Sleep made Carl understand a truth

"Who are you?" Yan Ling shouted loudly, the sweat on his forehead falling uncontrollably from nervousness.

"Who am I? We should have met. The voice spoke in a strange tone.

Da, da.

The dull sound of footsteps then reached Yan Ling's ears, so that he no longer dared to covet the comfort of sitting on the ground, and hurriedly got up, clenching his fists towards the source of the sound.

Even though he doesn't have any weapons to defend himself against danger, he must overcome his fear of the unknown and do his best to resist the danger that is coming.

Click.

The sound of the boots stopped abruptly in the darkness in front of Yan Ling, but his master still didn't show any face.

It was as if he belonged to this world, to everything that was made in the dark.

Panic, panic, sweat, faint wheezing.

The flame order is like being in a layer of mist, which belongs to the fog of darkness.

For a moment, the huge pitch-black voice of the Lord of the Sky Dragons flashed in his mind again.

It was as if the owner of the voice in front of him was gently licking the arms that had turned into tentacles with slime and purple eyes in the darkness with the head of a snake that looked like a snake's body.

The faint breeze that inadvertently swept through Yan Ling's ears seemed to confirm this terrible conjecture even more.

"You're a monster!" Yan Ling roared with a shudder.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his legs seemed to be a little limp.

The endless feeling of oppression, combined with the boundless gloom around them, together form a picture scroll that annihilates the soul.

"I'm a monster in a way. The voice said flatly.

If someone threatens you, coerces you, or even confronts you with harsh words in the dark, then you will not feel fear, but will get information that you can escape from this clue, so that you can calm down and choose the next direction.

But if the person you negotiate with is always in a confused language, unpredictable whereabouts, and words so plain that you can't seem to hear a single expression. Then you will most likely go crazy under this suppressed emotion, and eventually lose half of your soul.

"You're a monster, and if you want everything here, you're going to take my life, right?" Yan Ling asked in a trembling whisper.

Click.

There was another sound of footsteps, just a sound.

"No, it won't. I'm not the Grim Reaper, I'm just a collaborator of darkness. Sleeping on the plane for a long time finally made me understand that compromise can only lead to disaster. Why do I need someone else to make my own life, as if I belong to darkness, why do I have to live with the flames, isn't this a big joke?" the voice laughed.

"You're from the Empire?"

Hearing this, Yan Ling made an analysis based on the information in the words. Soon, the fantasies in his mind were swept away, and his trembling hands gradually regained their calm, and even the heart that was pounding just now seemed to regain their calm in an instant.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Four crisp sounds came from behind Yan Ling.

Like the bells of the Imperial Church.

It seems to be displayed in this empty space, because its ethereal nature cannot be concealed.

"You guessed right, I'm from the Empire. And, in the eyes that the god of the night has given me, I can see everything about you. The voice continued to recount in a flat voice.

"My everything?"

"Flame Order. The current acting general of the Flame Empire and the current captain of the Sky Army. At the age of fifteen, he went to the central empire to study in the city of Keding, and at the age of twenty, he returned to the Flame Empire and worked in the military hall of the imperial capital as a civilian. After the death of Emperor Shang, he was favored by the current emperor and served as the captain of the guard in the 539th year of the Imperial Dragon Yuan until 541 years of the Dragon Dynasty. In June of this year, he was promoted to the rank of Acting General of the Empire. If it weren't for the fact that the Empire didn't have the position of Marshal for the time being, I'm afraid you would be the youngest Marshal in the Empire. ”

The voice was like reading out the paper file of the Yan Order, accurate and detailed.

Yan Ling listened, almost thinking that he had returned to the unlit Imperial Personnel Department, listening to the old gentleman's recommendation to the little emperor.

"It's so detailed. Yan Ling couldn't help but admire.

The fear of the unknown in his heart also basically dissipated at this moment.

Except for a little fear of the darkness.

"Don't you want to know who I am?" the voice asked with a slight smile.

If there was enough light, Yan Ling could even see that the corners of the mouth of the childish face that matched the childish voice were slightly raised, as if expressing an emotion called "confidence".

"I want to know, but you know the darkness. Yan Ling explained.

"It's not time to ......," the voice said in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Yan Ling asked, not so clearly.

He said it wasn't time yet. ”

A repetitive voice came from behind Yan Ling, this time the volume was ample and the tone was deep.

But it sounded a little familiar to him.

"Maybe it's time for him to say it. The voice behind him said, "Bang, Bang" clapped his hands twice.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

The repetitive sound of the bell was accompanied by the clapping of hands.

Yan Ling seemed to feel that the temperature behind him was rising, and there seemed to be a faint light coming.

"Ahh

The violently growing bright light made Yan Ling's eyes that had been in the dark for a long time unbearable.

With the brief tears and burning caused by the irritation, Yan Ling could only cover his eyes first to avoid suffering more damage.

I don't know how long it was, it seemed like just three minutes, it seemed like three long centuries.

