Sword of Dawn

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"The creators...choose to destroy themselves...

"Contradictions...errors...lack of logic...

"Wrong, wrong, wrong..."

The jumping red characters are particularly dazzling in the depths of the base that has gradually dimmed. The faint alarm sound disappeared in the roaring sea water and the loud noise of explosions in various facilities. Accompanied by a thunderous sound, the last isolation door Washed away by the turbulent seawater, immeasurable icy cold seawater rushed into the depths of the mine, swallowing this Omega node and its remaining thought fragments together.

And in the whole of Tarrond, among the thousands of silver-white dome devices, Omega's thinking is still going on, and this bloody battle... is still going on.

……

The former headquarters of the Dragon Council, the alpine city of Agondor, has been completely destroyed. The powerful gravity storm shattered the once majestic mountain, rolling up everything on the mountain and the city at the foot of the mountain.

A huge building is tumbling in an uncontrolled gravity environment. It has a magnificent transparent shell, and the whole presents an ellipsoid shape like a nest and a giant egg. On the edge of the building, there are still some remnants of the huge neon installation. Energy, flickering characters on and off make up the incomplete word: XX Arena.

A huge black limb suddenly hangs down from the clouds, and that limb splits the arena building in two like a sickle. Amidst the successive explosions, a golden figure rushes out from the cover of the wreckage of the building, towards the Burning flames and powerful lightning spewed out from the surface of the huge limbs, and then dodged aside in a thrilling manner.

This is a golden dragon. He is stronger and bigger than most dragons. The surface of the [-]-meter-long body is covered with ancient rune brilliance. He has an extraordinary identity—but at this moment, like other dragons on the battlefield, his huge eyes have lost their original emotion, leaving only a mechanically cold gaze.

The fierce battle was in full swing, but suddenly, the movement of the golden dragon stopped.

His eyes seemed to recover a little bit of emotion, and he raised his head driven by this emotion, and he saw that the dragon of chaos entrenched in the sky was roaring insanely and chaotically, and lavender lights were surging among the low and dim clouds. Lightning, cracks all over the body of the chaos dragon, and light shining in the cracks—this seems to be some kind of critical point, indicating that this bloody battle has reached the final stage.

A powerful breath approached quickly from another direction, and a huge body almost the same size as the golden dragon rushed out of the smoke. This was an extremely old dragon—he might have been a black dragon once, but after a long Years and deep transformation have turned almost all of his scales into off-white, and a large number of implants and transformation structures visible to the naked eye are all over his body, which makes him hardly look like a dragon of flesh and blood, but rather like a dragon. It's a pile of flying steel.

"Hragor!" The old dragon spoke, his deep voice was like thunder, "Quick! We won't be awake for long!"

Hearing the shout of his old friend, the golden dragon Heragor couldn't help looking at the "head" of the chaos dragon, as if he was trying to find a familiar sight from the crazy and chaotic mass, but he Nothing was found.

The urging voice of the old dragon came from the side again: "Hurry up! Balogar is almost here!"

Heragor withdrew his gaze to the sky. Driven by his newly rebuilt self-awareness, he resisted the sense of loss of control deep in his heart that seemed to tear his soul, and then joined the old gray-white dragon without hesitation. Turn around and rush to the distant sea.

Chapter 1032 The End of Eternity

The old black dragon with a highly mechanized body, and the golden dragon with many magic runes on its body suddenly rushed out of the battlefield one after another at the most intense moment of this doomsday bloody battle, towards the tower. They rushed towards the southern coast of Errond Continent, and their sudden action immediately caused the reaction of the "Dragon of Confusion" that blocked the sky and the sun.

In the sky, thick and chaotic clouds suddenly rolled violently, and began to surge like boiling hot soup, and one after another lightning was brewing in the depths of the clouds; under the clouds, enough to cover an entire city, consisting of countless chaotic limbs and uneasy The aggregate of gods formed by the condensed form-shaped matter roared like thunder, and even the light around the huge body was obviously distorted—the supreme ruler of Tarrond for millions of years, created by the dragons themselves. The "gods" seemed to be aware of the deviant move that the two giant dragons who suddenly left the battlefield wanted to do. Even though he was irrational, he also showed anger that changed the color of the world.

