No mercy, no rain, no faith, no God, this is my home, Kalmastan. - The Sun King

There are countless legends in this area, from ancient times to the present day.

Many years later, when I returned here, I realized that the rumors of ghosts and gods coexisting, told in the dark night, have never disappeared, they have survived long ago, they have survived in the distant future, they have survived in the cracks of the mouths of every old man, they have always existed......

The never-dying flying over this desert casts the shadow of an era and an elegy of remembrance.

Welcome, Dragonbone Desert.

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The smell of dry tobacco burning wafted into the dust, and the wind and sand were whistling outside, and the group waited in the house of the old man who kept watch in the desert, waiting for the wind and sand to stop.

It was by no means an ordinary wind and sand, and there was an unusual magic in the raging storm, and some kind of deep roar was hidden in the whistling wind, and just feeling the stirring magic made people jealous.

"The Dragonbone Desert, half of the territory of Kalmastan is in this desert, and the perennial ominous sandstorms are described by the locals as coming from the demon lord who was personally killed by the Sun King a long time ago......," Uncle Li summarized the information he had collected in the past few days,

The house was dilapidated, and it was even doubtful that it would be possible to hold on to the sand.

But if you look closely, you can see that some kind of strange rune is faintly floating on the stone wall of the house, which is secretly connected together, so that the whole house can survive in the raging wind and sand.

Dizi sat quietly in front of a dilapidated wood lamp, without speaking, just listening to Uncle Li's report.

“...... The Demon Lord had an ominous name, but it was described in local legend as having four wings on its back, a huge body that could cover the sky with its wings outstretched, and seemed to be covered with blades......"

Uncle Li only mentioned it roughly, after all, no one knows how true or false this kind of myth and legend is, so he can only refer to it slightly.

"Later people named that demon lord Blade Wing, the eternal nightmare of the Dragonbone Desert......"

The little Lori on the side leaned against the table where the firewood lamp was placed, listened to Uncle Li's words, and said,

"The immortal soul required by the mission comes from the five-headed world-level lord, we have descended in the Dragonbone Desert, and we have already carried the hint given by the time train, I believe that the same is true for the other carriage, and the region we descend to must have a mission goal. ”

"Now it seems that this demon lord is very likely to be a world-class monster entrenched in the Dragon Bone Desert. ”

Uncle Li nodded approvingly, the other people in the room just listened to the words of these two people, the dancer and the girl in leather were not very good, they each stood on both sides of the room, the two flight attendants did not dare to speak, they were the least vocal.

"The world map we got from the traveling merchants, the continent under our feet is not only the Dragonbone Desert where we are located, but also the Enchanted Forest in the south, the Bright Moon Ice Sheet in the north, the Free Capital in the heartland, and the mysterious unknown region in the far east. ”

"Since we are in the Dragonbone Desert, the people in that carriage should be in the Enchanted Forest or the Bright Moon Ice Field, the capital of freedom is the realm of human beings, and there should be no world-class monsters. ”

"There are a total of five mission objectives for the Immortal Soul, and according to this analysis, there must be a certain target hidden somewhere in the Dragonbone Desert. "It's very simple, powerful beings often don't coexist in one place, and since this continent is only a few regions, then they must be scattered in various regions.

"The Soul of Domination will not be considered for the time being, if we can't take this Immortal Soul of the current region, we will be quite passive. Little Lori said with a little solemnity, everyone discussed it so far, and turned their eyes to Di Zi'an, who was sitting silently at the stone table, and Di Zi'an looked at the tightly clasped wood door,

The poor wooden door kept colliding with the threshold under the wind and sand outside, and Di Zi'an's gaze under the mask seemed to penetrate the wooden door, seeing the dust flying in the sky behind it and the black shadows hidden under the dust.

"According to the old man, this desert hides countless legendary secrets, as the place where the Sun King, who once almost dominated the continent, originated, there is a secret realm of the Sun King here, sealing the secrets of the ancient era, and one of the secret realms is corresponding to the Sun King sealing the Demon Lord......" Uncle Li thought for a while and added.

The house where they were now able to barely hide came from a gift from the old man in the village, and in the past few days, they had knocked on the side and asked for something.

"Why don't we go to that old man tomorrow?" he must know something!" said the leather-clad woman as she found an opportunity to speak, and little Lori was also pondering, the old man...... Although I don't know why I am called the old man, it seems that this title has a deep meaning.

Do you want to use some means to force him to speak? Xiao Lori is considering the feasibility of this kind of thing, after all, this kind of thing has been practiced in the time and space train for so long, this kind of thing has become commonplace, and it is normal to use a little radical means for the sake of her own task and even her life.