Yan Ling was finally able to open his eyes and scrutinize everything around him.

And it seems that the owner of the two voices also has enough patience to wait quietly for his eyes to open.

"Zhou Zhifeng?"

The first thing Yan Ling saw was Zhou Zhifeng, who was talking behind him just now, and in surprise, he blinked his eyes hard and looked carefully.

At this time, Zhou Zhifeng was still holding the sharp green long sword he had just taken from the statue in his hand.

The sword, like the most skillful royal swordsmith in the empire, perfectly blended the wind pattern with the edge of the sword, and the green gems inlaid in the hilt of the sword were also continuously transporting the magic power belonging to the wind for the entire sword.

And Zhou Zhifeng's whole body is no longer wearing the red semi-steel uniform of the soldiers of the Imperial Sky Army, but has been replaced with the heavy armor of the army that was popular in the empire a hundred years ago.

Zhou Zhifeng is like an even more ancient imperial soldier.

"It's really a good idea to put you here in a coma, I guessed when I saw those broken Imperial warplanes, those pitch-black insects are not the guardians of the Lost City at all, but belong to the darkness, right?" Zhou Zhifeng clenched his sword tightly and looked behind Yan Ling with slanted eyes.

"Dark?" Yan Ling turned his head curiously, looking at the owner of the immature voice just now.

It was a young man, his white face as if he had just come out of the bath, and the black color represented the center of the coat of the Imperial Demon Origin Master, and it was a crescent moon.

The moon belongs to darkness and the day belongs to light.

"I'm Carl. We met yesterday afternoon in His Majesty's palace. Karl smiled and looked apologetically at Yan Ling.

"I'm sorry, General Yanling. I shouldn't have woken you up this way. Perhaps you should learn of the failure of the mission in your slumber and do what you are supposed to do. The Lost City, no one can touch. Like the dragons, it is a source of desire. Once your heart is tainted even a little bit by desire, you will never be able to get rid of it, just like the obsession in front of you. Karl said, and the dark purple magic source power that belonged to the darkness all over his body was also surging.

"Obsession?" Yan Ling wondered, and actually took a few steps back, observing the two of them at the same time from an intermediate perspective.

"He is an obsession formed by this city thousands of years ago, he is not human, but a monster ......"

"Belonging to the dark you, what right do you have to accuse others of being monsters. Zhou Zhifeng interrupted angrily.

"I really don't qualify. I can't stop the empire's Longqing, and I can't stop the disaster it will bring. And now that I've chosen to be a collaborator of the Dark, I seem to be a monster too. Carl paused and continued: "But so what? The future I peeked out of Ye Mingyuan's mind was a frozen world. No matter how many times I tried, the result didn't change anything. I made an effort, I tried to go to the west to plot against Anke Mountain, let him lead troops into the imperial capital to stop Longqing, I tried to go to Gubin City to find Ye Gu to cooperate, and together we made a proposal to the emperor to delay Longqing. But I can't stop all this, and the rules appointed by the Creator must move in His direction. ”

"The rules of the Creator? What is that?" Yan Ling asked, the verbal attacks of the two of them leaving him scratching his head.

"Is it the Creator's rule? It's reincarnation. The human world is bound to experience desolation, reconstruction, prosperity, and disillusionment. Reincarnation until the energy of this universe is exhausted. Of course, that's not the point. The point is that I want to cooperate with the Emperor and try my best to prevent the recurrence of darkness and the arrival of disaster. But what a ridiculous mistake it turned out to be. I can unravel the chains of darkness that bind the Emperor alone, but I can't unravel the dark aura that pervades the Empire. Even the dark power has not yet fully emerged, no, it has appeared. Carl said, pulling out a transparent gem half the size of a palm from his bosom and showing it to the two of them.

Yan Ling is close and can be seen more clearly.

The overall background color of the transparent gemstone is similar to the black color around it.

"Even the power of darkness is not yet fully present," Carl continued, "and the power of the Lost City is being targeted. Think of the penal spell known as the Staff of God more than 800 years ago, when the city was a fleeting flash of power. ”

"So what? The Lost City only punishes those who want to hurt the wind. Zhou Zhifeng retorted.

"Yes? Maybe. The world does too much damage to the wind of the trees. But that's not the point either. The point is that I finally figured out everything in the slumber of the fighter plane in less than half a day, and I also figured out a truth. ”

"What's the truth?" Yan Ling and Zhou Zhifeng said in unison.

"The truth you believe in should fight for your own destiny, and all the gifts of others will be like smoke, dissipating away. Captain Yanling, I'm sorry, but in fact, more than eighty warplanes of the Empire did land safely on the Lost City. But I gave them the map they had. It was only a small means that I aroused the desire in their hearts, and finally wiped them all out and came here, waiting for you. Carl said, guilt flashing in his eyes.

"What did you say?" Yan Ling roared, clenched his fists, and walked quickly towards Karl.