"Ahh

"Your Highness!?what's going on?" The young succubus outside the room rushed to her Highness's side with an anxious face, followed by the bulging and carefree Shadow Mink.

Livia's voice made André aware of his situation in the confusion, but Valhalla's archive room abruptly made the two people in the room feel very alien.

"Ha, ha...... Ha ......" Andre, who had calmed down, gasped for breath, and his pale forehead was covered with cold sweat. The son of the abyss began to try to remember, he didn't know what he had forgotten the moment he fell into the gray pool! The last picture in his mind was the scene of himself looking up at the Lord of Yellow Springs in the fall, and after returning to the mortal world with him at that moment, what else happened during this period, Andrei had no clue.

"The most confusing thing is really the feeling of not being able to remember anything?" Andrei felt as if the Lord of the Underworld had said something to him at the end, but he couldn't remember it at all. He lowered his head and supported his forehead in a slightly distressed manner, which caused the attendants beside him to panic.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" Livia gently pushed Andrei's shoulder, and the Shadow Marten, who didn't understand what was going on, climbed up along the trouser legs of the Children of the Abyss, squatting on Andrei's lap with an innocent face, staring at the face of the Lord Children of the Abyss with concern.

"I'm fine, could you please inform His Excellency Enriel and Mr. Judion to come here?" Andre waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

"Your Highness, are you dreaming again?" the young squire was still a little relieved.

"Huh?" Hearing the succubus's words, Andre touched the top of his head and plucked a bright red ring of thorns from his head.

“...... Again?" The Son of the Abyss pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, although it was not a bad thing every time, but every time he suddenly came like this, it always made him feel difficult to adapt.

"That's a good thing, you can ask them to come over first, and call the others you can find by the way. ”

It wasn't until Livia exited the room that Andre, who had calmed down, understood why his attendant seemed so concerned—there was a very obvious radial crack on the bluestone desk in front of him, and comparing his sitting posture with the feeling in the chaos, the Children of the Abyss came to a conclusion that he himself felt unreliable.

There is no way to enter or exit this archive other than as the only entrance door. If I am not mistaken, the blow marks that appear to have been inflicted by a blunt object appear to have been inflicted by his right hand.

“...... Dragon Strike!"

Every time he wears a blood-colored thorn on his head and falls asleep, something strange happens around him?Andre never thought that he would perform the dragon strike technique he had studied for the first time under such circumstances.

Recalling the feelings of that moment, the children of the abyss knew in their hearts that after the first time, the second time, the third time, and even the day when they really mastered the essentials would not be far away. Like a chick that has learned to spread its wings, the moment to soar into the sky is just around the corner.

By acquiring the "Powerful Skill", André noticed the strangeness of the archives that made him feel discordant. Then he noticed that the filing cabinets and filing shelves in the room, which were originally very simple shapes, had completely changed their appearance before he knew it!

Demons, elves, dwarves, orcs, hobbits, Van Jiahai, goblins, goblins, and goblins all appeared in the sight of the children of the abyss. The shapes, leaning against the wall or leaning against the cabinets, are all truly life-size, and the original simple and bright archive has now become a stone art gallery full of mystery. The wooden shelves that used to sit in the room are now all gray-white rock. Elves ready to shoot, dwarves with hammers, cowards with dogs by their side, hobbits with spoons in hand who seem to be tasting food...... All of these images come to life, like the pillars and walls of the palace of the Lord of Yellow Springs, which are occupied by epic legends.

Wandering through the "stone statues", André finally found an unusual statue behind the cabinet, in the innermost part of the archives. That particular stone statue exuded a hazy gray sheen, and the image was a tall figure wearing a floor-mopping robe, with long gray hair touching the ground, and an unpredictable veil on its face—it was clearly a statue that belonged to the Lord of Yellow Springs!

The drastic change in the wide room stunned the Children of the Abyss, whether he had gone around the realm of the dead, or whether the Lord of Yellow Springs had come to Valhalla himself, or both...... Andrei was completely out of ideas.

The young headmaster examined the idol in front of him, as if trying to see something in it. Then he noticed that there was something on the idol that didn't quite match his impression of the Lord of Yellow Springs, and in the palm of the idol's upturned hand was something that looked like a skull mask with horns on its head. After a few more careful observations, André realized that the mask-like object was not part of the idol, but was placed on the palm of the Grim Reaper's hand.

