "future" that "carry the past and create the future."

As the "Future" said, pressing the gun in Loka's hand with one hand, and continuing to introduce himself:

"He is a child of the Lost, and he was raised by an organization called the "Crash Group". To be honest, we have no malice to the Federation, to mankind, and even to your dragon clan. We just want to live in this world fairly and happily, to come to the "remnants of suffering" just to find the lost things."

"'Future'... Loka..." The thick voice finally appeared again, dragging a long tone:

"Your name gives you the expectation of moving forward to kindness, which is great. Unfortunately, after the failure of the war, I was imprisoned in the dark, dark, and desperate realm for too long, and I have forgotten my name. You know, no matter any species, if you have wisdom, you will have memories, but any memory will only retain the most important part. The name is nothing more than a code name called by people. If you want, you can call me the 'dragon'."

"Mr. Long." "Future" smiled:

"I know you have the ability to light up here, but the endless loneliness and despair make you accustomed to being surrounded by darkness. However, lighting up here will not let you touch those annoying lights. This world has long been dark."

As soon as the words "future" finished, a sigh from far to near passed through the space.

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding darkness was gradually replaced by the glimmer of star dots, and another stone slab sprouted directly opposite the two people's sight with a violent vibration.

Countless sparks were pulled by some force, collectively moving upward, and merged into two planet-like existences, one red and one light blue. The soft light barely illuminated everything around.

This is an empty hall, which extends several times more than the space in which the coffin existed just now.

The walls at the end are full of blurry pictures, which appear chaotic because of the distance.

The ground is made of bricks and stones. Obviously, after years of erosion, it has been broken, but it seems that people often clean it up and not too much dust has fallen.

Looking a little further, the ground was full of carved totems related to the history of the dragon clan, and only a path for two people to pass pointed to the circular totem symbolizing flames at the center.

Dong, Dong, Dong...

A dull sound came from behind the stone slab. As expected by "The Future", the person I saw was not the truly supreme dragon clan, but the "half-dragon man" with a pair of bat-like wings behind it.

However, the face of this "Dragon" was covered by a dark red mask carved with mechanical geometric patterns and the words "Creator" written in the "Central Language".

Above his body is a fiery red armor, which is quite the style of humans' highest craftsmanship in the first and second epochs.

"If it is said." The distance between the two was ten meters. After stopping, Mr. Long said first:

"Your purpose is to retrieve the lost things. I should not stop it, but I am trapped by the agreement and prophecy with "Yan Jun". I need to stop the "unclean person" who dares to go deeper before the end of the "Silent Flame Age".

"How to judge, the so-called 'unclean person'?" asked the "future".

"'Yanjun', also known as Khitan Risdley, our dragon clan, once signed a contract with me, stipulating that the soul owner of "not polluted by the world" and "maintaining the original nature" is a pure person. If you want to judge whether it is "unclean", you only need to spy on your mind. The 'sleeping Creator' once predicted that the era of destruction of our dragon clan is the "age of wisdom rise", that is, the "age of flame", and the era of reconciliation of all living beings is called the "era of restart", which is the period when we truly awaken." "Mr. Dragon" explained:

"At that time, Khitan Risdley deciphered the 'original prophecy' with extremely high wisdom and inspiration, and agreed with me that only when the 'pure people' arrive here will the 'Silent Flame Age' end and the 'Transition Age' will begin. This place does not belong to the 'Dragon Realm', nor does it belong to reality, but to the alien plane between existence and illusion. Without enough power, it is difficult to find this place in the complex and complex 'Deep Relics of Suffering'.

"Once upon a time, a few greedy thieves and desperate assassins entered this place. Unfortunately, their souls and hearts have long been defiled by unfilled desires. They are pitch black and cannot see any warm red things. Therefore, I had to forcefully take out the beating "unclean heart" and make their souls go further away from the "creator."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "This kind of punishment... is cruel enough, but then again, how can you peek at the soul?" asked "The Future".

"That's very simple." Mr. Long stretched out his right hand, his palm facing upwards, revealing five sharp claws.

Immediately afterwards, a spell mixed with the ancient Fire Empire and the German language of Cruz came from his mouth, and Loka and "Future" felt a tingling sensation in their chests, and they felt like their body parts were forcibly stripped.

Soon, a light green energy surged out from the chests of the two people. Mr. Long grabbed it gently and rubbed it for several times, and turned into two balls of spheres that were close to the entity, emitting faint light.

"These two hearts." Mr. "Dragon" showed a sense of surprise in his tone:

"It turned out to be a pure thing. During the 'Falling Era', I had spyed on the heart of Khitan Risdley. Although it was not dark, it was already stained with sticky blood. As one of the leaders of human beings, if you don't advocate violence, you can't have power, but if you uphold violence, you can easily fall into the abyss of darkness. The human beings who besieged us during the 'End Battle of Karov' were blood-infested out deadly people. Our "Head of Dragons" was forced to sleep early, and aroused the power covered in lava, but failed to turn any situation around.

"The blood condenses into strength, but it cannot bring any purity. But you, you are obviously full of fishy smells, but they do not seem to invade your hearts. You are not crazy, nor depraved, which is very rare."

"We are not the eighteen races controlled by the dragon race in the first era, nor are we the brave humans who used blood to condense their combat power. In the third era, that is, at the end of the Steam Era, human desires and wars released 'some mysterious and extraordinary power', forcing us to become 'lost'." "The Future" explained:

"A race that can barely maintain the human form, and all aspects of behavioral habits are consistent with humans, between humans and the unconscious 'monsters'. Our birth has experienced supreme pain that is difficult to describe in words. It is because of the torture of spirit and body that we cherish the opportunity to survive and long for a day of real peace. The disaster has lasted for more than five hundred years. Both humans and the lost have long awakened from their original selfishness and greed nature and tried to pursue a true way of salvation.

"I think, perhaps, disaster is the meaning of the existence of human beings and the lost. Weak races can defeat the powerful dragon clan and continue to this day because they transcend wisdom and inspiration."

"Oh, is that?" Mr. Long said in a subtle tone:

"Then do you know who the dragon clan was at the beginning of its birth? A pure boy."

"I hope to hear the details." "The Future" said.

"Our ancestor was not the 'head of the dragon clan', the god listed as 3 by humans, but the clone of the Creator who has been sleeping in the depths of the universe. He was born on the last day of the Creator's creation of the universe and the earth, and was given an incomprehensible but meaningful title - 'Harbour'." Mr. "Dragon" explained:

"This title may contain some secrets of the Creator, but so far no one dared to comprehend the slightest. Although He was sleeping, he was still an invisible god. However, it seemed that He had brought down a new blessing, "The Future", Loka, the pure man, the bell of the end of the "Silent Flame Age", has already ringed, and the countdown to my freedom has already begun.

"Look, the time on the ground has reached the point where it is neither day nor night, and the golden light has penetrated here, and the resentment and resentment that has accumulated for thousands of years are disintegrating."

Following the direction guided by Mr. Dragon, Loka and "Future" looked at him and saw a bright golden glow pouring into the originally dim realm from the gap at the top of the hall.
Chapter completed!