If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Huntress felt that she owed the Knight of Solomon's Temple an apology because she had perhaps not sarcastically mocked him as a despicable coward, a cowardly coward who was secretly manipulating puppets.

The iron face of the white giant dragon was peeled off. Although the little girl's movements were gentle, the scene was still cruel and painful. The vine-like flesh and blood was entangled on the inside of the giant bronze face, and as the iron face was torn off The roots were broken. If the dragon was still alive, he would definitely let out a shrill roar, and the girl responded with brutal cruelty.

Under the iron surface, the skull of the dragon skeleton was actually hollow, with no facial bones, like a hollowed-out bowl.

The girl turned slightly sideways, and the blizzard that fell in the sky cast a white skylight, illuminating the twisted and terrifying scene inside.

It was an iron-gray man, buried deep in a pool of blood-red mud. A red cocoon nested in the dragon's skull swallowed up half of his body. The upper half of his naked body exposed from the cocoon made of flesh and blood was so skinny. Like an air-dried dead person in the desert, there is no body hair or even pores that can be observed with the naked eye.

Under the iron-gray skin were all jagged bones, with sharp protrusions holding up the skin, as if they were about to tear the entire outer skin. There is another hole about the size of a fist on the right chest, with hyphae-like thin and dense blood vessels connected from the outside, performing extracorporeal circulation of unknown body fluids.

Even his outstretched arms became part of those hyphae. Connected to the flesh and blood tissue in the skull of the dragon, the whole person is like the crucified Jesus in the Bible, but unlike God in the story, when he enters the quagmire of flesh and blood, he will never be resurrected. .

Fusion.

When the huntress came closer and saw the scene inside, this word popped into her mind.

She once learned the taboo knowledge about dragons from the Lord's side, and the current scene was one of them, which was regarded as a vicious and cruel force no matter what era.

But in that knowledge, the usual examples are of the superior ancestral dragon controlling the descendants of the dragon in a fused manner (such as Norton's inheritance of Samson's power that has not happened in the current world line), but now he has settled in a human body The complete fusion of dragon brains is unimaginable.

"So, I like humans." He stretched out his hand and gently touched the iron-gray man's cheek.

"I originally thought that the descendants of humans in this world had such a shallow understanding of dragons, but it turns out that as long as there is a strong desire for strength and power, no matter what race they are, they can shine brightly."

The iron-gray man did not move. He had already lost the moment the iron mask was lifted, and all that was left was fear.

"What on earth are you?" he asked, his voice filled with trembling and uncontrollable awe.

That is the respect for pure power and strength, when the blood-red halo and dozens of meters of black wings break through the blizzard, the body a thousand times harder than steel tears apart the sound barrier and breaks up the elemental flow, the huge spiritual realm and the dragon When Kuda reached a 'resonance' beyond his imagination, he finally knew what type of thing he was facing.

It was something unstoppable and unhostile, as majestic as a mountain, like the sea, or like the dark universe.

Although he still doesn't know the identity of the other party, there is no doubt that the existence of this kind of thing does not allow him to hate or enmity. Even if he shows even a little bit of hostility in front of it, it is natural that he will usher in the end of destruction. .

"I have many names, but they have all been buried in history, and the ones that have been forgotten are all things that have lost their meaning." He said, "But there is no doubt that I am the same as you humans today. I am walking on an endless journey. A humble apprentice on the road to evolution.”

"Isn't something like you the end of evolution?" The iron-gray man's voice was hoarse and horrifying, but the girl in front of him didn't have the slightest bit of disgust. There was only gentleness in Molten's eyes, even though he was about to kill him.

"Of course not. No one is born to stand at the end of evolution. We are just born to stand farther away." He stretched out his hand to hold up the iron-gray man's jaw. Just such a movement tore apart many connections with him. A large amount of thick red liquid flowed out of the external blood vessel along the fracture.

"We are just like you, constantly pursuing the evolution of higher levels of life on the road of life. At this point, I am particularly optimistic about human beings. The curse of limited life is like oppressing you who are supposed to be with dragons. With similar levels of potential and talent, you are forced to squeeze out unlimited inspiration from your extreme youth."

"On the road of evolution, you may not reach the end in your lifetime, but the dazzling light you show on the road can become a beacon that illuminates our way forward." He said, "If we win the war at that time, It’s not him who is called the judge by his ethnic group, but my words. Maybe my compatriots and ethnic groups won’t be reduced to where they are now, right?”

The golden pupils of the iron-gray man shook, as if he was shocked by the girl's words like never before. He didn't dare to judge how much of the words were true or false, but as long as even one of them was true, then He didn't regret losing.

Four generations of breeding? Next generation? In front of him, bloodline can never mean victory, because he is the emperor who underestimated bloodline the most in the history of the Dragon Clan.

"Of course it's true, I never lie."

"Are you coming back to take revenge on this world?" The iron-gray man asked in a low voice, his voice getting smaller and smaller. The blood vessels connecting his body were rapidly withering and shrinking, because at the source of those blood vessels ——At the heart of the dragon skeleton, a dark, rotten spiral dagger was inserted inside, nailing it to the core of the entire alchemical matrix.

