savior epic

Chapter 325 The Golden Age
The huge vertical poles with dragon scales all around stand horizontally in Vinakana's eyes.

The princess felt her breathing stagnate for a while, but she quickly calmed down.

Vinakana looked at the vertical pole.

Suddenly, she saw the vertical handle slightly narrowed, and then bent as if laughing.

Under the bang like a waterfall pouring down, Vinakana saw that the surrounding fog gradually distorted, and the scenes in the palaces and the entire holy capital collapsed in an instant.

The gust of wind surged from the shaft, and the mist after the collapse was engulfed by it, and it dispersed around like a tide, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Vinakana subconsciously raised her hand to prevent the mist from hitting her face.

After the mist dissipated with a bang, there were endless huge dragon scales, brown and black dragon horns like a thousand-year-old wood, and the longest fork was tens of meters. Teeth, spit out a thick, visible mist.

Its whole body is pitch black and huge, its dragon head is like a mound, its body is like a steep mountain range, and its sharp scales exude a violent aura.

The evil dragon in myths and legends, who tempted Sabella and usurped the throne of the Dragon God Dosumilak.

Vinakana stared at the prostrate black dragon, which stared back at her.

"Dosa Musa Manni?"

The lips of the giant dragon open and close slightly. Compared with humans, elves, dwarves, etc., the lips sometimes move more widely. When the dragon speaks dragon language, the lips rarely open and close frequently. The vibration made a dull sound, and the naked eye could see that the neck became larger and smaller at times.

Vinakana collected herself, she looked up at the giant dragon.

The divinity told her what the dragon language meant.

"Who are you?"

The pitch-black dragon asked again, and the meaning it wanted to express clearly appeared in Vinakana's mind.

"Naum, Salika?"

As soon as the words fell, the giant dragon raised his head slightly, showing a hesitant expression,
"Why don't you look like a mortal?"

Vinakana listened to the dragon's words, and the princess did not hesitate, and said directly:
"Vinacana Remedios Ulysses."

The pitch-black dragon spit out a mouthful of condensed mist, and looked at Vinakana from top to bottom with its vertical arms.

In this fantasy space, the pitch-black dragon can understand any language.

The eyes of the pitch-black dragon froze, as if in deep thought, its huge throat rolling up and down tentatively.

Vinakana saw from divinity that the dragon was thinking about what language he was speaking.

This also proves from the side that this dark dragon has been out of the world for too long.

"Is it Dosumilak?"

Vinakana asked cautiously.

The pitch-black dragon turned its head around at once, rolled its neck, and stated:

"Yes, you can call me that, but not entirely. I am transformed by a part of its soul, and most of its soul has been annihilated."

Immediately afterwards, before Vinakana could speak, the pitch-black dragon moved his head and spit out first:

"You's life is so fragile that it is only a short hundred years, which surprised the dragon."

Vinakana was startled, and after thinking for a while, she realized that Dosumilak's words were correct.

I remember that in myths and legends, when the beliefs of the gods were still circulating on the earth, the lifespan of the ancient ancestors was amazing.

Although it is not enough to compare with the real immortal elves, but in the records, there are often ancestors who can live to be seven or eight hundred years old before passing away suddenly.

No wonder Dosumilak was puzzled.

Today, people's lifespans are often measured in terms of 60 or [-] years.

No one knows the reason for such a change. In the final analysis, it is the reason that very few records from the ancient times have been handed down.

"You speak a strange language, too."

The Dosumilak in front of him is not as ferocious and evil as recorded in the murals, but like an old man who is full of curiosity about the world. Although his appearance is frightening, there is no malice in his gestures.

"Mufis wu der haue woe?"

Dosumilak lifted his neck, his throat moved, imitating the pronunciation of the real Awen,
"It took me a long time to realize that it was such an evolution of the language of those Masses. How many years have passed outside?"

Dosumilak lowered his head, and immediately fell into deep thought.

Vinakana raised her face and said lightly:
"The Lord Shenli was in 1975, and now is the first millennium of the Lord's decline."

