Loya longs for more than pure peace, but he firmly believes that the world will enter a good cycle under his guidance. The millions of years that have passed through any life have followed the law of the jungle full of blood and violence. So he won't be like a good old man, saying empty words about world peace.

However, even if the law of the jungle is followed, the current world is very wrong......

The weak and brutal Draconians are protected, the powerful and kind people grovel on the contrary, and the civilians who are powerless to struggle are oppressed, and the thugs who are fighting for the tiger live in a dashing manner. This situation, to put it mildly, is very detrimental to the evolution of biological evolution.

According to the plot of the original book, the mystery of history has been solved in the last few years, and when the truth is exposed, the mistakes will be corrected. And his arrival only brought this time forward.

Therefore, whether it is joining forces with Silla or alliing with Dorag, Loya is not so sincere. When the times settle down, whichever side crosses the line is destined to be bloodily suppressed by the other two.

Dorag knew this, so he knew what to do about Loya's "stinginess".

The rest of the things were not for ordinary people to participate in, except for Sabo who was left behind, and the rest of the people walked out of the door in turn, ready to accept Loya's gift. Among them, the main personnel are all fish-people like Haku, and compared with ordinary humans, their vitality is even greater, and the combat effectiveness they can exert is naturally stronger.

When it was quiet outside and made sure there was no one else around, Dorag nodded and motioned for Sabo to take things out. He had been carrying a silver-white box in his hand, and Luo Ya had already looked at it a few more times.

As with the underworld deal, Sabo unlocked the box and opened it facing Loya.

"It is! ......”

In an instant, Luo Ya's pupils suddenly constricted, and he looked at the items in the box in disbelief.

It was an ice crystal-like scale, the size of a palm, and it looked like a piece of artefacts. But the aura that emanated from it, Loya would not admit it even if he died, because he had found a piece of the same thing on that desert island.

That breath is Longwei!

This scale armor is a dragon scale!

"As you can see, this is a scale armor, a scale armor that is as hard as the Hailou Stone...... And zoologists speculate that it is the smallest and softest part of the body of a certain creature. ”

Dorag didn't know dragon scales, but when he felt the aura of the scales that had the same root as Loya, he knew what they were.

Merely...... This dragon scale was not left behind by Loya.

"There is a country in the South China Sea, like Sandora, even if the civilization is cut off, there are still descendants who have survived from that blank hundred years of history, which is their national treasure...... At least seventy-six years ago, when it fell, it was a national treasure......"

Speaking of this, Dorag glanced at Loa deeply: "As for the reason for their destruction, it is not because they were spied on the treasure...... but this treasure that destroyed them with his own hand. ”

"Because they have ...... The master of the scales? ”

Loya can only make such a guess...... The presence of dragons other than himself in this world had already shocked him, and he decided to find an opportunity to ask Edith about the situation.

But to this speculation, Dorag shook his head: "No, it's more terrifying than that. ”

"No matter how terrible the dragon is, it is also a crisis born from the outside. And the cause of their demise is a crisis that emerges from within, from within themselves...... In the same way, in the same way that you have done in all the nations! ”

"Undead?!"

Loya held her breath and frowned at the scales.

"We didn't know what it was until you showed up......," Dorag didn't continue to explain, pointing to the document with the dragon scales and saying, "It's the handwriting of an archaeologist decades ago, take a look at it for yourself." ”

"After reading it, you know what I want to tell you......"

Not only the dragon, but also the frost dragon that controls the power of death, this level of existence makes Luo Ya feel very headache. When he stretched out his hand, the dragon scales exuded an inexplicable attraction, wanting to pull his hand over. However, Loya easily broke free from this gravitational pull and picked up the note without changing his face.

......

Wednesday, March 1st, sunny.

After several months, we finally arrived at the legendary South Sea kingdom "Berggama". This place is really the same as in the poem, it has completely become a dead place, not to mention the living, even the animals are scarce and pitiful! The ship's doctor didn't know why he came here to get sick, and in this unknown land, this is really not good news.

Tuesday, March 7, cloudy.

I can't believe my eyes, the treasure buried here has not been taken away by anyone! All of them are very well preserved, which is an affirmation of my archaeological journey! It is also evidence that convinces outsiders! ...... But I'll have to be careful, he looks at these treasures the way a hyena sees a bone!

Sunday, March 12, light rain.

The ship's doctor didn't know what was wrong, he said he couldn't be cured. It was raining today, and I saw him coughing up blood clots. Others were also a little sick, including me, so the archaeological work was suspended......

Saturday, March 18, torrential rain.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! What the hell is going on in this place? Everybody's getting sick! No medicine can cure it! Our boat was scuttled by some fish! If this continues, everyone will die here!

Monday, March 20, fine.

Crooked crazy! He stole the treasure! But there were no ships, and only a few he took with him. Although I don't like his greed, I still hope that he can live. Damn it! I must be so sick and delirious that I would worry about that bastard?

Wednesday, March 22, was supposed to be a rainy day.

I was unconscious in the woods outside, and the crew carried me back. I felt something dripping on my face, I don't know what it was, like raindrops, but it was warm...... No, I'm too tired, I'm going to lie down a little longer.

Thursday, March 30th, cloudy, right?

I...... Turns out to have been dead for a week? Companion, I bit it to death?

April 1st......

It turned out that Crooked did not escape. Those monsters, dead monsters like me, ambushed him from the bottom of the sea...... The sea soaked his corpse cold and swollen, and there were signs of it being eaten by wild beasts...... The only thing to be happy about was that no monster could leave the island, and I tried to swim into the deep sea, but when I came to my senses, I was back on the shore.

April, I don't know what day it is......

That's it, this is a cursed island, and the poetry is still a little too gentle, and there is a fear here that is far beyond the imagination of the world! I'm about to lose my mind, and a voice is ringing in my head! If anyone finds this diary, please don't come here!

......

At the end of the day, the messy handwriting was reflected on the paper, and through the printing, the cut marks on the notebook were faintly visible.

Like a shoemaker, the owner of the handwriting is venting frantically on it. But this packed content is actually just one sentence.

"For the great king!"