Gradually, Wright felt a feeling of heat that he had never felt before, as if he had just crawled out of the biting cold ice water and then fell into the hot lava.

"I was injured just now, no, I need to get out of here, it would be bad if no one dared to come in and rescue because of that monster in Klinyin. Wright muttered to himself, his eyes blank and looking around in a panic.

Where is this? Where is this?

Wright repeated the question three times.

Obviously, important questions should be repeated three times.

This is the guideline that one of Wright's old professors told him in college, especially in times of danger and confusion.

"Desert..... Ocean...... Flame...... Ice...... Sky ......"

Wright heard an ethereal, cold, softened male voice.

"Is it still that dream? I remember that sentence on the train. Like, Klinyin said this just now. It seems that this time there is one more word than the last time, what does it portend?" Wright thought, and instead looked around more in a panic.

There seems to be someone there?

Is it human?

Or is it some kind of creature?

Wright isn't entirely sure. In his cognition, creatures that should have the appearance or back of a human should be transformed into a human being.

Even if they were disguised by legendary monsters, who had actually seen them.

Since King Ace defeated the Dragons five hundred years ago and created the Avantley Empire in their Northeast Sanctuary, there hasn't been much that goes under the Occult.

Even over the years, under the rolling tide of machinery, Wright didn't even have a chance to use the magic source power.

"But even then, I'm going to look for something that time. Wright said firmly.

After a few seconds, the figure in front of him seemed to become clear in crimson.

It gradually changed from dark to normal complex color.

"Have you heard of that old legend?" the tone of the man in front of him was flat, not in a state of anger, nor mixed with any superfluous emotion.

"What, legend?" asked Wright, similarly, flatly.

"A legend belonging to the wolf clan. Maybe you've never heard of this, but when the final moment of despair comes, maybe you can try to choose a path that doesn't count as a path. The voice spoke, gradually moving toward Wright's place.

In such a moment, Wright felt a warm feeling.

Like bathing in the warm spring sun, more like being in the swaddling clothes of his mother in ancient memories, he felt a trace of tranquility in front of the mysterious person in front of him, perhaps a feeling of reassurance.

"Yes, what a road. Wright asked cautiously.

After many years of service in the army, he has not lost an insight into anything odd.

"It's a village of wolves, created by the gods. When humans who don't belong here set foot on it, their bodies gradually grow fur, or pure white, which is very rare, perhaps grayish-white, which is very common. They will also get a pair of claws that seem to be able to overcome everything, but it doesn't work. When humans and wolves merge into one, they are not allowed to fight. It's a paradise. ”

"Paradise, does such a thing really exist in the world?" Wright said dismissively.

He felt a little ridiculous, funny, scary, even weird.

"Ipilus, it's a place of hope. The voice explained, not perceiving any emotion from Wright.

"Even if there is that place, even if I am eventually forced to go to that place, then I will definitely go to the underworld first, and whether I will come here or not is not in my consideration. Perhaps, I am not a person who likes to be comfortable, I want to go on adventures, I want to find real mysteries. Although the first ten years of my life seemed to be set up by a delicate machine, and every step was carried out step by step. But I never felt happy, which is why I chose to study the occult. And, as a man of Avantlet, I also had to obey the military, and I didn't have much choice. Wright explains, infusing him with emotions that he has never shown to others.

"Do you really like to take risks, or do you want to take risks? Adventure is a very dangerous thing, maybe you're not ready for it, maybe you just like it and don't love it. Moreover, most mysterious things are accompanied by mysterious powers, and when what is behind those mysterious powers is completely revealed to you, can you remain calm and obtain the truth? Just like the one in your memory. The voice hinted, and the voice's body gradually walked towards Wright, becoming clear.

"I'm willing to touch this, I'm not a screw in the times and the wave of steam, I don't belong to a machine, I just belong to myself. I want to see more through adventure. That's why I chose Shamonta because it's close to the desert, where there are dragons, and when the desert and the mountains merge, I have the opportunity to see everything I want. Wright said.

From his eyes, the owner of the voice could clearly see a ray of light emanating from it.

It wasn't a real light, it was a desire.

"But," said the owner of the voice, who suddenly changed his tone, heavy and terrifying, "if that were the case, would you choose to move on?"

The voice spoke, gradually becoming clear in front of Wright.

With short flowing blond hair, a face that was so white that it was almost pure, and a pure black robe, he was slightly shorter than him, and he actually gave him a cold feeling.