"Revenge is something only children can do. I have never left, so how can I come back?" He sighed, "Before you leave, you don't have to worry or fear. Solomon's Temple will do well, just like me. Just as you were told. Well done!"

"You" Fear appeared in the eyes of the iron-gray man again, which was the fear of the collapse of ideas. He suddenly understood the terrible meaning hidden in those words.

"No! You are not Him! How dare you think that you are Him! You..."

The man was suddenly enraged, his face was distorted, his iron-gray skin was so tight that it was torn, and his withered body kept twisting in an attempt to pull his hand out of the flesh and blood, and then grab this blasphemous bastard.

He just looked at the knight writhing in the cocoon of flesh and blood so gently, the suffering knight. He couldn't even kill himself. This was the price, the price of gaining power and power.

“In 1097 AD, a 30,000-strong army including pilgrims and sectarian believers crossed from Constantinople to Asia Minor. After the Crusaders returned home, some of the war groups gained glory and wealth and established feudal kingdoms similar to those in Europe. , and some of the elites gave up everything and went to unknown destinations." He gently stroked the man's head and said,

"But that group of people didn't get nothing, right? They gave up gold and honor, but they got more things. They regarded faith as life! Fanatic faith!"

"While passing through Asia Minor, they got a painting, a painting called "The Temple of Solomon" from before 957 BC, a magical oil painting." He said with a slow smile, "It is said to be able to compete with ' Oil painting of divine communication."

"Everyone who looked at that oil painting should hear the voice of God. Their spirituality would rise to the world above to see the outline of God, and receive the knowledge and instructions given by God. So they gave up the faith of the old Crusaders and called themselves the New Crusaders. He is God’s agent, a human knight who fulfills God’s instructions.”

"Yes, my child." He stroked the head with more and more force and said softly, "That is the origin of the Solomon Temple Church, an oil painting that can give huge spiritual vision. Now tell me, that painting Is it still hanging in the secret room of the Basilica of Saint John Lateran?”

The iron-grey man was speechless, and fragments of crumbling faith gradually fell from his eyes.

The girl stopped exerting her strength and did not press the devout knight's head into his chest, because even this would not kill him and would only bring him humiliating pain.

"Until now, you have done a good job. You have been able to find the technology to control pure-blooded dragons. Even the corpses are commendable. After all, they are all knowledge in the big library. Just interpreting them is enough to consume Generations of scholars." He withdrew his hand and turned around. The huge black wings fell off her back, and the blood-red halo dispersed in the snow and mist.

"You deserve a reward, so I will allow you to live."

He took a few steps forward, but suddenly there was a roar behind him.

"No, no! You, you are no different from me! You are even parasitic in the body of one of your most humble human beings! How can you be Him!" The iron-gray man tried his best to prevent the collapse of his faith, and he shouted hoarsely Roar, rejecting the truth that is about to come out.

He tried his best to twist his skinny body to crawl out of the cocoon of flesh and blood, but what he pulled out from the bloody mud was only a white and bloody tailbone. The long-term fusion had caused him to lose his lower body. But even this couldn't stop him from going crazy.

He suddenly pulled out one of his arms, the bone-white arm. When he reached out and was about to touch the girl's shoulder, a white holy cross appeared on his forehead.

Arrows burning with power came through the wind and pierced his head, nailing him back into the hollow of flesh and blood, and buried him into the mire of forbidden power with his anger and fury.

"You are doing unnecessary things again." He came over and looked at the female hunter putting her bow down and said helplessly.

"You allowed him to live, so I didn't kill him."

The dragon skeleton and the festering body have already fallen into the trap of self-destruction. What is the difference between this and death?

The female hunter did not say these words. She did not understand the origin and relationship between Junshang and the iron-gray man. She only knew that she would not let that filthy thing touch Junshang's body.

The little girl didn't care about those things behind her.

The storm in the sky became more and more intense, and the swirling clouds of the blizzard passed through the black cracks from time to time, which was shocking. The entire Nibelung was at its limit.

The elemental turbulence caused by the brief battle before has completely destroyed the 'load-bearing' of this place. The collapse is only a matter of time. Before that, he should have more important things to worry about.

For example, the boy staggering out of the coniferous forest in the distance.

The huntress noticed that the girl's gaze was no longer on her, so she looked back and saw the child who was supposed to be hidden by her stepping into the chaotic snow.

The boy and the girl both had golden eyes like molten iron.

"Will there be trouble?" the huntress said softly, looking at the little boy.

He didn't answer, but looked at the boy with eyes full of disturbing favor and wantonness.

And the boy's eyes saw the most primitive, soul-trembling violence.

What happened between them? I don't know, the huntress has no way of knowing the story between them.

Because those stories were secrets that happened in the port called Black Swan Port, and that secret was buried in the ten thousand-year ice with that grand explosion. The things that happened before, after, and things that have not happened yet are also stories that will be told in the future.

The vast coniferous forest sky finally shattered at this moment, and another Siberian snowfield appeared in the ravine in the sky. Hundreds of billions of tons of avalanches fell from the sky, filling and destroying everything.