Chapter 1055 About the Third Story

Thirty minutes later, Calador completed his inspection of the entire camp. He returned to the high platform, where the three leaders were waiting.

"How's the situation?" Andal looked at the red dragon who landed on the platform, "Are there any dragons in the camp praying or doing something similar?"

"No, there isn't any dragon praying," Calador shook his head, with a strange expression on his face, "it is logically impossible for anyone to pray... We paid such a huge price just to be able to break free from the shackles and spiritual pollution, wouldn't it be a waste of all the price to go back and reshape the gods at this time?"

Andal was still frowning, and Baloger next to him said in a deep voice: "...but not all dragons have a clear mind. It is still possible for compatriots with insufficient willpower to pray to supernatural powers to save themselves...not to mention that this kind of prayer has been their 'instinct' for a long time."

"But normally...the shackles cannot be rebuilt in a short period of time, at least within a racial memory cycle." Andal shook his head, "And even if the shackles and steel seals come back, it will require a huge amount of faith Support, this is not something that can be achieved through the 'conversion' of a few survivors under pressure - not to mention that Calador has also inspected, and there is not even a dragon in the camp to pray."

"But the whole of Tarrond is very large, and we can't determine the situation in other areas." Baloger subconsciously looked into the distance, as if searching for something in the wilderness, "what if... a large number of people in a certain area survivors, and they chose to rebuild the church after waking up, and the number exceeded that threshold..."

"The possibility is too low," Andal said immediately, and then he noticed that Heragor had been silent since just now, so he couldn't help but said, "Hragor, what are you thinking of?"

"I'm thinking, what you said makes sense," Heragor finally raised his head from his contemplation, his eyes slowly sweeping over the two old friends, "We paid a huge price to perform the coming of age ceremony, at least in the Within a racial memory cycle, the effect of this ceremony is irreversible—not to mention that I don’t think the will of the Dragon Race will be so weak that they will bow their heads in such a short period of time, even if some compatriots can’t bear the pressure and start praying again, At present, the number of surviving dragons in Tarrond is far from enough, and the time is far from enough... It is impossible for him to return, which does not conform to the theory."

Andal and Baloger looked at each other, and they saw the solemn look in each other's eyes. Andal looked at Heragor first: "But you really felt something just now, right?"

"I did feel something... But don't you think it's strange?" Heragor looked very serious, "Why is it only me who feels it? There is no echo in your mind?"

Andal and Baloger showed thoughtful expressions, and they heard the other party continue: "If 'He' really comes back, then the voice of 'His' should be everywhere, this is the most fundamental aspect of God. The authority of God, and cannot be resisted by any individual will...Since you can't hear it, it means that what I hear is not the voice of 'God'..."

Balogar frowned: "You mean..."

Heragor didn't answer for a while, but raised his head and looked in the direction of the ruins of Agondor. He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was carefully perceiving some subtle connection in the atmosphere. This perception lasted for a long time It took several minutes before he looked back from a distance: "...I felt it again just now, but you probably still didn't hear anything, right?"

Balogar and Andal looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"I saw it vaguely," Heragor took a light breath, and he walked towards the edge of the high platform, with a pale golden light gradually rippling around him, and the huge figure of the giant dragon emerged from the light little by little, " I have to go over there to confirm the situation."

As his voice fell,

The golden dragon more than 100 meters long has spread its huge wings in the twilight. With the whistling sound of the magic power stirring the air, Heragor soared into the sky and quickly flew towards the depths of the ruins of Agondor .

Balogar and Andal stood on the high platform, probably because the leader left too decisively, they didn't seem to react for a while. Balogel looked into the distance, and after a few seconds he couldn't help but said: "I'm a little worried about his state——Andal, the situation of the leader seems to be not right."

"...He has been a high-ranking dragon priest serving the gods for more than a million years, and I do suspect that this long 'dipping' has changed him deeply," Andal said in a low voice, "This change Maybe it didn't affect his mind, but it may have affected his 'essence'... Calador, you and Duke Moore take care of the situation in the camp, and Balogar and I will follow up to see the situation."

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The turbid and heavy clouds gathered again, covering the not-so-bright sky of Tarrond. The remaining brilliance of the giant sun was blocked by the clouds, and the ruins of Agondor fell into darkness as if surrounded by midnight.

Heragor flew over the ruins, the figure of the golden dragon was like a shooting star in the darkness, his gaze slowly swept across the completely changed city below, and his sight extended along the undulating ruins, Stretching to crumbling cities, crumbling peaks, and the walls and ornate roofs of once-glorious palaces buried among the mountain debris.

All of this was shrouded in darkness due to the dim light of the sky, but a clear pale golden track appeared in Heragor's vision. Emerged from these ruins, and gathered behind the distant mounds like a trickle.

With vigilance and vigilance, he walked around the mound, and a pile of completely collapsed building roofs appeared in his field of vision—even though it was beyond recognition, Heragor could still see the pile of buildings at a glance. Certain familiar structures among the ruins.

This is the building on the highest peak of Agondor in the past, part of the main body of the "Upper Temple". Those trickling light golden streams finally converged to this place, and this convergence process seems to have come to an end.

Heragor immediately lowered his altitude and flew towards the pile of broken bricks and broken tiles. A layer of golden light floated on his body, and he had already turned into a human form when he landed—such a small body made it easier for him to explore the collapsed ruins, because The once glorious and magnificent building has now completely collapsed, and the corridors and door openings that used to allow giant dragons to strut their heads are now only left with narrow gaps.

After searching around, Heragor finally found a crack that seemed to lead to the deep inside from the side of the collapsed roof. He narrowed his eyes and confirmed again that there was a pale golden glow floating in his vision, and then he did not hesitate. burrowed into this gap.