The face of the pitch-black dragon suddenly became rich, and endless surprises emerged from the vertical strokes. Its throat swelled, and it spit out in surprise:

"Unknowingly, almost 2000 years have passed, 2000 years have passed"

"Why are you here?"

Vinakana asked despite Dosumilak still in shock.

Dosumilak turned his head sideways, looked up and looked around, and murmured:

"I'm here to obey Morland's will."

"Moreland's will?"

Vinakana couldn't hold back her surprise,

"You are not with him"

"I am a part of Dosumilak's soul, not Dosumilak itself. After Morlan annihilated most of the souls with the holy sword Nokmond, the rest became me.

It can be said that without Moreland, there would be no me, and I would no longer be on the side of the dragon. "

The pitch-black dragon's tone was slow, and even anxious.

For its words, Vinakana was a little unbelievable, and after a while, she asked again:
"Why are you staying here?"

"Don't let Xiaoxiao disturb Moreland's remains."

As he spoke, Dosumilak raised half of his body, and the entire illusion space seemed to vibrate accordingly.
"Turn back! Venakana, the front is the place where death is led!"

When it uttered this dragon language, its utterance was no longer kind and gentle, but thunderous, as if a heavy rain was coming, pouring out the deterrence of looking down on the earth, teaching the weak creatures to crawl.

"Morlan betrayed the gods, but you are guarding him?"

Like a vertical tower, Vina Kana stood still despite the howling wind, further voicing out her own doubts.

There was a hint of appreciation in Dosumilak's eyes, and its vertical arms were bent.

"You saw the mural, poured blood into the altar, and then came here, didn't you see that the surroundings here are just fog and illusions?"

Dosumilak poured out slowly, like Dun Dun teaching.

Vinakana suddenly realized something.

"What is recorded in the mural is not the real history, but illusion and fog?"

After a pause, the princess suddenly noticed something, and then said:
"No, phantoms and fogs also have their basis. People who record history often embellish past fate. The deeds on the murals must appear on the earth, but that is the perspective of the believers of the gods!"

For those ancestors who sacrificed animals to the gods, the gods were the place of truth.

However, in the eyes of Vinakana, the truth of the ancestors is just another layer of fog.

How to find the truth without breaking through the fog?

Dosumilak gave Vinakana attention with admiring eyes.

"You are not a dull person, nor a deceived person. I am happy for Morelan. In the future, there will be someone like you."

The black dragon stretched its neck to the longest, and then bent its head slightly. Although it is looking down at Vinakana, in the ancient etiquette of dragons, this represents the respect and respect among dragons.

Vinakana listened to the dragon language, the face of the pitch-black dragon was neither tight nor loose, and the dragon scales hung row upon row.

"In our era, the gods walk on the earth, there are countless gods who are chosen by the gods, and those who perform miracles. Flames, thunder, floods. Miracles are often endless in the world. There are three suns standing in the sky! Five bright moons, each waxing and waning!

Missing that era is tantamount to missing the favor of the gods.ah!Workers of miracles!They fear the gods, practice the paths of the gods, and even regard themselves as one of the gods. Even the scales of the giant dragon tremble in the mighty power of these miracle workers! "

Dosumilak recalled, and excitedly told the deeds of the ancient times, and the speed of its throat rolling was much faster.

Vinakana listened silently. In the eyes of this pitch-black giant dragon, the time when the ancient ancestors enjoyed a long life seemed to be the golden age of the whole world.

Dosumilak seemed to be aware of what was going on in Vinakana's heart. It suddenly lowered its head and spit out quite provocatively:
"That was the golden age of the gods! The later people of the world, Venakana, if you were born in that era, you might be able to create your country and become the only choice of a certain god."

"I often hear people say: only the Lord is the God I choose."

Vinakana responded nonchalantly.

The pupils in the giant dragon's vertical shaft shrank slightly, overflowing with evil thoughts, however, that evil thoughts were quickly wiped out by itself, and it was no longer on the side of the evil dragon.

"Compared with the miracles of the age of mythology, what happened to you later generations pales in comparison."

