"This plane" Garon tried many times, and completely gave up the idea of exploring the soul power.

At the same time, he also noticed that there was an umbilical cord-like thing in his stomach that was connected to the inner wall of the eggshell, and streams of subtle and inexplicable soft liquid were entering his body from the umbilical cord.

"This is a nutrient?" he tugged at the umbilical cord, tough.

Apparently he was in an eggshell embryo, which often only found in special organisms.

Garon searched for the memory knowledge in his brain for half a day, and in an instant, he listed dozens of creatures of the race that might be similar, but it needed to be further confirmed and verified.

Time passes slowly.

The outside of the eggshell gradually heats up, and some uncomfortable heat is transmitted from the outside world, as if someone is baking it with a fire.

Garon slowly began to feel hot, but the heat was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't bear it, and the lump of flesh beside him had begun to let out a subtle whining sound. It's a hissing sound like sand, pitiful.

call

Suddenly, a faint wind sounded, and the temperature of the eggshell dropped instantly.

Garon moved his body inside the eggshell, and lay down in a different position, kicking the lump of flesh away from the side with one kick. Enjoy the temperature that drops down quickly.

"Esgula Mirdi" Suddenly, a loud, heavy, loud voice rang out from outside the eggshell.

Garon was slightly stunned, this was the first time he had heard a distinct biological voice outside, this rhythmic sound, obviously some unknown language.

hiss

Soon he saw that something was wrong.

The umbilical cord on his stomach began to glow, glowing with that faint white glow. It's like a lamp, and it doesn't just illuminate the inside of the eggshell. It also illuminated his weak body at this time.

White!

A qiē is white, both on the inner wall of the eggshell. is still his body at the moment, which is completely white.

By the light, Garon lifted his claws, and saw a lizard-like claw, with no sign of humanity at all. The skin of the claws is covered with faint tiny scales, which faintly reflect white light like a mirror, and are extremely beautiful.

"It looks weak, this body. Garon thought to himself, and he glanced at the stat bar below his field of vision, and there was nothing yet. I don't know when the attribute will be restored, the origin of the talent ability must be from this world, this is beyond doubt, if you want to figure out its origin, you can only have a chance after you are hatched.

Garon tried the strength of this body, but was shocked to find that the strength of the body was far beyond his imagination.

"It seems that because my soul is too strong, it is estimated that the body of ordinary humans cannot be accommodated without modification, so I can only enter the body of this kind of organism with a strong body. Garon speculated.

Just as he was thinking about all kinds of speculations. The umbilical cord on the stomach suddenly rushed into a large stream of soft, warm liquid. There seems to be some kind of special, unpredictable flow of information in that liquid. The flow of information was like a trickling stream, accompanied by large streams of liquid constantly pouring into his mind, and then carved deeply into the air around the soul ring like an engraving. It turns into a lot of tidbit-like patterns.

Garon's powerful soul power system quickly turned, and countless soul power was consumed, quickly finding the language and writing system in this information stream. Rationally differentiate into the linguistic regions of the brain.

By the time the job was done, it had only been ten minutes.

Garon glanced sideways at the other lump of flesh beside him. It was discovered that it was also receiving this flow of umbilical cord information, and apparently it was not the patent of him alone.

"Legend has it that some powerful creatures have a certain innate inheritance before they are born. Could this be the so-called innate inheritance?" Garon guessed in his heart, he was confident that his soul was strong enough to reach a certain level, and the body race that was automatically selected was by no means a weak race. It's not surprising that there is an innate heritage.

After the language system coming in from the umbilical cord was completed, he began to use it as a tool to check other information.

This check suddenly made him completely understand what he was now.

'I am a member of the great colored dragons, I was born to be extremely noble, at the top of countless food chains, the strongest predator, we dragons are born noble, and when we become adults, we will become powerful fifth-level creatures, with strong hand-to-hand combat ability, and natural spells with great lethality'

An unknown voice vibrated deep inside Garon, repeating in the language he had just learned, all sorts of power, glory, and glory of the dragons.

The voice was repeated over and over again, and Garon was bored to hear it, but the mass of flesh beside him was so relishful that it didn't move, and the soul seed emitted a faint fluctuation, showing that it was serious at the moment.

"Dragons?" Garon quickly read from the message to the species he belonged to, the white dragon.

The voice was still reading the ode in a step-by-step manner, and before a third of the time, Garon had already read all the information streams.

He also understood who he was now.

A white dragon!

To be precise, it is a young dragon of the White Dragon Clan.

