Perfection.

This is the word that unconsciously comes to his mind when he sees the "egg" that is hatching.

Maybe everyone's words and spirits come from their souls, Chen Mo is a person who prepares for a rainy day, and it just so happens that he has a "heavenly performance".

He had imagined the appearance of the White King's Egg, and the spirit extracted the files he had seen from the secret party's database, and the book described in the book, the resurrection of the Lord of Bronze and Fire, Herzog's cocoon, and countless information streams into his 'spirit', simulating countless possible scenarios for him.

But there was no miracle in front of him.

"Cocoon"? "Eggs"? No, no, no, this miracle had nothing to do with the word creature at all, and what he saw in front of him was neither the bloody carpet that filled the room, nor the dragon cocoon of the perfect creature waiting for the perfect creature wrapped in white silk threads, nor a bronze jar that had kept the dragon eggs intact under the wash of thousands of years of time with extreme alchemy.

Chen Mo stared at the pale and transparent "spirit" suspended in the air, and his awe of the great existence and his insignificance came spontaneously.

Parasitic mayflies in the heaven and earth, a millet in the sea, mourning the moments of my life, envying the infinity of the Yangtze River.

It is not accurate to use the abstract word "spirit" to describe it, and objectively describe a geometric body in front of Chen Mo's eyes.

A quadrangular pyramid.

Transparent threads stretched out from his surface, connecting the ceiling, floors, columns, and even the walls of the king's bedchamber. From time to time, white light slowly flowed from those extremely thin silk threads to the suspended quadrangular pyramid, and only then could Chen Mo see those thin and transparent silk threads.

Chen Mo's breathing gradually became heavier, and then he began to gasp for breath, he stared at the miracle in front of him, and even blood appeared in his flickering golden pupils, he forced himself to calm down, closed his eyes, and the eyes of the spirit opened, and there was no doubt that once again, looking up at the great thing that majesty and beauty coexisted at a close distance.

In the boundless white light, the four-sided cone is still strangely transparent, and the transparent interior is full of curved words and ridges, which seem to be in motion all the time, as if they are always at a standstill, they form an indistinguishable dense text, and they form an incomprehensible complex structure, like a dream, like a bubble, like the truth.

The color of blood spread in his eyes at a breakneck pace.

When it made people wonder if there would be blood and tears going to flow from his eyes, Chen Mo suddenly closed his eyes as if he had woken up from a dream.

He quickly covered his eyes with his hands, leaned forward as if to use the arched position to reduce the pain, but soon stopped, his body quickly straightened, and his right hand slowly moved away, but it could be seen that his body was still shaking from the pain.

The dragon attendant smiled and took in Chen Mo's reaction, his words full of pleasure and self-satisfaction: "This is the price of the audience. ”

Chen Mo didn't respond, or he didn't have the ability to respond at all now, the kind of intense pain that spread all over his body didn't come from his eyes, but from his 'spirit', seeing the pure white and glorious 'spirit', after his single eye shattered, Chen Mo knew the price that might be paid by looking directly at the throne, but as an alchemist, he couldn't resist the temptation of looking directly at the dragon king's spirit from his heart.

If he had entered the temple of alchemy only to seek self-preservation in this world, now this wonderful and magical technology has truly become a part of his life.

For a long time, although the pain was still coming in waves, Chen Mo, who felt that he was gradually numb and adapted, took a deep breath, pulled an arc on the corner of his mouth, and asked with a smile: "This is the white king who is only under the black emperor in the history of the dragon clan?" ”

"As a visionary bloodstealer, can't you affirm His greatness? So great that you don't even have the power to look in the eye. There was contempt in the dragon waiter's eyes that could be intuitively felt.

"That's not what I'm asking." Chen Mo's smile was a little sarcastic: "This is something I've never heard of, this is not an ordinary egg, this is a pure 'spirit', the egg is composed of 'spirit' and the bone and blood of the dragon, flesh and blood are the root of the formation of the dragon body, but there is no white king's bone and blood here." ”

"Is not the palace where you stand made of the bones of my king?"

"You've got a bad problem." The sarcasm in Chen Mo's voice was already overflowing: "I always like to say things that make no sense, such as lies and true nonsense that can be easily recognized." ”

"The death of dragons is a completely different death from other creatures, at the moment of death, all the cells in your body that carry genetic information will also die, and all life will be cut off in an instant, from the brain to the nerve endings are completely dead, this is because your spirit is not dead, but goes to the prepared cocoon, waiting for the future to return, so there will be no spiritual residue in the original body, and the whole body is death in the true sense!"

