Seeing Goethe's body turn into a lifeless flame and a few faint black rays of light, the little emperor and Lingyan did not dare to step forward.

The fear of nightmares comes from human emotions themselves, and even if they wake up from a nightmare, most people will have the feeling of fear.

"Is he gone?" Ling Yan asked with a slight sneer.

"Not sure, but the only thing that can be proven is that he has lost his most important qualification as a god. The little emperor explained, the perspective was the same as Lingyan, and he didn't dare to look at other positions.

The flame and black light lasted less than a minute in front of the two of them, and then as time passed, it turned into a cloud of sparks, and finally floated in the air a few times before merging into the hot lava in front of them.

Just as the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, cleaned up their clothes that looked a little wrinkled, wiped away the sweat that still existed on their foreheads, and were about to leave, an old but slightly excited voice came from behind them.

"Ah, so happy, so happy, so relaxed!"

"Who?" Ling Yan shouted, pulling out the firearm in his hand, ready to fight again.

But they don't have any enemies left in front of them, at least until the Second Ritual begins, and there won't be any enemies who can actually stop them.

"It's like the fire dragon is talking. The little emperor analyzed, holding the flying stone tightly in his right hand, and his body did not feel any relaxed posture, looking at the tall and majestic fire dragon.

"I'm a nightmares-haunted dragon, and I'm finally freed. The fire dragon said, and the body made of flames gradually shrank in front of the two of them, and in a short time, the height of his body was only half the size of before.

But even so, for the two human beings, the Little Emperor and Ling Yan, this level of body can still be called huge.

Is the gap between dragons and humans so obvious?

The little emperor thought to himself, and did not immediately take the words of the dragon in front of him.

"Liberation, do you mean Goethe, the god of nightmares?" asked Lingyan, not taking back the fire gun in his hand.

"That's right. When the first ritual begins, the nightmare awakens, and the boy with the blood of the dragon comes, it is the final moment of revival of the dragon clan. Ancient prophecies, ancient calls, and the waiting of our dragons have finally been rewarded. The dragon admired and returned to its previous half-kneeling state, signaling to the little emperor.

"If Goethe is a hint of the second ritual, then after his disappearance, we should see another path. If he's not the god of the Second Ritual, then you're the prompter of the Second Ritual, right?" the Little Emperor analyzed two possibilities.

The dragon did not immediately answer or analyze, but only nodded slightly after silence, which was a response to the little emperor's speculation.

"Do we have to wait for the arrival of the son of the dragon?" added the little emperor, seeing that the dragon did not answer him.

"There is no need, there will be no shortage of those who should come, and those who should not come will be swallowed by lava. The Gate of the Sky has not yet been opened, and for the Dragon Son, who has received some of his memories, he has not been given his own time zone. Just like every normal human being. Some people are born with favorable conditions and have already achieved fame in their youth. But some people don't get a little opportunity and brilliance until the twilight of their lives. The dragon elaborated.

"Don't talk to me about these philosophical issues," Ling Yan looked a little angry, for some reason, his heart was mixed with some anxious emotions in addition to anger.

"Don't be angry, don't be anxious, or you'll be lost. The dragon patiently advised.

"Listen to what he has to say!" the little emperor should also follow the dragon's words, and stretched out his hand to hold Ling Yan's chest.

Obviously, these philosophical topics are also very much in line with the appetite of the little emperor.

"Actually, after the first ritual begins, there are no other difficulties in front of you, the one who has stepped into the dragon realm, except for Goethe. The second, third, fourth, and even final rituals are just a matter of course. But can you guess why I'm here?" the dragon deliberately sold a pass.

"Why?" the little emperor just asked two words lightly.

"The sky and the ground will be for our people who will sleep next. But the power of darkness is everywhere, and you have to be careful, once darkness takes over even one percent of our bodies, we will repeat the tragedy of five hundred years ago. ”

"Is it a tragedy?" the little emperor thought seriously, and the flint stone in his right hand that was still glowing seemed to be clenched tighter by him.

"In the game between dawn and darkness, who can find hope. Who is whispering in the call of fire and ice?The person who bears the key to the dragon realm, how to enlighten the future of the world. When the sword of the dragon falls, the world remains, the pain of memory flashes, and the mystery of the future is no more. The dragon recited aloud.

"Darkness and the gods are still asleep, steam and magic are constantly at play, and we will eventually experience reincarnation under the great dreams of the Creator. The little emperor also seemed to remember something, and recited it along.

"It's fate, it's balance. This is the growth of all things, this is the death of all things. Those who belong to the future, go forward, even if there is only a little flame, you must see the red sky. The dragon continued.

From the sides of his body, two bright flames of light suddenly emerged.

Like two swords carefully crafted by imperial craftsmen, and like arrows used in the imperial sacrifices.

Under the breath of the half-kneeling dragon, the flames were like two living children, exuding a laugh that could only be understood, and struck in the direction of the little emperor and Ling Yan.

