Dragon Who Controls Time

"Ok, I see."

After listening to what Kanon said, Yuna nodded earnestly, saying that she would do her best to cooperate with Kanon.

Immediately, Garen took a deep breath, and the river of time was inhaled into his body along with his breathing, and quickly transformed into the power of time he possessed. Garen dispelled all the distracting thoughts in his heart, and his eyes gradually became focused. .

The platinum dragon pupil reflects the illusory long river of time.

With Garen's thoughts, the power of time in his body began to move, and the black scales on the neck, chest, abdomen, wrist, and three places glowed a faint light that was difficult for ordinary people to see. At the same time, like silk threads The power of time radiated from the inside out, and quickly disappeared into the surrounding time river according to Garen's thoughts.

Yuna stared at Kanon without blinking.

She is not a dragon of time, is not favored by the long river of time, and she is not strong enough to see the spiritual power of the long river of time.

However, because the power has a certain influence on the time, she can also vaguely perceive some changes in the time when Garen is attracting the power with her full attention.

Yuna did not act rashly.

She waited for the instructions of Jialong. The leader of this experiment was Jialong. She only needed to cooperate with the release energy, and she didn't need to worry too much.

Time passed little by little.

Garen closed his eyes completely.

It is dark to the naked eye, but in the perception world, the illusory river that spans the sky and the earth is incomparably conspicuous, vast, and magnificent... All matter, life, elements, It seems to be a drop of its water. All the water droplets gather together to form the eternal river of time.

A large amount of the power of time was condensed by Ganen.

In the blink of an eye, the power of time gathered into a stream, like an invisible iron rod, inserted into the long river of time under the control of Garen.

Then, Garen looked solemn and serious, and the power of time moved at the same time and began to scroll.

The power of time and the river of time are of the same origin and homogeneity. It is the special power that is easiest to communicate with and influence the river of time. Under the subtle control of Garen, the river in the area in front of him is stirred by the power of time, and the water changes from the calm one. Flowing at a constant speed, ripples gradually began to appear.

Like raindrops falling into the lake, the ripples quickly splashed ripples.

The power of time was being consumed, and Garen didn't care, and even increased the output of the power of time in his body.

As a result, in the world that is difficult to observe with the naked eye, the dense ripples gradually merged into one piece, the river of time became restless, and began to deal with the power of time condensed by Garen, and gradually formed a small, only ordinary people. Finger-thick swirls.

This vortex is similar to the out-of-phase caused by the countercurrent of Shilong.

As if fish were born to swim, at this moment, Garen had a natural feeling.

If he can pass through this vortex, he can take advantage of the long river of time to be rolled into a vortex. When the past, future, and present are intertwined with each other, he can go back upstream, or go to the future.

However, with his body obviously unable to pass through such a small time vortex.

When using Shilong's countercurrent, the time vortex formed is half the size of a Galleon, so that he can use the power of time to form an incarnation and inject it into it. This small vortex with the thickness of a finger is far from the standard.

Without being stingy with the consumption of the power of time, Jialong increased his efforts, and more power of time was mobilized, and it was continuously injected into the long river of time.

With the passage of time and the investment of the power of time, this is just a time vortex of the thickness of a finger. It is rotating and expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, and slowly it has become the size of the diameter of a fist. Although it has grown a lot, it is still far away. Not enough.

At this time, Garen injected the power of time into it, and the size of the vortex no longer changed.

This is because the connection between him and the long river of time is not deep enough to affect its operation in a deeper way. Even if the power of time is used up, the maximum impact he can currently achieve is the fist-sized vortex. spin.

At the same time, Garen opened his eyes.

He maintained the time vortex and said quickly: "Yona, concentrate your energy and compress as much as possible toward this position."

Yuna can't see the long river of time.

However, the rolling river water is easier to attract attention than the constant flow in the past. She noticed the existence of the time vortex, and with Garen's prompt, it was easy to find the location of the time vortex.

Yuna's eyes narrowed slightly and she raised her dragon claw.

