Thirty minutes later, Calador had completed his tour of the camp and returned to the high platform, where the three leaders were waiting.

"How's it going?" Andal looked at the red dragon that landed on the platform, "Are there any dragons in the camp praying or doing anything like that?" ”

"No, there aren't any dragons to pray," Calador shook his head, with a strange expression on his face, "It stands to reason that no one would pray...... We have paid such a huge price just to be able to break free from the shackles and spiritual pollution, and at this time, it is not necessary to go back and rebuild the gods, and all the price will be in vain? ”

Andal was still frowning, and Baloger next to him said in a deep voice, "...... However, not all dragons have a clear mind, and in the trance caused by severe stress and synergist backlash, it is still possible for compatriots with less strong willpower to pray for supernatural powers to save themselves...... Not to mention that this kind of prayer has been their 'instinct' for a long time. ”

"But normally...... The shackles can't be rebuilt in a short period of time, and it's impossible for them to come back in at least a race memory cycle," Andal shook his head, "and even if the shackles and steel seals make a comeback, it will require a huge amount of faith support, which is not something that can be achieved by the pressured 'conversion' of a few survivors - not to mention that Karadol has also patrolled, and there are no dragons in the camp to pray at all." ”

"But the whole of Tallund is so large that we can't be sure of what is going on in the rest of the region," Baloger subconsciously looked into the distance, as if searching for something in the wilderness, "in case...... There is a large number of survivors in an area who have chosen to rebuild the church after awakening, and the number exceeds that threshold......"

"It's too low," Andal said immediately, and then noticing that Hragor had been silent all the time before, he couldn't help but say, "Hlagor, what do you think?" ”

"I'm thinking, you all have a point," Hragore finally raised his head from his contemplation, his gaze slowly sweeping over the two old friends, "We performed the rite of passage at great cost, and the effect of this ritual is irreversible for at least one race memory cycle - not to mention that I don't think the dragons will be so weak and will bow their heads in such a short period of time, even if some of their compatriots can't bear the pressure to start praying again, the number of surviving dragons in Tarlund is far from enough, and the time is far from enough...... He can't return, that's not theoretical. ”

Andal and Baloger glanced at each other, and they both saw a solemn look in each other's eyes, and Andal looked at Hragere first: "But you did feel something just now, right?" ”

"I did feel something...... But don't you think it's strange? Hagere looked unusually serious, "Why am I the only one who feels it?" But you don't have the slightest echo in your head? ”

Andal and Baloger looked thoughtful, and they heard each other continue: "If 'He' does return, then 'Him' voice should be everywhere, the most basic authority of God, and cannot be countered by any individual will...... Since you can't hear it, it means that I am not hearing the voice of God......"

Baloger frowned: "You mean ......"

Hragor did not answer for a moment, but raised his head to look in the direction of the ruins of Agondol, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was carefully perceiving some subtle connection in the atmosphere, and this perception lasted for several minutes before he withdrew his gaze from afar: "...... I felt it again, but you still haven't heard anything, have you? ”

Baloger and Andal looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"I vaguely see it," Hellagore took a light breath as he walked towards the edge of the platform, a pale golden glow gradually rippling around him, and the dragon's huge figure emerged from the light, "I must go over there to confirm the situation." ”

As his words fell, the golden dragon more than a hundred meters long had already spread its huge wings in the twilight, and with the whistling sound of magic stirring the air, Hageor soared into the air and quickly flew towards the depths of the ruins of Argondol.

Balogel and Andal stood on the high platform, probably because the leader had left too decisively, and they didn't seem to react for a while. Baloger looked into the distance, and after a few seconds couldn't help but say, "I'm a little worried about his state - Andal, the chief's situation doesn't seem quite right. ”

“…… He has been a high-ranking dragon priest serving the gods for more than a million years, and I do suspect that this long 'immersion' has changed him from the depths," Andal said in a deep voice, "and this change may not have affected his mind, but it may have affected his 'essence'...... Calador, you and Duke Moore take care of the camp, and Baloger and I follow to see what is going on. ”

……

Thick clouds gathered again, enveloping the already modest sky of Talrond, the remnants of the great sun were obscured by the clouds, and the ruins of Agondor were plunged into darkness as if they were shrouded in midnight.

Hragor flew over the ruins, the figure of the golden dragon like a meteor in the darkness, his gaze slowly swept over the completely transformed city below, his gaze followed the undulating ruins all the way forward, extending to the crumbling city, the crumbling peaks, and the once-glorious palace walls and ornate roofs buried among the remains of the mountain.

It was all shrouded in darkness by the dimness of the sky, but a clear pale golden trail emerged in Hagere's vision, and he distinctly saw something unrecognizable to the mortal eye emerging from some ruin, and gathering like a trickle behind the mound in the distance.

Vigilant and vigilant, he rounded the mound, and the roofs of a completely collapsed building came into view—despite being unrecognizable, Hlegor could see at a glance some familiar structures in the ruins.

It was the building on the highest mountain in Argondol, part of the main body of the "Upper Temple", and the trickle of pale golden light finally converged in this place, and this convergence process seemed to have come to an end.

Hageor immediately lowered his height and flew towards the pile of broken bricks, a golden glow floating on him, and by the time he landed, he had taken on a human form—a small size that allowed him to explore the crumbling ruins, for the once glorious and magnificent buildings had now completely collapsed, and the corridors and doorways that had once allowed the dragon to swagger were now reduced to narrow gaps.

After searching around, Hragor finally found a rift in the side of the crumbling roof that seemed to lead deep inside, and he narrowed his eyes to reconfirm that there was a pale golden glow floating in his field of vision, and then did not hesitate to burrow into the rift.

