In the depths of his mind, he had been running away from the fact that he was a foreign race.

It's good to live like that, at least you don't feel lonely.

……

In the darkness, he seemed to have walked alone for a long time in solitude, and the white light was far away from him.

In a trance, he seemed to hear someone shouting his name far ahead.

It was a very faint voice, low and hoarse, low and hoarse, like a glimmer of light suddenly shining in this boundless darkness, gradually, more and more low, gradually, more and more low, and finally evolved into a myriad of voices roaring, countless voices roaring.

He couldn't tell what kind of voice it was, but he thought it should be a condensation of all the negative emotions in the world.

Crying, fear, despair, just like people running in panic when disaster strikes.

"Hey!" It was said.

In the darkness, he slowly crouched down, followed the sound and looked, and what entered the curtain was a fiery red glow.

It was a glow of red, bright and dazzling.

After a brief moment of blindness, he took a step and walked uncontrollably into the light.

"Boom", the moment he stepped into the light cluster, countless cries surged towards him like a stormy wave, and the deafening screams seemed to engulf his entire body.

What kind of world is that? Fear and crying were everywhere.

He couldn't think of any words in the world that could describe that tragic scene, and if there was, he thought it must be "despair."

Blazing flames burned across the sky, and blazing flames raged through the city. People screamed and ran in panic, and the old bell tower collapsed in flames. The endless avenue was shattered, and the bustling pavilions were crying harshly. Thousands of arrows fell silently in the sky, and huge, heavy plaques froze, flipped and fell from mid-air, engraved with the rusty words ...... "City of the End"!

My heart hurts, it's like something is cutting. He thought he must have forgotten something, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"The City of the End." He spoke coldly. His expression was so calm that he seemed to be explaining a normal name.

"Daddy!" In the midst of the wails in the sky, the small figure stood alone in the flames.

It was a childish child, with a spear in his thin arms.

Beneath the glorious, collapsing palace, the flame-engulfed figure is now uttering his last wail.

"Geng'er...... With the vicissitudes of life...... Go to Changming...... Tell him...... No...... Coming back again......"

"Boom!"

The charred building finally let out its last scream with a roar, and finally collapsed with a bang. Flames fell from the sky, blanketing the ruins.

"Daddy! Father! Come out soon, Daddy! The child cried and shouted, and tears were about to burst out of his eyes. Flames roared past him, and charred buildings collapsed around him. But instead of rushing forward, he slowly retreated with the spear in his arms.

"Whew!" At the same time, a deafening roar came out of the dark clouds in horror. Dark, boundless bone wings silently peeked out of the clouds.

It was a monster too large to describe in words, its dark black wings stretched out as cold as steel. It flew low and gently through the clouds, its sharp scales cutting through every inch of space like daggers.

Dragon

In the dark red sky, the huge dragon roared, and it flapped its wings, its huge membranous wings seemed to cover the sky. It flew low and heavy across the earth, its dark wings covered with bones.

"The Phantom King." Again, he involuntarily uttered another name, as if he knew everything here very well.

"Whew!"

In the sky, a huge dragon flew slowly over the city, and finally soared above the ruins. Finally, it gave it a cold glance at the spear in the child's hand, and then flew off into the distance.

It was not long before it finally fell in the far reaches of the world, and finally disappeared into the bottomless abyss of the Cosmos......

Chen ...... Age. He called out the child's name.

In the midst of the noise, he sat up from his bed and woke up in the middle of a sunny afternoon. Shortness of breath and cold sweat on his body. From time to time, there were a few annoying bird calls outside the window, but he never thought the sound was so crisp and pleasant.

He quietly looked up at the pitch outside the window, everything was still so familiar, everything was still full of hope.

It was as if to remind him that the cut in the dream was fake, and that this was just an ordinary world, with no evil dragons and no children.

……

Latitude 650 N, Bering Strait.

In the darkness of the night, the large red-black ship broke through the water, leaving behind a 30-meter-wide blue waterway.

It's already winter, and it's far from the mainland. Although the sea is not covered with snow and ice, the ice floes are all over the sea.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is on the 65º north latitude. At six o'clock in the morning, on this beautiful morning, the ship Miracle is here to announce to you, and I am your captain, Sutherton Jane Bossa, and welcome you to listen. The middle-aged Russian captain was drinking vodka in a bottle, drunkenly yelling at the radio system, looking like a drunk man in a bar, smiling on the table and talking drunk.