Then, he suddenly reached out and grabbed at Wright's chin.

"You, what are you going to do?" Wright asked hurriedly, a wave of apprehension in his heart, which then turned into panic.

"I said it, let you feel the mystery. As he spoke, the man stretched out a few tiny black lines from his right hand.

"Don't come here!" Wright shouted hurriedly, trying to chase away with his hands.

However, with the slight wave of the man's left hand, time on Wright's body froze like an hourglass frozen in ice.

Except for the eyeballs that can move from side to side.

"It's a test, or rather a test. Of course, I'm not Klinyin's idiot, and I'm not going to send you to the underworld. Did you know that mysteries belong to the Creator, and the Creator really needs people who are brave enough to help him know himself, and by the way, the world he has created? So, feel it quietly. ”

Before the man could finish his words, the black lines that gradually rose along Wright's arm transformed into several purple and red tentacles, and even the tops of those tentacles still had some indescribable slime.

The tentacles carried slime up Wright's sturdy arm, past his left shoulder, across his chest, and finally near his lips.

But he didn't choose to make a sound, but watched quietly.

A certain memory in my mind is also gradually beginning to match everything in front of me at this time.

"Yes, you have some preliminary qualities. So that I can tell you something about me, which is a kind of observation of me as a mysterious creature. My name is Dax, and I am the last of the twenty-seven gods of frost, the twenty-eighth, the Chosen One. I would appear in the dreams of creatures with an exploratory spirit, maybe crimson, maybe color, maybe black and white. And once you can get my affirmation, it means that you have the opportunity to enter the realm of the gods and finally reach your final goal. Do you know what your final goal is?" Dax's mouth curled slightly, and he squinted at Wright.

But at this time, Wright's expression seemed to be a little unexpected, looking in through the strange tentacles that were growing eyeballs, Wright's eyes did not show fear and panic, and even, with a little excitement.

"You should have seen this, and it doesn't represent your real test scores. You should look at this, maybe you will be excited, maybe you will be more afraid. I don't want you to be afraid. Dax said, retracting all the tentacles.

"Whew. Call. Wright gasped, not out of fear, but from a lack of oxygen from the tentacles.

"Come on, look at this. Dax said, his hands emitting a pure black demonic power.

After a while, it rolled and attached with the power of the demonic source.

His hands began to swell uncontrollably.

Immediately after, his chest, back, legs, and white face began to swell.

Patch after piece swelled like a tumor, but from Wright's point of view, it looked more like a legendary ancient demon awakening.

Finally, with a dull "stab" sound, Wright could clearly see a pair of pure black wings growing from Dax's back.

Although his whole body had also evolved from being possessed by the pitch-black demonic power, it was indeed a gray color now.

Huge ruby eyes, dark wings, a tail like a long whip, and a strong, almost distorted figure seemed familiar to Wright.

"It doesn't seem like the dragon I saw twenty years ago, the dragons don't have such a strange stature. It's not the dark monster either. What Dax has changed may be more like a god, a god who really belongs to mythology, like some kind of gargoyle, but more like a guardian of some kind of treasure. Wright analyzed, holding his chin.

Like a detective, a profession that has only become popular in Avontele in recent decades.

From the Cruster Empire, of course.

However, as Dax's roar passed through Wright's ears, several stone pillars with beautiful drawings appeared in the crimson space in front of him.

Wright shifts his perspective to the past, as if he is recording some dusty history.

"What's the point?" Wright asked.

"Say?" Dax's deep voice said, "There is no explanation. The only thing to say is that you passed the test, that your cognition, your courage and your guts met my requirements. You have the qualifications to step into the gods, and naturally you have the qualifications to seek them out. Now, I'm going to give you two abilities. First, your magic source power can be converted between the five basic powers at will, but you can only get a chance once after the intense moonlight passes through your body, and of course, you can't get the upper level of magic source power. Of course, no one can say how to obtain the upper-level magic source power, maybe it is a kind of fate. Second. ”

"What's the second?" asked Wright, with some eagerness.

Because he saw the shattering of the surrounding stone pillars, and the gradual disintegration of the crimson space.

"It's up to you to dig deeper. Believe you, your story has just begun. With the waters of the river and the call of the eagle land, you can get something deeper. Dax said, reaching out his claws in front of Wright and shoving him backwards.

Then, after a burst of falling sensations, Wright finally opened his heavy eyes.

"Is it dawn?" Wright wondered, turning his head to look at the unfamiliar room and the morning light that was brightening up outside the window.