People are at the junction, but they become the incarnation of the sun

Reinhard said that this was the first time he knew about it. Originally, he only knew about the connection between the place and the ancient dynasty, and Meng was just occupying the magpie's nest.

Upon hearing this, Lance Sanks just looked down at him and said nothing. Instead, he flapped his wings and flew towards the temple with a hint of thunder.

"Speaking of...you seem to know a lot about the history of the Junction, Lance Sanks."

Looking at the temple that he hadn't gotten close to yet after flying for so long, Reinhardt, who had nothing to do, chose to pick up a topic for a chat.

"Of course, our ancient dragons are a race that coexists with wisdom and strength. We are not flying dragons that don't even have scales and have dirty blood flowing through them."

In the first half of the sentence, Lance Sanks sounded proud and slow, and in the second half, he was full of disgust for the flying dragon race.

Just like the attitude of the people in the border area towards the Sons of Platinum, they regard them as the most filthy existence, and even the Golden Tree rejects them.

It is estimated that if the giant was still alive, his attitude towards the mountain monster would be the same.

Is this the chain of contempt in the border area?

Human (ancient dragon, giant) > Son of Platinum (flying dragon, mountain demon) > Dog > Faded One?

Reinhardt quickly shook his head and threw this ridiculous thought out of his mind. He was afraid that he would laugh out loud accidentally.

"So Lance Sanks, can you tell me about the Eternal City?"

"Don't you know the Eternal City very well through records?" Lance Sanks was very confused after hearing this.

"Well, records are records, and the time is so far away that many things have been lost."

Although he said so, in fact, there were so many things about the Eternal City recorded in Kaliya's Study, and they were all just fragments.

And those are not so much records as speculations, the speculations of previous generations about the Eternal City.

Everything he knew was nothing more than the integration of memories in his head.

"Hmm... Well, it will take some time before we arrive, so I'll tell you."

Lance Sanks then told him what she knew about the Eternal City.

From her mouth, she learned that the Eternal City existed very far away. The Eternal City had already existed during the reign of the ancient dragon. Moreover, the Eternal City at that time existed on the ground and was built around the original golden tree, which was the Luo River. The location of King Del Rey.

The so-called initial golden tree is what future generations call the melting pot of life.

And since then, the residents of the Eternal City have been very diverse in race, a bit like the Sacred Tree of Kallia and Michaela now.

"This is the only thing I know about the Eternal City. As for what they did to offend the Supreme Will, I don't know, but what happened that day is still fresh in my mind, as if it were yesterday. In my eyes."

Lance Sanks' eyes were filled with memories.

What happened that day would never be forgotten for the rest of her life.

As always, it was a day of waiting for the departed gods to return.

That day, a meteor suddenly fell from the sky, tearing apart the shrouded dark clouds. The golden meteor hit the ground, directly destroying the Eternal City and sinking it into the ground along with the furnace of life.

And that golden meteor took root in the furnace of life, constantly absorbing nutrients and growing stronger.

That is the golden tree today.

After that, the gods showed up one after another and began to chase Elden's Ring. The border area was once in chaos.

It was also at that time that the Queen of Nightlight emerged from among the many gods.

And the people of the Eternal City were divided into several groups. Some stayed on the ground and went to the snow-capped mountains to settle down as so-called stargazers. Some stayed underground to establish new city-states and plotted revenge against the Supreme Will. .

Different beliefs also caused them to divide into different city-states, and established Nokron and Nokstra along the Sifra and Ansel rivers.

But what exactly happened during and after that is unknown to Lance Sanks.

I only know that meteorites have often visited the junction since then, and their floating city Fam Azra was also shattered by falling meteorites. The broken city fragments fell to various parts of the junction, forming what is now the surface of the earth. Relics can be seen everywhere.

The last record of these meteorites that fell was the one that [General Broken Star] Latarn smashed in order to protect the magical town Celia.

Hearing this, Reinhard nodded to show that he understood.

No wonder I couldn't connect those descriptions before, but now I finally understand that there is more than one golden tree, let alone falling meteorites.

The meteorites include Esti, Black King, White King and other races.

The Eternal City hidden deep underground is the same as the Royal City of Rodel on the ground. They are just two extremes. One is eternal night with no light, and the other is eternal day shrouded in the brilliance of the golden tree.

It was also because of this that it was difficult to tell the time at the moment. The only thing Reinhard knew was that Lance Sanks carried him and flew for a long time. It was so long that he arrived at the temple when his eyelids became heavy with boredom.

Da da--

Two crisp footsteps echoed quietly.

"It's really far..."

Reinhard landed on the ground and couldn't help but glance at Nokron, which was far away from the temple. It seemed that there was only an underground river across it, but in fact the distance was unexpected.

