"Do you know this monster? Can you tell me more about it?" Wright sat up at this, looking very eager.

This is very different from his usual composure and confusion.

Like finding a candle in the fog of the night?

"Sit, sit down, it's not much use for you to be so excited right now. Yang Zhuo waved his hand at Wright indifferently, signaling him to stabilize his mood first.

"I'm not stable right now. The monsters and dragons changed the trajectory of my life after that, and without them I might have gone to college in the capital, but I wouldn't have been exposed to mysteries, and I wouldn't have joined the Imperial Army and ended up here. It, the monster you just spoke of, Lord of the Dragons, is like a nightmare that sleeps inside me. As long as I think back to the scene of that day, I will unconsciously be transported into that crimson dream. Wright roared almost loudly, his body unconsciously emitting the breath of fire.

This is the power that has just been obtained by transforming all the attributes of the demonic source force.

"There's no rush. Yang Zhuo took two steps forward, pressed Wright's shoulder, and looked directly into Wright's eyes with those dark and deep eyes.

Under the fluctuation of the magic source power for just a second, Wright felt as if the flame in his heart had been drained by a blower, and he felt a kind of peace.

"I, was I just guided?" Wright guessed.

This is one of the lessons he learns from the occult.

"You are indeed the talent I need, and of course now I can introduce you to the Lord of the Dragons. But before I tell you that, I want to show you one thing. Yang Zhuo said, his hands clenched into fists, and the aura of demonic power surging desperately inward.

"I suggest you close the room first, etc., so that the effect is best. Yang Zhuo prompted.

"Okay, where's the lamp?" asked Wright, after all, it was his first time in this underground room.

"The wallpaper is painted on the other side of the flowers, behind the mahogany cabinet, and you can reach out and touch it. Yang Zhuo prompted.

"Oh. After a brief reply, Wright turned and walked back two quick steps, reached out and groped for the back of the cabinet, and found the switch that was a little protruding to the touch.

Syllable!

The sound of opening and closing passed, and the room in the living room on the fifth basement floor suddenly became dark as the door closed.

Except for the bewitching, desperately wriggling flames at the position of Yang Zhuo's hands.

"This is the image I read from the data, and with my interpretation, you can learn more about the god Lord of the Dragons. Before I introduce it to you, I would like to ask you a question. Yang Zhuo turned his face sideways and asked Wright.

"Excuse me. Wright replied politely, taking two steps forward, trying to stay in a proper position with the flames.

"Mortal or god, which one do you think more of?" Yang Zhuo asked.

"Me? I...... I don't know how to answer. Wright replied honestly.

"Or to put it another way, which one would you choose?"

After Yang Zhuo's question was asked, Wright was still in a state of confusion.

"Well, you haven't learned that much, so let me ask. If you had to survive as an identity, would you choose to be a god or a mortal. ”

"That's right. Wright was silent for a few seconds before replying:

"If I had access to mystical powers, and if I could use the magical power in my body to create, I would rather become a god. It is said in the old scriptures that to become a god is to abandon all emotions, perhaps for the well-being of mankind, or perhaps for the service of a higher god, which is not free. ”

"I am satisfied with your answer. Yang Zhuo nodded, his fists staggered, and after rubbing some of the sparks outward, he rubbed hard against the flames that didn't seem to exist.

The flames surging from the sun were too faint, glowing with a pale blue light, and the red shimmer above was faint, as if it would dissipate into nothing with a slight wave of the hand.

"The Lord of the Dragons, sixty in order, is born from the Void. There is such a passage recorded at the end of the "Book of Dragons". After the Creator created the earth and humanity, he felt a deep feeling of emptiness. It was a long time before he realized that this emotion was called boredom. So, he arranged the creatures in combinations that normal humans would not have imagined. Therefore, the Lord of the Dragons officially emerged from the Void. At its head is an eagle, one of the most swift of birds and one of the most powerful birds that humans can conquer. His body belongs to the beast of prey, and although it is only a small part, it is able to sustain his flight for a long time. His legs became two powerful tentacles, which ensured that even if he fell into the sea, he would not be submerged by the water. But what surprises us even more is that his wings are indistinguishable from those of dragons. He often wakes up from the fog and relies on it to catch those who are attracted to desire. As the Lost City slowly emerges from the flames of our vision, he becomes a mystical guardian who prevents profit-hungry humans from plundering the ancient riches. ”

Yang Zhuo said such a big thing, and the flames in his hands were constantly changing, corresponding to every detail he said.

Eventually, all his flames rose to the top of the reception room, building the shape of a city.