The inside of the rift was narrow - but for him in human form, he was still free to move. The road ahead was dark and curved like a deep cavern, and Hageor had to summon a ball of light to aid his vision: after losing the protection of the gods, he had lost most of his supernatural powers, including true vision, insight into time and space, and immortality, and now he could only rely on the spells of these mortals.

After walking through the crooked, collapsing building for an unknown amount of time, Hagere felt the space around him become a little empty, and he crawled forward a little further, and suddenly the light dimmed in his vision—

This means that the illumination orb flies into a relatively large space, and the surrounding emptiness causes the orb to be illuminated.

Hagere quickly sensed the aura around him, and then with a wave of his hand, more orbs of illumination emerged from the air, and quickly flew to all corners of the space, completely lighting up the entire open area.

He saw a place that was crumbling and distorted, and the ground and curved walls in his field of vision made him quickly judge that this was the rotunda he had once known, and then his gaze involuntarily fell to the center of the hall, where the Holy See had once stood and where the gods had stood for a long time.

For a brief moment, he seemed to really see a familiar figure standing there, staring at him with the same calm and indifferent expression on his face, but in the next moment, the illusion disappeared, and there was no familiar figure in his field of vision, but there was a ...... Something he didn't expect.

Hagere froze in place for a moment, and it was in this momentary stunned that two familiar breaths came from behind him: Baloger and Andal finally caught up, and followed the traces left by Hagere into the rotunda that was buried in the ruins but was still relatively intact.

The hall was brightly lit with illuminated orbs, and the interior was unobstructed, and Baloger and Andal drilled out of the door where only a small hole remained, and they saw Hlagor standing in front of them for the first time, and just wanted to go up to say hello and ask about the situation, they immediately noticed the direction of Hlagor's line of sight, and followed his line of sight to see something in the center of the hall.

"This is ......" Andal felt the corners of his eyes twitch unconsciously, and a complex feeling mixed with vigilance, guardedness, nervousness, but a sense of absurdity suddenly came to his mind, "This is what you feel?" ”

Hagere stepped forward and came to the position of the former Holy Seat, his eyes fell on the pale golden dragon egg, and he nodded for a long time: "...... This is indeed the case, now I can be sure. ”

"What is this?" Baloger followed from behind and asked subconsciously.

Andal said expressionlessly, "Can't you see it? This is a dragon egg. ”

"Of course I knew it was a dragon egg!" "I'm asking how this thing came to be—how did this dragon egg ...... How could it be in this place?! ”

"If my perception and guess are correct, I'm afraid it wasn't here a few minutes ago," Hragore said with a complicated expression, "I just saw some kind of ...... 'thing' converging and flowing, it precipitated from all corners of this land, and then converged into this great hall to form this dragon egg, and it really happened just now. ”

“…… Some kind of advance arrangement? Andal instantly thought, "If you look closely, is this ...... 'him'?" ”

Without Andal's reminder, Hragor was already carefully observing the dragon egg. He knew that he had received too much immersion from the gods, and that the nature of his life had changed, so he was able to see some "information" that ordinary dragons could not see, and with the help of these special eyes, he carefully observed for a long time before shaking his head: "No, 'he' didn't come back, at least I can be sure that this is definitely not a 'god'." ”

"This ...... I can't explain ......" Baloger frowned, and as a former researcher, he was now in a deep state of confusion, "which does not fit the part of the theory that we know ......"

"So that's the part of us that hasn't been known for millions of years." Andal glanced at Baloger, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed something near the pale golden dragon egg.

It was a metal plate of unknown material, lying quietly in the rubble, it seemed to have been buried here for a long time, waiting for outsiders to discover it, and the moment he saw it, a strange thought came to Andal's mind - even if the temple collapsed, even if the whole city had been razed to the ground, this metal plate was not buried deep in an undetectable place, as if some incredible force was playing with cause and effect and coincidence, so that it appeared in front of him at this moment.

Hagere also noticed the metal plate, and following his instincts, he walked over to the pile of rubble, reached out and picked it up from the rubble, and then his gaze on the object, which was only a foot square.

In the next second, as his gaze fell on the metal plate, words appeared on the surface of the latter, and the moment he saw the words, the eyes of Hrageor and Baloger and Andal, who were approaching behind him, instantly froze:

"Article 1: 'Gods' are a natural phenomenon that by their very nature never dies.

"Article 2: The 'gods' in the eyes of mortals are merely ripples of the interaction between the above-mentioned natural phenomena and the 'group of observers' of mortals.

"Article 3: Although the gods never die, the process of interaction between the gods and mortals is controllable, can be terminated, can be transferred, can be actively strengthened or weakened, or interfered with more.

"Fourth: Whether gods or mortals are small ripples in a larger ripple.

"Article Zero: If you see this, then it proves that it is all right, if you "

Hragor suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, and in this brief moment, he saw that some words seemed to appear behind the metal plate "Article Zero", and he even saw the content of those words, and understood some knowledge that he could never understand, and could never be established, but in the next moment, he found that there was only a blank space, he had not seen what he had seen, nor had he understood what he had understood—he did not know if the first four he had just seen had changed, Not knowing if he or the world in his eyes had been reorganized, his gaze naturally shifted downward, and he no longer remembered that there was another conclusion after Article Zero.

Some of the memories dissipated with the wind, leaving only imperceptible ripples in the minds of the High Dragon Priests.

Hlagor saw the end, and at the end of the metal plate emerged new words:

"Leave it all to Gawain Cecil – that's a necessary element of the third story."