The chanting was in the standard imperial Chinese, and if it weren't for the deep dragon realm, the sound of the world's most beautiful language would be enough to enchant anyone.

Even those who have never been exposed to this language will be fascinated by the beautiful monosyllabic pronunciation behind the square words, and the beautiful melody of the imperial guqin will even enchant the body and mind of the person who is standing.

"It's like a stream of light descending from the sky, or a wonderful dream scenery in the valley after the fog opens, if this world hadn't given me this great mission to join hands with dragons, these peaceful places would be the final destination of my heart and soul. The little emperor said softly.

At this moment, he no longer seems to be himself, he is like a child chasing the glory of the stars, and he is like a teenager with a small mechanical toy.

Instead of lava and tumbling flames, or dark and hard rock, he felt like an endless green field beneath his feet, surrounded by a trickle of streams.

These streams gradually tumbled and jumped to the beautiful melody of the Imperial Ancient Qin, briskly like an elf.

If the country across the sea in the eastern part of the empire had seen such a scene, it would have resonated with their gods.

The little emperor thought, watched, intoxicated, and psychedelic.

As the music changed repeatedly, he was no longer in front of a stream, but a blue but crystal clear lake.

The glowing stones, the joyful creatures, and the warm air currents that blew from nowhere all haunted him, immobilizing him.

It seems that this is the scene that belongs to his most ancient dreams.

"It's beautiful!" said the little emperor.

His body seemed to be no longer under his control at this moment, and he was already enveloped by the beauty of the illusion, and he walked forward slowly.

"Come here, Your Majesty, this is your ideal country. If the world loses the war eventually, the machines will be blocked by vines, the magic will only show the world the light of happiness, and you, in place of the old creator who indulges in its own nightmares, will become the new master of this world. The owner of the singing voice stated to the little emperor in a tone that was almost as feminine as a woman.

"New ...... The master of the world?" muttered the little emperor, not stopping his steps towards the front.

The lake and the verdant wilderness seemed to beckon him from the depths of his soul, and his dreams for the future, all his preparations, were nothing more than to create a world that truly belonged to each individual human being.

"That's right, the new world will be ......," the voice continued, but it seemed to begin to drift away from the little emperor, as the last remaining voice faded into a faint voice.

"Your Majesty!

"Huh?"

With a few rapid sounds, the entire scenery in front of the little emperor's eyes disappeared in an instant as if the gate was pulling, and a burning sensation that penetrated into the depths of his soul took over his senses at this time, making him feel a trace of fear.

"Your Majesty, you can't get lost here!"

The one who cried out anxiously was none other than Ling Yan, his hands blackened by the flames, already clutching the little emperor's body to ensure that he could maintain the last bit of balance.

"Lost?" the little emperor wondered.

As the burning sensation dissipated from the moment of vision from calm to light, the little emperor unconsciously looked down, and a feeling of fear and horror from the depths of his soul slowly squirmed from his limbs, and quickly took over his body after the dull popping sound of the hot lava in front of him.

It was like a dying person being judged by the Lord, and a person who had already been judged was being punished from hell.

Only then did the little emperor react, and it was not the elf or the blue lake that he was slowly walking towards just now, but a demon and the hot lava under his feet.

If Ling Yan's hand was half a step slower, the little emperor's body would merge into the entire magma, and like the soldiers before him, it would turn into a few wisps of smoke that were not very white, drifting to the top of this closed realm of the dragon realm, and even the soul would cease to exist.

Even if his demonic power came from flames and dragons, under such a scorching force, it could only prolong the time of suffering and could not have any useful effect.

"Phew, this is, this is temptation. The little emperor gasped for breath and sat freely on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I don't think this song is a guide, or a message to us, it's more like an illusion to make us hallucinate and thus better destroy us. Ling Yan analyzed.

"In this way, the power of this illusion surpasses that of any of the Empire's Demon Origin Masters, and even a master of puppet manipulation from the West is unlikely to be able to lead us into temptation with a singing voice. The little emperor smiled slightly, but looking at the soldiers around him who were still staying still and Ling Yan beside him, who was not affected in the slightest, a sudden feeling of doubt also occupied his thoughts: "Anyway, why haven't you been affected by it?"