In an instant, a ripple-like force emerged from the ground, from the air, and even from the bodies of Kanon and Yuna.

This is a power that is as intangible and intangible as the power of time.

Under Yuna's control, the energy poured precisely into the time vortex created by Kanon.

At the moment when the force can contact the time vortex, strange things happen.

The time vortex suddenly paused for a moment, as if the pause button was pressed, but in the next moment, it went berserk in an instant, spinning at a speed far exceeding Gallen's control alone. While rotating at high speed, the diameter of the vortex also changed. In the rapid expansion, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a ring of halo that rotates extremely fast in the long river of time.

"it works!"

At the moment of witnessing this scene, Garen's eyes lit up, and his breathing became a little heavier.

"Wow, power can really affect time."

Yuna also 'saw' the violent time vortex at this moment, with a look of shock on her face.

What Kanon didn't expect was that Yuna's words sounded directly in his mind.

She didn't make a sound when she was shocked, but her mental activity was displayed in Garen's spiritual world.

"Yona?"

Garen tentatively called out in his heart.

"what?"

Yuna blinked and turned to look at Kanon in surprise.

Obviously, the words in Kanon's heart also echoed directly in Yuna's heart.

"In this state, we seem to be able to talk with our minds."

Psionic power is not a rare ability, and it can be achieved with some spells, but the problem is that neither Garen nor Yuna have been able to do it before.

And it's not just the conversation, Yuna's feelings, some physical conditions, are also clearly reflected in Kanon's heart, the same is that Yuna can also sense Kanon's situation.

Through the interweaving of power and time, at this moment...their minds are one.

It's a very strange feeling.

The two did not immerse themselves in this particular state for too long.

Because after the time vortex spread to a diameter of more than two meters, it rotated more rapidly, and at the same time trembled violently, as if it could no longer be maintained and was on the verge of breaking.

Kanon and Yuna felt a lot of pressure at the same time.

This pressure comes from the spiritual level, as if a pair of invisible hands are stirring their spirits, and there seems to be an extra string in their minds.

Kanon's complexion changed slightly.

He has a tendency to lose control of the time vortex.

Even Yuna, who was just a support next to her, gradually showed a struggling expression on her face.

"Karen, my power is almost exhausted..."

Yuna's voice resounded in Kanon's heart.

Similar to her situation, after the power of time was intertwined with the energy, the consumption speed of Jialong increased sharply, and now there is only about one tenth of it left. At the same time, a strong feeling came from Jialong's heart. ..................... If you continue to insist, there will be unpredictable and terrible consequences.

"Okay, let's stop together."

After realizing that something was wrong, Garen made a decisive decision and said in a deep voice.

Immediately afterwards, he and Yuna stopped at the same time, respectively stopping the supply of time power and power energy.

That feeling of unity of mind dissipated at the same time.

Without the catalytic effect of energy, the manic time vortex rapidly reduced its rotational speed, then gradually stabilized, and slowly became illusory, slowly returning to the ordinary river of time flowing at a constant speed.

In the main nest of the fortress, Garen frowned slightly, observing the long river of time.

The illusory and vast Long River of Time is the same as before. The movement he and Yuna just made happened in a very small area. It was insignificant to the entire Long River of Time. It seemed that it had not been affected at all. After it stopped, it seemed Nothing ever happened.

"I had a very heart palpitations just now."

"Canon, if you can't control that vortex, it will be very dangerous."

Yuna's face was a little tired, but she ignored it and said to Kanon in a serious tone.

Garen nodded, rubbed his sore head, and said, "I have the same feeling as you, but this is just the first attempt, and we don't know what will happen."

"Now that we have a better understanding, we can continue to experiment, gain experience, improve the way, and there will be a time to make it work successfully."

When speaking, Garen's voice rose slightly, with a long-lost excitement, because in this attempt, he found the kind of heart throbbing when he first came into contact with spells, the kind of feeling that he touched the unknown realm and found it. to the special emotion of the larger world.

"I feel very tired and my body seems to be hollowed out."