"You know so much." The dragon attendant sighed, his tone full of threats and hypocrisy: "The more people who know, the shorter they live, don't they?" ”

"That's not all I know." Chen Mo continued to himself, "But such dragon bones are precisely the best materials for alchemy, because they have been completely 'killed'. ”

"Humans have been trying all kinds of ways to kill metal for thousands of years, and in the end there are not many such materials, but all the bones of a dragon corpse are made of this material, which is a huge treasure trove, isn't it? The secret party has regarded dragons as mortal enemies for thousands of years, not just for hatred, even if dragons can escape with the help of cocoons, dragon bones are a huge benefit visible to the naked eye. ”

The dragon attendant no longer had any expression, and looked at Chen Mo indifferently.

"Maybe at the beginning, the secret party was a real dragon-slaying organization, soaking the sword with dragon blood, making the revival of dragons come to naught, protecting the ignorant humans, they threw themselves into the battle with such a beautiful and tragic program, that kind of empty ideal is impossible to attract generations of people to drown in it, and now the secret party is essentially a businessman, except for a few members, dragon slaying has become a business for us, almost a profitable business."

"Business for the sake of my people's blood, isn't it?" The dragon attendant asked softly.

"Wrong." Chen Mo categorically denied: "It's not just something as simple as bone and blood, when dragons are killed without preparing a cocoon, their bodies will be wiped out in an instant, but something will be left behind, it is the perfect combination of spirit and bone and blood, in human alchemy, this kind of remains is called the Holy Grail, which can fulfill all wishes." ”

There was silence in the dormitory, Chen Mo didn't continue, and the dragon servant didn't respond, I don't know how long it took before a deep voice sounded again: "Actually, there's another reason, isn't it?" And there's another reason why you bloodstealers want to wipe out dragons at any cost. ”

Chen Mo gently spit out two words:

"Hatred."

"You drink the blood of our people, and bury our compatriots with the sword of the dragon bone, this is a blood feud that can never be erased!" The dragon squire's voice was full of rage: "Vengeance flows in the blood of our clan, once the royal banner of our clan is raised again in this world, you despicable and shameless blood stealers will definitely be exterminated by all dragons at all costs, none of you will survive, and all of you will die under our power and power." ”

"So almost all hybrids are going to stop this from happening."

After the declaration of blood feud, the dragon servant quickly regained his composure, and the hatred that he had never felt to eat his flesh, drink his blood, cramp his tendons, and crush his bones and ashes never seemed to exist: "But there will still be fools who submit to my people, right?" They are humble and small, craving the power of pure-blood dragons, and even though they know that our people can't give them what they want, they still work tirelessly. ”

Chen Mo smiled: "Is it really good to say it so bluntly?" I came here to show my loyalty to the White King, and this kind of thing should not be said to your people or the lord behind your back, even if a fool is stupid enough to hear such words, it is impossible to give his life in vain. ”

The dragon servant smiled with contempt: "Is it still necessary to maintain hypocrisy until now?" Let me tell you about your faults, you are too powerless, too dependent on the weak. ”

"Your bloodline is indeed low, your body is ridiculously weak, and you are very cautious when facing those squires and puppets, always putting yourself in a position of support, so that your companions can come to the rescue in time for emergencies."

"But it is undeniable that you have the heart of a dragon, and you also have the way of thinking of a dragon, and your alchemy attainments are very in-depth even among my clan, and you know so much about the history and secrets of our clan that I am so surprised that it can be seen that your companions do not know your plans, they did not know when you chose to meet the emperor with me, you only believe in yourself, and you are cunning enough, enough that you only need to believe in yourself."

"From the beginning, I didn't think that you were the kind of fool who couldn't tell the difference between fact and fantasy, and longed for a gift that my people couldn't possibly bestow, but now that I've said so much, do you still think I'd treat you like that kind of fool?"

Chen Mo clapped his hands: "So, since you didn't think I would pray for the White King's gift from the beginning, what was the purpose of you bringing me here from that secret room full of Deadpools?" I'm curious to know what I have in me that is worthy of the heart of a second-generation dragon squire. ”

"You're wrong." The dragon attendant laughed, "I didn't bring you here from that secret room. ”

"Let me think about ........."

"I remember it was deep underground, full of bookshelves, and a living spirit of the same kind, and that's where it all began, wasn't it?"

The corners of the dragon's mouth were completely open, and joy erupted from his body.