Chapter 219 Descendants of the Dragon

The dream seemed to return to the moment when I fell into the sea.

I couldn't breathe in the cold sea water, and I instinctively tried to grab something in the water, but the light in front of me was still moving away, gradually falling deeper into the sea...

At that moment, the memories in my mind seemed to be recurring.

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"My child, you will inherit the ancient mission and protect the monastery's biggest secret. You will be the last lock of the monastery."

Ignorant and ignorant, the one-year-old myself was still staggering when I walked, but in front of me, the old monk looked at me with complicated eyes.

It's incredible. Although I was only one year old, I seemed to have a certain understanding ability at that time, and I could understand what the old monk in front of me was saying, but I still didn't quite understand what some words meant.

In front of her, the old monk said slowly.

"Now, many people, including the Priory, mistakenly believe that preserving the world's secret key is the purpose of the Priory... But this is not the case. Long before the world's secret key appeared in this world, the Priory was It has been going on silently for thousands of years. Keeping the secret key of the world is just one of the accusations made by the Priory. The Priory has always had a sacred responsibility..."

"Only five people in the world can know this sacred responsibility, the Master of the Monastery, the three elders of the Monastery, and..."

The old monk paused for a moment, then looked at the young child in front of him and said in a solemn voice.

"Guardian of the Priory—you and your ancestors."

ancestor?

Young children are not yet able to understand the meaning of this sentence.

But the old monk did not explain more. He just put his old hand on the top of her head and softly recited the ancient hymn that everyone in the monastery would give when the masters of the past generations succeeded to the throne.

Leonardo da Vinci once heard this eulogy, Newton once heard it, Hugo once heard it...

The meaning of this eulogy can only be truly understood by the masters and elders of the past who know the secret.

"The gods rejoice, the gods rejoice... You are the one who knows destiny, you are the one who sees the secrets, inherits the ancient bloodline, and keeps the eternal loyalty. You need to remember that you must not say things that cannot be said, and you must not hear or hear sounds. , the invisible appearance..."

That chant sounds like it is talking about one's own life.

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After that, a little girl named Wendy who grew up in England relied on her intelligence and innocent background to be absorbed by an organization called "Brother John" under the Priory. She became a logistics intelligence officer and learned how to mediate. It is about the knowledge between the inner world and the external world.

Because of this, I met that young and indifferent young man...

The long memory, before that, was always boring training, training, training, training... It was as pale as a black and white photo. Only after meeting that young man, the pale world gradually became more colorful. .

He is a cold and ruthless person, but only rarely will he show that lonely sadness when no one is around. There is always a vacancy in his heart that is difficult to fill.

In the eyes of that young man, she was just a very young girl, just a little sister. However, her natural precocity made her mentally more like his peers.

How many times had she wanted to be close to the boy who had a vacancy in her heart.

I want to be held in his arms, I want to rub his ears and temples, I want to smell his rich breath, I want to kiss his thin lips, I want to lick his earlobes, I want to have his strong arms around my waist, I want to Touching the scars on his back, wanting to be kissed by moist lips everywhere on his body... I wanted to do all kinds of things that adults can do.

She loves him, but he doesn't know it.

Many times, she couldn't help but think about how wonderful it would have been if she had been born ten years earlier, even just five years.

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Scenes of memories were recalled in my mind, and finally dispersed one by one in the blur of consciousness.

I don't know how much time passed before a deep voice sounded in my ears.

"...Great, there are still descendants who survived..."

"...Although he no longer has the body of a dragon, he still has the blood of a dragon..."

"...I am waiting for the last descendant..."

For some reason, the language used by those non-human voices was clearly incomprehensible to me, but I was able to understand the meaning of the language, as if by instinct.

Miraculous power gradually filled his body. Within his body, his dead heart began to beat powerfully again, delivering blood with ancient power to his body and limbs.

Slowly opening his eyes, there was a faint shimmer in front of him, and there was endless darkness vaguely above. When he opened his mouth, he realized that he was still in the water, but the strange thing was that he didn't need to breathe anymore.

He stood up with difficulty, surrounded by the corpses of many huge creatures. The long ribs and wing bones had turned into fossils over the long years, but the bones of these giant beasts were emitting a faint gleam. A faint glimmer of light illuminates this dark underwater world.

Among those bones, I could feel the subtle sounds coming from the corpses, and the corpses seemed to be calling me.