"Is this what you mean by the Lost City?" Wright asked, pointing to mid-air.

"You're smart. This is the legendary Lost City. However, during the battle in the capital of the Flame Empire thirty years ago, the Lost City was found by the captain of the guard at the time, but there was still a force that chose to snipe for its own interests. They had come into contact with the Lord of the Dragons, but were eventually annihilated in the destruction of the Lost City. Some believe that he will still exist, like a reincarnation, waiting for new humans to discover it. But I believe more in its destruction. The Lord of the Owl is just one of many mysterious gods, and if you have the chance, use the power of the Witch and the Elixir to open the Spirit, and when you see the Lord of the Owl again, you will be guided even more deeply. Yang Zhuo said, trying his best to guide Wright in the right direction.

"Lingmeng, what is that?" Wright asked.

"I think I should have turned on the lights first. You can't spend any more time with me for two reasons. Yang Zhuo said, retracting all the demonic power that was dancing in his hand, making the room return to a dark feeling.

"Okay. Wright replied, blinking desperately as he tried to find his way through the pitch-black illusion.

Looking at this dark room, which seemed to be invisible, even though Wright knew that it was just a claustrophobic space, the image of the abyss flashed in his mind from time to time.

Barely moving his steps, he felt that there was not a flat ground in front of him, but a cliff with no end in sight.

He even saw an eyeball flickering eerily under the floor, as if he had taken a step forward, and the Medusa-like monster with the evil hair and the small snake on the face of the elder would turn him into a lifeless, fragile stone statue.

After a few difficult steps, Wright's mind flashed through the terrifying body of the Lord of the Dragons, this time without the dragon's most warrior standing in front of him, as if he were looking directly at the massive monster with his young body.

One step, two steps.

There seemed to be a scene in his ears of monsters dancing weirdly and "singing" around an eerie blue flame.

The evil sounds they made seemed to be the nightmare that the Lord of the Dragons had left in the depths of his memory.

Suddenly, Wright remembered what one of his teachers had told him:

"Beasts have the voice of beasts, and humans have the tones of humans. When a voice comes out of another creature's mouth, things start to get weird. ”

"What are you waiting for, Wright?" a cold beast-like cry poured into his ears from behind, causing him to stumble.

"I was a little scared. Wright gasped in reply, hurriedly taking two steps forward and slamming the switch hard.

Smack, smack, smack.

Even when the light returned to the reception room, Wright still looked a little frightened.

All kinds of strange conjectures that were inexplicably poured into his mind could not be immediately dispelled by his consciousness.

"Anyone who has come into contact with gods and mysteries will have a hard time, and they will also be afraid of the dark. When you re-enter the bright earthly world, all of this will be gone. This potion is given to you as a greeting gift, and I hope you will be able to use it to the fullest. Yang Zhuo said, taking out a delicate medicine bottle inlaid with small tortoiseshell gems from the drawer and handing it to Wright.

"What is this?" Wright didn't bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead and the bridge of his nose, hurriedly took it from Yang Zhuo's hand, opened the lid and sniffed it.

The aroma of mint, mixed with the smell of stone, and the smell of decaying objects, were mixed in the green viscous liquid.

"Let's call it the No. 1 magic source potion, it will help you open the spiritual cloud. Wright, what I'm trying to tell you is that I did add something to the darkness just now, and you weren't completely disturbed, which I appreciate. But," Yang Zhuo said, taking two steps forward, bringing his mouth close to Wright's ear, and continued:

"I recommend that you use this bottle of medicine when the water is full, there are some things that cannot be concealed. I see for the time being that you don't want to cover up this stuff, and that's a very good act. But I still want to remind you that when you are exposed to the power of the gods, you should learn to be honest. At least while maintaining a disguise in front of humans, you have to be honest with the gods, understand?"

Wright shook his head, his comprehension had not yet reached such a height.

"Understand it or not, you can go back to the surface. I did a divination for you before I came. The Saint Flame Guild is not your first stop, but you must be our most important guest. A deeper future awaits you, just like this mysterious continent. Bless you. Yang Zhuo said, closing the drawer, pushing the wooden chair back under the table, and walking straight out of the door of the guest room.

Accompanied by the old hunter Nick, who had been waiting for a long time, Wright bowed and thanked him, took the two gifts he had received from the Saint Yan Guild, and returned to the still bustling church the same way.

"I heard that the war in the south is about to begin?"

"Really? Now the Empire is going to start recruiting again. ”

The discussion between the two slightly burly young men dressed in simple multi-colored clothes drifted into the ears of Wright, who had regained contact with the air on the ground.