Dosumirak narrated, its face no longer showed nostalgia,
"This is what is recorded in the ancient scrolls. Except for the seven named gods, there is no other god who can manifest the vast power in the natural world."

in ancient scrolls
Vinakana immediately fell into thought.

She knew that the prophecy on the ancient scroll of fate would definitely appear on the earth.

Er, the princess asked:

"Why... why does the ancient scroll contain these, or why is there an ancient scroll of fate?"

Dosumilak's round nose let out a rough air.

I don't know if the words of the princess stimulated the giant dragon, and its eyes burned with anger.

"God damn scroll of fate! Damn it! If that scroll didn't record my destiny, I wouldn't be trapped in this illusion forever.

Yes, I am indeed responsible for guarding this place, but besides this, I also have the hope of soaring into the sky, but the ancient scroll of fate states this, and I will never be able to return to the sky! "

Dosumilak's face became hideous, reappearing the appearance of the old dragon.

"However."

In Vinakana's eyes, Dosumilak's anger gradually faded away, and its face calmed down.

"People in the future, if you don't predestinate everything, are you going to let the gods arbitrarily manipulate your fate?"

Vinakana's heart faltered.

This answer was beyond my expectation.

"Vina Kana, I tell you as an elder, what is terrible is not fate, but fate at the mercy of others."

"Because compared with those gods, you are nothing but ants.
And the ancient scroll of fate doomed your fate, and it also doomed the fate of the gods! "

At this time, Dosumilak spread out the huge dragon wings, with the light behind them, it is hard to imagine that the shadows can be so solemn.

"I am Dosumilak, the evil dragon who usurped the throne of the dragon god. I hate that ancient scroll of fate. For countless days and nights, I wish it would be completely wiped out."

"However, I am willing to make this sacrifice and wait here forever!"

Vinakana looked up to the black dragon, who found peace and joy in the sacrifice.

She felt that Dosumilak was both angry and willing.

Slowly, the pitch-black giant retracted its wings, and it whispered:

"I have to tell you that Morlan, the godwalker, is the first human being recorded in the scroll of destiny, and his corpse is at the end of the road ahead."

The first generation of the family is also the first person recorded in the ancient scroll of destiny.
Vinakana suddenly realized why the "Master of Destiny" chose herself.

"What does his body mean?"

Vinakana asked.

"Countless. Different people have different meanings."

Dosumilak paused,

"To me, that means his spiritual mantle. Untold numbers of people have embarked on this path for their own purposes, and most of them cannot cross here.

Do you know what that means? "

Vinakana stared at Dosumilak.

"It means that as long as you see through this illusion and cross here, you are qualified to inherit the mantle of Moreland?"

The pitch-black dragon nodded slightly, agreeing with this statement.

"However, the road ahead is the road leading to death."

The eyes of the pitch-black giant dragon are solemn, like a human prophet who narrates teachings,
"I advise you to turn back. In the later world, no one has ever walked to the end, and no one has ever inherited his mantle. They all annihilated their souls on that road."

"You are wise, you should follow my advice and turn around."

The words of the pitch-black dragon fell into Venakana's ears.

"I do not want to."

Vinakana said softly.

"why?"

Dosumilak asked, and waited patiently for an answer.

Vinakana hesitated for a long time among the many answers.

"...for the love of my Lord."

she whispered,

"I believe He loves me."

Dosumilak's expression remained motionless, but he nodded slightly.

"The door of the road ahead will be opened for you, and your fellow travelers can enjoy this grace."

Dosumilak raised his dragon claws, and slowly opened a crack on the barrier of the illusion.

The crack was clearly displayed in Vinakana's eyes, but the princess couldn't see what was hidden in the crack.

All she could see was a crack.

Just as Vinakana approached the crack, Dosumilak suddenly spoke.

"Don't worry."

As Dosumilak said, the dragon's claws reached into somewhere in the environment, and took out a yellowed book page from it,

"You have the breath of fate on you, and this thing may be beneficial to you."

Vinakana stretched out her hand, and the yellowed pages slowly fell from the air.

The pages of the Yin book in her skirt began to heat up rapidly as the pages approached.

It is another broken page of Yangben.

(End of this chapter)