The sky cracked open, and a rift valley pierced the sky opened above the continent of Tallond. In the rift valley, countless pairs of eyes overlooked the burning dragon kingdom with icy gaze, and at the same time, there were thousands of tongues, Thousands of throats roared in the rift, and the dragon of chaos climbed upside down on the edge of the rift, casting crazy gazes in the direction of Heragor and Andal——under the gaze of the "gods" Under the sky, the edge of the continent began to crack inch by inch, the steel was melted, the shield disappeared out of thin air, and the powerful missile was swallowed by the shadows before it touched the gods.

However, Omega's resistance came in an instant: one dragon army after another rushed from afar, instantly filling the gap melted by the gaze of the gods, and a larger number of weapon arrays were activated among the distant mountains, destroying the remaining All the ammunition poured into the chasm behind the Dragon of Chaos, the weather controller originally used to maintain the ecological balance was also activated again, and the power of storm, thunder, rain and snow was mobilized to fight against the sky that was gradually cracking ...

Heragor and Andal rushed to the sea, eyes of destruction pressing behind them step by step, even though thousands of compatriots and a huge number of self-discipline weapons were desperately intercepting them, they still felt that the shadow of death never left Himself—behind them, the continent was burning, the sea was boiling, and thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds. Several times, Heragor felt a burning pain from the scales on his tail, but he never once look back.

The Dragon Clan waited 1807 million years for this opportunity, and now it's all over.

I don’t know how long this terrible flight lasted. Heragor and Andal rushed out of the border of Tarrond, out of the offshore waters of the Dragon Kingdom, and out of the frozen Arctic Ocean, with countless glaciers behind them Fragmented, countless scattered islands collapsed behind them, and the wrath of the gods crossed such a long distance without attenuation. Finally, a magnificent "giant curtain" appeared in front of their eyes.

The towering cloud wall is slowly rotating above the sea, seemingly slow, but every second, deadly cyclones and violent storms are brewing around the cloud wall. The coming storm made the legendary powerhouses stay away—they reached the edge of the eternal storm, the last frontier between the dragon kingdom and the human world.

Without the slightest hesitation, Heragor and Andal rushed directly into the violent storm, and the "Wrath of the Gods" from Tarrond also followed them and hit the cloud wall piercing the sky, but This time, for the first time, the wrath of the gods, which seemed to be able to destroy everything, did not easily break through the obstacles in front of it—there seemed to be an incredible power hidden in the thick and constantly rotating cloud wall, and this force began to confront the wrath of the gods. They fell into a stalemate for a while.

Inside the Eternal Storm, lightning and thunder continued, and the torrential rain poured down. The violent air flow contained cold wind and ice crystals that could kill a strong monster in an instant. However, to Andal and Heragor, all this was like a spring breeze .

Compared with the angry "gaze" from the gods outside, the environment in the eternal storm can be described as gentle.

The golden dragon and the black dragon circled twice in the storm. They exchanged a look in the air, and then lowered their altitude without hesitation, and swooped down towards the deepest "base" position of the storm.

Passing through the hurricane, the torrential rain, and this eternal vortex, at this moment, Heragor had some hallucinations—he seemed to have returned to 1807 million years ago, to the place where he first went to this battlefield. During the journey, he raised his eyes, as if he saw group after group of dragons flying from the clouds, the golden rays sprinkled on their slender and strong bodies, the sea was endless, and the high-spirited clansmen stood in front of the giant ships and floating fortresses made of steel. Ready to fight...

However, a bolt of lightning exploded at close range, tearing all the scenes in memory to pieces. Heragor opened his eyes, only to see the chaotic and cold storm raging around him, and the only one who was with him was the old man. The scales are already pale, and the whole body has been mechanically transformed and distorted. The old friends are disfigured.

Heragor opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the next second, he felt that he had penetrated an invisible "curtain" - after a slightly cold touch, all the voices around him disappeared, The whole world fell silent.

He entered the base of the eternal storm, and entered the deepest part of this secret realm that had been sealed off for 1807 million years.

