Chapter 1032： Eternal end

The old black dragon with a highly mechanized whole body, and the golden dragon with many magic runes on it, suddenly rushed out of this battlefield one after another at the most intense moment of the **** battle of this doomsday, towards the tower The southern coast of the Errond Continent rushed away, and their sudden action immediately caused the reaction of the "Chaotic Dragon" that obscured the sky.

In the sky, thick and chaotic clouds suddenly rolled violently, like boiling hot soup, and lightning flashes brewing and forming in the depths of the clouds; under the clouds, there are enough to cover an entire city, composed of countless chaotic limbs and dysfunctions. The aggregate of the gods formed by the condensed form of matter uttered a thunderous roar. Around the huge body, even the light appeared obviously distorted-the supreme ruler of Talrond for millions of years, created by the dragons themselves The "gods" seemed to realize what kind of apostasy the two dragons that had suddenly left the battlefield wanted to carry out. Even though he was irrational, he also showed the anger that changed the color of the world.

The sky cracked open, and a rift valley pierced through the sky over the Tarrond continent. In the rift valley, countless pairs of eyes looked at the burning dragon kingdom with icy eyes, and at the same time there were thousands of tongues, Thousands of throats roared in the rift, the dragon of confusion climbed upside down on the edge of the rift, and cast crazy gazes in the direction of Herragor and Andal-in the gaze of the "gods" Below, the edge of the continent began to crack, the steel was melted, the shield disappeared out of thin air, and the powerful missile was swallowed by the shadow before it touched the gods. This is a devastating sight, even beyond the scope of mortal reason.

However, Omega's resistance came in an instant: one after another dragon army rushed from afar, instantly filling the gaps melted by the gaze of the gods, and a larger number of weapon arrays activated among the distant mountains and will survive. All of the ammunition poured into the rift valley behind the Dragon of Chaos, the weather controller originally used to maintain ecological balance was also activated again, and the power of storm, thunder, rain and snow were all mobilized to oppose the gradually cracking sky. ...

Herragor and Andar rushed to the sea, and the eyes of destruction were pressing behind them. Even though thousands of compatriots and a large number of self-discipline weapons were desperately intercepting them, they still felt that the shadow of death had not left for a moment. Myself—behind them, the continent was burning, the sea was boiling, and the dark clouds flashed and thundered. Several times, Herragore felt the burning pain from the scales on his tail, but he didn’t even once. Look back.

The Dragons waited for 1.87 million years to wait for this opportunity, and now it's all over after looking back.

This terrible flight lasted for an unknown amount of time. Herragor and Andar rushed out of the border of Tarrond, out of the offshore waters of the Dragon Kingdom, and out of the frozen Arctic ocean, with countless glaciers behind them. Fragmented, countless scattered islands collapsed behind them, and the anger of the gods had crossed such a long distance without decay, and finally, a magnificent "giant curtain" appeared in front of them.

The towering cloud wall slowly rotates over the sea, seemingly slow, but deadly cyclones and violent storms are brewing and forming around the cloud wall every minute and every second. The hurricane rolls up tens of thousands of tons of sea water and blows. The coming storm caused all the legendary powerhouses to retreat - they reached the edge of the eternal storm, and reached the last border between the dragon kingdom and the human world.

Without the slightest hesitation, Herragor and Andar rushed directly into the violent storm, and the "Wrath of the Gods" from Tarrond followed them and hit the sky-wide cloud wall. However, This time, the wrath of the gods, which seems to be able to destroy everything, did not easily split the obstacles in front of them for the first time-the thick and rotating cloud wall seemed to contain incredible power, and this power began to confront the wrath of the gods. The person actually fell into a stalemate for a while.

Inside the eternal storm, lightning and thunder continued, torrential rain poured down, and the violent air currents were engulfed in the cold wind and ice crystals that could instantly kill the strong beasts. However, to Andal and Hragor, all this was like a spring breeze. .

Compared with the angry "gaze" from the gods outside, the environment in the eternal storm can be described as gentle.

The golden dragon and the black dragon circled twice in the storm. They exchanged glances in the air, and then they lowered their height without hesitation and swooped down toward the "base" position at the deepest part of the storm.