The captain had been here for three hours, and since tonight was his first mate, he had plenty of time to splurge.

"Sand ...... Sand ......"

The silence continued on the radio, much to the dismay of the bored captain. It's easy to get depressed on a ship, especially someone like him.

"Well, it looks like I'm alone again tonight." The captain shook the empty bottle in his hand, sighed, and got up and threw it into the trash can beside him.

"I have to find something to sober up, otherwise Charles will see it, and I won't be able to stop being scolded again." The captain hung his head and said to himself.

Charles was his first mate. An Englishman of Italian descent. As a young man, he served in the army and was proficient in firearms, combat, and shooting. Usually in charge of security work on the Miracle, but tonight the captain "went on strike", and he had to run to the control room to take over the captain's work......

"Crunch --!"

The heavy metal door was pushed open from the inside, and a pale golden glow shone through the room. The captain stumbled out of the room with stumbling over his body.

"Whew-"

The cold wind on the sea was blowing as always, and the temperature had dropped sharply to minus 35 degrees Celsius. Surrounded by an endless expanse of blue ice, the silver-gray moonlight silently sprinkled from the sky, and fell on the captain's face to reflect a rough face.

"Winter has come so early this year......" muttered the captain.

This is nonsense. The Bering Strait is connected to the Arctic Ocean, and every autumn and summer, tens of thousands of polar ice floes drift from the Chukchi Sea to the Bering Strait. When they encounter a backflow, all the drifting ice floes will gather near the Bering Strait, causing the Bering Strait to enter a frozen period early.

"Whoa!" The icy water lapped against the hull of the ship, and every now and then there was a piercing thud. The huge ship is like a tall knight at this moment, with its bow high, and it is advancing towards the North Pole with unstoppable momentum.

The cold wind outside the ship was still raging, and the biting cold wind whistled and hit the captain's face.

In the corridor, the captain tucked away the gray and white captain's suit he was wearing, and buried his body in his coat.

The lights in the walkway flickered on and off, and the flags on the deck were blown in the wind. In silence, the captain looked at the golden flag standing at the bow of the ship, and sighed in his heart. It seems to be lamenting the passage of time, and it is like mourning the parting of relatives and friends.

In the control room, the burly Charles was sitting in the main seat at the moment, his eyes staring, the blue screen above. On the screen, two scarlet dots are beating, which are two unidentified "stowaways".

Apparently, they were invaded.

"Intruders?" Charles sat quietly in his seat, staring at the red dot on the screen with a gloomy face.

"What are the people in the Ministry of Defense doing? I don't even know if there's an intruder coming in! ”

Charles roared loudly, and his voice echoed throughout the control room. The technicians in the audience didn't dare to speak, and they all stood there with their heads shrunk one by one.

"Deputy ...... Deputy Chief. A deputy walked out tremblingly. Charles also served as the deputy captain on the ship, so the crew usually called him "deputy captain".

"The intruders bypassed our defenses and blocked off the ship's surveillance equipment, so we couldn't detect their presence." The deputy explained in a bit of a panic. Annoying Charles on a ship is even more terrifying than messing with the captain.

"Are those people in the technical department all decorations? Fire protection systems are so easy to compromise?" It's just that Charles is not in the mood to listen to his explanation at the moment, and now he looks like an angry lion.

"No, it's not, Deputy Chief...... They didn't attack our fire protection system. The head of the technical department on the side stood up in a panic and explained, "After the other party hacked into the backdoor of our system, he directly obtained the permission of you and the captain." ”

"At the same time that they obtained the permission, they hacked all the surveillance equipment on our ship in the first place, and we didn't have time to detect it at all...... The other party has already boarded the ship. The minister swallowed and bowed his head in fear.

"So you mean, the responsibility is on me this time?" Stendrons erupted on Charles' forehead. He jerked forward and grabbed the man by the collar and yelled. "There are more than a dozen people in the technical department, and none of you have found that the defense system has been hacked! What the hell does I spend so much money on you every year, and that's the answer you gave me?"

"Sorry, sorry, Deputy Chief...... This is our rerelinquency. The minister turned pale with fright, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I don't want to listen to this kind of nonsense," Charles pushed him away, stared straight at everyone, and said, "within ten minutes, find them for me, or ......"

(End of chapter)