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Chapter 66 History Officer

I travel, I come, I see, I record, I sing...

Creatures should not forget the glory and suffering of the past, the world without the support of real history is destined to be reduced to the dust of time, and everything will lose its meaning...

So... I will engrave all the past and what I have seen and heard. This is the duty that the dragon has been given since its birth...

The history recorder will only record the most authentic history, I must never forget the way of the dragon that records time, and I must never forget my mission...

A rational voice kept echoing in Angelo's mind, but that voice became smaller and smaller.

Instead, it was his own laughter and indistinct babbling, they mixed together to burst out frantic notes, stirring the dragon's gradually collapsing rationality.

"Come in, come in, you stubborn dragon who doesn't want to accept the favor of the stars..."

And in the half-crazed laughter of the poet, the slender eyes made a playful voice: "You will witness the great starry sky shining on the long river of history with your own eyes... You will no longer be obsessed with meaningless duties..."

"The never-ending banquet has been waiting for the arrival of the apostles of the stars... The magnificent stage in history has already begun..."

"The kings of Savore all sat in the auditorium holding their wine glasses high. They are looking forward to it, and they are eager for the guidance of the stars..."

"Giant dragon... Everyone is waiting for the wonderful story you describe... Everyone is waiting for you to spread the favor of the starry sky..."

"What you have to do, your duty, is to spread disorder and madness!"

"Let's start with... the history you wrote yourself..."

The stars are twinkling, and the books turned into historical gatherings are turned faster and faster, and the illusory door made of fog behind the books is becoming more and more real.

Under the traction of starlight, the extraordinary characteristics of the giant dragon were completely liberated.

Enter history!Embrace history!Then……

——The giant dragon will use madness to pollute history under the shining of stars!
The pair of huge shadow wings in the city flapped. They were obviously just illusory shadows, but they caused large waves of wind and waves that rolled the autumn rain layer upon layer in the civilian area.

Fortunately, it was already late at night, and most people fell into a deep sleep, while the nobles who held the evening banquet on the other side of the city frowned, cursing the inexplicably bad weather.

Only the incarnation of the storm and the red moon apostle who talked at night noticed the strangeness of the city...

At the same time, the bard dressed in pure black completely crossed the gate of the mist and walked into the bizarre world recorded by his wings.

He fell into history, and the fog covered Angelo's figure.

What is in the history written by the poet himself?
The whistling of shells and the tremor of the ground could be faintly heard in Angelo's ears.

He turned his head to look, and the thick fog dissipated in an instant, as if the curtain on the stage was lifted.

The collision of knives and swords burst out screams and sweet winds, mechanical creations cast shadows in midair, and steam airships flew across the sky one after another, igniting desperate artillery fire to cover up the wailing and roaring of the protesters.

The woman hugging the child wailed and begged, but the cold butcher knives of the invaders were soaked in blood, and the people fell to the ground, and the pool of blood stained the silver-white leg armor of the light-destroying man.

The bard has witnessed the bloody colonization and brutal expansion of the Sapphire royal family, and this is the real history written by him.

But the next moment, the fog of history changed strangely, one eye after another was outlined in the fog, they were talking and laughing wildly.

In their malevolent gaze, day turned to night, and the stars began to shine.

So history was changed.

The pools of blood turned into women and children disappeared, the corpses of the protesters were wiped away by the starlight, and the sinister faces of the invaders became solemn and holy.

Under the light of the Holy Light and the starlight, the soldiers who slaughtered innocents turned into heroes who fought against evil and heresy.

"The truth of the past should be like this. People should remember the greatness of the starry sky... Dragon, what are you waiting for?" The slender eye embedded in Angelo's body was still whispering.

"It turns out... so it's like this... Did I remember wrongly at that time..."

The bard laughed wildly, so a huge book appeared in front of him, and a delicate quill was outlined in his hand. He opened the chapter of the history of this scene, which recorded:

'The Holy Light Corps led by Zechariah IV raided the trading city outside the eastern part of the kingdom, just to occupy the lifeline and bridge of this economy. '

'Under the bombardment of the steam airship, the resistance naturally failed, the defender's army was completely wiped out, and the bustling city was devastated in an instant. '

'The survivors expressed their obedience, but the methods of the soldiers were still bloody and cruel. They killed almost all innocent people, men, women, and children. '

'The army of the Sapphire Kingdom...seems to be enjoying the slaughter...it's incredible...'

Angelo tilted his head, looking at the words he wrote on it, lost in thought.

But the eye continued to urge: "Fake! Fake! The history you recorded is false! Modify it! Then describe the vast starry sky as much as possible!"

At this moment, the soldiers standing in the history stopped at the same time. They stood in place, and all of them cast strange glances at Angelo.

The soldiers opened their mouths, and layers of voices rang in Angelo's ears: "We have always been heroes defending peace, so how could we commit crimes?"

"You're wrong...you're wrong...you're wrong..."

"Is that so...the real history looks like this...well...it seems that I have to make some revisions..."

So the half-mad bard dropped his pen tip on the paper, as if he wanted to scratch out the bloody and cruel history.

But the next moment, he hesitated again.

Because... this scene is too familiar, to the point where even the innate instinct of the giant dragon feels strange.

One side of Angelo's face was still laughing wildly, but the other side of the poet's face froze.

"How many times have I...revised the history I wrote myself..."

The bard watched helplessly as his arm slid across the pages of the book, lines of handwriting were erased by his half-mad self, and then the tip of the pen was stained with starlight!
At this moment, he thought of the audience who melted in the story, and he noticed a memory that revised history one by one, and he realized that the power of the starry sky had completely soaked his history books!
"It turns out...it was me who polluted history with my own hands..."

The last rationality was completely dragged into endless madness, half of Angelo's profile turned from sluggishness to pain!

The ferocious dragon pupils suddenly widened.

Roar! ! !
The bard raised his head, the majestic and high-spirited roar of the past is now filled with chilling regret and tyranny!

Layers of real sound waves visible to the naked eye spread out circle after circle centered on Angelo!
"Yes... yes... that's it... falling into crazy history... is the eternal destination of the historians..."

(End of this chapter)