Chapter 772 He Is Helfas

"What a fertile land."

"I will definitely build a new city on this island in the future, and there will be many people living here."

"Look at this bay, it's a natural harbor, what a suitable island for people to thrive."

Bass looked up at the island, his hands seemed to be praying.

Even though he had just defeated a terrible monster, he still had awe for this world.

They were a group of losers who were driven from the mainland to the sea in the past. They understood the difficulty of surviving on the sea and how precious the land was.

Bass and his friends stepped onto the island with some uneasiness, and finally left reluctantly.

Hanging the flag and sail of the victory return, everyone started the boat together.

Bass was still looking at the island.

He knew that he would come back here later, and he would clean up the monsters along the sea route and drive them away or seal them up.

Just like what the dragon kings had done from generation to generation, expanding the dragon people's territory to the distance little by little.

The ship was getting farther and farther away.

Bass turned his eyes to the direction of the way home and began to rethink the strange things that happened to him.

He didn't understand why he saw these, but it didn't seem to be a bad thing.

"So that's not the price and influence of gaining power. What I saw was the important inheritance and memories buried in my blood by my ancestors?"

Bass had heard of something.

Some people's ancestors had encountered some terrible weirdness and escaped from its hands. After their death, this memory and the perception of danger would be engraved deep in their blood.

Later, when his descendants encountered this weirdness, it had not yet revealed its form, but they were able to find its traces and dangers at the first time, and they had a strong sense of vigilance in their hearts and began to run away skillfully.

It was as if the fear and coping ability of this weirdness were deeply rooted in the body.

Bass believed that the pictures he had seen before were what his ancestors left in his blood and body.

It's just that others can only inherit vaguely, but he can see it directly for some reason.

In the following days.

Bass is still constantly remembering those long-lost pictures.

As time went by, the images he saw were farther and farther away from the past. At first, he could still vaguely distinguish which ancestor it was, but later he had no idea who the other person was.

And the clearest images were the scenes of Bass's father fighting against the weird when he was young. The farther the blood relationship was, the shorter and more blurred the images were.

Bass was immersed in these images and feelings, exploring the memories of his ancestors and the secrets of that long-ago era.

He enjoyed it so much that he couldn't even extricate himself.

Until the warriors around him discovered his problem, after a conversation, they asked him with some uneasiness and strangeness.

"Your Highness Prince Bass."

"Did something happen to you?"

"Sometimes we feel like you have suddenly become another person, and the tone and words you speak are different from before."

Bass suddenly realized that this power did not seem to bring all good things.

He saw the memories of his ancestors and was also influenced by them.

No wonder the "Black Iron Dragon" asked him to go back as soon as possible. If he continued like this, he might become less and less like himself and finally become another person.

He became a little anxious, and only then did he realize that a month was not far away.

Bass ordered the ship to speed up, but the scene he saw did not stop.

The scene he saw had passed through the golden age and arrived at the years when the Silver Dragon King was in power.

He saw the establishment of the Oil Bread City, and saw the strong and tall bronze dragon king Salunen, who was like a bronze statue, standing in the newly built city, accepting the worship and cheers of his ancestors.

The day before docking, the scene he saw had changed from a city-state to a tribe.

It seemed to have arrived at the oldest Black Iron Age in the legend.

The beginning of the dragon civilization.

He got drunk and slept until noon, walked out of the cabin to bathe in the sun, and then stretched hard.

The bright light aroused the memories in his blood, and he suddenly felt that the scene around him changed.

He knew that this should be the awakening of the memory of an ancestor engraved in his body.

He was a little panicked and afraid of the scenes he saw, but he still couldn't help being curious.

"Which ancestor's memories will I see this time?"

The era he traced back to was almost the end of recorded civilization, and it was hard for him to imagine what kind of scene he would see next.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulders sink.

The heavy and huge primitive bird spread its wings on his shoulders and made a harsh cry.

Then the blazing sun fell from the height, revealing the surrounding scene.

He found himself in a field of oil bread.

"He" kept moving his eyes upward and looked up into the distance.

There was a person walking on the road in the distance.

"Who is that?"

Under the golden sunlight.

The other party was walking on the road with a backpack on his back. His walking posture was different from that of the dragon man. It was obviously a mysterious existence in the form of a god.

I don’t know if it’s because the midday sun is too dazzling, or if this memory has a very special color for its owner.

The figure that Bass saw was so dazzling that it made people feel dazzling, like a god descending to the world.

Bass only felt that the light of the whole world gathered on that figure, turning the other party into gold, and the backpack he carried on his back seemed to contain a sun.

This is the most profound memory engraved in his ancestor’s body. It has not dissipated after so many years, and it is still circulating in Bass’s body.

Bass stared at the back and felt that "himself" raised his hand high.

Said: "Helfas, goodbye."

In an instant, Bass felt his body tremble.

"Helfas?"

The moment he read out this name, another more well-known name in his mind also blurted out.

"Black Iron Dragon King?"

Next.

He saw the man with the backpack turned around in a trance, and he saw the other party's black hair.