In the dark blue space, everything is stagnant in the long past time and space, the dark sea water is frozen like ice, and countless twisted and weird "images of gods" maintain an attacking posture at the edge of the space. The posture has also been frozen, becoming a part of the phantom in this stagnant time and space, and in the center of all this, in the deepest part of the entire stagnant time and space, the elegant and pure white "tower" made of metal is still silent. towering over the sea.

The gesture of pointing directly at the sky is still deeply imprinted in the minds of Heragor and Andal.

Andal and Heragor were gliding on the sea, and flew towards the direction of the tower. This space was so quiet that the sound of wings passing through the air became the only sound here, but soon, another Another sound entered the ears of the two giant dragons—it was a crisp sound as if crystals were gradually cracking, and it came softly, but it was particularly noticeable in this quiet space.

Heragor raised his head subconsciously, and he saw tiny cracks gradually spreading on the layer of translucent "spherical shell" above the stagnant time and space. Outside the spherical shell, chaotic shadows were slowly rotating, and in the thick ocean water An indescribable optical flow appeared.

Andal's voice came from the side: "He is attacking this space... I thought this place could resist for a longer time."

Heragor's voice was very low: "1807 million years ago, he was not successfully blocked here, and it is still impossible today after 1807 million years—but it doesn't matter, everything has changed, and history will not repeat itself here."

While talking, they had crossed the last metal ring around the "tower" and approached a certain platform on the upper part of the tower. They descended there, and the figure of the dragon began to change in mid-air, almost in the blink of an eye. , the huge dragon body turned into a human form.

Heragor stood firmly on the edge of a half-moon-shaped platform, and beside him, Andal's figure also landed down—but the old speaker staggered and almost fell at the last step of landing.

Heragor hurriedly reached out to support the other party, and the latter stood still and shook his head with a smile: "I haven't flown for too many years... It was fine to be controlled by Omega before, but now it is almost impossible to land smoothly."

Heragor just patted the other person on the shoulder, then he raised his head and looked towards the end of the platform.

A figure in a light golden robe stood there. Following Heragor's gaze, that figure seemed to turn his head this way—but this was just an illusion. In the next second, that figure was silent. Dissipated in the air.

That was him 1807 million years ago - only a phantom left here.

Andal watched this scene quietly, he seemed to want to speak, but in the end all his words turned into a soft sigh, he shook his head, walked forward, Heragor followed closely behind—they Across the front of the platform, past the place where the dissipated figure once stood.

A few minutes later, they had walked through the arc-shaped passage at the other end of the platform, and following the route they remembered, they finally came to the end of a staircase near the highest point of the "high tower".

A huge gate stood quietly in front of them. Beside the gate stood a middle-aged man with short gray hair, a straight nose, and a firm face—that was the ruler of the Holy Dragon Principality, Baloger C. Lord Gnar.

"I didn't expect you to be here." Heragor saw the other party with a smile on his face, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Baloger's eyes moved between Heragor and Andal, and a rare smile appeared on his always too serious face, "I thought you couldn't find this position anymore. ——When I saw you flying, I thought about whether to light up the lights here to guide you."

"Actually, I also think I can't find it here..." Heragor closed his eyes lightly, with a smile on his face, "But when I close my eyes, everything here is still so clear."

"The time for emotion is over, we have to complete the last step," Andal's old and deep voice came from the side, interrupting the "reminiscence" of Heragor and Baloger, "Baloger Er, have you checked it?"

"While waiting for you, I roughly checked the situation inside: the power of the eternal storm and the power of the gods have stagnated everything here, and the years have not destroyed our efforts-it is still in good condition as before, even There is not even a trace of aging. I just successfully activated the elevator leading to the deep layer and activated the deep energy group, which slightly loosens the current time and space, and I think this is ready for departure.”

Heragor looked into Baloger's eyes and couldn't help saying: "After all these years, you are still the best mechanic..."

"Thank you for your compliment, Chief." Baloger said, and at the same time stepped aside half a step, making an invitation gesture, "Come on—the three of us have been away from our posts for too long."

The ancient and heavy gate opened silently. In this stagnant time and space, the 1807 million years have not corroded the miracles created by the dragons with the strength of the whole family——Andal and Heragor stepped forward Walk through the gate, and the lights come on one by one as they enter.

Baloger followed suit.

