"What's wrong? Yaruko, what's going on? How did I hear the explosion. Kyle shouted in the cacophony of voices, pushing the door open and looking at the same chaotic scene in front of him.

"I don't know, Kyle, maybe there is something wrong with this kid's demonic power, or maybe his spiritual power has surpassed our understanding. In short, things have come to this point. Instead of focusing on the cause now, let's think about whether we need to let this test continue. Yaruko half-roared, his hands still on the mechanical levers, ready to wait for Kyle's orders.

After all, he is the highest person in charge here.

"I think," Kyle looked a little confused, after all, the result was what he expected, and it was one of the results he wanted to see.

After hesitating for two or three seconds, to be precise, it was only after the red and black intertwined mass began to squirm that he finally made up his mind.

"Stop, stop. The machines we have here are still a lot more important. The strength and spiritual power of his dragon clan have been shown to us enough. Stop the test immediately. Kyle ordered.

"Okay, stop it!" Aruko said, his right hand slamming into the only joystick in front of him.

With the electricity splashing outwards and the complex sound of its roar, the machinery in front of Yaruko finally moved from chaos to peace as he felt the strength in his body almost run out.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick......"

Looking at the messy scene and the alarms about the damage, Kyle wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the mess around him, exhaled, and said:

"Find someone to clean up, Yaruko. I think that even though we have fewer and fewer mystical researchers here every year, there should always be one or two left to clean up the mess, shouldn't we? The god of immortality has blessed me, and he has blessed us all. I think I can bring Clay to Ice, he needs to be put to a better trial, and he doesn't have to be a test subject. He doesn't want to be a test subject, he needs to be a subordinate who is grateful to us. ”

"I have no objection, I agree. Yaruko said without seeing any expression.

Then, he half-turned his body to the back, lifted a glass lid, and pressed one of the jewel-like red buttons.

Then, with his hand, he grabbed a long tube sticking out from under the button, and shouted into it in an already hoarse voice:

"Two people, bring the tools, and clean the room. ”

"Yes, Mr. Yaruko. Two young voices replied in unison.

Rumble!

With a heavy sound of the iron door opening, two abandoned youths in white coats and holding strange purple glows walked straight to Yaruko's side.

"I should have taken Clayt away first. The time I agreed with Princess Relita is coming up," Kyle said, flipping his sleeve and looking at the silver-white watch engraved with the double-headed eagle in his hand, continued:

"In two hours, I'll have to put Clay under the princess's nose before I can proceed with our next steps. ”

"It should be fine, but I advise you to take a look at the boy first, he doesn't seem to be at the point where you can take him away. Yaruko said, gesturing to the center of the room.

Following his finger, Kyle looked and saw that Clay was still standing in place with a blank gaze, but the transparent crystal ball above his head had turned a vivid red at this time.

The aura rich in demonic power also flowed outward from the bright red at this time, along Clayter's body, wrapping him deadly.

"What is this?" asked Kyle, turning his head to ask with some confusion.

"His test, or rather the catharsis of his spiritual powers, is not yet complete. But it seems like it's running out of time, so we'll just wait here. But you two," Yaruko continued, turning his gaze to the two young men:

"That scrapped machine and the garbage in this place need to be cleaned up, just don't touch the teenager. ”

"Yes, sir. The two of them replied neatly, and walked straight to the vicinity of the place where they had just been shattered.

......

In the long memory backtrack, Clayte was feeling a deep feeling of powerlessness.

When he was guided by his memory to hand the sword back to Yan Sheng, everything in front of him flashed quickly like a marquee.

"I remember, it was the weird dream I had that time. After that dream, I thought my memories were starting to come back, but nothing actually happened, and instead I was caught up in a huge conspiracy. Clay muttered to herself, looking at his young body as it was swept away by the purple light.

As a poor creature with lost memories, Crane's attachment to memories was not as strong as anything else at this time.

As the obsession in his consciousness intensified, all the purple and crimson scenes in front of him gradually began to be replaced by verdant and crimson.

"Is this teleportation from night to evening? Forget about the night, at least it's the dawn if you get through it. But the evening was not beautiful, and it was long dark afterward. Clay said with some regret, unconsciously looking up ahead.

