"Lingyan, you see, this is the Lost City that has begun to emerge from the sky slightly. If my watch hadn't counted wrong, it would have been two o'clock in the afternoon Imperial time. It just so happened to be the hottest time of the day in the entire northern part of the empire. The little emperor said to himself, holding the Flying Flame Stone in his hand, and sliding something on a small square slanted plane in front of him.

"Your Majesty, this, this?" Ling Yan looked at the strange light emanating from the plane, looking a little surprised.

The confident expression he had just now was gone in an instant, and even the dagger he had just prepared was unconsciously reinserted into the dagger set on his waist.

The blue fluorescence emitted from the plane was a shining picture that he had never seen in his life, and the dazzling tails like comets produced by the continuous sliding of the little emperor's fingertips also reflected the light on the plane onto the wider stone plane in front of them.

After a while, the picture projected by the Imperial Demon Source Master with a magic crystal ball was displayed in front of the two of them without embellishment.

"This is the core, the core of everything here. The warriors of the Empire have died carrying their honor, and now Goethe has completely lost his breath, and the dragons of the First Rite have opened the door to control the dragon realm for us. In other words, we are already at the center of the place, and the slightest move here will send a message to the other four positions of the Flame Dragon, who will receive the message and receive a brief soul to complete the remaining four rituals for us. When the five rituals are fully activated, all the dragons here will awaken, and in front of us, a teleportation array will appear leading to one of the two altars. The little emperor patiently explained, as if he wanted to tell Lingyan everything he knew.

"But Your Majesty, didn't you say that there is still a lost city, and what about the dragons there?"

"After the second ritual is completed, the Lost City will be restored to earth under the backdrop of the sun's thick clouds. The army of the Flame Order's Void will carry the sacrifices there, and the two places where the dragons are imprisoned, no matter which one is opened, the other will become a matter of course. When the time comes, these dragons will guide the rest of the Empire's warriors and transform them into gods. The little emperor said as he walked briskly towards a corner of the dark enclosed space.

"The existence of gods, Your Majesty, have you never mentioned these?" Ling Yan looked a little confused, he couldn't understand what a god was, and the similarities or differences between humans and gods.

"When it's done, everything will be clear. Rest assured, you will be the only one to emerge from the Dragon Realm with me. When it is all over, when I appear hand in hand with you before the people, you will be able to enjoy one of my glory and greatness. Moreover, after the Flame Order has obtained all the information that belongs to the Lost City, including the release of the dragons there, his place will be yours. The little emperor said with a smile, his words full of the qualities of a monarch.

Kite.

The first word that came to Lingyan's mind was this, he had never trusted anything that belonged to this empire. Otherwise, during the period of Emperor Shang, his family would not have met the Lord in advance.

But even then, he had to follow in the footsteps of the emperor.

As an independent person, and a person with his ideals and goals, he will not give up any ideals that belong to him until he takes the last step.

Even though they once seemed so weak, like fungi that are born during the day and wither at night, now they seem so powerful, so great, that they are just one step away from touching it.

Thinking of this, Ling Yan forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart. His right hand inadvertently touched the fire hammer and dagger at his waist, and he knew that now was not the time to use them.

"What are you doing in a daze? There is still a sacrifice to activate it completely, and you can help me move it out. ”

The little emperor's scolding interrupted Ling Yan's thoughts.

He looked in the direction of the sound, only to realize that the huge wooden box that had been carried into here by the Imperial soldiers had been placed in the corner of this claustrophobic space at some point.

After answering a little woodenly, Ling Yan also learned from those who were always obedient in front of the emperor, smiled apologetically, and hurriedly trotted all the way to the wooden box.

As a non-commissioned officer of the Empire, Ling Yan's physical fitness was not much worse. The wooden box, which originally required four people to move, was lifted by him lightly, and with a strong carry, he lifted most of it.

Under the command of the little emperor, it only took a dozen seconds to move to the vicinity of the inclined plane.

"It's time to open it, a sacrifice to the Dragon Realm. The little emperor smiled, stretched out his left index finger, and pressed it at a round red spot the size of a fingertip above the wooden box.

Click, click, click, click, click, click.

The wooden box, which is made of the magic source power and technology combined, began to activate the mechanism in it after obtaining the magic source power from the little emperor's fingertips.

Accompanied by the sound of the mechanism activating, the wooden box emitted a dazzling blue light.

Ling Yan on the side seemed to see that the strange light of the wooden box was exactly the same as the color that was being projected on the wall in front of them.

It's as if their power is the same root and the same source.

After a while, when the blue light dissipated and the wooden box completely disintegrated into a useless pile of wood, the soft sacrifice in the wooden box was displayed in front of the two of them.

"Yang Cai, why is she a sacrifice?" Ling Yan said in surprise.