"Don't bother...... Di Zi'an finally spoke, in fact, everyone present has been waiting for him to speak, "That old man is not so simple...... In fact, he is better than all of you, keeping the ...... of the year."

"How is this possible!" little Anne was the first to ask, "I don't feel any fluctuations in his magic at all!"

"That's a power that isn't exposed...... Flowing in the veins. Dizi stood up and looked at the other side of the room, as if through the quaint stone wall, to see the scene outside, where the old man lived.

"We don't need to look for him, he has already faced a choice......"

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It was night, the sky was full of wind and sand outside the house, the old man was guarding the dim candle flame in the rocking chair, the dim fire light cast an old shadow on the broken stone wall on his body, he was already very old, so old that he could not see a trace of brilliance in his cloudy eyes, the candle flame in front of the table was still flickering, the old man trembled and extinguished the fireworks in his hand with his dry hands, took a deep breath, and pushed away the iron box in front of him.

In the iron box, the monster devoured the light, then tore the shadow apart, refracting the vicissitudes of the cold steel edge, and the moment it appeared in the air, it turned its breath into a pain. The sharp edge filled the air, turning the air like an iron needle, piercing people's hearts.

Vaguely visible, its blades were inscribed with fine, ancient lines, but those lines were obscured and dull by the dried blood.

When it doesn't eat blood, it's so quiet.

It's quiet and scary.

The old man stretched out his hand, picked it up, and gently wiped its broken sword, as if hearing the dragon's gasping in his ears, like the ebb and flow of the tide, and cold sweat oozed from his back unconsciously.

The Night Morning Star, the Dragonslayer's Dagger, the Lamenter, the Blood-Drinking Blade, the Grace of the Underworld... The title and glory surrounding it are enough to fill a magnificent epic, and it, even if it is only half broken, even if it is already dusty and damaged, it still can't hide its magnificent honor, the blade of the sun king walking in the mortal world, the blood blade of the king.

The twin blades were lost in the year of the Dragon's Glimpse, and were rumored to have been brought into the forbidden tomb by the Sun King, and no one knew that one of them was sleeping in the stone house on the edge, waiting for the footsteps of history.

"This lamp has been guarded for fifty years. The old man gently stroked the lines on the hilt of the sword, and his dry hand seemed to hold the hilt of the sword inadvertently, so the candle flame on the table swayed violently, and on the broken stone wall, the old man's shadow distorted in that moment, turning into a huge shadow.

The shadow was huge and hideous, the lion's claws, the snake's tail, the ribbed wings, the huge bone wings opened wantonly, and the body was hideously coiled over the stone wall, so terrifying but so... Beauty.

In an instant, the shadow dissipated and took on a human form again, and the wind and sand outside the house were silent for some time, like the silence of a king in his wrath.

On the vast sandy land that is not covered by wind and sand, you can vaguely see the lines woven by white bones, the white bones give birth to lotus, the lotus gives birth to twenty-three petals, and there is a monarch sleeping in the meantime. The old man walked out of the stone house, holding the missing half of the twin blades in his hand, and blood dripping from the blades.

In the center of the white bone circle, the quicksand gathers here, condensed into a bottomless passage, in the deepest part, there is a sarcophagus, around the sarcophagus, there are four statues of angels, its shape is dazzling, but unfortunately it is silent underground, no one looks at it. The wind and sand stopped, and the desert was silent, but in the silence, there was a faint and distant knocking sound from within, like a dead person knocking on the door from Hades.

The old man listened intently, and the voice sounded according to a certain beat, in tune with the beating of the heart, and then it made waves in the silence, and then it became more and more rapid, bang, bang, bang, the sound rippled in the air, and then the sound of collapse sounded, and one of the four angel statues collapsed with a bang, only for a moment when it was swept by the ripples, and its face became shattered. As a result, the sound became furious like a tsunami.

Collapse!

Like the friction of iron pieces, like the roar of a dragon, when the stars fall, when everything disintegrates, a huge explosion comes from the depths of the earth, the sarcophagus is shattered in an instant, and the blood light is radiated from it, reflecting the face of the red angel statue, so the brilliance is like this, and it is also hideous like a demon. Something, awakened from the depths of the earth, came out of the box.

"Keep the year, keep the year, I don't know the years, I don't know the years. The old man's dry throat let out a low soft groan, and at the last moment, the old man stared at the blood-colored blade in his hand, staring for a long time, "Sun King, I don't know who will bear your glory, and who will wash your sins." A huge roar resounded throughout the desert, and at the last moment before the earth died, the old man jumped into the hole leading to the ground, and the wind and sand that had long ceased swept again, and for a moment, the sky turned blood red.

The last keeper of the Sun King, buried in the wind and sand with the cave.

With this body alone, dedicated to the supreme and great king, may your glory still shine on Kalmastan in a thousand years.