Chapter 1049： Hope and future

The meteor suddenly appeared in Melita's field of vision, with bright tail marks and scorching flames, and opened a striking trajectory in this dim dusk, as if a sharp blade suddenly split Talrond. The sky-soon, it disappeared from everyone's sight, tilted and fell to the distant earth.

After a while, Melita saw a hazy cloud of fire and dust rising near the horizon.

"Have you seen that!?" Merita only reacted at this time, staring at Karador and other people with wide eyes, "Is that... just a meteor!?"

"Meteor?" Calador said softly subconsciously, he raised his head-many dragons on the scene also raised their heads, and then most of them suddenly retracted their gaze to the sky like a conditioned reflex, as if feared The punishment that is coming is average, but that punishment has not yet come - looking at the stars is no longer a taboo on the continent of Tarrond.

Calador had only time to see the afterglow of the sky.

"That's weird... I don't know if it is a shooting star," Melita still looked into the distance, her tone a little uncertain, "I only accidentally saw a shooting star a few times, but the one just now... seems to be better than me. The meteors you have seen are slower, and there are long flames and smoke..."

Calador retracted his gaze toward the horizon, his gaze fell again on the container in front of Noretta. Before paying attention to the disappearing stars from the horizon, he first continued the previous topic: "We are going to take those dragons The egg is rescued-the one with less injury, the one with physical strength, and the one who can fly, stand up."

Melita looked around, and before she looked around the audience, there were already one figure after another from the dragon group.

"I still don't think it's a good idea to use my claws to dig those polymer smelts and alloy barriers," the black dragon not far from Melita shook his head, "but let me count as me-the black dragon is at least strong. a little."

Karador nodded: "Okay, then let's..."

Before the red dragon’s words fell, a sound of dragon wings agitating the air suddenly came from the sky. Melita subconsciously followed her reputation and saw a huge and old dragon spreading its wings, from the sky. Slowly descend.

It was a black dragon, but due to being too old, almost all the scales on his whole body were gray-white. A lot of traces of implant modification were all over his body. From forehead to tail, almost every inch of scales could be seen glowing. Metallic components-at this moment, many of the implants have been extinguished, and many parts are obviously being removed in half. This makes the old dragon look like a walk from a museum. The ancient machinery that came out was vicissitudes, ancient, majestic, but scarred.

At the moment the black dragon descended from the sky, almost all the dragons on the scene lowered their heads, even Melita was no exception-she recognized the identity of the black dragon, this is the great elder of the Senate, Du Lord Kemore. Although the Senate and the Senate are two independent institutions, Merita has rarely had contact with the members of the Senate, but at this moment, there is no difference between the Senate and the Senate on the land of Tarrond. , A surviving ancient dragon is the supreme treasure.

"Elder Duke Moore," the red dragon Calador immediately stepped forward, "Why are you here? Your implant surgery has not been completed. These components must be removed as soon as possible..."

"I'm okay-the advantage of the primitive implant is that even if it is out of the Omega system, its basic life-sustaining function can still function normally," Elder Dukemore said slowly in a hoarse voice, "You just saw Did something fall from the sky? It landed on the northwest side of the camp..."

"I saw it!" Melita said immediately, "It looks like a shooting star!"

"Meteor?" Duke Moore lowered his head, staring at Merita with huge gray eyes and a mechanical eye. "No, that's not a meteor... I received the ancient navigation signal, that is our leader. came back……"

Then he didn't care about Melita and the expressions of confusion and confusion of the dragons around him, but turned directly to Karador: "I need one or two helpers to go to the crash site with me to investigate the situation."

Melita blinked. Although she was still a little confused, she knew that Elder Duke Moore dragged this body to appear here for a very important purpose. She looked at Noretta, who was standing not far away. And the compatriots who were about to set off to dig the dragon eggs, then stood up without hesitation: "I'll go with you-the others are going to the hatchery to find if there are any surviving dragon eggs."

"Well, then, Merita, you will act with Elder Dukemore. The others who have just stood up to go with Noreta to dig out dragon eggs in the ruins of the incubator factory," Calador nodded quickly, and looked at the old man before him. The black dragon, "Elder, is only Merita a helper enough? If it is not enough, there will be..."

"Enough, we are just investigating the situation," Elder Duke Moore said in a deep voice, "I will take care of this, and at the same time...I hope you can go all out to save those dragon eggs-that is The hope and future of Tarrond."

...

To the northwest of the Argundor ruins, after crossing a molten lava lake and a steep wall that had solidified into glass, it was the final crash site of the Tarrond.

The big pit created by the fall of the core cabin is still filled with amazing heat. The smoke that rises is mixed with the unique smell of burning certain polymers. The liquid material leaked from the spacecraft’s pipes is spilled on the side of the pit, and it is rising. Burning with blue-green flames.

At the bottom of the big pit, a group of twisted metal that is almost invisible is half buried in the loose and hot mud and sand. The appearance of the metal is extremely miserable, as if it has experienced difficult challenges that the world cannot imagine. , But even so, part of its core frame structure is still stable, and the reinforced alloy wall covering the frame remains largely intact.

This was an astonishing fall-but it was also a "safe crash" that was accurately calculated.

After dozens of minutes, the wreckage that fell from space finally had something else: loud noises came from the depths of the wreckage, as if someone inside it was hitting the distortions with great force. The deformed alloy guard plate, and bright light shines from the gap between the guard plate and the frame. It seems that someone is using powerful magic to cut the deformed and stuck frames. This rough "dismantling" process continues. It took a long time, and finally with a loud sound of metal breaking and flying out, a large piece of the protective plate on the surface of the wreck was finally removed and flew straight out of the fall pit.

