Sword of Daybreaker

Balroger stood on the high platform of the Dragon Blood Hall, staring solemnly at the twenty-two dragon heads arranged on both sides of the hall-those heads that were almost entirely composed of mechanical structures did not seem to have finished the previous process. Thinking, they bowed their heads in silence, only faint and flickering lights wandered deep in their pipes. The hissing sound made by the circulating pumps and gas pipes when they were running occasionally came from somewhere, which is one of the few in the entire hall. the sound of.

Finally, the light behind one of the dragon's heads brightened, and the head was slightly raised. Under the traction of the mechanical arm, he turned to Balroger, and a synthetic sound lacking emotional fluctuation came from the speaker. : "Balogl, Refuge Administrator, welcome to the Dragon Blood Council."

One by one, the dragon heads woke up from their contemplation. Accompanied by a series of light signals and mechanical sounds, they turned to Balroger and nodded in greeting.

"Good day, congressmen," Barroger said with a serious expression, breaking his silence, "is there any conclusion on the question I asked you to do last time?"

"It's a pity that this thought process has been terminated early by the Dragon Blood Council," said one of the dragon heads. "The civilization development trajectory of this era has completely exceeded the reference database of historical data, and unpredictable factors have exceeded the threshold. We believe that even if forced Deductions cannot accurately predict the future direction of the'Alliance' and the Dragon Race."

"Not only that," another "congressman" continued, "We don't think it is necessary to continue to use the Dragon Blood Council to promote such issues in the future-the age of myth is over, the administrator, our old deduction modules are no longer Adapt to the new situation again."

"...I understand, I will carefully consider your opinions," Balogl was silent for two seconds, nodding slightly, "Then another thing...about our gods. It has been confirmed that the Dragon God has fallen. The remaining part of humanity has been reorganized and regenerated on its own, and is now stranded in Cecil, the human kingdom."

"We have already known about this and completed the assessment 12 hours ago," the dragon head closest to Balroger responded. "This is beyond all our plans, but from the results, it does not have it. Threatening. The only possible variable is that humans will have the opportunity to be exposed to a large amount of knowledge involving gods and demons... This matter will have a positive tendency. Should we continue to deduct this thinking process?"

"Continue to deduct," Barroger said immediately, "We need to judge the possibility of establishing further communication with other countries, especially Cecil... Almost all the variables in this era are developed from that land. ."

"Understood, the process has been added to the mission plan."

There was a moment of silence in the Dragon Blood Hall, and Balroger stood on the high platform as if lost in thought, while those "members" waited patiently for the next interactive instruction from the administrator. After half a minute of silence, Balroger Suddenly broke the silence: "I don't have any more questions-open the passage to the Wuming Dragon Tomb."

"Understood, the channel has been opened. After ten seconds, the council will switch to working mode, looking forward to your next visit, administrator."

The monotonous mechanical synthesis sound sounded in the hall, and a slight tremor came from below the platform. The lights above the 22 dragon heads were extinguished one by one. These ancient thinkers who had been completely mechanized lowered their heads one by one, and the hall was dim again. Only a strip of lights located on the central axis of the dome casts a cool glow, illuminating a sloping staircase in front of the high platform-the staircase extends all the way down, and you can see a dim light in the depths. How deep it extends.

Balogall walked down the high platform, and the two Sirs Eugene and Golos immediately came forward to his left and right. The three did not talk, but exchanged their eyes solemnly, and then walked to the stairs and underground. deep.

There is no elevator on the way to the Wuming Dragon Tomb. There is only this long stairway, which is like a long memory of Balroger, or the long road for mortals to climb from the surface to the starry sky. The material of the surrounding walls has changed from polymer. It became metal, and then turned from metal to enchanted stone. Simple and solemn reliefs appeared on both sides of the stairs, and gradually covered the roof in front.

In the end, Balroger stopped in front of a gate, which stood solemnly in the wide space excavated deep underground. On the bare surface, no decorative lines could be seen, only large. On the ground in front of the door, the brilliance of the crystal illuminated a line of words that seemed to be carved with sharp claws: "To the dead, and to the dead."

