Holding the fainting Van in one hand, the dragon galloped rapidly across the icy snowfield, the roof of the world. www.biquge.info In the distant old century, when the word "country" still existed, it was called the Himalayas and belonged to an ancient civilization called China.

The quicksands of time have buried too much of the distant past, and now, this place is known as the Pinnacle Mountains.

Rushing all the way back, there was no rest for a moment, so that even the strong physique of the Six Killers was a little unbearable.

There was nothing to say all the way, and the dragon's grim expression dispelled all the doubts of the six killers, until he returned to the peak mountain range, he was not half defrosted.

The vaguely patrolling guards proved that they had finally returned home, and on this pinnacle of snow, they were the masters of all things, and no one could cross the tight guards of the pinnacle mountains, no one.

Near, the Six Killers finally saw the huge gate under the snow again, and no matter how many missions they had performed, whenever they returned from their success, they would always marvel at this miraculous creation.

There are dozens of meters high alloy gate, you can't see the end at a glance, because of the perennial cold wind and frost, the surface of the city gate is attached to a thick layer of dark blue ice and snow, the thick ice layer makes the already heavy gate more majestic, the gate gently opens, every time the mountain shakes.

The gate is located halfway up the mountain's highest peak, known as the top of the peaks, and this terrifying height alone is enough to deter most of the intruding creatures.

Outside the city gates, heavily armed guards wore heavy combat uniforms, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. Level seven, this is the lowest level of this group of guards, a powerful existence that can dominate one side in the mortal world, and here it is just a guard.

The heavy gate rumbled like a slit in the eyes of a long-indulged dream, which was barely existing compared to the gap in the body, which was enough to accommodate the entry of the dragon.

Behind the city gate, there is a completely hollowed out mountain, and the excavated passage is not rigorous and delicate, and it is rough and heavy. All the way up the stairs, the two sides of the passage are depicted with painted murals, there are peaceful countryside, civilized cities where science and technology converge, there are also ugly and terrible dark zergs, broken walls and ruins of nuclear explosions, these murals witness the history of the rise and fall of mankind, but also witness the grand epic of the establishment of the Summit Council.

At the final entrance of the passage, a large painted mural dominates the entire field of view ahead.

The dark shadow that couldn't see his face clearly, a pair of blood pupils were faint and open, and under his feet were the corpses of mutilated beings. Against the snowy background, the peaks of the peaks are extremely abrupt, and the council presidents are fighting in all corners of the mural, full of dead and withered life, zerg, humans, and even peak life, and under the curtain of the huge mural, a pair of even more huge blood pupils coldly watched all this happen, no one knew what it was, the only thing depicted on it was its huge foot that had occupied one-fifth of the entire mural's terrifying claws, sending out a devastating blow.

This is not a historical fact that happened in the past, on the contrary, it is an unknown that every warrior loyal to the Summit Council must know.

This is what will happen in the future, a prophecy carved by the hand of the greatest oracle of mankind, Lynn.

And the dark shadow that can't see the face clearly is the prophesied protospecies of the Destruction of the Peak Council, the even greater terrifying claw, which is said to be an evil spirit released by his control.

When they arrived, as soon as the last step of the staircase left their feet, the guards of the battle columns in the passage immediately closed the gate. The real pinnacle council is just around the corner, not a majestic castle in the mountains, not a glittering war city, but like a peaceful idyllic village, without argument or tension.

You can even see creatures running around and children frolicking and hustle.

It's far from the cruel wilderness, and even more away from mundane strife.

Let out a knowing smile, every time they return to their "homeland" again, the Six Killers will always feel a trace of warmth and relaxation, perhaps because they have experienced too much cruel past, so they will feel precious to this hard-won warmth.

The streets are clean and dusty, and the babbling children are tumbling and playing, and you don't have to worry about their safety, because here, there is never danger.

"The Seventh Council Master is back! The Six Kills Adults are back, too! The cheers were loud and sincere, and the housewives who swept their homes screamed through the stone windows.

In response to her cry, more residents peeked out of the stone houses.

"Your Excellency."

"Your Excellency!"

They shouted for joy and ran out of the house to the door, bowing slightly to show their heartfelt respect. Revere the peacemakers of this peaceful place, and the creatures who guard the people in this paradise.

Greeting slightly, through the bright lights of the road, the dragon could clearly see the sincere emotions that greeted the residents, and even his cold expression couldn't help but loosen, and he gently bowed his forehead and thanked the residents who greeted him.

There is no end in sight to the wide central street, and this is only a street at the top of the peaks, and the interior of this huge hollowed-out mountain is intricately intertwined and I don't know how to geometry.

After a quarter of an hour's walk, the group finally reached the end of the central street and continued to climb the stairs, which was another gate carved into the mountain.

The Hall of Light, the meeting place of the Summit Council.

"Your Excellency." The guards on both sides bowed their heads respectfully.

With a slight forehead, the dragon pushed open the door in front of him.

Darkness, the darkness that can swallow everything, the most complete lightlessness.

"You're back." The calm and old voice, accompanied by the closing of the door, echoed leisurely throughout the hall.

"Elder Council." The Six Killers immediately got down on one knee.

"Get up, you've worked hard this time."

"Master Xie."

"Dragon, is what you are carrying in your hand the prophesied native species?" The old voice sounded again.

"I don't know, if you say yes, then you are."

The six kills standing on the side bowed their heads tightly and were silent, because anyone could tell that there was something indescribable in the dragon's tone, although he didn't know what this represented, but it would definitely not be respect.

"You're still like this, even if you have witnessed the abilities of the native species, you don't want to believe the truth of the prophecy, and it seems that my decision to insist on letting you capture the native species yourself doesn't seem to have had much effect."

"His abilities are indeed a bit tricky, but Jesor, I've said it countless times, the future of humanity can never be pinned on just one person."

"You don't believe in the oracle's prophecy, don't forget who saved your life."

"What I owe her doesn't mean I have to agree with everything about her."

"Okay......" sighed leisurely, Jessor no longer intended to dwell on this topic, after so many years, the dragon's persistence had not changed.

"Well...... I can feel that the strength of the six kills has decreased a little, and each of them is injured. ”

"I'm sorry sir, we let you down!" Hearing this, Six Kills immediately admitted their mistake.

"So if I'm not mistaken, you personally knocked him out."

"Yes."

"So he's already so strong? Need you to get your hands dirty to bring it back? Jessor's tone was solemn.

"No, I didn't lose the six kills, but I chose to shoot early."

"Oh? Will you strike early? Jesor was slightly surprised, he knew the dragon's pride all too well, and with his personality, he would never disdain to bully too much, even if the opponent was a native species of high importance.

"Because I felt a breath, a breath that none of us wanted to touch." There was a palpable heaviness in the dragon's voice.

"Could it be ......," Jessor inhaled slightly.

"Lowe."

"Luo ......"

Repeating the name from the dragon's mouth, Jessor fell silent for a moment.

And at this moment, the six kills who didn't dare to gasp lightly on the side, when they heard the name from the dragon's mouth, the horror in their hearts was like turning the river into the sea!

At this time, they knew why the dragon at that time chose to make a move, and why he hurried back with a cold face.

It's all because of the name.

Lowe.

A taboo common to all peak life, an unspeakable shame.

But why is he there!? (To be continued.) )