He hesitantly reached out his hand, and when he touched the corpses, a huge force along with many images poured directly into his body.

In a daze, the dead corpses seemed to come to life in front of him, the lost flesh and blood were refilled, the broken bones were reshaped, and finally stood up one by one, soaring in front of him...

It seems like I have returned to that mythical era, where the broad dragon wings covered the sky and the sun, the roaring dragon roar shook the sky, thousands of giant dragons soared in the sky, and all living creatures were trembling in fear of the power of dragons.

Those giant dragons that were more than tens of meters long and as huge as hills waved their broad dragon wings. The flapping dragon wings formed a storm in the air. Countless dragons soared in the sky, and their huge figures covered the sky. It emits a dragon roar that shakes the heaven and earth, and when the deep and shocking dragon roar comes together, it is like an epic poem sung by the dragons.

However, there was an indescribable torrential rain falling from the sky, and the whole world was shrouded in unprecedented rain and fog.

The breath of the dragons can destroy any strong enemy, but it cannot burn this world with heavy rain. Every time the dragons flap their wings and fly a foot, the sea water in the entire world will rise ten feet.

In this vast ocean world, the huge swaying ship is the only hope, but no dragon can fly on the ship.

Day after day, one by one, the dragons fell into the sea and drowned due to exhaustion. The sad dragons did not give up, because they had seen hope. The phantoms of the dead dragons made bursts of dragon roars in the sky. , chanting the dragon's epic and the dragon's story to the descendants of the dragon who were watching all this.

"...the last descendant, the last dragon..."

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When I woke up in a daze, I saw a simple shed roof in front of me, with sparse sunlight shining into it through the roof. There was only one piece of clothing on his body, and he felt a pain from his abdomen. He was about to get up, but a hand held him down.

"Don't move until the wound on your abdomen is healed."

Following the hand, I saw Joan beside her, and beside her was Roberts, whose hands and legs were fixed with rough wooden boards. Roberts woke up early and was turning to look at her.

Of the two injured, one was severely injured in the abdomen, and the other had multiple fractures all over his body. Only Qiong was intact for the time being.

If Roberts had not experienced life and death many times and encountered similar situations, and carefully instructed Joan on how to fix her wounds, I am afraid that Joan would have been at a loss.

"This is an isolated island. It seems that there will be no danger for the time being."

After confirming that Wendy was fine, Joan wisely left the small shed. She knew that her father and adoptive mother had a lot to say between them.

A man and a woman fell into silence. After a while, Roberts spoke first.

"Wendy...I just had another headache."

Wendy didn't speak, she just listened calmly. This was a habit developed between the two of them over the years.

On the side, Roberts spoke slowly.

"After that incident, I suffered from headaches...Wendy, you told me that it was caused by that incident. I had to take medicine regularly. I have never doubted this. But Wendy, Tell me now..."

Roberts looked at Wendy who was standing aside, his eyes were extremely complex.

"Do I really have a headache? Or is it because of your medicines?"

"I haven't taken medicine for a long time. Just when I had a headache, some vague memories sounded in my mind... some memories that I couldn't remember at all. What happened that day? What on earth did you give me to eat? Medicine? What is a Priory Guardian? Why are those guys going after Joan? Why are you a dragon? Why... why have you been hiding it from me all this time?"

Roberts was about to say something more, but stopped abruptly. He gritted his teeth and looked at the girl he had grown up with, but he realized that this girl he thought he was familiar with was so strange.

He was silent for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Now, you can tell me everything."

Faced with Roberts' questioning, Wendy remained silent for a moment. She covered the wound on her abdomen and struggled to stand up. Compared to Roberts, who had fractures all over his body, her wound was relatively minor.

The clothes she was wearing fell off immediately, and her beautiful and graceful body was exposed in front of Roberts, but Wendy didn't feel any shame about it.

The shed was not far from the beach. Looking at the ocean not far away and the junction of sea and sky further away, the cold sea breeze blew on her naked body, and Wendy was inexplicably silent.

"You...really want to know?"

He raised his hand, slightly pulling his long messy hair to his ears, and said in a cold voice.

To which Roberts simply replied.

"I must know."

"Then... let me tell you the biggest secret of the Priory of Sion."

The owner of that graceful body turned her head, her beautiful face, and her golden dragon eyes looked at Roberts behind her, and she said softly.

"This is all related to Sister Betty..."