The heavy stone door slowly opened under the push of the magic mechanism, and an underground space that was so wide that it could be breathtakingly stunned appeared in front of Eugene and Golos. They followed Bellogel and stepped in. Entering the most solemn and solemn Sacred Dragon Principality, but only the Duke of Dragon Blood himself and a very small number of dragon descendants know about it-Anonymous Dragon Tomb.

The huge unparalleled column supports this space that can almost be put into the entire castle. The slate ground that has gone through countless years extends far away in the field of vision. On the high dome, many carvings are protruding between the original rock formations. The metal pillars full of runes, the slight electric light and the luminous clouds walk silently between the metal pillars, maintaining the stability of the environment in the cave, and through the elemental blessing, everything here is enough to resist the erosion of a long time, and even let The entire mountain can be protected from the destruction of geological activities.

And among these huge pillars, one after another "tombstones" based on the dragon's body shape stood silently in the dark. They were slanted and embedded in the base made of huge stones. Behind each base, the same use of huge stones Carved dragon sculptures-However, compared with the real dragons, the dragons in these stone sculptures are extremely thin and weak, and most of them have visible physical defects, as if they were specially designed to match the real dragons. To make a "difference", their forms are adjusted to look like a certain...

Gorosh glanced over the nearest "tombstone". On the slanted boulder surface, there was no epitaph that a normal tombstone should have, and there was not even an exact name, only a few cold letters and numbers. The numbers are deeply carved on its surface: the first generation, 120-180 millennia.

On the next tombstone, another line of cold letters and numbers was reflected in the eyes of Sir Gorosh: the second generation, between 182 and 246 years.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Balroger had already stepped forward, and Gorosh temporarily suppressed what he wanted to say, and walked deeper into the hall after the Duke of Dragon Blood. . In silence, they passed the early generations, as if they were passing the ancient history that has long disappeared in memory. The years have condensed into hard and rough masonry under their feet, and thousands of years have receded under their feet. .

In the 1820th millennium, Balroger finally stopped. He raised his head, and the last unfinished tombstone came into his eyes. The tombstone was deeply engraved with letters: the thirtieth generation, the 1820th millennium— —.

Behind this tombstone, an unfinished dragon sculpture is bathed in the dim light sprinkled by the crystals of the dome. It is lying prone on the ground, looking up at the closed dome. On both sides of the rugged spine, a pair of deformities shrinks. wing.

Balroger stood still in front of this unknown tomb, watching the unfinished stone stele and the lacking detail of the dragon sculpture, and Sir Gorosh’s voice came from behind him: "I came here last time... It seems to be a long time ago."

"After all, we shouldn't disturb the peace of these tombs at will...Although there is nothing behind them," Barroger said softly, "but now something good has happened, and the good news should be sent here."

"I still remember the first time you were brought here," the gray-haired Sir Eugene Natosh sighed softly. "The real history...At that time, I really felt that the real history was not as good as one. Dream that can't wake up."

Grand Duke Balroger did not speak, but stood silently in front of the tombstone of the 30th generation, while Gorosh looked at the blank part of the tombstone and suddenly said in a deep voice, "Talrond's shield has been extinguished. , The gene bank used to restart the Sacred Dragon Principality was also destroyed by war. Regardless of the future of this world, the 30th generation will probably become the last generation of the "dragon descendants"... Do you think the future Will someone still carve our last number on this tombstone someday?"

"Every number here is engraved by myself. If the end of the day really comes, our efforts will eventually fail, I will definitely say goodbye to this world after making the final stroke here... But there is nothing compared to that. Hopefully, I hope that the tombstone of the 30th generation will always be empty." Balrogl slowly shook his head, then slowly turned around, watching the direction he was walking, he saw those huge And the silent tomb extends in my sight, and the twenty-nine dragon descendants who have completely disappeared in the real universe have been transformed into lifeless stone sculptures for generations, as if watching them quietly in the dark.

Those are the "descendants" he has carefully nurtured and cared for.

