Chapter 1145 The 30th Generation

The latest website: Baloger stood on the high platform of the Dragon's Blood Hall, looking solemnly at the twenty-two dragon heads lined up on both sides of the hall—those heads that are almost entirely composed of mechanical structures seem to have not yet finished. Thinking about a process, they bowed their heads in silence, only faint and flickering lights wandered deep in their pipelines, and the "hissing" sound of circulating pumps and gas pipelines occasionally came from somewhere, which was the sound of the whole hall. Few voices.

Finally, the lights behind one of the dragon heads brightened, and the head was lifted slightly. Under the traction of the mechanical arm, he turned to Baloger's direction, and a synthetic voice lacking emotional fluctuations came from the speaker : "Baloger, the refuge administrator, welcome to the Dragon Blood Council."

One after another, the Dragon Prime Ministers woke up from their contemplation. Accompanied by a series of light signals and mechanical sounds, they all turned to Balogar's direction and nodded their respects.

"Good day, Members," Balogar said with a serious expression, breaking the silence, "Are there any conclusions about the question I asked you to deduce last time?"

"Unfortunately, this thinking process has been terminated early by the Dragon Blood Council," said one of the dragon heads. "The development trajectory of civilization in this era has completely exceeded the reference library of historical data, and unpredictable factors have exceeded the threshold. We believe that even if forced It is impossible to accurately predict the future direction of the 'Alliance' and the Dragon Clan through deduction."

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

"...I understand, I will seriously consider your opinions," Baloger said after being silent for two seconds, then nodded slightly, "then another thing... about our god. It has been confirmed that the dragon god has fallen The remaining human part has been reorganized and regenerated on its own, and it is now stranded in the human country Cecil."

"We have been aware of this matter and completed the evaluation 12 hours ago," the dragon head closest to Baloger responded, "This is beyond all our plans, but judging from the results, it does not have Threat. The only possible variable is that humans will have the opportunity to come into contact with a large amount of knowledge related to gods and demons... This matter will have a positive tendency. Should we continue to deduce this thinking process?"

"Continue to deduce," Baloger said immediately, "We need to judge the possibility of establishing further exchanges with other countries, especially Cecil... Almost all the variables in this era are unfolded from that land .”

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

The dragon's blood hall fell silent for a while, Baloger stood on the high platform as if lost in thought, and those "members" waited patiently for the next interactive command from the administrator,

After half a minute of silence, Balogar suddenly broke the silence: "I have no more questions—open the passage to the Nameless Dragon Tomb."

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

A monotonous mechanical synthesis sounded in the hall, and a slight tremor came from the bottom of the platform. The lights above the twenty-two dragon heads were extinguished one by one. These ancient thinkers who had been completely mechanized lowered their heads one by one, and the hall returned to darkness. Only a strip of light located on the central axis of the dome cast a cool glow, illuminating a sloping staircase in front of the platform—the staircase stretched all the way down, and a dim yellow light could be seen deep in it. How deep it goes.

Balogar walked down the high platform, and Sir Eugene and Gorosh immediately stepped forward to his left and right sides. The three did not talk, but exchanged glances with each other solemnly, and then walked towards the stairs and went underground deep.

There is no elevator on the road leading to the Unnamed Dragon Tomb, only this long staircase, as long as Balogar's long-term memory, or the long road of mortals climbing from the surface to the starry sky. It became metal, and then changed from metal to enchanted stone. Simple and solemn reliefs appeared on both sides of the stairs, and gradually covered the roof in front.

Finally, Baloger stopped in front of a large door, which stood majestically in the wide space dug out deep underground, with no decorative lines visible on the bare surface, only the large On the ground in front of the door, the brilliance emitted by 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 was slowly opened under the impetus of the magic mechanism, and an underground space that was wide enough to stun human beings appeared in front of Eugene and Gorosh. They followed Baloger and stepped into it. Entered the most solemn and solemn place in the Holy Dragon Principality, but only the Dragon Blood Duke himself and a very small number of dragon descendants knew about it—the Nameless Dragon Tomb.

Huge and unmatched columns support this space that can almost fit an 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 protrude from the original rock layers Metal pillars full of runes, slight electric light and luminous clouds silently wander between the metal pillars, maintaining the stability of the environment in the cave, and also make everything here strong enough to resist the erosion of long time through the blessing of elements, and even let the The entire mountain is immune to geological activity.

Between these huge pillars, one after another "tombstone" with reference to the size of the dragon stands silently in the dark. They are embedded in the base made of huge stones at an angle. Carved dragon sculptures——however, compared with the real giant dragons, the giant dragons in these stone sculptures are extraordinarily thin and weak, and most of them have physical defects visible to the naked eye, as if specially designed to match the real giant dragons. To make a "distinction", their forms have been adjusted to look like some kind of... subspecies.

Golosh glanced at the "tombstone" closest to him. On the sloping boulder surface, there was no epitaph that a normal tombstone should have, not even an exact name, only a few cold letters and numbers Numbers are etched deep into its surface: Generation I, 120,000-180,000 years.

On another adjacent tombstone, Sir Gorosh's eyes reflected another line of cold letters and numbers: The second generation, 182,000-246,000 years.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Baloger had already stepped forward, and Gorosh put down what he wanted to say for the time being, and followed the Grand Duke of Dragon Blood towards the deeper part of the hall . In silence, they crossed the early generations, as if crossing the ancient history that has long been lost in memory, the years condensed into hard and rough bricks under their feet, and millennia after another receded under their footsteps .

