Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 412 Engrave the Words of His Majesty

After returning from the fog trail it began to dream.

Sleep, that is not necessary for it.For ages it sat above the cavern's blast, listening to the dragon's roar as its only pastime.It doesn't know what else to do if it shuts out even this little pleasure of sound.In the death-like slumber, there is neither free thinking nor the ability to go where it wants to go when awake.It can only stand still unconsciously in the dark, like a lifeless rock.It seldom wants to do that, but keeps its eyes wide open in the dark, using all the senses it can use.

But now it's dreaming.A dream full of colors, it rushed out of the abyss on a flying dragon, and fell into the waves of clouds and mist.There is no king or mission in the dream, it just flies as it pleases, passing by every peak covered with green branches.The dream was too sweet, and it soon woke up with anxiety, and found that the spear point had been resting on the rock for a long time.

It continued to sharpen its weapons, and went to see the flying dragon it raised.Stubburn, as stubborn and violent as ever, could only catch the bone-eating beetles at the bottom of the abyss to feed on.The other dragons were very quiet and obediently obeyed its commands. When it reached out to caress Lisrello's lapis lazuli-like chin scales, the little sister in the quadruplet blinked her huge pupils, slowly revealing Joyful look.That's surprising, because dragons rarely express emotion.The blood of most wyverns is as cold as spring water, and the heart is covered with a scale-like leather crust.They remain as long and still as dead animals, only becoming restless when eager to hunt.

Now it feels something more.These are all reflected in its dreams.At first the dream reflected very faithfully, only fragments of memories of its past travels, but then it became cunning, adding many things it had never done before: it dreamed that it was a child in a village, with many other children Playing games, the rules of which it does not know, just running around, shouting "Ha-ho! Ha-ho! Caught!", and then chasing one of the children in black; and Once at a wedding, it was asked to make the most beautiful wreath for the bride, so it climbed up an extremely huge flower tree and climbed for a whole night before breaking off the branch full of silk flowers.It was too troublesome, and it had heard the voices of the guests singing, and was afraid of missing the wedding, so it jumped off the branch in a hurry, and woke up before it fell to the bottom.

These dreams are things it has never done and never imagined.But now they come uninvited, among the wind that whispers or cries to it.It was confused for a long time, and finally found that the scenes in the dream came from the golden gate carvings left by Arendon in the upper palace.Arendon engraved on it the past days of the gods, and there are many chapters describing life in the world.Before it left the abyss, these carvings were its cognition of the world.But it wasn't dreaming then, because after all they were just beautiful, shiny metal plates.

Its dreams became more and more chaotic, gradually unable to distinguish the source.From deep long sleep to short rest, as soon as its thoughts escaped from the windy darkness, the colors of the dream rose like a tide.Under the sea, in the sky, under the soil and dead leaves, it dreams of every corner of the season.The worm chews the rotting grass and fallen leaves under the mud of the rainstorm, as if it hides deep in the ground, pondering every dream carefully in the dead country.In dreams it is all kinds of things, sometimes nothing.Viroo.The name the king gave it was always lost in dreams.

Before being summoned by the king, it had a particularly strange dream.In the dream, it was running on a gray and foggy path, beside a fire-breathing iron boat, with tens of thousands of iron hooks hanging from the bottom of the boat, and a gray-finned fish as huge as a sky whale was hung on the hook.It became a fish itself, but it was a bream, with side fins as wide as a bird's wing, and it flew among the mist clouds.It flew to the throne of the past, and saw that the king was constantly making things up.

This time it's not a shadow.It saw the golden king, like a golden statue in the firelight, in robes Hema made of dragon scales, sky whale skin, phoenix eagle feathers, jeweled branches and insect sinews.The upper part of the robe was crimson like blood, dyed by Hema with giant worms from the depths of the frozen ocean.Those giant worms were not created by the king, but hatched themselves from the ashes of the hellfire.They are huge, stupid and greedy, gnawing at the mud bed of the sea floor all day long.The king thought that they would eventually pierce the world and bring up the hellfire from under the ashes, so he ordered his three children to eradicate the giant worms in the sea.

Its three older brothers and sisters were ordered to go, and it took fifteen winters to complete.The fragments of undecomposed insect corpses piled up on icebergs, higher than any king's palace on earth.What a feat!The fire god Enton wanted to burn them into a mountain of ashes, but Hema found that the insect blood soaked in the frozen ocean was beautiful in color.She brought hills of spices and antiseptic herbs, mixed them with worm blood, and soaked the finished robes in the fuel.She melted the pure gold from the mountain's belly, as well as amber and her own hair, and embroidered the bottom of the crimson robe with gold threads to form the words praising Asa, like radiant rays of light.It is a robe that can cover entire mortal towns, never decays or crumbles, and only a king can wear it.Every time it entered the long hall with endless colonnades, it could see the king wearing this robe.The king in the gallery is old and tired, but his robes are bright and bright, crimson.All the flowers, all the blood and all the fire it has seen in the world, and the lips of children and the reflection of hellfire, are not so thrillingly red.The giant insect that devours the world has such a beautiful red color!

The pleats of the red robe are dotted with gemstone branches, shining brilliantly; the corners are inlaid with phoenix eagle feathers, brilliantly colorful.The king in the corridor wore it, like a giant tree in full bloom, with beautiful flowers and leaves, but the trunk was old and decayed.But the king in the dream looked very young, majestic and energetic, and the red robe was just his little attire.The Dream Master hovered in the mist, flying around its young father's shoulder.It heard the King laughing again, and the voice that was talking to itself rumbled like thunder.

"It would be better if this never ended!" it heard the young King say.

That's when it woke up.The wind echoed with the intertwined music of the golden bell, and it was the king in the hall calling it to go.It quietly got up from the darkness, only to find that its cheeks were wet.It was astonished.What does this mean?On the way to the hall it was still thinking.

It felt that it must have something to do with the dream it was having.What a pity that the king left the dream of creation in that place full of fog and shadows.But is it possible to take the dream out of there again and return it to its original owner?It didn't dare to ask the king, because the king just woke up for a while, and looked more tired than before.He asked it about the progress of the North Pillar, agreeing with its judgment of timing.It sat in the palm of the king while doing all this.

"Take time, Viroo," said the King, "and you will need all the other Lights of Creation when you destroy the last pillar. Then this will be over. The world will have no more worries about hellfire."

"Yes." it said.Then he remembered his dream, and felt uneasy in his heart.The king fell into sleep again, and it walked back quietly, thinking for the first time how the king created the world.That is not difficult at all, the creation of the world is something the king has done long ago, but at that time the king had not separated the light from the nine pillars of the world, and now he has to take back these lights to be able to resist the fire of hell-but Is the current king aging too?Can the light of creation bring him back to his youth?How does he bring the dead back?It has never thought of this before, because the power of the king is far above everything.

But, said a small, breezy voice, the old man was an exception.He is not in the power of the king.That foggy path is not mentioned once in Arendon's engravings.But if the king wants to bring everything back to the old days, how can he not take back the dream he lost in the gray mist path?

It started to worry about it.In the dark, in the dream, worry and confusion gnawed at its tranquility, the song season of the sky whale came to an end, and it flew out of the abyss together with Mule Kakun.It first went to Mulunen's willow forest, and sure enough, it saw the old man there again.

(End of this chapter)