"Interesting!" Garon is still the first time to reincarnate as an inhuman race, and the information transmitted obviously has obvious personal emotional characteristics, apparently the content of the previous generation of white dragons themselves revised into their own emotions, at first it was a positioning explanation of the high status of the dragon race, and then it was some basic common sense of life, and then it didn't matter whether the young dragon could eat or not, a large number of extremely complex knowledge customs, taboos, and so on all poured in, and this information was obviously prepared to be stored in the depths of the young dragon's mind, and it would slowly open when it was older. This is normal baby dragon growth.

But it was clear that Garon was not in this normal range, and he read the information in a few strokes, and this information flow was simply the difference between the size of a mosquito and the sun compared to the black hole. Plugging between the teeth is not enough.

Soon, however, the flow of information came to a halt.

Apparently the inheritance is over.

Outside was quiet again, and time passed slowly. Galore was bored with a new age, and the inheritance made him basically understand what place he was in.

The main plane of matter.

That's how the Legacy Memory calls the space he's in.

It's very big here. It was so big, so big that the fastest elder of their White Dragon flew at a speed of three hundred kilometers per second for nineteen years. They still can't see the edge of the plane, where all races live. Humans are the most numerous and occupy the largest area. They are strong and greedy, like weeds that cannot be burned by wildfire, and a dead batch can grow a large in the blink of an eye. There are countless strong ones.

Since the disappearance of Dragon Island 200,000 years ago, the dragon race has completely fallen into a state of decay, although the memory of the inheritance has repeatedly praised the greatness and glory of the dragon race, but Garon also sensitively found a hatred for humans and dwarves, especially the human race. They hunted the dragons, kept the corpses using special techniques, and even handed over the dwarves to make all kinds of powerful equipment.

They are more disgusting and greedy beings than the demons of hell and the demons of the abyss.

These detailed boring contents were quickly skimmed by Garon, nothing more than training to instill the young dragon's hatred and disgust for humans.

Garon's main concern is the environment.

Apparently the environment of this world has similarities with many Western myths that he has seen before on Earth.

What shocked him the most here was that there was a god here!

Some gods have sent down gospels and miracles, and a large number of believers have established organizations and nations. Some gods permeate daily life, the god of poetry, the god of wealth, the god of springs. The gods of the forest and so on, all kinds of gods are powerful and bright, and they have not only ordinary powerful high-level warriors, but also demigods who ignite divine fires. The Holy Spirit whose soul is pure and immaculate. Religions of all kinds occupy and divide ninety percent of the entire main material plane.

"God here, I don't know what the way to store is here?" Garon continued to analyze the inheritance materials in the eggshell.

There are no firearms here, at least not high-powered weapons like nuclear bombs and missiles. Because the gunpowder here is extremely unstable, and it is far less powerful than the technological world of the earth.

Even more powerful here are the mages.

There are two moons in the sky. One wheel is the god of mages and the founder of the magic net. Mills, the god of magic. The purple moon does not represent the planet, but the core of the magic web.

The other moon is black, visible only to necromantic lichs and believers who wield the power of shadow. It was the Black Moon, representing another magic web, the Shadow Net. Derived from the dark goddess Shar, it was created to fight Mills.

These two great nets are the most important power transmission systems of this world, or this plane.

Garon is a bit of a puzzle to understand the concept of the plane here.

The planets he was familiar with, galaxies and nebulae, had no specific form here, but instead planes, planes of all sizes, which were constantly changing and changing.

A plane is a planet-like sphere that rotates constantly, and the Inheritance Knowledge only understands this as a whole. The rest is an understanding of hell, of the abyss, of the human world.

Among them, the knowledge of the human world and hell is the most.

Somehow, because humans are their worst enemies, and Hell is an evil plane adjacent to the main material plane, and the former White Dragon Clan would organize young dragons to enter Hell every once in a while for trials. Hunt infernal creatures as a sign of the rite of passage.

But now it seems different

Garon saw the end of the legacy message.

The dragons are inevitably in decline, and although they are still at the top of the food chain, they no longer dare to live alone as they used to, because once they are alone, they are likely to be attacked by countless greedy dragon slayer humans. Their bodies, their treasures, and their fortunes will all be eaten away by these greedy maggots.

Even such an evil human race, there are even some dragon clans who have joined them in the past, which is simply unforgivable!!

The anger within the inheritance message is like a virus, and almost even Garon will be infected by it and develop hatred for the humans of this world. Simply his soul ring instantly exploded with a ball of soul power, canceling out this huge negative feeling.

He kept looking. (To be continued......)