They walked down a short corridor, through a connection too large for a human body, and they reached a circular platform where the cylindrical lift was already waiting.

There are lights flashing on the surface of the elevator, and useful information is marked on the smooth alloy shell with simple and clear symbols—that is a completely different style from the extravagant and decadent Tarrond after 1807 million years, and Heragor has not seen it for many years. seen it already.

The elevator descended silently, sending three dragons in human form to the depths of this "tower"—they passed through isolation walls and heavy gates in the elevator shaft, and the entire descent process lasted for half a minute , the elevator stopped at a wide place that looked like a control room.

After stepping out of the elevator, the lights in front of Heragor's eyes brightened simultaneously, and he saw a wide hall with pillars standing in the ancient dragon style, and there were many seats between the pillars, everything was as deep in his memory look like.

They quickly found their own seats—the three seats were so obvious, they were located at the front end of the hall, and they were still brand new after a long time.

A slight vibration came from outside, and the air seemed to be filled with a chilling malice and madness, which was stronger than ordinary people imagined.

However, compared with the past one million years, this breath has been weakened countless times, even to the point where Heragor can resist it with willpower.

He knew that this kind of "weakening" came at a huge price.

The three did not communicate, but walked forward silently and sat silently on the chair. Baloger began to operate many buttons in front of him. Andal activated the system he was in charge of. Heragor put his hand on the seat On a crystal protrusion in front of him, he finely manipulated many branches of magic power in the crystal—thus, an ancient creation gradually woke up from the dust.

In front of them, the huge curved window brightened up and turned into a projection curtain showing the outside scene. In the clear image, one could see the sky near the "tower" and see the rays of light constantly penetrating in. And the phantoms of dragons standing still in the sky.

Andal's eyes couldn't help falling on the phantoms of the dragons, and he put his hand next to a panel on the right side of the seat, but before performing the operation, he still couldn't help but whispered: "Do you want to take another look? After that, you never see them again."

Heragor's eyes also fell on those old phantoms. In those images, he found many figures he was familiar with, former friends, former lovers, former children... those who rebelled 1807 million years ago The names that died in the battle flowed slowly from the bottom of his heart, but he closed his eyes.

"Navigator Andal, I authorize you to activate the engine - release these phantoms, they have long lived in our hearts."

"Yes, Captain."

Andal took a deep breath and activated the last process of the system.

The next moment, a low-pitched roar came from the body of this huge and ancient monster, and the vibration of the entire hall indicated that the "first voyage", which had been delayed for millions of years, was finally launched.

Heragore felt a smooth but firm acceleration.

Outside, the time and space that had been stagnant for 1807 million years finally began to disintegrate, the sea surface began to surge, the ancient phantoms dissipated one by one, and the metal "tower" at the center of the vortex also began to rise a little bit - its hidden in the deep sea. The complete body gradually emerged from the water, first the bow pointing to the sky like a sharp sword, then the tower-like hull, and then the auxiliary engine group arranged in the middle of the hull, the raised reactor array, the antenna and radar system, and the scale. Huge main engine nozzles...

This is not a tower.

This is a spaceship.

Chapter 1033 Bathing in Starlight

The time and space that had been stagnant for 1807 million years gradually disintegrated.

The wheel of history began to turn again, everything that was once stagnant broke free, the frozen sea water surged again, and stronger and stronger winds poured into the vortex from all directions, and the "spherical shell" covering this space was silent The ground shattered, and together with the downpour, there was a low roar from far away Tarrond, which seemed to contain endless madness and chaos.

The sky collapsed as if toppled, and the huge cloud wall, cyclone, and countless tons of seawater contained in the cyclone that formed the eternal storm turned into a terrifying storm on the sea, with lightning and thunder, torrential rain, and dragon roars rising and falling in the depths of the clouds. Everything seemed to be doomsday, and in this doomsday-like scene, the huge ancient spaceship continued to rise slowly against the strong wind.

This is a starship that incorporates part of the Voyager's technology. It is a miracle created by the powerful dragon civilization with all its strength more than one million years ago. This miracle is many years late, but today, it finally set off up.

