The meteor suddenly appeared in Melita's field of vision, with a bright tail mark and a scorching firelight, making a striking trajectory in the dim twilight, as if a sharp blade had abruptly split the sky of Talrond—and soon it disappeared from everyone's sight, slanting into the distance.

It was a moment before Melita saw a hazy cloud of fire and dust rise near the horizon.

"Did you see that!?" Melita only then did she react, her eyes widening at Calador and the others, "That ...... Is it a shooting star!? ”

"Shooting stars?" Calador subconsciously whispered, he raised his head—many of the dragons on the scene also raised their heads, and then most of them suddenly withdrew their gaze to the sky as if reflexively, as if afraid of the impending punishment, but the punishment did not come—looking at the starry sky was no longer taboo in the continent of Tallund.

Calador only had time to see a faint light disappear from the horizon.

"That's weird...... I don't know if it's a meteor," Melita, still looking into the distance, her tone a little uncertain, "I've only seen a meteor a few times once in a while, but that one just now ...... Seems to be a little slower than any meteor I've ever seen, and there are long fires and smoke......"

Calador withdrew his gaze to the horizon, his gaze resting on the container in front of Noretta, and before focusing on the vanishing starlight in the sky, he first continued the previous topic: "We're going to get those dragon eggs out of the way—those with minor injuries, those with physical strength, those who can fly, stand up." ”

Melita looked around, and before her eyes could pan the room, one figure after another had emerged from the dragons.

"I still don't think it's a good idea to dig through those polymer melts and alloy barriers with my claws," the black dragon not far away beside Melita shook his head, "but count me in - the black dragon is at least a little stronger." ”

Calador nodded: "Okay, then let's ...... first"

Before the red dragon could finish speaking, the sound of dragon wings agitating the air suddenly came from the sky, and Melita subconsciously followed the sound and saw a large and old dragon spreading its wings and slowly descending from the sky.

It was a black dragon, but because it was so old, the scales of its body were almost grayish-white, and a large number of implant modifications were all over his body, from the forehead to the tail, almost every inch of the scales could be seen with metallic luster - at this moment, many of those implants had been extinguished, and many parts were clearly being dismantled halfway, which made the old dragon look like an ancient machine that had come out of some museum, vicissitudes, ancient, majestic, but scarred.

The moment the black dragon descended from the sky, almost all the dragons on the scene lowered their heads, even Melita - she recognized the identity of the black dragon, this was the Grand Elder of the Senate, Lord Duke Moore. Although the Senate and the Senate were two separate institutions, and Melita had little contact with the members of the Senate, at this moment, there was no distinction between the Senate and the Senate on the land of Tallund, and a surviving primeval dragon was the supreme treasure.

"Elder Duke Moore," the red dragon Calador stepped forward immediately, "why are you here?" Your implant surgery is not yet complete and these components must be removed as soon as possible......"

"I don't mind – the good thing about the primitive implant is that its basic life-sustaining functions can function even without the omega system," Elder Dukemore said slowly in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Did you just see something fall from the sky?" Landed on the northwest side of the camp......"

"I saw it!" Melita immediately said, "It looks like a shooting star!" ”

"Shooting stars?" Duke Moore lowered his head, his huge gray eyes and a mechanical prosthetic eye staring at Melita, "No, that's not a meteor...... I received the old navigation signal, and that is our leader has returned......"

Then he didn't care about the stunned and confused expressions of Melita and the dragons around him, but turned directly to Calador: "I need a helper or two, come with me to that crash site to investigate the situation." ”

Melita blinked, although she was still a little confused, but she knew that Elder Duke Moore must have appeared here with this body for a very important purpose, she glanced at Noretta who was standing not far away and her compatriots who were about to set off to dig up the dragon eggs, and then stood up without hesitation: "I'll go with you—the others are preparing to go to the hatchery to see if there are any surviving dragon eggs." ”

"Okay, then Melita, you can act with Elder Dukemore, and the others who just came forward and Noretta will go to dig dragon eggs in the ruins of the incubation factory," Calador nodded quickly, and looked at the old black dragon in front of him, "Elder, is it enough for Melita to help?" If not enough, there are ...... in the camp."

"That's enough, we're just going to investigate the situation," Elder Duke Moore said in a deep voice, "I'll take care of this, in the meantime...... I want you to do your best to save those dragon eggs—that's the hope and future of Tarlund. ”

……

To the northwest of the ruins of Argondol, beyond a lake of molten lava and a steep cliff that has solidified into glass, is the final crash site of the Talrond.

The crater created by the fall of the core module was still filled with an astonishing amount of heat, the smoke and dust rising mixed with the distinctive stench of burning certain polymers, and the liquid material leaking from the ship's pipes spilled over the edge of the crater, burning with blue-green flames.

At the bottom of the pit, a barely indiscernible mass of twisted metal was half-buried in the loose and scorching dirt and gravel, and the appearance of the mass of metal was extremely miserable, as if it had gone through unimaginable challenges, but even so, part of the frame structure at its core was still solid, and the reinforced alloy walls that covered the frame remained largely intact.

It was a spectacular fall – but also a precisely calculated "safe crash".

After a full few dozen minutes, the wreckage that fell from space finally had some other movements: there was a loud noise from the depths of the wreckage, as if someone inside it was hitting the twisted and deformed alloy guards with great force, and there was a bright light from the gap between the guards and the frames, as if someone was using powerful magic to cut those frames that had been deformed and stuck, such a rough "dismantling" process lasted for a long time, and finally accompanied by a loud sound of metal breaking and flying out, A large piece of the shield on the surface of the wreckage was finally removed and flew straight out of the fall crater.