"I often feel that I have sins on my shoulders, especially when I look at these unknown monuments," said the Duke of Dragon Blood in a low voice, "I abandon them twenty-nine times... When the tide comes, I let it go. They dissipated in the apocalypse, but they were like a coward who fled, and after the next restart, I still have to sit in a high position and be a superior monarch. Isn’t that ironic?"

"...As a member of the 30th generation, I am afraid I cannot answer your question," Sir Gorosh looked at the ancient dragon next to him, and said after a short hesitation, "but I know a truth... There is nothing without a price in the world.

"In the age of mythology, the Dragon God and Tarrond worked together to maintain a difficult balance. The existence of the Holy Dragon Principality is a long-term, open but never recognized secret. I believe that the gods knew the dragon descendants from the beginning. The existence of the Omega system even knew the mission of the Omega system from the beginning, but for 1.87 million years, all of this was carefully hidden on the side of the balance point, and it had never been more than half a step.

"Under this situation, let the'Dragonborn' enter Tarrond's sight and even accept the protection of the gods. This is not salvation, but a complete burial, the burial of all compatriots.

"I am not qualified to judge you or Talrond’s choice for the previous twenty-nine generations, nor am I qualified to forgive or condemn anything for them, but I must refute your judgment of yourself-the real coward is I don't have the guts to have the courage to return here after restarting the Principality of the Holy Dragon 29 times.

"It takes more courage to watch them die than to take them to Tarrond for protection, Your Majesty."

"Someone once said the same thing as you," Grand Duke Ballogel suddenly smiled, "It's also in this place."

"Really? It's a pity that I didn't have the chance to meet him." Gorosh shook his head and said.

Grand Duke Ballogel did not respond. He just thought for a while, and then said as if to himself: "You are all right...I shouldn’t be obsessed with this, especially after having experienced such a long time. This is even more so after the years. Perhaps any generation can choose to hate or forgive, and any individual can also choose to forgive or anger, but in the face of the mighty force of nature, all of this must ultimately yield to the only problem...Let civilization continue ."

He finally retracted his gaze at the tombs and scanned the entire vast underground hall. Among the dim and old walls and pillars, there are actually more than dozens of unnamed dragon tombs hidden.

"One hundred and eighty-seven million years... Our observation records of the Demon Tide and various failed attempts to protect the mind in the Demon Tide are buried in the lower-level archives, and almost all of the information is in Tarrond. Collecting and summarizing outside of the environment of China, although it was a failed answer, it is still a precious reference material," Duke Dragon Blood said in a deep voice, "The key now is...our new allies, the Alliance Will the mortal nations in China be prepared to face this'gift'?"

"The Dragon Blood Council has been unable to evaluate the new'Alliance', nor can it evaluate the changes that Gawain Cecil's series of actions will bring to the world. In this era, we may try to make some decisions ourselves. "Sir Eugene Natoshi said slowly, "In my opinion, since we have decided to join this'union', we should do something equivalent to membership."

...

On the vast ocean, a large fleet is braving the wind and waves, sailing on an unfamiliar sea that has never been visited by humans.

Holding on to the high Bitter Winter, the navy commander Byron in a large cloak stepped onto the deck and squinted his eyes slightly in the oncoming cold wind. He looked far away and saw the sea level in front of the bow. Fragmented waves are rising above, and the sea rises up there as if it is alive, forming a striking moving water column. The sea monster Cassandra, who acts as the navigator, sits firmly on the top of the water column and controls Looking at the surrounding water, he turned his head and waved hello to the direction of the flagship.

In response, Byron waved in the direction of the siren lady, and looked up at the sky. In the high blue sky, several huge figures were stirring their giant wings, maintaining the same direction and speed as the fleet. Before flying, there were two Dragoon aircraft hovering around those huge figures, and the propelling wings like dragon wings were raised high, reflecting the bright sky light.

Those are the dragons serving as the air **** formation, as well as the two scout dragoons carried on the Bitter Winter.

"Talrond..." Byron smiled on his face and muttered softly to himself.