Afterwards, a huge silver-white dragon claw came out from the hole that had just opened. The huge claw pulled forcefully, opening the hole further, and then tossed for a while before the silver-white dragon was scarred. The body sticks out of the hole.

Immediately behind this silver-white dragon are Herragor and Andal who have transformed into dragon forms.

They struggled to get through the wreckage of the spaceship that had been completely destroyed and was burning. Although it had transformed into a powerful dragon, the impact of the fall still caused them considerable damage. The three primordial dragons dragged their entire body with scars and dizzy heads. After a while in the impact pit, they recovered slightly, and then they supported each other for a long time before they finally came outside the impact pit.

The silver-white dragon turned his head and looked at the wreck of the spaceship that was hitting the bottom of the pit with thick smoke. It took a long time to let out a long sigh with inexplicable sentiment: "This time it was completely destroyed..."

"Don't feel sorry for the spaceship, Balogall, how many times did we turn in orbit..." Beside the silver-white dragon, the old black dragon kept shaking its dizzy head, the sequelae caused by the shutdown of various implants It makes him more difficult to adapt to the current environment than the other two companions. The noise in the nervous system constantly interferes with his judgment. "I feel like I have seen sunrise and sunset more than a dozen times..."

"It's a lot more than that. We've been slowing down and circling fast after reaching low-Earth orbit..." Herragor, who has golden scales, raised his head and looked towards the empty sky, "We should be grateful for these circles. If it hadn’t been for such a long time to decelerate, we would probably have become a part of this land now-the impact of falling directly to the ground from space, even the dragon would not be able to withstand it.”

"This land..." Balogre finally recovered some strength. He listened to Herragor's words, slowly propped up his huge upper body, raised his head high and stared at this devastated place for several minutes. Li did not speak, until a particularly bitter wind blew through his ears, he took a breath, "have we returned to Tarrond?"

"...I'm not sure, but there seems to be no other explanation," Herragor said in a low tone. "When I could see the scenery outside the window for the last time, I saw that we were falling towards the North Pole, so the only thing we could land. The place should be Tarrond."

Andal also raised his head. He silently stared into the distance, and the mechanical artificial eye embedded in the side of his head flashed a faint red light. Although the Omega system was offline, there were many implants in this ancient dragon. Transformation is very old technology, they are inefficient, but can operate on their own without Omega.

After looking at it for a long time, Andal finally broke his silence: "Is this really Tarrond..."

"This is what it looks like now... I have seen this look in countless dreams and in the'revelations' shown to me by the gods," Herragor took a step forward. At the feet of the golden dragon, the scorching and dry ground cracked every inch, and the rock that had become extremely fragile in the high temperature turned into dust, "...Andal, Balogall, the scene I see at this moment is even better than that." The "Revelation" is better, after all, the three of us are still alive."

"Yeah, we are still alive," Barroger shook his head incredibly. "So why are we still alive? What was it that finally appeared...what pushed us back from space?"

"I don't know, but this is obviously a carefully calculated'rescue'," Herragor said. "Without extremely accurate calculations, we would not be able to come back alive without the power and attitude control."

The three Taikoo dragons fell silent at the same time. This unexpected "survival" was so bizarre, and there was no clue to the situation, so that even the wise dragon could not think of the slightest clue at this moment.

This silence lasted for a few minutes before Balroger said in a low voice: "So, what do we do next? What else can we do in this wasteland?"

Andal on the side sighed: "Anyway, it's no longer a word solitaire."

Herragor shook his head, thinking while saying: "I need to think about what we will do next, this wasteland... We are probably the last remaining ancestorsaurus, Omega should already……"

"Wait, Herragor," Andal interrupted him suddenly. The old black dragon raised his head and stared at the distant sky. "You just said that we are probably the last remaining ancestor dragon?"

"Ok?"

"It seems that something is flying over," Andal raised a huge wing and pointed it in a certain direction in the sky. "...Are you not familiar with it?"

In the distant sky, a huge and old black dragon was approaching quickly, and another small blue dragon flew behind the black dragon. Apparently they had discovered the crash pit on the ground, and they accelerated their speed by coincidence, swooping. Stance rushed here.

Near the crash pit, Andar, Hragor, and Balogir all saw figures appearing in the sky, and besides Balogre, who had not returned to Tarrond for many years, the other two "people" Even the identities of the two figures have been recognized visually. Herragor stared at the sky, and a complex emotion suddenly appeared in his citrine eyes: "...Perhaps, what we see is only the node of Omega..."

As soon as this statement came out, Andal and Balogre both fell silent. They both knew all the original instructions of Omega, and naturally also knew what would happen when this final battle ended-in order to avoid it as much as possible. The influence of “humanity” prevents Omega from producing a “heart” and establishes a connection with the gods. They set up the operation logic of Omega millions of years ago, and the latter will be the most efficient, precise and coldest The future of the entire dragon race is determined by Omega’s AI. In the simulation feedback generated by thousands of test runs, Omega did not hesitate to implement the plan to erase all dragons’ minds...

In the complex emotions, the three Primordial dragons watched the two figures flying from a distance getting closer and closer. They watched them slow down at low altitude and gradually approached the ground. They saw the old black dragon steady The ground landed in the ruins, and the blue dragon seemed to fail to see where it fell under his feet.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while.

Balroger turned his head slightly and looked at the silent Herragor.

"How do I feel that this is not like an Omega node?"