But he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly. The sun was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

In reality.

Bass stood on the deck, rushed forward step by step, and climbed to a high place.

He seemed to want to see more clearly, to see the man's appearance thoroughly.

But everything in front of him disappeared, leaving only a blue sea.

Bass stood on the high place, and became lost in an instant.

——

Bass Island.

In a two-story courtyard in the city.

The black-haired man stood in front of a bronze statue, closing his eyes as if communicating with the other party.

"Like Zi, it is just a part of the body's power and blood condensed into something."

"The core is not here."

"Did he enter reincarnation?"

"The merchant's consciousness cannot be found, and he does not seem to have resurrected."

"No, he chose to enter reincarnation, but did not choose to resurrect directly, but to accumulate strength."

Helfas opened his eyes.

Helfas's research on the bronze statue of the Bronze Dragon King is nearing its end. He is completely sure that the weirdness is the same as Zi said, and will enter reincarnation every once in a while.

The merchant also entered this state, but unlike Zi's passive choice, he seemed to have found a more proactive way for a dragon to enter reincarnation, and he was still using this method to reach a higher realm.

"Level 1, Level 2, Level 3, it's really straightforward naming."

"The merchant should have chosen to enter reincarnation after entering the third level, and the bronze statue will split every hundred years. It seems that this is a manifestation of its growing power."

"He is accumulating power in this way and then reaching a higher realm?"

Helfas didn't know what the higher realm was, but he was sure that all this was done by the merchant.

And according to the information he collected recently, the Silver Dragon King and the Gold Dragon King both have similar arrangements, and what they left behind also became the background and foundation for the dragon people to fight against weirdness and expand civilization.

He didn't completely confirm the details of these powers, how the extraordinary power is used, what the power of the third level and the subsequent transformation are.

But what he has learned so far is enough for Helfas.

It seems that he doesn't need to do anything at all. The merchant has planned everything and will wake up when the time comes.

Just like in the story, the rumors among the people are actually true.

In the empty house.

Helfas sat down, looking at the statue without taking his eyes off it.

Suddenly, he spoke.

"Merchant."

"Your power has protected one city after another, and you have done much better than me."

Even though the bronze dragon king Salun has entered reincarnation, his statues have been protecting the civilization on this continent for generations. For every additional bronze statue of him, there may be one more city in this world.

This statue is no exception, and it will also become a shelter for a city in the future.

After figuring this out, it was no longer useful to Helfas.

He had never really planned to take it away from the beginning.

At this time, there was a noisy sound outside the window.

Someone ran over from the dock and shouted.

"He's back."

"Prince Bass is back."

Someone shouted, but the pedestrians downstairs did not seem to be enthusiastic.

The passerby heard the shout and asked back: "That guy still has the nerve to come back, and he is no longer a prince."

The visitor shouted: "He found the Black Iron Seal Scale, and also found the island that is rumored to be larger than Bass Island, and at the same time sealed the monsters on the island."

The passerby asked in surprise: "Really?"

Then, the people on the whole street shouted together: "His Royal Highness Prince Bass is back."

Bass is back.

He returned with the flag of victory, appeared on the dock with the evil beast helmet and the black iron seal scale held high, and once again shocked the entire Bass Island.

Thousands of people went to the dock to see the evil beast helmet brought back by Bass. When they saw Bass put it on and became extremely tall, like a god of war, they exclaimed and sighed.

Standing in front of the window, Helfas also saw the little farce below, and noticed the scene of everyone despising in front and shouting in the back.

He just quietly packed up his things.

He knew that it was time for him to leave.

——

Bass was cheered by the crowd at the dock, and his adventure companions stood beside him.

People looked at Bass wearing the beast helmet in amazement, and looked at his tall and mighty body that reached four or five meters, and made all kinds of noises.

The old king also ran over from the palace with people after receiving the news. After arriving at the dock in a hurry, he became steady again.

When he saw Bass's shadow, he finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Bass also took off his helmet, restored his original appearance, and came to his father.

"Father, I'm back."

The old king didn't say much, just nodded.

"Good, good."

"I'm back."

But for Bass, this was undoubtedly the highest praise.

The crowd surrounded Bass and went back. When walking on the road, Bass suddenly saw a figure in the crowd while standing on the frame.

He immediately greeted his father, then left the frame and chased after the figure.

He ran very fast and disappeared in an instant.

The figure of the other party was as ethereal as the wind, and he tried his best to keep up with the other party.

Soon, he followed the figure to a beach next to the pier.

Helfas stood there waiting for Bass, and asked him when he approached.

"Did you feel anything unusual?"

Bass walked forward and immediately explained the situation he encountered.

Helfas: "I felt part of the memory of my ancestors from the blood. I didn't expect this to happen. It seems that the power of this profession is related to blood or reproduction?"

Helfas thought for a while and recorded this phenomenon.

He knew that Zi was an extraordinary professional earlier than the merchant, and the power she possessed was obviously a completely different career path from the existence of dragons. However, Zi did not go further on the career path than the dragon profession, and it can even be said that she has just started.