"We, I suppose, are loyal to you. Without your orders, the soldiers of the Empire will stand still even if they are impaled by swords or attacked by poisonous snakes and beasts. Lingyan explained.

"Yes, loyalty, that's what you want. The little emperor sighed in a low voice, and did not continue to ask.

However, what he didn't pay close attention to was that Ling Yan, who was supporting him beside him, did show a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and his cheeks were also trembling slightly.

But even though the little emperor was still in front of him with hot lava and crackling sounds from time to time, he still couldn't seem to forget the psychedelic dream just now.

It seemed to ignite the last pure land that he was buried deep in his heart and did not want to show to others, and it seemed to ignite the flame of his desire to dare not tell others, and he seemed to enjoy the feeling of psychedelia more, even when he was in danger.

"Stockholm syndrome?" said the little emperor with a smirk.

Although he knew that it meant that, he could not remember when it was brought to him and told to him. Of course, he was well aware that no one or city outside the empire had ever been given that name.

Who gave him the vocabulary?

The little emperor shook his head, but still chose to give up thinking retrieval.

At the moment, no amount of psychedelia, fear or excitement can bring him a deeper impact, after the first ritual is opened, the dragon realm only extends the time for him to look for two hours, if the second ritual cannot be opened normally, the dragon gate will still disappear completely, and I am afraid that there will not even be a little door frame on that altar at that time.

But where is the passage of the second ceremony?

Thinking of this, the little emperor pushed away the spirit flame that was still holding him, and looked at the lava around him.

Unfortunately, no passage has emerged other than the slender passage through which it was entered.

Including Ye Mingyuan, who he was waiting for, did not appear as scheduled.

It's as if they're trapped on an island, and all that's left around them is the breath of hell and death.

"Guidance!Second ritual, where is the dragon?" roared the little emperor, and after looking around a few times, he began to go a little crazy.

But at the same time, in front of him and the other soldiers, there was a strong tumbling sound, and with this sound, the lava stacked upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if he was growing into a flaming lava beast.

Just as the little emperor watched the giant beast temporarily retreat a few steps back to ensure safety, the stacked lava seemed to have no follow-up power, and gradually shook the magma outward in front of everyone.

In a short time, the lava had shrunk to the shape and size of a child.

"Have you ever dreamed of death?" said the lava-formed child to the crowd in front of him.

The little emperor heard very clearly, the owner of this voice from the flames was the voice that confused him in the illusion just now, and it was also the chanting voice that had given the wrong instructions just now.

Now, he, oh no, it was him, seemed to have shed all disguise and disguise, and in front of more than forty pairs of bewildered, surprised, expectant, or frightened eyes, a pair of sharp claws formed of lava stretched out in mid-air, and after a few slight fluctuations of the red substance covering the side of his body, he landed in front of the little emperor.

Fortunately, they kept a distance of seven or eight meters, and as soon as the lava came into contact with the lower temperature, it turned into some rubble and sparks, which could not do them more damage. And the lava that seemed to have life also transformed into the appearance of a weak boy in front of everyone, but he and the normal boy had a pair of pure black wings like a demon in addition to his demeanor and body with scales.

But he is not a dragon who has consulted with the little emperor many times.

"Who are you, Dragon?" the little emperor asked the young man in front of him, not answering his question.

"I want to ask again, have you ever dreamed of death?" the young man repeated softly, and a pair of huge claws belonging to the dragon clan grew from his right hand, and slowly walked in the direction of the little emperor.

Such unfriendly behavior is either a provocation or a sign of battle in the eyes of anyone in the empire or in the world.

Although the little emperor and the soldiers around him were occupied by fear just now because of the unknown, the real danger in front of him did not belong to the category of unknown.

What we fear is only the fear itself, when the fear is unknown, we will always fear them, and when the fear is known, we no longer have any reason to continue to fear.

Thinking of the famous words of the Western foreign philosopher Wozki Shuode, the little emperor took a deep breath, quickly pulled out the fire gun on his waist, and after skillfully pulling the mechanism, he was facing the dragon boy in front of him.

And the other soldiers, including Ling Yan, also followed the little emperor's movements, and took out the fire guns and pointed them at the young man's forehead and heart.

These sharp weapons of the Steam Age have inspired the spirit of war in the air game with ancient magic.