Through the hurricane, through the heavy rain, through this endless vortex, at this moment, Hragor actually had some hallucinations-he seemed to go back 1.87 million years ago, back to his first rush On the journey of this battlefield, he raised his eyes, as if seeing a group of dragons flying from the clouds, golden glow shining on their slender and strong bodies, the sea is endless, and the fighting spirits of the tribe in the steel giant The ship and the floating fortress are preparing for battle...

However, a flash of lightning burst at close range, tearing all the scenes in memory to pieces. Hragor opened his eyes and saw only the chaotic and cold storm raging around him, and the only person who accompanied him was old enough. The old friend whose scales were pale and whose whole body was distorted by mechanical transformation.

Herragor opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the next second, he felt like he had penetrated an invisible "veil"-after a slightly cold touch, all the voices around him disappeared. The whole world is quiet.

He entered the base of the eternal storm, and entered the deepest part of the secret realm that had been sealed off for 1.87 million years.

In the dark blue space, everything is still in the long past time and space, the black sea is frozen like ice, and countless twisted and weird "images of the gods" maintain their attacking posture at the edge of the space. The body of the dragon group The posture was also frozen, becoming a part of the phantom of this stagnant time and space, and in the center of everything, the deepest part of the entire stagnant time and space, the elegant and white "tower" made of metal is still quiet. The ground stands on the sea.

The gesture of pointing straight to the sky is still deeply imprinted in the minds of Herragor and Andal today.

Andal and Herragor glide on the sea, flying towards the direction of the tower. This space is so quiet that the sound of wings passing through the air became the only sound here, but soon there was another sound. Other sounds came into the ears of the two giant dragons - it was a crisp sound as if the crystals were gradually cracking, coming from a light voice, but it was particularly noticeable in this quiet space.

Herragor looked up subconsciously. He saw that the translucent "spherical shell" above the stagnant time and space was gradually spreading small cracks, and the chaotic shadow on the outside of the spherical shell was slowly rotating, in the thick ocean water. There was an indescribable flow of light.

Andal's voice came from the side: "He is attacking this space... I thought it could be resisted for a longer time."

Herragor’s voice was very low: "One hundred and eighty-seven million years ago, there was no success here to stop him. It is still impossible today after 1.87 million years-but it’s okay, everything has changed. History will not be repeated here."

As they spoke, they had already crossed the last metal circle around the "tower" and approached a platform somewhere in the upper part of the tower. They lowered their height towards there, and the dragon's figure began to change in mid-air, almost in the blink of an eye. , The huge dragon body turned into a human form.

Herragor stood steadily on the edge of a half-moon platform. Beside him, Andal's figure also fell down-but the old speaker staggered and nearly fell on the last step of the landing.

Herragor hurriedly reached out to support the opponent. After the latter stood firm, he smiled and shook his head: "I haven't been flying in too many years... It was okay to be controlled by Omega before, but now I can hardly land smoothly."

Herragor just patted the opponent on the shoulder, then he raised his head and looked at the end of the platform.

A figure wearing a pale golden robe stood there, and as Herragor looked at it, the figure seemed to turn its head back here-but it was just an illusion. In the next second, the figure was silent. The breath dissipated in the air.

It was him 1.87 million years ago-only a phantom was left here.

Andal watched this scene quietly. He seemed to want to speak, but in the end all the words turned into a soft sigh. He shook his head and stepped forward, while Herragor followed closely-they Over the front of the platform, over the place where the dissipated figure once stood.

After a few minutes, they had already walked through the arc-shaped passage at the other end of the platform, following the route in memory, they finally came to the end of a step near the highest point of the "high tower".

A huge gate stood quietly in front of them. Next to the gate, stood a middle-aged man with short gray hair, a high nose, and a firm face—that was the ruler of the Sacred Dragon Principality, Balogel K. Grand Duke Nar.

"Unexpectedly, you have arrived," Hragor saw the other person, with a smile on his face, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see," Balroger's gaze moved between Herragor and Andal, and a rare smile appeared on his always too serious face, "I thought you could no longer find this position. ——When I saw you flying here, I thought about whether to light up the lights here to guide you."