"Is that you?" Cryter was taken aback, and hurriedly took two steps back, almost falling to the ground.

"It's me, Peter Socrates. Remember what I said to you when I was in the Dragon Realm?" Peter said with an eerie smile and took two steps forward.

"Why are you here? I don't want to see you. Clay said angrily, and half-bowed his head.

He naturally remembered Peter Socrates, and even if he was buried in the ice for thousands of years, he would never forget the boy who told him some truth in the Dragon Realm.

However, the boy, it seems that Peter in front of him does not look like the boy in his memory. To Clayter, it seems more like a young man in his twenties.

The white gloves, the neat uniform of the country I don't know which country he belonged to, and a sign on his chest that marked his identity, seemed incompatible with his previous identity.

"Don't you want to regain your memory?" said Peter, intriguingly, dragging Clayter's chin with his hand and lifting his head up with force.

"I think. But my consciousness tells me that the memories you have told me are not true, they are false. Clay said defiantly, holding his head high.

Syllable!

Peter slapped Clay hard, as if to physically refute his views, but more like a vent for his inner anger.

"You are an apostle of the Dark King, and no one can change that. Whether you believe it or not, you must also accept this fact. ”

"So what?" said Clayter, gritting her teeth, covering half of her face and spitting out half of her blood.

"Do you remember Karl, who fantasized about being completely cut off from his former self, only to be taken over by the king, and finally died in the Lost City. You also know that he is the owner of the dark demon source power, he doesn't believe in the god of the Dark King, who can he trust? Although you don't need to use him, you can be regarded as a dragon, right, but you still can't cut off all ties with the Great King. I must repeat to you that there are memories that I told you you don't want to recognize, but there are memories that don't reach the moment you should know. Everything about you is far more complicated than everything you know, and you are not immune to fate. And, apart from the dragons leaving some shadows on you, can you feel the shadow of a demigod left on you? Peter said, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"The shadow of the demigod?" Clete was a little puzzled.

In the midst of this eerie sunset, Peter's mention of information about the gods really made him feel a little strange beyond words.

"The Chooser. Although I don't know how much this god belongs to, you already have its shadow on you. Peter replied.

"What is a Chooser?" Clay continued.

"It's always possible to choose the right path at the right fork in the road. But I'll tell you that even though you don't know where I am now, I'm not going to tell you what power I used to get in touch with you. However, for you and the Dark King, I have also found a suitable collaborator for you. You will meet him at the right time, and he will help you get everything you deserve, including memories. Peter said, looking at the crimson sky.

"What kind of man is he?" asked Clayter, also looking at the sky.

"His name is Wright Hain, and he has the physical qualities of a soldier. In the same way, he still learned some of the magic power in this era of rolling steam waves, and although he is not as powerful as you, I can sense it from his body that his research and pursuit of mystery is at least above mine. If the wheel of fate rolls in front of you and me, sooner or later the two of you will be matched by fate. Peter paused, and returned his gaze to Clayte.

However, after a burst of temperature that seemed to pierce the soul, Clay found that everything in front of him was becoming blurry and dim, as if torn and devoured by a wild beast.

"I, how do I find him. Clay asked eagerly, trying to run forward.

"I don't know, maybe you'll meet when the whispers of steam come back and the extraordinary happens. Peter said, his form began to darken along with his surroundings.

Clay tried to ask something, but his throat felt like it was being choked by tentacles, and he couldn't make any sound.

His vision became blurred at this point, and he was finally completely black again.

......

"Mr. Kyle, Mr. Kyle. ”

After seeing the crystal ball hanging above Clayter's head return to its transparent color, Yaruko shouted to Kyle.

"Huh, is it over?" Kyle came back to his senses and continued:

"Can I take him with me? I think the results of this test are very satisfying. ”

"Absolutely. However, after bringing him back under the princess's nose, that is, in the center of the capital, you should consider the question of his identity, you see. Yaruko said, pointing in the direction of Clayte.

After Kyle looked away, he suddenly realized that at some point, behind Clayter's dark red clothes, a pair of majestic wings with twisted patterns intertwined with red and pitch black had grown.

It even exudes an oppressive magical aura.