Yuna fell down on the spot, and her voice became much lower.

Like her, Garen was also feeling exhausted.

The power of time filled in the body was almost drained. Although his body itself did not change, there was an unbearable sense of weakness coming from his limbs. The force was also lost a lot, and there was a slight tingling in the brain.

The drowsiness couldn't stop coming to my mind.

Kanon's eyelids trembled, and after a long time, he felt this feeling of being eroded by tiredness again.

"Sleep, rest and rest."

Kanon said to Yuna.

But got no response.

Holding up her energy, she turned her head and saw that Yuna had already closed her eyes and fell asleep, and there was a slight cat-like sound from her mouth.

Enduring the drowsiness, Garen rolled up some gems and gold coins, closed them in front of his head, and buried them in. He felt the rubbing of the visor and the gold coins and gems, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

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Two weeks later, the Wasteland of Bones.

A super-giant silver dragon with a body length of forty-two meters soared in the air, and the gloomy and undead dark clouds in the sky could not block the brilliance carried by its scales. Very conspicuous.

Beside the super giant silver dragon, there is an old man wearing a crown and holding a scepter.

Nehemiah, and the Pope of Light came to the Wasteland of Bones.

Along with them, there are the brave paladins and priests of the Holy See of Light.

The undead knight riding on the Nightmare Warhorse roared, and the Nightmare Warhorse composed of dark bones stepped on the blue flame, galloping in the air, trying to escape the Bone Wasteland.

Pope Guangming's face was gentle, and he looked down from the sky.

With a slight movement of the corona scepter, countless white rays of light condensed into threads, penetrated the endless aura of death, pierced the air, and fell on the undead creatures below in an instant.

chi chi chi ........

The white light threads are extremely precise, and they penetrated the soul fire in the body of the undead creature one by one. The undead turned into bones again and fell to the ground.

Whether it is the lowest-level skeleton carrion, or the powerful undead knight and corpse witch, under the unrelenting cleaning of the Holy See of Light, they are all mourning and being purified and perished at this time, and the body that is already dead has died again.

Only kill undead creatures, but not eradicate the environment of the White Bone Wasteland.

In the past, the Holy See of Light would not waste great effort on such a thankless task, but now, because the minions of the original Sun God may be lurking in the White Bone Wasteland, the Holy See of Light has gathered all its forces to encircle and sweep the place. of all undead.

The Pope of Light holds up the corona scepter.

A warm white light spreads in all directions with him at the center, inspiring the courage of the strangers and enhancing their strength.

But this warm white light is like flame sulfuric acid to undead creatures.

Some low-level undead creatures were covered in fire, falling down in pieces like cutting wheat.

The high-level undead were also severely affected, and the fire of the soul was extinguished in the encirclement and suppression of the paladins and priests below.

At the same time, a skeleton lion king with a length of more than 30 meters jumped up, and it was faintly visible that there was a dark mist lingering between the gaps of its bones, and it was invisible under the light of the light.

It sticks out its pale claws, and from bottom to top, driven by the undead breath, it fiercely pounces on the Pope of Light.

The Pope of Light, who exudes light like a small sun, is the most disgusting existence in the eyes of all undead creatures.

The Pope of Light did not move, maintaining the magic.

Bang!

The powerful dragon claws pinched the spine of the skeleton lion king, and with a sudden force, the bones as hard as iron shattered in the dragon claws like tofu.

Nehemiah easily crushed the skeletal lion king into skeletal fragments.

A puff of black mist rose from the broken bone fragments, and gradually disappeared under the burning of the power of light.

"The power of the original sun god is indeed being nurtured on this land."

"Fortunately, he was not given too long to dormant, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable."

The Pope of Light looked down at the gray and white wasteland below.

The white tide is sweeping the wasteland of bones, and the undead creatures died in the strangulation of the Holy See of Light.

In the bodies of many slightly more advanced undead, there are black lights that belong to the original sun god, that is, those real lights that are like black mist.

"Yelian, his minions are about to die, but there is no response. It seems that he does not intend to incarnate to intervene."