With a sense of uncertainty about taking off the mask-like thing, a message popped into the mind of the Children of the Abyss—from this day forward, this is my temple. Place your belongings in the Dark Temple and it will surprise you......

Well, a temple of death with the manifestation of a true god and a temple built in the middle of a school. André was still considering whether he should budget for another archive and build a new archive. Then staring at the various humanoid shelves, the children of the abyss seemed to suddenly realize something. He walked briskly to his desk, which was clearly cracked, and stored the documents of teachers and students organized by race into a cabinet with the corresponding humanoid stone statues.

“...... It's easy to see what you're categorizing. Andrei muttered to himself, I don't know why, storing the files of teachers and students in the temple of death always made him hold back an indescribable sense of disobedience in his heart. If it's someone who doesn't know much about death and the underworld, their first reaction is probably that it's unlucky, right?

What the Children of the Abyss don't know now is that when the teachers and students of this academy are running around the war-torn continent, recounting their deeds and legends, the Huangquan Temple, where the archives of teachers and students are stored, has been regarded by them as the inevitable destination after dedicating their lives to faith. Their heroic stories and contributions to the future of the world will be recorded on the walls of this sacred place, a temple of the dead that is unique in the mortal world, and which will be regarded as a sacred place that cannot be desecrated in the years of peace that follows. Later generations have infinite admiration to call it Valhalla's Valhalla.

......

When the people summoned by the Children of the Abyss entered the newly "renovated" temple, those who didn't know much about the original archive even thought it was supposed to be like this. When André explained that the archive was also the temple of the Lord of Yellow Springs, anyone familiar with the myths and legends of the Grim Reaper had a look of disbelief.

André himself was confused, as the grey snake from the River Styx was still wrapped around his right arm like a tattoo.

"Don't you have anything to say about this?" said Andre, looking at the room full of people, his expression slightly strange.

"Your Highness, what are you referring to?" Yudeon took over first.

"Don't you think there's anything strange about Lord Huangquan personally sending down an oracle to establish the world's first Temple of the Dead in Valhalla?" To be sure, he felt that he was nowhere near the level of being loved by everyone. But at present, these three gods can almost be called responsive to their own requests, according to the not-so-nice saying in that world, they are attentive to everything, and they are either traitors or thieves. Perhaps because the gods of that world all exist only in the spiritual world of people, the children of the abyss always find it a little difficult to resist the "excessive" enthusiasm of the gods. He knew how special he was, but he didn't think that these special things were the reason why he was able to accept the care of the gods.

"Your Highness, have you been overly concerned, and in accordance with your contribution to the prosperity you have brought to the kingdom of Van Jia, if you wish to go to the temple of the sea, Her Majesty the benevolent Vantiny will gladly descend to greet you personally. It was the second mermaid princess of the Vanga Kingdom who was dedicated to cultivation in Valhalla, and in Amira's opinion, the actions of the Children of the Abyss had greatly improved the originally indifferent relationship between the Van Ga Kingdom and the land clans. As more and more ships are put into operation in the Elven Kingdom, the impact of this interaction is bound to be greater than ever. Although most of them were physically unable to live on land for long periods of time, the diversity of Garlandia's civilization brought them a welcome change.

The mermaid princess's compliment made the son of the abyss feel very useful, but he still couldn't think of any considerable changes he could bring to the realm of the dead, it can't be just because the master of the underworld has seen the scene of another world, the other party reciprocated and gave him so much care, right!?

However, everyone else present unanimously agreed that no matter what your Highness is doing, the gods are always paying attention. You have contributed so much to the prosperity of the entire eastern continent that the gods of generosity will not hesitate to bestow grace.

......

When the crowd had dispersed, André privately found the High Priest, who was very advanced in soul and theology.

"Lord Enriel, have you ever heard of a new soul made from fragments from different souls?" the Child of the Abyss asked, pondering.

"I can't be sure...... Generally speaking, however, the gods themselves can be regarded as great beings condensed from the thoughts and aspirations of countless living beings, and without these thriving intelligent races with different customs and customs on land, the power of the goddess may not be as powerful as we know it today. ”

The old priest pondered for a moment, "However, the belief in achieving the foundation of the power of the gods is still quite far behind in a way compared to something that mortals cannot comprehend, such as soul fragments. If you have to say it, the Lord of Yellow Springs that you just met today may be closer to the situation you are talking about. ”

"Is that so?" the children of the abyss's eyebrows were fully twisted together, staring in a meaningless direction, not knowing what to think.