After all, the dragon profession has been continuously improved by generations of people to the present.

Although Zi sealed an extremely powerful monster at the beginning, far exceeding the merchants, it led to the inability to control this power, and was finally trapped in it.

Helfas knew the situation, so he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to Bass.

He held the bead in his sleeve, ready to remove the three special abilities given to Bass.

Invisible power poured into Bass' body.

The lines on his cheeks, the abnormalities on his body, and the seemingly endless strength were also continuously withdrawn.

Finally, they gathered in Helfas's other hand.

Helfas retracted his hand and told him.

"From now on, this situation should not happen to you again. Although the things you saw before and the influence you suffered cannot be removed, at least it will not be further deepened."

"I didn't take the bronze statue away. I left it where I live. You can take it yourself."

After removing the organ fusion power on Bass' body and telling him the location of the bronze statue, Helfas walked towards the coast step by step.

Bass looked at him and knew that he was going to leave the island.

He opened his mouth to say something, maybe to thank him, or to keep him.

But he didn't say it for a long time. It seemed that the other party didn't need his thanks at all, and his existence would never stay on this island.

The beach by the sea.

He saw Helfas turned around, lifted the hood behind his cloak and put it on his head.

But when he saw this scene, Bass was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, the scene he had seen in his ancestor's memory reappeared and overlapped in front of his eyes.

It was just that the figure was wearing the sealed farmer's hat, and the man in front of him was wearing the black hood of the cloak.

The man who was like a god and he couldn't see clearly suddenly merged with the figure in front of him.

Bass opened his mouth and said suddenly.

"You are not the black iron dragon from the Dragon Palace, you are the black iron dragon king Helfas."

"Really?"

Bass seemed to have finally confirmed the guess in his heart and said it in one go.

"What you said that day was that my ancestor and I are really alike."

"You mean the leader of the farmer tribe in ancient times, and the first farmer in the world. My ancestors came from the Oil Bread Tree City, and tracing back to the oldest farmer tribe."

Helfas did not answer, but he did not refute.

But this silence is the answer, Bass already knows the answer.

He stood behind Helfas and looked at him, his expression gradually became unbelievable, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak at all.

A person who lived nearly eight or nine hundred years ago stood in front of him alive, and his name ran through their entire civilization and history, and was engraved at the very beginning of history.

Bass guessed the truth himself, but in the end he couldn't believe it.

He didn't know why.

He found himself kneeling on the ground without even noticing it.

He looked at Helfas's eyes, as if he saw a god.

He finally understood why in the eyes of his ancestors, the other party was like a god shining with golden light, just like the feelings and emotions in his heart at this moment.

No matter for any dragon man, the other party's existence is too special.

Including Bass.

When he was very young, he grew up looking at each other's statues and listening to each other's stories.

His father would take him to the grotto and tell their stories along the statues of the Dragon Kings of all generations, and they would end in front of each other's statues.

The father and son would look up at each other with reverence and worship.

His father would say.

"Black Iron Dragon King Helfas."

"The oldest king of the dragon people, all our stories start with him."

"From him, we know what civilization is."

"We have writing..."

"We built cities..."

"We walked out of ignorance and barbarism..."

Helfas finally spoke: "You saw me from the farmer's memory!"

He finally admitted that he was Helfas, and Bass was finally able to speak.

He was very excited and kept nodding.

He said: "Yes, I saw it."

"I saw him standing in a field of oil and bread to see you off and say goodbye to you."

Helfas laughed, and seemed to recall that scene.

But he didn't say much about it. After a while, he finally said to Bass.

"Don't tell others that I'm back."

Bass looked at the other person with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why?"

"You are Helfas."

"You finally returned as predicted by everyone. You are the oldest king of all dragon people."

Helfas shook his head and said, "My time is over."

After saying this, Helfas turned his head and looked at Bass.

It was like turning his head to look at the farmer in the oil bread tree farmland on the road.

And Bass finally saw the last unclear picture in the memory of his ancestors, and saw the face of the farmer looking back at the light.

He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile.

"Farmer!"

Helfas was clearly looking at Bass, but he called out another person's name.

Across time, he really gave the farmer an answer.

"Hasn't the world and picture we longed for at the beginning already appeared? Now there is no need for me to do anything!"

After saying this.

A gust of wind blew, and Helfas turned into a ray of light and flew into the sky.

A shadow appeared in the sky, penetrating the sea of ​​clouds.

Finally, the dot disappeared.

Bass knelt on the ground and watched Helfas go away with the wind, and tears suddenly flowed down his face because of the last words he said.

The moment he heard him call him a farmer, he couldn't help crying.

That might not be his emotion, but it kept pouring out of this body, uncontrollably.

He wiped away his tears and smiled and shouted to the departing figure.

"Your era is not over, Lord Helfas!"

"Because all this is the continuation of your chapter."

He opened the chapter of civilization and history, allowing everyone to write their own stories on it, but no matter who opened this chapter, they would see the other party's name on the first page.