"Pity.........."

The super giant silver dragon looked down at the earth and said.

Nehemiah's voice was clearly disappointed.

He and the Pope of Light came here in person, mainly to deal with the backhand that the original Sun God might have left behind. If they simply clean up the Bone Wasteland, Keynes and his knights can do it. The Bone Wasteland was born soon, although the environment is difficult to eradicate. , but the undead inside are not that powerful.

With each passing day, each rising of the sun, Nehemiah could feel that he was one step closer to eternal slumber.

In the eyes of Nehemiah now, the most ruthless and coldest thing in the world is time.

Before entering the dragon tomb, Nehemiah felt disappointed and lonely in the bottom of his heart.

But after all, he had experienced enough, and although he was a little disappointed, he was not attached to it.

Pope Bright turned his head and looked at the mighty and majestic super-giant silver dragon.

"Although the original god of the sun has not come, I will still ask the god of light for his kindness and mercy to bless you and make you an ancient dragon."

he said softly.

Nehemiah shook his head and refused: "I understand your intention, but I don't need the blessing of the God of Light."

"Afterwards, I will rely on my own strength to make a final fight. If it is successful, I will walk out of the dragon tomb, and we will meet again."

"If you fail...Jelean, you don't have to feel sorry for me, I've lived long enough, and I'm not afraid of death."

The blessing of the God of Light is a great honor for his believers, but for an ancient silver dragon like Nehemiah, the blessing of the God of Light is a shackle.

After hearing Nehemiah's answer, Pope Bright was silent for a moment, then his voice was a little dry, and he said slowly: "I wish you in advance to overcome life and death and walk out of the dragon tomb."

The task of cleaning up the undead was proceeding in an orderly manner. On the gray wasteland, there were fewer and fewer undead creatures still burning with the fire of their souls, and soon none of them remained, and they were basically purified and eliminated by the Holy See of Light.

However, the Holy See's staff did not withdraw, and they swept back and forth across the White Bone Wasteland in a carpet-like manner to search for traces of the undead that might be hidden.

"We can't take it lightly yet."

"Any clues about the primordial sun god cannot be missed."

The Pope of Light told Keynes.

The undead in the Bone Wasteland were wiped out, but the minions of the original Sun God might not all be hidden in the Bone Wasteland.

The Holy See of Light cannot rest.

After a while, the Pope of Light left the place, and Nehemiah flew into the distance.

When the Bone Wasteland returned to loneliness and emptiness, and the people of the Holy See of Light began to retreat on a large scale, the air on the slope of a hill outside the Bone Wasteland slightly fluctuated a few times.

Elena stared at the Bone Wasteland from a distance, with a look of hatred in her eyes.

"Damn old man."

"When my lord comes, I want you to die without a place to be buried."

She gritted her teeth and cursed.

The undead in the Bone Wasteland were destroyed, and many of the subordinates who had been cultivated for a period of time died, causing her to waste a lot of energy.

At the same time, the ground rolled, the earth and rocks cracked, and the serpent dragon with blank eyes revealed its sinuous and huge body.

The stone mound snake dragon, who did not leave the wasteland of bones, was lucky not to die in this land of right and wrong.

But it didn't end well.

Elena looked down at the bulging belly of the Ishizuka Serpent Dragon, and her hatred and resentful eyes quickly became pious, and she prayed silently, chanting the prayer of the primordial sun god in a low voice.

Ishizuka Serpent Dragon's empty eyes showed pain.

It struggled a bit.

But in the blink of an eye, it was re-controlled by Elena's illusion and turned into a marionette.

"The great primordial sun god, please wait patiently for a while."

"Soon, I will find enough food for you to make your clone born in this world."

"When you are born, all creatures in this world will celebrate your arrival with the most pious gestures and welcome your light."

The abdomen of the Ishizuka Serpent Dragon did not change, and Elena fell to her knees and murmured.

Immediately afterwards, she stood up slowly, her amber eyes looking at the sky, towards the direction Nehemiah was leaving.