......

The Palace of the Yellow Springs

The gray Lord of Yellow Springs sat on a gray chair and stared with interest at the strange scenes of the other world in the mirror, and a vague figure like a ghost appeared very close behind him, and he didn't want to turn back at all.

"Your Majesty, isn't it really okay if you don't tell him the truth directly?" the ghost's lips quirmed like a phant.

"Do you think he's the kind of person who believes whatever others say?" Looking at the high-rise city appearance in the mirror, Lord Huangquan didn't mean to move a bit.

"But you, as his senior, have been hiding from the sidelines, don't you have anything to say to him?" Death glanced at the ghost behind him unconcernedly.

"I don't think what I've done has deviated from what I was meant to be, but at the moment, he's doing better than me. The ghost stared at the picture in the mirror, as if he was equally interested in the things in that world, "Is it really proper for your majesty to take such care of him and not really show it?"

"He's the most promising guy after you, so should he be left to his own devices, though he comes from an unpredictable realm and has wisdom beyond our comprehension, but he's no more than a mortal. A rare 'monster' like him, it's rare to meet, and people can't help but want to tease it!" The adjectives "mortal and monster seem to contradict each other, but they actually refer to Andre's power and his background.

The Grim Reaper, sitting on top of his chair, seemed to have thought of something funny, and laughed to himself, a low laugh that could not be concealed with pleasure.

......

Storm Sea - Dragon Island

"Kasanna, the Sage is summoning you. "The sisters of the Black Abyss family are in charge of the confinement room, and the unsmiling guards have opened the wooden door, which is very light for the dragons.

"Did you tell me what happened?" Casena walked out of the slightly modest room.

"I don't know......," the long-haired sister always seemed so cold, "but your lord told me not to come back again." ”

There was no need to be confined anymore, and this rare good news made Kasena give her black sister a warm hug, and the keen Star Feather Dragon sensed the shame hidden under the indifference, but the adult she was about to face made her suffer again.

It wasn't because of anything else, but because of the punishment of the lord - the mysteries of the dragons could not be easily divulged, and such rules were only to protect the dragons, who were incomparably powerful in the eyes of mortals. Once they understand what makes dragons so powerful, mortals can target their weaknesses. Compared to the greed of mortals and their numbers, the dragons don't really have much of an advantage.

......

"That mortal town has seen the emergence of true Dragonborns. The first words of the sage, whose temperament was as tranquil as a valley after a rain, made Kasanna's expression cloudy.

She didn't think to doubt the authenticity of this sentence, the adult in front of her, as the oldest, wisest and most charismatic existence in the entire Dragon Island, the Dragon Sage, that is, the primordial dragon as mortals call it, has always been the spiritual leader who leads the entire dragon clan. Even the birth of the dragon clan was brought about by this lord, although she had no blood connection to all dragons in the strict sense of the word. But it is undeniable that standing in front of the young Star Feather Dragon is the origin of the dragon clan, whose strength is comparable to that of the gods themselves, but they are great beings of flesh and blood.

"His Highness Andrew, he ...... Succeeded!?" Kasena didn't know what kind of expression she was supposed to look on right now.

"Yes, he has succeeded in comprehending the mysteries that exist in the magic of life. Andrari, which had only been built for a few years, now has more than a dozen dragonborns in the true sense of the word. The sage, whose clothes fluttered in the sea breeze, looked at the white clouds in the sky, not knowing what to think.

"There are so many of them!?" Casena finally realized that she had made a big mistake.

"It is foreseeable that from now on, there will only be more and more dragonborns on the continent. Although most of these bloodline talents cannot be compared with those two guys back then, they have brought many variables to the situation on the continent in the future. Hopefully, they won't end up in the same dismal situation as they did hundreds of years ago. ”

“...... My lord, Kasena is willing to be punished!" the pale star-feathered dragon touched his knees to the ground, looking terrified.

"Get up, child. I know you haven't revealed anything to the Son of the Abyss, but you are underestimating his acumen and wisdom...... Such a person, even if he does not grasp this opportunity, will surely achieve extraordinary things in time. ”

Kasena sat on her knees with a complicated expression, her heart was full of confusion, but she still didn't expect that the young child of the abyss would be able to do it to such an extent. In the valley at the edge of the forest, the people of Andrari, like the towns they love, grow like young dragons, growing at an astonishing rate.