"No matter how strong and heavy the scale armor is, no matter how strong the body is, it can't stop the attacks of these things." Cruthus said solemnly.

Duanmutong muttered, "This place is exactly the same as the bloody mist in the middle. These are souls bound by this mist. ”

"You know a thing about this?" Crusu was a little surprised.

Duanmuton shook his head and said, "Oh, no." It's just that similar scenes have been heard in the lore. By the way, is the energy here provided by these spirits? ”

"No, there is no flow of energy here, it's like a giant tree trunk that draws energy from an unknown place in a very obscure way. But what is certain is that the source of the whole thing is the thing that is stuck in the ground. Crusu said, pointing.

Duanmu Tong looked along his tentacles, and after seeing through the thick blood mist, he could see that on the ground in the middle, there was a hideous broadsword.

This sword looks more than a meter long, with a red blade and a pitch-black blade, and the sword grid connecting the hilt and the blade is a huge three-eyed skeleton, which looks extremely hideous and weird overall.

From there, you can vaguely see that red light flashes from time to time in the three pitch-black eyes on the sword grid, like the blood-colored pupils of the devil.

At the same time, the open mouth of the skull continuously released a trace of crimson mist, and occasionally released invisible spirits.

"Oh my God! What the hell is this! Seeing this, even at this time, Mouton was shocked and gave alms, and there was a deep shock in his heart.

Because this thing exists, beyond the sum of his worldviews over the years, the two worlds combined.

Crusu stood beside him and looked at the sword calmly and said, "Yes, this is his power, which intimidates us all the time, so that we dare not do anything out of the ordinary. ”

Call!

Suddenly, the middle of the mist blew slightly, and then a human head with a diameter of one meter, which looked extremely miserable, and whose face did not know how many knives had been seen, condensed, and then rushed over frantically.

Duan Mouton's body almost instinctively pushed back ten meters away after seeing it, his eyes were solemn, and he looked at the glass wall with palpitations.

However, the skull seemed to be inseparable from the mist, and after opening its terrifying mouth and roaring at this side, it suddenly broke away.

After a while, another human head with black hair on his face and crazy eyes condensed and floated indiscriminately. After a few seconds, it cracked again.

Crusu seemed to be used to it, and looked at Duan Mouton, who was so nervous, that he said, "Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon." We built this glass wall on the edge of those fogs. They can't get by. ”

"Ahem!" Duan Mouton coughed twice at this time, returned to his normal demeanor and came over and asked, "Why don't you build it inside?" ”

"Impossible. Those fogs possess an indescribable corrosive nature that can corrode anything we know. And those strange spirits can pass through all of our defenses, and are ineffective against electromagnetism, fire, cryogenics, strong acids, and so on. Cruthus said.

Duan Mutong was even more horrified after hearing this, because this characteristic was exactly the same as the legendary ghost in his previous life.

"Aren't you afraid to live with such a horrible thing every day?" Duankiton looked at Crusu and asked.

Crusu smiled and said, "It's kind of used to it, I saw this thing for the first time when I was just an adult, and I didn't sleep for several days when I was scared, and my mind was full of this horrible thing, and then I slowly got used to it." Later, as we learned more about it, we found that this thing was very stable, and for millions of years, it had never actively attacked us, provided of course, that we did not go into the fog and did not break the agreement with him. ”

"Have you ever disobeyed?" Duan Mouton asked.

Crusu was silent for a moment, and then said with a solemn face: "Once, only once." ”

"The result?" Duanmutong asked tentatively.

"Our population has plummeted by half." Crusu whispered.

Suck!

Hearing this, Duan Mouton suddenly gasped and was speechless.

"It was about 200,000 years ago, and we had just completed the transformation of our body's genes, and this was what it was. The self-confident generation first built a very strong defense here, and at the same time began to sneakily leave the place in batches. However, after we secretly left three batches after half a month, the fog broke out here. At this, Cruso's expression was full of fear.

"The scene was indescribable, the thing flew up on its own, and the blood mist spread rapidly. Countless spirits rushed out, gnawing at what our people thought were perfect creatures, and in an instant, only bones remained. Not only that, but many huge dragon-like goblins actually broke away from the mist and rushed out directly from here. ”

As he spoke, Cruthus pointed to the roof of the shed and said, "He passed through the rocks of the trench overhead, through the sea, through everything, and then killed all the people we ran out of." ”

After a pause, Crusu stared at Duanmuton and said, "It's as if they've memorized our genes, no more and no less, kill them all!" ”

Duan Mutong's eyes widened, and his heart was already turbulent.

"The killing lasted only an hour. It just killed half of our existing adult dragons at that time, and it was still not much, one was not much, and it was exactly half! Cruthus continued.

"Then the sword flew in front of my ancestors, and there were a few low roars from the hideous skull, as if to warn, and then it flew back again, and all was calm again."

"Millions of years later, there is still such power!?" Duanmutong muttered, at this moment he didn't know how to describe it.

At this time, Crusu exhaled a breath and said to Duanmuton, "You have to think about it, can you reach his level?" ”

Duanmutong was silent after listening.

"The cycle of history is similar, and human beings today are very similar to us back then. If you do continue to develop like this, sooner or later the flames of war will once again fill the starry sky. And then, the judgment of the Apocalypse will come again. Crusu said calmly.

Duan Mouton looked up, his forehead pressed against the glass, and looked at the lone sword in the mist.

"A sword shocks a starry sky, and a sword shocks a race of starry sky overlords for millions of years. This is an existence that only exists in the myth of the Flood Wilderness, and I actually discovered it here. Duanmu muttered to himself.

Then, Duanmuton looked up at Crusu and said, "Well, I will think about this question in detail." ”

Crusu nodded and said, "Your thoughts are similar to his, but if you really can't control the development of the war, then when the Apocalypse Judgment comes, you are very willing to follow in our footsteps." You are our dragon's last hope outside, and I don't want you to be imprisoned here forever. ”

Hearing this, Duan Moutong was a little moved in his heart and said, "Thank you!" Really appreciated. ”

"No, I don't. After so many years, I am very happy to be able to see other dragons in my generation. And I also see in you the hope of the peaceful revival of the dragons, which makes it even more impossible for you to follow our old path. Cruthus said.

Then the two of them walked side by side in this hallway.

Along the way, you can see that there are many dragons here looking at the scenery inside.

Crusu explained, "The young dragons see this place as a strange landscape, and of course many dragons are studying here, hoping to one day solve its secrets. ”

"I'm afraid it's harder." Duanmu Mouton said truthfully.

Crusu nodded, "Yes!" But it can also be regarded as giving those unwilling dragons some hope. ”