But the fire does not bring light, just as the sun does not always bring warmth.

After the two flames wrapped the little emperor tightly, the two flames quickly rushed around.

In just three seconds, the hot lava around them still existed, and the land that had been divided in two seemed to be connected to the dark ground formed by the dissipation of the surrounding lava, forming an endless platform.

"This is the palace of the Second Rite, open it, and the Lost City will also receive the message and truly reappear from the mist. And I, ahem, my mission was accomplished. You, ahem, you are the descendant of Yanjun, our promises to each other have finally been lived up. The dragon said in a staccato old voice, dissipating in front of the two of them.

As the last bit of light from the lava and the fire dragon dissipated, the two little emperors, who could barely see the surroundings, fell into the endless darkness again.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" Lingyan cried out anxiously, and as darkness came, the fear in his heart finally overtook his anger and took over the emotional upper hand of the moment.

But this endless darkness, like the maw of a hovering man-eating demon, seemed to have swallowed up all the light, all the sounds, and even all the senses around it.

Ling Yan seemed to be able to feel the beads of sweat on his forehead caressing his cheeks like a strange tentacle, and he could also feel the vomiting sensation brought to him by swallowing saliva like a throat, and even he could feel that there were countless demons, demons, ghosts, and a series of unknown and mysterious strange creatures staring at his seductive flesh in the sudden darkness.

It seemed that as long as he had the slightest desire to give up on life, those creatures would quickly break through the shackles of darkness, open his chest, and eat up all his hot and still beating "blood pumps".

This is the realm that belongs to the god of darkness, this is the whisper that belongs to the Creator.

The darkness continued to weigh on his mind, and it seemed like a scythe-like death tearing his soul apart.

"Is there anyone?

In the darkness, how he wished that another little light existed, even if it was just a faint breath, it was better than the boundless silence of the moment.

"Is anyone there?" Lingyan called again, even looking a little hysterical.

Eventually, the fear that lingered around his body turned into a cloud of restless blood and rushed straight into his mind.

Click!

Bang!

He couldn't stand the darkness any longer, picked up the firebolt, and pulled the mechanism.

Shoot straight into the air!

However, the fireball from his firebolt was silently like a pop in the night, and it quickly disappeared as a brilliant flame.

But in this endless darkness, it seems that a corner has been torn open by him.

Where the fireball finally fell to the ground and disappeared, it suddenly flickered with several strange colored lights.

As these rays of light rapidly expanded, expanded, and diverged, a star-like picture quickly appeared in front of Ling Yan's eyes.

"Starlight?" Ling Yan said excitedly, ignoring the environment he was in, and rushed towards the stars in front of him.

Those starlights also seemed to be human, and as he continued to move forward, they gradually shone and became brilliant.

Eventually, when a huge light the size of a clock on the Imperial Clock Tower appeared before his eyes, he could no longer hold back his thirst for light and plunged his hands into the light.

"Ahh

A painful sensation that penetrated deep into his heart quickly spread throughout his body.

Finally, when the light filled his eyes, filled all that his eyes could see. There was no more fear or loneliness in his mind, just a glimmer of light belonging to the future.

"Ahh

When the light finally uncontrollably drained his soul, his eyes finally dimmed.

"Lingyan, this is the palace of the second ceremony. The blood of the dragons is no longer needed here, but only the blood of the descendants of the union of man and dragon. ”

Listening to the familiar voice of the little emperor, Ling Yan blinked his eyes a few times hard, and then looked at the surroundings that were still full of darkness just now.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. Lingyan replied in shock.

"Hallucinations can only affect us for a moment, not all of us. If you can walk through the darkness just now, you seem to have the qualifications to become a god. The little emperor said, turning to look at Ling Yan.

I don't know when, the little emperor's hands, which were a little dark because of the flames, had an extra book that was not very heavy.

However, at this time, Ling Yan didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the little emperor, but turned his head to observe the surrounding environment.

It turned out that when the fire dragon dissipated just now, all the lava around it had receded, and the stones left behind by the lava retreated formed four walls around the two of them, enclosing an area only the size of the Imperial Ruling Palace.

As expected, in this area, except for the flickering candles on the walls, black is still the main tone here.

"It is mentioned in the book that this is the battle control room when humans defeated the dragons in the past. Here, we can easily command the next four rituals, and similarly, we can observe the footage of the Lost City that will open next. This is my temporary command room. The little emperor said flatly, but he couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart.

According to the instructions of the book in his hand, under the sparkle of the remaining light system magic source power left by relying on the Flying Flame Stone, a podium was raised out of thin air on the ground in front of the little emperor.

It's like a place where imperial orators exert their passions.

However, Ling Yan behind him, after the panic and fear dissipated, slightly straightened up the messy green uniform, pinned the fire gun back to his waist, and secretly took out a red dagger inlaid with blue gems.

The corners of his mouth also inadvertently revealed his long-buried smile.