Dragon Who Controls Time

He gave the priest of the Holy See of Light a chance, but after he failed to grasp it, Garen decided not to say anything about the Black Sun sculpture for the time being.

He chose to wait until he had time and confidence, and then went to the headquarters of the Holy See of Light to ask the three emperors of the Holy See of Light directly to see if he would change his mind and exchange it for other treasures.

The blessing and protection of the God of Light... He has no blessings anyway, and whoever loves it will give it to whomever.

Garen's idea is very firm, and there is not enough benefit. Even if the evil god can really come down through this incarnation and bring disaster and darkness to the Noah continent, he can't take out his precious collection for free.

No dragon would do this, not even a golden or silver dragon.

If someone asks them to selflessly contribute their collections, they will definitely experience the anger from Shanlong.

If it's an exchange, that's another story.

"Your Excellency Yinlong, if you get news about the black sun sculpture in the future, please inform the Holy See of Light to stop the boundless darkness that is about to erode the light."

The priest bowed and saluted, and said seriously to Garen.

"At that time, the Holy See of Light will not forget your contribution."

Garen touched the dragon's horns, looked down at the priest who asked politely, and said in a calm voice with no emotion, "I'll consider it."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Immediately after the pastor showed gratitude, the pastor raised his head, looked up at the body of the silver-glowing dragon with respect, and said, "This neighborhood is not your territory. thing?"

An adult silver dragon appeared in the Dragon's Back Mountains. It wouldn't be for no reason. Jialong turned his head and looked towards the south. He squinted and said, "I'm going to the human kingdom in the south. I'm just passing by and taking a break."

He didn't sleep for a long time, the sun just rose from the horizon to the middle of the sky, and he felt the approach of these people, so he woke up from his sleep.

"I see."

The priest nodded suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, he sighed faintly and said to Jia Long, "I heard that the silver dragon loves human society. I think you want to go to the human kingdom to enjoy the tour."

"However, your timing may not have been so good."

Jialong's eyes moved slightly and said, "Is the timing bad?"

The priest nodded and said in a sympathetic voice: "The land of the human country has been soaked in blood and death, and the war is continuous, and the scene of peace and tranquility will not be reappeared."

"The war is swept up, the smoke of gunpowder is in the air, the evil gods are hiding in the dark corners to peep at the light, and the timing is simply terrible."

There were a few hints of helplessness on the resolute faces of the priest and the surrounding paladins.

They are believers of the God of Light, and the first requirement of the believers of the God of Light is goodness and justice.

As good people, they feel compassion for the current state of human society.

But in Noah Continent, the Holy See of Light has never intervened in human wars, and now there is a threat from the evil gods, they can't do much for those caught in the war.

"If you go to the human kingdom with kindness and compassion, you may come back disappointed."

Garen's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Why does the real dragon care about the battle between humans?"

The pastor was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong.

He originally thought that Gallen would also feel sorry for the dire human society, and maybe provide some help, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Those rumors that the silver dragon is kind, maybe just some conjectures... The pastor laughed at himself, and at the same time reflected on himself, he naively believed that the silver dragon would sympathize with human beings, just because of the records he read in some books or heard in the crowd. Kind.

Dragons are not common. Most humans know about dragons through some records that have been handed down. They are actually not sure if they are true or not.

"Your Excellency Yinlong, sorry for disturbing your rest again."

"If you have nothing else to do, we are leaving, and there are too many dark shadows to explore.

The cleric's voice and manner of speaking are respectful of the mighty creatures, without a hint of disrespect.

Garen didn't answer.

He stretched his dragon wings, blocking out a large area of ​​sunlight, and the shadows extended.

Immediately, the dragon wing waved lightly, and the gust of wind grew.

The silver dragon flew into the sky, intertwined with golden sunlight and faint silver light, and disappeared from everyone's field of vision in a blink of an eye.

An invisible oppressive force permeating the air disappeared at the same time, and everyone felt that a huge boulder was being pressed away from their hearts, and they let out a long sigh of relief.

"If this is an evil dragon, then we...

A burly and tall middle-aged paladin looked at the direction Gallen was leaving, frowning.

"If it is an evil dragon, the loyal believers of the God of Light will naturally not be afraid of a battle, and use the power of God to wash away the evil."

The young paladin had a solemn voice.

The priest glanced at the young paladin, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed together, and then shook his head indistinctly.

The priest has a devout belief in the God of Light, but his experience has taught him that belief can give boundless courage and strength, but in many cases, it cannot help him overcome stronger existences.

"Singhson, God taught us courage and love, not arrogance and ignorance."

"Recite the teachings three thousand times in your heart as a warning."

The young paladin trembled, and after recovering, he said, "Thank you for your reminder."

The group set off again, took firm steps, crossed the mountains and rivers, and swept the dark corners of the Longji Mountains one by one with an evil atmosphere.

Several thousand meters in the sky, Garen looked up at the dazzling orange-yellow fireball and blinked.

Looking directly at the sun with the eyes of a real dragon, there is no sour feeling.

The sun, radiating infinite light and heat, aroused Kanon's interest.

"This sun is like a big fireball...

Kanon felt the temperature from the sun, and his expression moved slightly.

A few seconds later, he shook his head, took his eyes away from the sun, and at the same time restrained his mind, while flying gallopingly following the sense of connection of the Red Flame Staff, while looking down at the world below.

After crossing the Dragon's Back Mountains and continuing to the south, Garon saw some shadows of human villages and towns.

But without exception, these villages and towns appear dilapidated and dead.

The super vision allows him to see the scene clearly.

Burnt houses, broken walls, devastated floors...

Occasionally, some fairly intact human villages and towns have very few residents, and most of them are old people, women,

The children...the men who were left with more or less disabilities.

The faces of these people were worried and uneasy, and almost none of them had a smile on their face, or just forced a smile.

"This war has been going on for almost a year."

Kanon recalled some of the things he asked about from Amos.

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