Engulf... Qin Li could feel that he seemed to be able to understand, and he also knew a lot of knowledge that he didn't know before.

He read a great deal of knowledge about alchemy, from nothing to being, death to life, and the world as it was before dusk.

Heimdall, the earliest dragon, a voluntary observer of the World Tree, gatekeeper of the ends of the world and mysteries.

Because he was killed by the black dragon and finally returned to the World Tree, will the price of accepting this power be the next one to merge with the World Tree and lose himself?

It doesn't matter, Qin Li looked around, looking at this empty and lonely, dilapidated city ruins, how could he think about the meaning of his existence all day long, he was tired of dragons, then end all this.

"You know, I've seen a prophet before, the earliest alchemist, the lowly dragon, whose life was so proud and humble," Heimdall's voice sounded softly, "It hated the dragon's pride, it hated the blood mourning, it used the legacy of the World Tree to create alchemical miracles, and in the end it chose to disappear completely, and before that, it had a song..."

Well, now that Qin Li also knew these stories, he remembered them with Heimdall in his mind.

In the dream of a new world, the bronze mountains melt and become a ladder on the ground;

The eternal rock collapses and becomes a new seabed;

The surface of the water is frozen, and the light and shadow are missing

Finally, the storm of the eternal night destroys the old age......

Let the dark shadow of despair not be able to move forward in the light.

"Heimdall, you seem to know my sister very well, and even modified the cause and effect line so that she never had any concern for me, directly breaking the logic of the twins." Qin Li stood up, took off again, and rushed towards the stone tower, stopping on the huge bronze nail that had nailed him in the past, looking at the other end of the Nibelungen.

"Of course...... Because your sister is not a good thing, even without me, she would have become like this..."Heimdall laughed mysteriously, "If I let you two love each other, you will be used as a gun all your life, and you will not have the slightest idea of your own, I will take action, although I try my best to hide your identity, but your sister can know that you are not of the same kind, so she will naturally alienate you, and I will have contact with you." ”

Yes, because of the separation of the twin blood relatives, he finally found the truth in Black Swan Harbor, which can be regarded as a return in another way.

"It's me, trying to nurture your creative ideas super-ultra-remotely." Heimdall said this sentence a little empty-heartedly.

"Sometimes I wonder why you're Heimdall and not the World Tree?" Qin Li was speechless, he always felt that this question was unsolvable, just like studying politics in high school, whether the world was material or spiritual, all kinds of debates, so it seems that Heimdall is also a contradiction.

But this time, there was no more Heimdall's voice, Qin Li stood on the stone tower, there was a small crack around the nailed him, which he had picked out from the tower over time, and created his own eggs in the right space, just in the gap between the upper and lower floors of the stone tower, filling and supporting a secret room-like space with new power.

And in the distance opposite the old city, there was also a tall tower, with an ivory texture, shining with a good light, Qin Li looked at the ivory tower that was several times taller in the distance of the stone tower, and did not stay long, turned over.

"What are the remnants of the White King...... Let's try to recycle it. ”

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At night, Japan's Genji Heavy Industries.

Employees in black uniforms walked back and forth in the employee elevator carrying numerous cardboard boxes, materials, belongings, equipment and other things were transported to the warehouse, lined up in an orderly manner and waited for the command, and one of the people in the team stopped when he got out of the elevator and lowered his hat.

Deeper in the warehouse, the light was dim, and the well-trained staff put down the cardboard boxes containing various items in their hands, then retreated and returned to the upper level to carry them again.

The man at the end of the line lowered the box and turned to look at the other employees, who didn't seem to notice him because he was the last one.

He walked briskly inside, past the neatly stacked cardboard boxes, and into the depths with a faint woody scent.

But what he didn't expect was that in the warehouse on a deeper level, there was a team of employees walking out.

"Hey, who are you, don't you know you can't come in here!" The staff member who led the team asked in Japanese, "I remember telling you that the head of the house also told me to go down......

The employee who took the lead approached the person who rushed in and pushed him to go out, "This is the upper floor, and ordinary employees are not allowed to approach ...... without an order."

"Click!" After a flash of light, in front of the three or two employees in the back row, the captain, who was still trying to talk to this person just now, spurted blood from the root of his neck, as if most of his upper body had been split.

"Not good!" Some people reacted first and shouted, while others were at a loss, one wanted to retreat to the restricted area of the warehouse, and the other ran out.

"Hmm!" Another flash of swords flashed, and the two people who tried to escape were killed by a single blow, and the man let go of his hand, allowing his body to fall down with a huge cut.

"What people!" But the people who got out of the elevator and heard the movement also rushed over, saw the corpse on the ground, and were stunned, and soon, the employees rushed to confront the man.

The man still didn't take off his hat, but flicked the short knife to his side, and the blood beads on the knife slowly fell to the ground.

Within a few minutes, there was a dead silence in the warehouse, and the killer stomped his foot a few times, seeming to feel bad about the blood stickiness, and found a pair of clean shoes of the same size on the dead employee on the side, and walked to the space behind the wooden door.

He slowly leaned over to look at the murals on the walls that smelled of blood and grease, one after another, the blood of the White King, the communication with the first ancestors of Japan, the blood-red rivers, and the barren land.

Most of these were consistent with what he knew, and there were no major differences, except that the mural glorified a bloodline transaction, and the White King was indeed known for his scheming.

It's just this last mural...... He stopped, looking up at the last wall.

The last mural is completely different from the previous one with bright colors, a series of incantation-like graffiti, magically combined into a pair of golden eyes, the whole painting has no specific shapes that can be distinguished, just a pile of ancient words, in ten thousand people can see ten thousand possible things, this is something that only that race can understand.

The secret of the White King, left by the ancestors of the White King's bloodline, if you take a closer look, this painting has the same smell of blood and grease as the previous painting, and there is also a faint smell of decay, that is, the smell of the sea.

“… Ding..."A faint sound in the distance brought the pondering man back to his senses, and he smiled a little mischievously, wiped the blood from the dagger with the hem of his coat, and approached the final finale mural.

The elevator door opened, and the disguised Chu Zihang and Caesar walked in with cardboard boxes, and the deeper they went, the bloody scene hidden under the shadows was completely revealed.

The people in the warehouse rolled up the mural, walked out quickly, and after looking left and right, they suddenly found a new guest in the warehouse.

"Did you run in from the elevator shaft... Alright," he smiled, gesturing in the direction of the new guest, "get me over there and get out of the way." ”

"Hiss-"