Ulysses slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing in the middle of an ancient city.

The layout of the city was completely different from the current town, the church was not the tallest building in the city, the roads were not very wide, and the buildings scattered throughout the city were scattered without any specific planning.

Now, he was standing in front of one of the huts.

It was a slightly old wooden two-story building with a black roof, and creepers spiraled up the corners, and the green that covered most of the walls in the summer was long gone. The withered brown stems and veins make the whole building look a little dilapidated, except for the cross sign in front of the door, which means that this is not an ordinary house, but a religious place.

Before you know it, the night has opened its curtains, and the windows of every house in the city reveal a dim glow, and the sound of children playing at the table, the loving scolding of adults, the sound of couples arguing, and the music of rich people's banquets are intertwined, making this slightly old city a little more lively.

However, Ulysses could not see anyone in the city. The rooms where the lights were lit, the homes where there were colorful sounds, there was not even a single figure, everything was like a comical drama. On the contrary, in the quiet small church in front of me, there is a faint sense of sacredness.

It was a smell that Ulysses was very familiar with, the smell of the Supreme Cult of the Inception a long, long time ago.

He gently pushed open the ancient door and stepped into the small church.

Behind the door was a small room, narrow from east to west and wide from north to south, with some cheap white stones inlaid on the ground. In the middle of the room is an unremarkable log table, which has not yet been painted in this era, but it can be seen that it has been carefully cared for. Under the light of the candles on the table, the wood-grained table top reflects a thin layer of oil, which is the trace left by many people who pray and eat together here.

In the east wall facing the table, there is a built-in fireplace, and several well-proportioned southern logs are burning, which not only dispels the damp cold in the humble room, but also adds some wood fragrance to the warm air.

In the corner of the room, there are also several pots of dandelions, these small flowers that only need a little soil and water to survive tenaciously, giving this room a little more fresh breath.

On the wall of the room is a standard white cross with a small table in front of it, which is used by the priest to lead the prayers and perform the mass.

The early church was not wealthy, and the meeting place that could be built had to serve many purposes, and long tables for everyone to eat together, simple chairs, and light preaching places were all necessary.

If I'm not mistaken, the second floor is where the church staff live and store their books, and next to this room is the kitchen. Every room is used carefully, and there is no waste, and the church that has just been in the founding period is expanding its believers little by little in many such simple and small churches.

I am afraid that the priests and the people who came to pray here at that time could not have imagined how much the church would expand in the future. Even the smallest of churches have large halls and symbolic crosses of reading, as well as magical enchantments that can be used to combat calamity.

"Isn't it here?" Ulysses walked through the small church with a familiar smell, which, like the rooms outside, left traces of how people lived here.

From downstairs to upstairs, from the prayer room to the study, he searched everything and found nothing unusual. There are no people here, only traces of people's lives, as if all the people who lived here disappeared without a trace overnight.

No, maybe it's not gone, it's that it didn't exist in the first place.

It's definitely not for nothing that he's here. It was his intuition of the spirit world that had led him here, so there must be something different here.

By the way, there is another place where Ulysses remembered the role of both the early and present churches, and it was the resting place that the people of the land who believed in the Most High God were most accustomed to choose.

Public cemeteries - places that have been managed by the Church since ancient times, especially after the war three hundred years ago, the Church paid more attention to this aspect of management. In order to prevent a large number of undead creatures from being controlled, the church will bless the deceased no matter where they come from and how great their sins are, so that they will not be awakened again.

Now, with the exception of a very small number of nobles who own their own family cemeteries, and a few who died in the wilderness and could not return, the vast majority of them were buried in the public cemeteries of the Church after death. The church even took the initiative to issue an indefinite task to unconditionally recover the bodies of people who died in the wilderness and put them to rest.

Of course, this ancient church did not have such a perfect function, and only a few believers who believed in God would be buried here.

Passing through the back of the church, Ulysses walked to a clearing where several crosses were erected here and there. Around this clearing, there are towering yellow trees, which are the plane trees planted in southern cities.

The moon had climbed right up in the middle of the sky, and among the towering branches of the plane trees, the gray leaves had fallen from the bottom of the trees. In the silver moonlight, the ground was as clean as a layer of snow. A few stubborn solitary leaves hung from the bare branches, and when the wind blew, it made a lonely sound.

And in the middle of these crosses, only one of them has fresh flowers in front of it, which looks like someone put it not long ago. Without exception, these flowers are white dandelions, which emit a faint fragrance in the silver moonlight.

Someone carved the text on the cross, delicate and small, but probably because a long time has passed, and the handwriting is already a little blurry.

"Osiris, the dragon of the sky, the greatest ...... The hero rests here, may the wind and ...... Dandelion will always be with you. ”

Ulysses stayed in front of the tombstone, remembering that the dragons had also left a monument to the dragon of the sky, Osiris. It is a huge stone monument that is countless times more majestic than this simple wooden cross, a monument to the sky that is protected by a huge guardian field, and a miracle building that will never be damaged for tens of millions of years.

Even the ruins that guard the body of the sky dragon Osiris also have a distinct dragon color, and the dragon vein forbidden method "Eye of the Storm", the storm dragon summoned at will, is not something that humans can arrange.

But perhaps this wooden cross in front of it is its true home, its final resting place.

"Play with me. "Out of nowhere, a crisp and lovely voice came.

"Play with me and take me to the end of this world. Play with me and take me to see the stars in the sky, play with me and I'll help you take out all the enemies. ”

"This is ......" Ulysses was stunned, looking at the little figure that was walking around the woods, as if disoriented.

It was a lovely girl with a transparent blue-white body, like a jewel, about eleven or twelve years old, with a pair of big cyan eyes, six small dragon horns growing in her ears, and a blue-blue gem inlaid on her forehead, which emitted a charming light like a star at night.

She was dressed in a simple white linen dress with a red belt around her waist, and walked on the wet ground with her snow-white feet, but did not leave any footprints on the ground, looking like a ghost floating in the forest.

"Whoever does not play with me will swallow a thousand needles, whoever does not play with me will be buried in a sand pit, and whoever does not play with me will hide in a cave for the rest of his life. The girl in white did not seem to notice Ulysses' arrival, and continued to walk around the woods.

"So, come and play with me, come and jump rope with me, hide and seek together, dance together. "The crisp and lovely voice echoes through the lonely woods, giving a sense of sadness.

No one answered her, and no one could have played with her, because this is a world where there is no real life, a world where the living cannot come.

"Is she a dragon?" Ulysses put his index finger to his forehead, his gaze passing through the girl's body, wanting to see what had happened farther in the past, farther in time.

"Ah, there's someone, uncle, are you here to play with me?" When Ulysses was about to see through the girl's body, the girl, who had been spinning around on her own, finally discovered his presence, and jumped up in front of him, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"Ahem...... Uncle ...... "Ulysses' spell casting has been interrupted, this title is really lethal." Although it is ten years later, does he look so old at the age of 22?

Of course, if you really calculate the age...... Well, it's still not so careful, but this girl seems to have something to do with the sky dragon Osiris. Or, is she Osiris, the dragon of the sky?

Impossible, Ulysses shook his head, the dragon of the sky he knew, Osiris, was a warrior with a great sense of justice and responsibility, and infinitely loyal to the angels he followed. To be more specific, it is the strongest of the strong, and with his dragon identity as the greatest pride, he has never seen it become a sincere and benevolent person.

When it knocked him down, it hit him to death, and it almost didn't break him off. How can this kind of macho man have anything to do with a female surname.

(To be continued)