"Why can't she be a sacrifice. You know, she also has half of the dragon blood in her body. Naturally, my blood alone is not enough to start the rest of the ritual, in fact, there is one thing you know. The little emperor smiled crookedly, and walked in front of Ling Yan in three or two steps.

"What's the matter? Your Majesty. Ling Yan looked a little flustered.

However, he didn't dare to put his hands on his waist, but simply pounded them on his sides. He had seen the little emperor's magic source power, and when he was prepared, he did not have any advantage.

"Dragon's blood is just a sacrifice for the first ritual. Ye Mingyuan, the son of the dragon, is actually not very useful when he is not there. I know you know him, and even make any engagements. ”

"No, Your Majesty, I don't, I'm loyal," Ling Yan hurriedly argued......

"No excuse, it doesn't matter. His mission as a son of the dragon has actually been accomplished. There is no need for him here, but his status as the son of the dragon has always been one of the propaganda of the Empire, and if it were not for the need to maintain the confidence of those Imperial warriors, I would not have had to explain it that way. From the beginning of his duel with that traitor to Yegu, I knew that he would not stay long in the imperial capital, or even in the entire empire. There is no need for me to keep him, so even if he does escape with your help, it will not be an unacceptable loss for the Empire. ”

"Your Majesty, I didn't help him escape......" Ling Yan defended again.

"It doesn't matter," interrupted the little emperor, "don't you understand? the whole dragon clan has been reborn, what's the use of having a dragon son? when he comes back, the empire will still have his place, and if he flees, the empire won't hold him accountable." He is only a small individual among the countless human beings born under the hands of the Creator, and he may not even have seen the shadow of the Creator. ”

"Your Majesty, I see. Ling Yan hurriedly explained, also breathing a sigh of relief.

Since the little emperor did not know his true plans, there was still a glimmer of possibility for him to realize them.

"Look at this sacrifice, sleeping so peacefully. If it weren't for the fact that this world and the dragon clan needed her, how could I be willing to let him be annihilated in the dragon realm?" said the little emperor as he looked at Yang Cai's soft body.

At this time, Ling Yan's perspective finally looked from the panic to the position he should be looking at.

Yang Cai, a junior officer in the Empire, was supposed to be an inconspicuous girl among the many non-commissioned officers. At best, that is, the gender will be watched several times as a sign of respect.

But at this time, her whole body seemed to be unpolished, only draped in a white scarf, wrapping the petite body created by the Creator.

Under the direct gaze, Ling Yan seemed to feel the blood in his body surging inexplicably, and his brain didn't seem to want him to pay more attention to what he shouldn't be paying attention to, so he simply let his eyes flash black.

"Ouch!" Ling Yan shouted, almost falling to the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" asked the little emperor.

When Ling Yan's consciousness regained its calm, Yang Cai's unmodified body had already appeared in the arms of the little emperor.

However, the little emperor did not have any emotions that a man should have, and his perspective never left the blue glowing wall from beginning to end.

It was only when he finally placed Yang Cai in a fixed position under the wall that he glanced at it slightly, and then took out the flintstone from his pocket and placed it on his fingertips.

"Almighty Creator!" the little emperor prayed, sliding his hand over the plane of the small square that lay diagonally.

Ling Yan took a few steps forward to look curiously, but the little emperor didn't stop him.

On the contrary, he hoped that the outstanding non-commissioned officer of the Empire would be able to read the strange symbols on it.

"Great dragons, great lords. What you have before you is a sacrifice that belongs to the gods. The little emperor chanted, and with the flint stone, he quickly drew the lines of the dragon on the plane.

"Is this a dragon?" Ling Yan said curiously.

However, the little emperor ignored his question, and continued his chanting: "Please accept the sacrifice and return the dragon clan to the Flame Empire." We have been preparing for today since our ancestor Yanjun. This world does not need war, but the power of light is not enough. Your faithful believers, sincere descendants, and wise successors, I, will follow the will of the Creator and restore eternal peace to this twisted world. ”

After the little emperor finished chanting, he slammed his palm into the plane.

Suddenly, that blue light quickly slipped out of the fingertips of the little emperor's fingers like a man-eating monster, forming a huge mouth.

In less than three seconds, Yang Cai's white body disappeared in place along with the blue light.

On the wall in front of them, a picture of lava and the ground was projected.

And in the center of the picture is still a huge dragon lying down in flames.

"Look, the second ritual has begun!" the little emperor shouted for joy, staring blankly at the dragon as it slowly rose.

However, he didn't notice that Ling Yan's eyes behind him were filled with a sense of extreme anger.

The ideal blood in his body was filling his eyes, and in his right hand, he once again took out the delicate dagger inlaid with blue gems.