In the 1820th millennium, Balogar finally stopped. He raised his head, and the last unfinished tombstone came into his eyes. Letters were engraved on the tombstone: Thirtieth Generation, 1820th Millennium— —.

Behind this tombstone, an unfinished sculpture of a giant dragon is bathed in the dim light of the dome crystal. It lies prone on the ground, looking up at the closed dome. wing.

Balogar stood still in front of this nameless tomb, staring at the unfinished stele and the lack of details of the giant dragon sculpture, Sir Gorosh's voice came from behind him: "The last time I came here... It seems like a long time ago."

"After all, we shouldn't disturb the tranquility of these tombs at will... Although there is nothing behind them," Balogar said softly, "but now some good things have happened, and the good news should be sent here."

"I still remember the first time I was brought here by you," the white-haired Sir Eugene Natosh sighed softly, "the real history... At that time, I really felt that the real history is not as good as a A dream from which I cannot wake up."

Grand Duke Baloger did not speak, but stood silently in front of the tombstone of the thirtieth generation, while Gorosh looked at the blank part of the tombstone, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "The great shield of Tarrond has been extinguished. , the gene pool used to restart the Principality of the Holy Dragon was also destroyed in the flames of war. Regardless of the future of this world, the 30th generation will probably become the last generation of the "Dragonborn" group... What do you think of the future? Will someone still carve our last number on this tombstone one day?"

"Every number here is carved with my own hands. If the day of the end really comes and our efforts fail in the end, I will definitely write the last stroke here before bidding farewell to this world... But compared to that nothing The hopeful ending, I hope that the tombstone of the thirtieth generation will always be left blank." Balogar slowly shook his head, then turned around slowly, staring at the direction he was walking, he saw those huge And the silent tomb stretched out in his line of sight, and the twenty-nine generations of dragon descendants who had completely disappeared in the real universe turned into lifeless stone sculptures, as if quietly watching him in the dark.

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

"I often feel guilty on my shoulders, especially when I look at these unnamed monuments," the Grand Duke Dragon Blood said in a low voice, "I abandoned them twenty-nine times... When the tide of evil came, I let They dissipated in the apocalypse, but they themselves were like cowards who fled, and after the next restart, I still have to sit in a high position and be a high-ranking monarch, isn't it ironic?"

"...As a member of the thirtieth generation, I'm afraid I can't answer your question," Sir Gorosh looked at the ancient dragon beside him, and said after a short hesitation, "but I know a truth... Nothing in this world is free.

"During the age of mythology, the Dragon God and Tarrond worked together to maintain a difficult balance. The existence of the Holy Dragon Duchy was a long-standing, open but never acknowledged secret. I believe that the gods knew about the Dragonborn from the very beginning. The existence of the Omega system even knew the mission of the Omega system from the very beginning, but for a period of 1.87 million years, all of this was carefully hidden on the side of the balance point, never crossing half a step.

"Under such circumstances, letting the 'Dragonborn' come into Tarrond's sight, and even accept the protection of the gods, is not salvation, but a complete ruin, the ruin of all compatriots.

"I am not qualified to judge your or Tarrond's choices on behalf of the previous twenty-nine generations, and I am not qualified to forgive or condemn anything for them, but I must refute your judgment of yourself—the real coward, yes No one has the guts to return here after restarting the Holy Dragon Principality twenty-nine times.

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

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

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

Grand Duke Baloger did not respond, he just thought for a moment, and then said as if talking to himself: "You are all right... I shouldn't be obsessed with this, especially after going through such a long time. This is especially true after the ages. Perhaps any generation can choose to hate or forgive, and any individual can choose to forgive or be angry, but in the face of the mighty forces of nature, all of these must ultimately give way to the only question... let civilization continue .”

He finally withdrew his gaze from looking at those tombs, and scanned the entire vast underground hall. Between those dark and ancient walls and pillars, there were actually more than dozens of nameless dragon tombs hidden.

"1.87 million years... Our observations of the Tide and various failed attempts to preserve the mind during the Tide are buried in the lower archives, and almost all of them are in Tarrond Although it is a failed answer sheet, it is still a precious reference material," said the Grand Duke Dragon Blood in a deep voice, "The key now is... our new allies, the Alliance Whether the mortal nations in China are ready to face this 'gift'."

"The Dragon Blood Council is no longer able to assess the new 'Alliance', nor the changes that Gawain Cecil's actions will bring to this world. In this era, perhaps we should try to make some decisions ourselves ,” Sir Eugene Natosh said slowly, “in my opinion, since we have decided to join this ‘Union’, we should do something equivalent to our membership.”

...

On the vast and boundless ocean, a huge fleet is riding the wind and waves, sailing on the strange sea that humans have never visited.

Standing firm on the high-spirited Winter, Byron, the naval commander wearing a cloak, stepped onto the deck, squinting his eyes slightly in the oncoming cold wind. He looked into the distance and saw the sea level at the front of the ship's bow. There are fine waves rising above, and the sea water rises there as if alive, forming a striking moving water column. Cassandra, the sea monster who acts as the navigator, "sitting" steadily on the top of the water column, while controlling Looking at the surrounding sea water, he turned his head and waved hello in the direction of the general flagship.

Byron waved his hand in the direction of the siren lady in response, and then looked up at the sky - in the high blue sky, several huge figures were flapping their huge wings, maintaining the same direction and speed as the fleet. Flying forward, two more dragoon aircraft hovered around those huge figures, their dragon-wing-like propulsion wings raised high, reflecting the bright skylight.

Those are the giant dragons serving as the air escort formation, and the two reconnaissance dragoons on the Winter.

"Talrond..." Byron smiled and muttered softly to himself.