"In fact, I think I can't find this place..." Herragor closed his eyes lightly, with a smile on his face, "but when I close my eyes, everything here is still so clear."

"That's the end of the emotional time, we have to complete the last step," Andal's old and low voice came from the side, interrupting the "reality" of Herragor and Balogre, "Balog Yeah, have you checked it?"

"While waiting for you, I roughly checked the situation inside: the power of the eternal storm and the power of the gods have stagnated everything here, and the years have not destroyed our efforts-it is still in good condition as it was before, even There is not even a trace of aging. I just successfully activated the lift to the deep layer and activated the deep energy group, which slightly loosened the current time and space. I think this is even ready for departure."

Herragor stared into Balroger's eyes and couldn't help saying: "After so many years, you are still the best mechanic..."

"Thanks for your compliment, Chief." Barroger said, and at the same time stepped aside, making an inviting gesture, "Come on-the three of us have left our posts for too long."

The ancient heavy gate opened silently. In this stagnant time and space, 1.87 million years did not corrode the miracle that the dragons once created with the power of the whole clan-Andal and He Lagor stepped into the gate, and the lights came on as they entered.

Balogel followed closely behind.

They passed through a short corridor, through a connection that was too large for a human body, and they arrived at a circular platform where a cylindrical elevator was already waiting.

There are flashing lights on the surface of the elevator, and the clean alloy shell is marked with useful information with concise and clear symbols-it is a completely different style from the extravagant and decadent Tarrond, Herragor I haven't seen it for many years.

The elevator descended silently, sending the three humanoid dragons to the depths of this "tall"-they passed through the isolation walls and heavy gates in the elevator shaft, and the entire descending process lasted for half a minute , The elevator stopped in a wide place like a control room.

After stepping out of the elevator, the lights in front of Herragor's eyes brightened simultaneously. He saw the wide hall. The hall was built in the ancient dragon style with pillars and there were many seats between the pillars. Everything was as deep in his memory. Looks like.

They quickly found their own seats-the three seats are so obvious, they are located at the end of the hall, and they are still as new as ever after a long time.

A slight vibration came from the outside, and the air seemed to be filled with a chilling malice and madness, powerful beyond mortal imagination.

However, compared with the past more than one million years, this breath has been weakened countless times, even to the point where Herragor can resist it with willpower.

He knew that this kind of "weakening" was paid for at a huge price.

The three of them did not communicate. They just walked forward silently and sat in the chair silently. Ballogel began to operate many buttons in front of him, Andal activated the system he was responsible for, and Herragor put his hand on the seat. On the front crystal bulge, many magic branches in the crystal were carefully controlled-so an ancient creation gradually awakened from the dust.

In front of them, the huge arc-shaped window was brightened and turned into a projection curtain showing the external scene. In the clear image, one could see the sky near the "tower" and see the light that was constantly permeating in. And the phantoms of dragons still in the sky.

Andal's eyes couldn't help but fall on the phantoms of the dragons, his hand was placed next to a certain panel on the right side of the seat, but before performing the operation, he still couldn't help but whispered: "Would you like to look again? After that, I will never see them again."

Herragor's gaze also fell on the illusions of the past. In those images, he found many figures he used to be familiar with, former friends, former lovers, former children...those at 1.87 million The name that passed away in the battle of disobedience a year ago slowly flowed out of his heart, but he closed his eyes.

"Navigator Andal, I authorize you to activate the engine-let these phantoms free, they are already in our hearts."

"Yes, Captain."

Andal took a deep breath and activated the last process of the system.

The next moment, a deep roar came from the huge and ancient behemoth, and the vibration of the entire hall heralded that the "first voyage" that had been delayed for millions of years had finally started.

Herragor felt a gentle but firm acceleration.

Outside, the time and space that had been stagnant for 1.87 million years finally began to disintegrate, the sea began to surging, the ancient phantoms dissipated one by one, and the metal "tower" at the center of the vortex also began to rise little by little—it was hidden. The intact body in the deep sea gradually surfaced. First, the bow pointed to the sky like a sword, then the tower-like hull, and then the auxiliary engine group arranged in the middle of the hull, the raised reactor array, antenna and radar. System, and the huge-scale main engine nozzle...

This is not a tower.

This is a spaceship.