Located in the extreme south of the Land of Radiance, it is a vast desert with no end in sight.

It's sparsely populated and rarely vibrant.

But if you are familiar with history, you will know that in the depths of this desert called Maakoya, many glorious deeds were born.

It is the birthplace of human civilization, the starting point of three ethnic migrations, the birthplace of ancient Manichaean civilization, the place of divine manifestations, and the conflict of countless holy wars......

It was once very prosperous, but with the gradual destruction of life by war, all the hustle and bustle and wealth have been completely swallowed up in the depths of the desert, and the occasional ruins are revealed, only silently telling how miserable its downfall is.

Countless years later, there may be some archaeologists who are interested in this ancient place and turn it into a popular site, but at this time, no one wants to set foot here.

Even the most hard-working missionaries of the Covenant Church were reluctant to set foot in this desolate and dead place.

Although there is still a large number of remnants of the human race.

……

In an oasis deep in the desert, a cheerful and crisp song sounded, quietly breaking the original silent atmosphere of the human tribe here.

However, when this voice was heard, the faces of the people living in this gathering place were sad or numb.

It's just because this song represents the death of a certain kindred.

However, despite the death that came, most people did not follow the sound to visit the relatives of the deceased, but continued to do their own work.

Feeding livestock, mending houses, polishing skeletons, arrowheads, and breaking down poisonous animals such as scorpions, lizards, etc., are used to make poisons......

Only a group of people who were responsible for dealing with the dead walked out of a magnificent but defeated temple of yellow sand and rushed in the direction from which the voice came.

The team was clad in linen cloaks, their faces and hands were completely wrapped in bandages except for their eyes and nose, and their pace was silent but fast, and they arrived at their target in a short time.

So the cheerful singing that endured the sorrow came to an abrupt end, and the bursts of crying finally came, representing the silent disappearance of a once living life in the world.

However, as the crying continued, a smell of blood gradually permeated.

It didn't take long for one of the people who had walked into it before to rush to the end of the tribe with a bucket of bloody entrails.

There, there is a barren hill that gradually rises, and at the bottom of the hill there is a deep cavern entrance.

The man walked into the cavern with his entrails in his hand, and descended the ancient staircase here.

Eventually, he stopped in front of a large brown wall at the end of the stairs, dumped his entrails to the ground, and fell to his knees respectfully and began to put them in order. Fastest~Mobile::/.78^zw./

He then knelt down and prayed for a long time, then got up and quietly left.

The end of the staircase fell into extreme silence.

Until the huge brown wall slowly trembled a few times, and finally opened suddenly

The golden vertical pupils were very obvious at the end of the dark passage, as deep and mysterious as a rift in the abyss, and like the most brilliant gem in the world.

It's just that when the eyes stared at the small pile of human internal organs in the open space for a moment, the brilliance that illuminated the surrounding environment quietly disappeared, and the bright "jewels" unconsciously dimmed a lot.

His eyes then closed, and the place fell silent again.

Only the internal organs quietly changed after this, and they slowly dissolved into a pile of dark red liquid as if they had encountered a very strong corrosive force, and then as if they had touched a high temperature, the liquid vaporized into a burst of mist and rose through a crack in the rock surface above the clearing.

So over the oasis outside the cave, the originally bright sky gradually became gloomy, and finally a light rain poured down.

The rain dissipated the heat, and the ignorant children cheered, while the adults quickly picked up their own containers to store the precious water source, and they remained silent all the while.

……

Death and life alternate in this moment, but it is like a vicious curse that continues to circulate, tormenting everyone here, and will continue to be so for the foreseeable future, as it has been for hundreds of years.

The curse will not slowly dissipate until the gods they believe in are gone, and then all the people here are dead.

But maybe it's the attachment of fate, or hope, which will always appear inadvertently.

When someone is born with an idea in a faraway place because of the presence of the players, the change happens quietly

In the dark cave, the huge eye suddenly opened, and after the pupils shook violently a few times, they quickly stabilized again.

"I thought you couldn't be here."

An old voice emerged, the first to break the silence.

"Things turn out sometimes as a surprise to everyone."

A gentle voice sounded leisurely in the sky here, like an exclamation from outside the sky.

"You're getting old fast, Claude, and I haven't seen you in twenty years."

"I don't think you're here to make small talk to me." The dragon's eyelids narrowed slightly when he heard this, "Tell me what you came for, Ymir." ”

"Because of the contract, of course." A voice from outside the sky said.

These words made the dragon's originally constricted eyes suddenly break away, and his tone was shocked, "I thought you had rejected us? ”

"Nothing stays the same, Claude."

The voice said succinctly: "I think you should understand this truth very well. ”

The dragon's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and his mood calmed down.

"Let the desert come to life, let the shackles free me, keep my people away from misery, and let Ingersoll, the commander of the Fourth Legion of the Heavenly Kingdom, disappear from this world completely. Do this, and my people and I will be your slaves for generations to come. ”

"I will not be able to rejuvenate this desert, nor will I ever be able to keep your people free from suffering."

The voice replied, "But I can put you and your people back on the stage of this world, no longer imprisoned by this humiliation." ”

These words silenced the dragon for a long time, and his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was hesitating because of this.

Eventually, it said with difficulty, "How do you do that?" ”

"I can help you start a new life, Claude, and help you get rid of this rotten and shackled body."

The voice said meaningfully, "And when the existing order of the world is shattered, when the Covenant Church can no longer care for your existence, when the myriad supernatural powers have been given to your people, you should see that the opportunity to rise is in front of you." ”

"I may be able to see turmoil happen, after all, that's what you demons are best at."

Hearing this, the dragon said calmly, "But I don't think giving up my current identity will be a good choice for me. ”

"What if I say, I can let you keep your present person?"

The voice said lightly, but it was like a thunderbolt that made the dragon's pupils unconsciously constrict.

"Reserved person? Are you sure!? ”

"The devil may lie, but the contract drawn up by the devil can hardly deceive an existence like you."

At the same time as these words sounded, a yellowed parchment with black mysterious lines quietly appeared in front of the dragon's eyes, filled with corresponding words.

Not only does it contain everything they talked about before, but it also explains it and what to do if it fails.

At the same time, it clearly states the distribution of rights and responsibilities after the contract is signed.

It was not an outright contract of slavery, without any insulting clauses, nor requiring the sacrifice of maidens or boys, but rather forgiving.

The golden pupils stared at the relatively small parchment, and after repeating it more than ten times to make sure that there were no traps in it, it suddenly closed its eyes slowly, opened them again after a while, and then happily imprinted its own soul imprint on it.

Then it asked, "How long do we have to wait?" ”

"When the crimson sun falls from the clouds, and when panic spreads throughout the kingdom of Pharos, chaos will follow as expected."

The voice responded, "As for your reincarnation, we will begin in three days." Upon success, the contract will take effect preliminarily. ”

As soon as these words fell, the floating parchment suddenly split in two, one merged into the dragon's golden pupils, and the other quickly disappeared into the void.

Then there was no word for a long time, and it was clear that the owner of the voice had quietly left.

The dragon named Claude slowly closed his eyes, but there was no peace in his heart.

"Morning Star ......"

……

"Morning Star ......"

Far away from the desert, a being is chewing on the name.

It's just that his tone is rather gloomy in comparison.

It's just because he sent his henchmen to investigate the royal capital of Pharos, and now he has died tragically in an alley!