It was also thanks to Lance Sanks following him, otherwise he would have wanted to swim here with the Shivla River. If he did, who knows how long he would have been able to swim until the end of the year.

However, he seemed to have arrived early.

Accompanied by Lance Sanks, he walked into this ancient ancient dynasty sacrificial site.

There are twisted stone tablets and earthen pots scattered everywhere on the ground. On both sides and above, there are carved statues of unknown gods who were once served by the ancient dynasty.

This is the blood boudoir of the Mongwen Dynasty, and it is also the place where the so-called god sleeps in the memory, but there is no sign of the male ketone demigod Monge.

"...Are you here early?"

Reinhard looked around and after confirming that there was no sign of [Blood King] Mengg, he muttered softly.

Not only that, even the sacrificial platform was empty, and the giant egg in his memory was missing, which meant that he had indeed arrived here before Mengge.

But it doesn't matter, just wait here for that old pervert Monger.

That guy will always come back.

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Transform the holy snowfield.

The blizzard, which was like a heavy fog, completely obscured the light of the golden tree, making it impossible to tell the direction.

This is a pilgrimage route and the only way to the sacred tree.

To get to Michaela's sacred tree, believers must devoutly cross the blizzard and find the correct pilgrimage path on the snow-filled plains.

This road is extremely dangerous, and many people who wanted to worship the god Michaela died in the snow.

Either he fell off a cliff, or he was eaten by wild beasts wandering in the wind and snow, or he was deprived of body temperature by the extreme cold, and finally fell on the road and was buried in the heavy snow.

It can be said that this is a test for believers.

However, a bloody battle is taking place at the other end of such a sacred road of worship.

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Red blood soaked the pure white snowfield, and the snowy land at the northern end of the Holy Snowfield was now covered with corpses. A corpse could be seen almost every few meters, and it looked like it had been dead for a while.

And close to the frozen forest, a tall and sturdy figure held up a trident-like weapon.

There was a person hanging on the weapon, as if he had been pierced through the abdomen. Blood slowly slid down along the blade and handle, pouring on the ground.

The white snow under their feet had long been melted by the hot blood, revealing the rocks hidden underneath.

"Not bad courage, knight, to come to challenge me alone."

"...But, it's too weak."

The man spoke slowly, his deep voice echoing in the silent snowfield. His dark face was covered with curled hard black horns, like wildly growing tree roots.

It was an ominous sign of being abandoned by the golden tree, and the sturdy man holding the trident was Monger, and the petite figure held in one arm was Mikaela.

The gilt-like long hair slowly slid down the man's arm, as if he felt that his knight was in trouble, and his eyelids trembled slightly.

Meng lowered his head and glanced at the sleeping Michaela, his eyes filled with endless love and greed.

"Oh, Michaela, my lovely Michaela. You are always mine...mine! Let us go forth and start our dynasty!"

Monger suddenly waved the trident in his hand, and the person stuck on it was thrown away and rolled on the snow a few times.

"cough--"

The person pierced by the trident coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She is not dead yet, to be precise, she is at the end of her life. She relies on her strong willpower to support this broken body, but now it is like a candle in the wind.

But even so, she still did not give in, and slowly raised her head buried deep in the snow. Her pretty face was covered with residual snow, and her face, which had lost a lot of blood, was as white as the snow.

"...Give it back to me...Put Her Highness Mikaela down...Give it back to me..."

Looking at the tall figure who was leaving, he stretched out his hand to try to stop him.

Not to mention blocking her, even her weak voice was buried by the wind and snow blowing again.

He could only lie weakly on the ground like this, looking at the broad back that took away Mikayla and gradually moved away with his hazy eyes.

Does it stop here...?

Dolores was unwilling to give in, but at this moment she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

She has never been so resentful of her own weakness as she is now. If she were stronger, she would not let the master she serves be taken away by others.

But nothing if.

"H-I'm sorry...Ms. Michaela...Ms. Marlenia...I've let you down..."

"And Reinhard... I'm sorry... I don't have time to... apologize to you..."

Dolores' head fell heavily into the snow and was buried by the wind and snow. The look in her eyes gradually disappeared as the cold enveloped her, and the golden color in her pupils also disappeared.

"Dolores?! Dolores!!"

The biting cold kept paralyzing her nerves, and the blowing wind and snow slowly deprived her of her last body temperature. At the last moment, before she fell into darkness, she seemed to hear someone calling her name.

But, it doesn’t matter anymore…

118. The gradually liberated sun (6K)

Menge returned to the Blood Boudoir and gently placed Michaela in his arms on the sacrificial altar. Looking at the lovely sleeping face, endless tenderness appeared in Meng's eyes, but more of it was the desire called desire.

"Oh, look, this is our home, our dynasty, the Mongwen dynasty."

Monger opened his arms and turned around as if to show Michaela his achievements, the dynasty he had established.