In the bare room, a statue of Emenis carved in gold stood in the center, and at this moment a few finger marks appeared on the neck of the golden dragon, as if someone had pinched it there just now.

"I really didn't expect the virtual environment to be broken by you. Ermanes' voice came from the golden statue, and the glittering golden gems looked at Deirlandor like living creatures in the light from within.

The impact just now was extremely huge, and even if he was so strong, Diarrando would be unable to move for a while. The head buzzed with a bang, and a stream of heat poured out of his nose, ran through his lips, and dripped down his chin.

"Hah...... Are you annoyed when I've been caught?" asked Deirlando, holding up his hand, wiping his nosebleed with his sleeve, and nonchalantly. "You damn dragons, how long are you going to act? What Fei Karen, what tests, what countless crises in the world, are actually all pastimes created to relieve the boredom of your long life, right?"

"......" was questioned by Emmannes, who fell silent, but this silence made Dearlando even angrier. He slammed up from the ground, summoned a magic sword, and slashed at the statue of the golden dragon, as if this would give vent to the endless anger in his heart.

The magic sword slashed into the gold, slicing off half of the statue's body at once. The heavy gold slowly slid down, and then slammed into the ground, leaving a huge mark. However, a sword could not dispel Dearrando's anger, and he slashed the remaining statue in half with another sword. Then he went up and kicked both sides to the ground.

When he wanted to continue slashing a few more swords, suddenly a force controlled his whole body, so that he couldn't even move a finger, although his consciousness was still there, but the control of his body was completely deprived.

Above the ruins of the golden statue, Emmanis reappeared, this time not only him, but also Matthirien, Lever, and Ivadellruo. The four-headed dragon looked at him with a worried look on his face, and muttered something in a whisper in dragon language.

Trapped Dearrando could only call out to Resaces in his head, hoping that the young dragons would not be with them when he grew up. There is no deception in the coalition. .

"Rises, where are you? Answer me! Take me away! What if...... If you're still your friend, I'm going to leave this damn place, this damn trial. It's better to get out of this damn life!"

The shouting in his head was so loud. So much so that a rumbling echo was formed. Zhen's own head was in pain, but if he didn't scream like this, he felt like he was about to go crazy.

"Untie his inhibitions. Otherwise, his soul will spontaneously combust!" the green Lever suddenly slapped Emmanis with his tail. Emmenis glanced at the reddened Diarlandor, and his claws moved slightly, relieving it of its grip on Dirlandor's flesh.

The shouts in the mind of the regained freedom of Dearrando immediately erupted through his flesh, and the mad roar echoed through the small room, shaking the mud and sand around him.

Lever floated over and pointed his two tails at Dearlandor's forehead, but was chased away by a stinging alert Diarlandor with his sword.

"Let me see Reseth, or let me get out of the way, or do you just want to play with me to death?" said Deirlando, holding his sword in his hand, and the pressure, pain, and grief that had accumulated over the days came flooding over him, making him unable to think calmly.

Marty Ryan snorted heavily, then stomped his foot, and the walls around him fell outward, revealing an even larger room, in which the white Riseth was levitating, just like the scene that Dearrando had just seen, surrounded by countless glowing golden threads, holding a delicate ball of three axes asleep.

Then the founder's distinctive metal voice sounded: "Put away your pathetic delusions of murder, we are not so bored yet, and take pleasure in playing with a lowly human soul." ”

"Do you think I'll believe your quibbles?" Deirlando's angry gaze immediately turned to Marty Ryan, who was tan, adorned with gems and minerals.

"Hmph, do we need you to believe it? Yes, you are lucky enough to live to activate Riseth's resurrection ritual is our intervention, and your death and rebirth are also our plans, but it is also what your ancestors promised us. The dragon clan has never suffered a loss, and the benefits he received from us back then naturally want his descendants to return to us at a greater price. ”

"You vile creatures, who have only been going back on their pact with us in six hundred years, would have fallen asleep forever if it weren't for our intervention, nourishing your earth and rivers with its power, and feeding you greedy and shameless parasites. It seems to me that you are no different from the ants of Feklan, both are pests of the entire universe. ”

When Dillando heard this, he didn't get angry and laughed: "Ha Luha, we are pests?! Then why do you want to bring us to this land, why do you want Lu to sign a contract with us again and again? Why do you want me to help Ryses be reborn, you are so great, you have done a good job yourself!"

The extremely long Ivadellou suddenly placed himself between the three-headed dragon and Diarlando, as if blocking the two groups of centaurs who were about to fight. It sounds like the sound of ice cubes crashing, with a crisp rhythm.

"You all keep your mouth shut, arguing won't solve anything. R Reeth's symbiote, hear me out. Its voice was incredibly calm, like a basin of cold water poured on the squeaky Diarrando and Marty Ryan, quieting the two angry guys a little.

"I am Ivadellou, known as the Restless. I am the guardian of the evolutionary layer, and I symbolize the never-ending development and change of things. So I will observe all the evolutions of all the worlds, all the evolutions of life. In different worlds and different time and space, any living world will sooner or later evolve a higher level of life, and a higher level of intelligent life will appear. It is almost a magical necessity that will produce creatures like you humans. ”

The elongated snake-like body of Ivaderlu kept changing color as it spoke, and the unpredictable pattern of the aurora flew across its scales, not for a moment.

"In the first few stages of the development of the world, matter arose from nothingness, life arose from matter, consciousness arose from life, and civilization arose from consciousness...... Layer by layer, everything is controllable. But once a certain world evolves to the stage where 'human-like' life appears, there will be various uncontrollable factors - what I call 'human mutation'. ”

Diarlando was attracted by its topic, and gradually calmed down, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but ask, "What does that have to do with my situation today, and what does it have to do with you coming here?"

The body of the Restless Man coiled into a figure-eight shape, and it swam in the air in this form, explaining as it swam: "Your planet, after the reappearance of the Feather Human Race, has entered the stage of human mutation, and our technique has been stolen, in order to prevent irreversible mutation of the technique on this planet, we have carried out racial intervention. However, this intervention has led to more personal changes. ”

"Until one day, a human being, using the wrong method, initiated the ritual of teleporting our being. One of us has brought to your realm, and it is Namantó, the dragon of chaos. In order to undo such a mistake, and to rescue our members, we had to send a second companion, the Light Dragon Reeth. ”

"Previously we were cautious and cautious in our contact with intelligent life on this planet, and since a thousand years ago, everything has accelerated out of control. The energy of this world is so different from the place where we originally lived that we cannot return home through our own strength, so we must use the spirit body of the creatures in this world as an antenna to guide the return of our companions. (To be continued......)