Then, a huge silver-white dragon claw poked out of the hole that had just been opened, and the giant claw tore hard, opening the hole further, and then tossing for a while, before the silver-white dragon poked its scarred body out of the hole.

The silver-white dragon was followed by Hragor and Andal, who had taken on dragon form.

They struggled to get out of the wreckage of the ship, which had been completely destroyed and was on fire, and despite being in the form of a powerful dragon, the impact of the fall still took a lot of damage. The three primeval dragons dragged their scars and dizzy heads, and after recovering their strength in the crater for a while, they supported each other and tossed for a long time before finally reaching the outside of the crater.

The silver-white dragon turned his head and looked at the wreckage of the spaceship that was smashing into the bottom of the pit, and let out a long sigh with inexplicable sentimentality: "This time it was completely ruined......"

"Don't be emotional, Baloger, how many revolutions have we made in orbit......" Next to the silver-white dragon, the old black dragon kept shaking its dizzy head, the sequelae caused by the shutdown of various implants made it more difficult for him to adapt to the current environment than the other two companions, and the noise in the nervous system constantly interfered with his judgment, "I feel like I have seen the sunrise and sunset a dozen times......

"A lot more than that, we've been slowing down and descending, and when we reach low Earth orbit, the orbit is very fast......" the golden-scaled Hagere raised his head and looked at the empty sky, "We should be grateful for these circles, if it weren't for such a long slowdown, we would probably be a part of this land by now - the impact of falling directly from space to the ground is beyond even a dragon." ”

"This land ......" Baloger finally regained some strength, he listened to Helagor's words, slowly propped up his huge upper body, raised his head high to look at the devastated place, and did not speak for several minutes, until a particularly biting cold wind blew in his ears, he took a soft breath, "Have we returned to Tallund?" ”

“…… I'm not sure, but there doesn't seem to be any other explanation," Hragore said in a low tone, "The last time I could see the view outside the window, I saw that we were falling towards the North Pole, and the only place we could land should be Tallund. ”

Andal raised his head as well, silently staring into the distance, a faint red glow in the mechanical prosthetic eye embedded in the side of his skull—even though the Omega system was offline, many of the implant modifications on the primordial dragon's body were very old technology, they were inefficient, but they were able to function on their own without omegas.

After looking at it like this for a long time, Andal finally broke the silence: "Is this really Talrond......"

"That's what it looks like now...... I have seen this in countless dreams, and in the 'revelations' that the gods have shown me, "Hragor took a step forward, and at the feet of the golden dragon, the scorching and dry earth cracked inch by inch, and the rocks, which had become extraordinarily fragile in the heat, turned to dust," ...... Andal, Balogel, the scene I see at this moment is even better than the one in the 'revelation', after all, the three of us are still alive. ”

"Yes, we're still alive," Baloger shook his head incredulously, "so why are we still alive?" What the hell was that that last...... What pushed us back from space? ”

"I don't know, but it was clearly a calculated 'rescue,'" Mr. Hlagor said, "and we wouldn't have come back alive without extremely precise calculations." ”

The three primeval dragons fell silent in unison, this unexpected "survival" was so bizarre, and there was no clue to the situation in front of them, so that even the wisest dragon could not think of the slightest clue at this moment.

This silence lasted for a few minutes before Baloger said in a deep voice, "So, what do we do next?" What else can we do in this wasteland? ”

Andal, who was on the side, sighed: "In short, don't be a word solitaire anymore." ”

Hagere shook his head, thinking as he said, "I need to think about what we're going to do next, this wasteland...... We're probably the last remaining Archaeopteryx, and Omega should be ......"

"Wait, Hragore," Andal interrupted him abruptly, and the old black dragon looked up at the distant sky, "You said we were probably the last remaining Archaeopteryx?" ”

"Huh?"

"Something seems to be coming," Andal raised his wings, pointing in a certain direction in the sky, "...... Don't you look familiar? ”

In the distant sky, the huge and old black dragon was rapidly approaching, and a smaller blue dragon flew behind the black dragon's side, they had obviously discovered the crash crater on the ground, and they all increased their speed and rushed towards this side in a swooping attitude.

Beside the crash crater, Andal, Hlagor and Baloger all saw the figures in the sky, and in addition to Baloger, who had not returned to Tallund for many years, the other two "men" had even identified the two figures by sight. Hagere stared at the sky, and a trace of complicated emotion suddenly appeared in his citrine eyes: "...... Perhaps, what we see is just an omega node......"

As soon as these words came out, Andal and Baloger both fell silent, they both knew all the primordial instructions of Omega, and naturally they also knew what would happen when this final battle ended - in order to avoid the influence of "human nature" as much as possible, to prevent Omega from generating "hearts" and establishing a connection with the gods, they set up the operation logic of Omega millions of years ago, the latter will operate in the most efficient, accurate and ruthless way, and the future of the entire dragon race is also left to Omega's AI to judge- In the simulation feedback generated by thousands of trial runs, Omega did not hesitate to carry out the plan to erase the minds of all dragons......

In the midst of complex emotions, the three primeval dragons watched the two figures flying from afar fly closer and closer, watching them slow down at a low altitude and gradually approach the ground, they saw the old black dragon landing smoothly among the ruins, and the blue dragon seemed to fail to see the landing point under his feet, stepped on the air between the ruins, and fell to Baloger with a rolling belt.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Baloger tilted his head slightly and looked at the silent Hlagor.

"Why don't I think this is an Omega node?"