The inside of the rift was narrow - but still free for him in human form. The road ahead was very dark, winding like a deep cave, Heragor had to summon a ball of light to assist his vision: after losing the protection of the gods, he had lost all his abilities including real vision, insight into time and space, Most of the supernatural powers such as immortality can only rely on the spells of these mortals to act.

After drilling through the crooked and collapsed buildings for an unknown amount of time, Heragor felt that the space around him became slightly empty, and he crawled forward for a while, when suddenly the light in his vision dimmed— —

This means that the lighting sphere flew into a relatively wide space, and the surrounding emptiness caused the lighting effect of the sphere to decline.

Heragor quickly sensed the surrounding atmosphere, then raised his hand, and more lighting balls emerged from the air, and quickly flew to every corner of this space, completely lighting up the entire empty area .

He saw a crumbling and twisted place. The ground and curved walls in his field of vision made him quickly judge that this was the rotunda he was most familiar with, and then his eyes fell involuntarily on the center of the hall. ——That was the high platform of the holy seat, and it was also the place where the gods stood for a long time.

For a brief moment, he seemed to really see a familiar figure standing there, looking at him with the same calm and indifferent expression on his face, but in the next moment, that illusion disappeared, and the figure in his vision disappeared. There was no familiar figure at all, but there was one... something that he didn't expect.

Heragor froze in place for a while, and during this brief moment of stupefaction, two familiar breaths came from behind him: Baloger and Andal finally caught up, following the traces left by Heragor Also entered this rotunda buried in the ruins but still relatively intact.

The hall was brightly lit by the lighting sphere, and the interior was unobstructed. Balogar and Andal drilled out of the gate where there was only a small hole left. They saw Heragor standing in front for the first time. , Just about to go up to say hello and inquire about the situation, he immediately noticed the direction of Heragor's line of sight, and followed his line of sight to see things in the center of the hall.

"This is..." Andal felt the corners of his eyes twitch unconsciously, and a complex feeling of vigilance, vigilance, nervousness and absurdity rushed into his heart, "This is what you feel ?”

Heragor stepped forward and came to the former seat of the holy seat, his eyes fell on the pale golden dragon egg, and he nodded after a long time: "...It is indeed this one, now I can be sure."

"What is this?" Balogar followed from behind and asked subconsciously.

Andal said blankly: "Can't you see it? This is a dragon egg."

"Of course I know it's a dragon egg!" Balogo said suddenly, "I'm asking how this thing came from—how...how did this dragon egg end up in this place?!"

"If my perception and guess are correct, I'm afraid it wasn't here a few minutes ago," Heragor said in a low voice with a complicated expression, "I just saw the convergence and flow of some...'thing', it It was separated from every corner of this land, and then gathered in this hall to form this dragon egg, all of this really happened just now."

"...Some kind of advance arrangement?" Andal thought about it instantly, "Look carefully, is this...'His'?"

Without Andal's reminder, Heragor was already carefully observing the dragon egg. He knew that he had received too much immersion around the gods, and the essence of his life had changed, so he could see some "information" that ordinary dragons couldn't see, and with the help of these special eyes, he carefully observed After a long time, I shook my head: "No, 'He' has not come back, at least I can be sure that this is definitely not a 'God'."

"This... can't be explained..." Balogel frowned tightly. As a former researcher, he was deeply confused at the moment, "This does not conform to the part of the theory we know..."

"So this is the part we haven't known for millions of years." Andal glanced at Balogar, and at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something near the pale golden dragon egg.

It was a metal plate of unknown material, lying quietly among the rubble. It seemed to have been buried here for a long time, waiting for outsiders to discover it. The moment he saw it, Andal A series of strange thoughts popped up in my mind—even if the temple collapsed, even if the entire city had been razed to the ground, this metal plate was not buried deep where no one could find it, as if some kind of incredible power Playing with cause and effect and coincidence, let it appear in front of me at this moment.

Heragor also noticed the metal plate. Following his intuition, he walked towards the pile of rubble, reached out and picked it up from the rubble, and then his eyes turned to the thing that was only one foot square.

The next second, as his eyes fell on the metal plate, words appeared on the surface of the latter, and the moment he saw the words, Heragor, Baloger, and Ann who were approaching behind him Dahl's eyes froze instantly:

"Article 1: As a natural phenomenon, 'gods' never perish in essence.

"Article 2: The 'god' in the eyes of mortals is just the ripples produced by the interaction between the above-mentioned natural phenomena and the 'observer group' of mortals.

"Article 3: Although gods never die, the interaction process between gods and mortals is controllable, can be terminated, can be transferred, can be actively strengthened or weakened, or more interference.

"Fourth: Gods and mortals alike are tiny ripples in a larger ripple.

"Rule Zero: If you see this, it's all true if you"

Heragor suddenly felt dizzy. In this brief moment, he saw some words appearing behind the metal plate "Article Zero". He even saw the content of those words and understood some things that he absolutely couldn't understand , knowledge that is absolutely untenable, but in the next moment, he found that there was only a blank space in that position. He had never seen what he had seen, nor understood what he had understood—he did not know what he had just seen. Whether the first four items in his book have changed, and he doesn't know whether he or the world in his eyes has been reorganized, his eyes naturally move down, and he no longer remembers that there is another conclusion behind the zeroth item.

Certain memories were blown away with the wind, leaving only imperceptible ripples in the high dragon priest's mind.

Heragor saw the end, and a new text emerged at the end of the metal plate:

"Give it all to Gawain Cecil—that's the necessary element of the third story."