"The storm has caused a lot of disturbance, and the attitude correction engine is automatically adjusting the inclination of the spacecraft," Baloger said quickly while sitting in front of the chief mechanic's control seat, while monitoring the data on the front panel, "but its effect is limited , the 'Talrond' has begun to deviate from its intended trajectory."

"As long as you can go into the air, it's fine. Continue to accelerate and continue to climb... Don't care about the destination and specific route, and don't care about the return flight. Ascension is success..." Heragor in front of the captain's seat said softly, "Yes Did you do it?"

"Of course it's no problem," Balogel nodded confidently after a moment of thought, "but the shaking will always be strong, and I'm afraid I won't be able to eliminate all the vibrations and deflection..."

Navigator Andal laughed: "This shaking is nothing - it's incredible that we can make this big guy fly. After all, this thing was not designed to be controlled by three people at the beginning."

As the old dragon spoke, he turned his head and glanced at the empty control hall behind him—there were more than a dozen empty seats lined up in this huge space, and the projection curtains in front of each seat were flickering. A name that has long been lost in history, those compatriots who were supposed to set sail with this ship...before they set off, they fell forever.

Heragor noticed Andal's gaze, and he followed the other's gaze across the control hall. After a while, he broke the silence: "Let's go up and see for them."

"Of course, we will," Balogar said in a low tone, "but...it may not be so easy to do this."

Almost at the same time that Baloger's words fell, a violent shaking suddenly spread throughout the entire spaceship, mixed with countless chaotic loud noises that were like roars and thunder, and an indescribable mental pressure pierced through the spaceship. After a long distance in space, it penetrated layer after layer of shields and alloys, and poured into the control hall like a stormy sea.

In the hall, Heragor, Andal, and Baloger instantly felt the terrifying power that almost directly acts on the soul. Their senses were filled with countless ravings, and the knowledge from the gods impacted their mental defenses. In their shaky vision, they saw visions of the ship heading straight for a fiery abyss of hell, of countless dark rifts covering the sky, of all sorts of gigantic things competing to drive mortals mad. Stretch out the long limbs, try to drag and destroy the ship that is trying to leave the planet...

The gods caught up.

However, in the next second, these terrifying things suddenly disappeared, and the three of Heragor returned to the cold and safe real world again. They gasped until Andal was the first to break the silence: "Omega is fighting for time."

"We can only fight for the last time," Heragor said with a bad face, "I can feel... the gods have left Tarrond, and He is approaching here. Next time, what we have to face is His body."

Balogel glanced down at the instrument data, and spoke quickly: "The current altitude is not enough, we haven't rushed out yet—hold on tight, I'm going to lift the restrictions on all engines."

A moment later, a continuous shock came into the hall, and an even more unbearable sense of acceleration and dizziness surged up. The huge ancient spaceship had already crossed the limit of the cloud wall of the eternal storm in the past, it rose into the blue sky, and He began to adjust the angle slowly, entering the follow-up route at an inclination, and at almost the same moment, a frantic and chaotic roar faintly came from Heragor's mind.

Andal on the side obviously heard the same "voice", he smiled wryly and shook his head: "It seems that we are very angry with him..."

"Of course," Heragor struggled against the pressure from the soul level—even though the bridge between humans and gods had been cut off, and the power of the "gods" had been weakened below the critical point by Omega, after recovering his own will , this spiritual power from the gods still made him feel like he was about to collapse into madness at any time, he gritted his teeth, although he couldn't see his expression, he was sure that he must have a hideous expression at the moment, "After all... What you did was the ultimate 'disobedience'..."

Andal raised his gaze with force, and looked at the distant blue sky presented on the projection curtain. Amidst the tide of spiritual pollution, he gradually revealed a smile——

The ultimate "disobedience"...

It is not a violation of doctrine, nor is it a denial of faith, nor is it even a killing of gods—for gods born in mortal thoughts and operating according to rules, these acts of rebellion are far from the ultimate "disobedience".

The ultimate disobedience will only happen when mortals overcome their most primitive shackles and taboos, break free from their first cradle and swaddling clothes, and take a real "adulthood" step.

The ultimate "disobedience" is to step into the starry sky.

This represents an earth-shaking change in the perception of the entire world by the mortal race, and it represents that a young child who grew up in the cradle has truly taken action to escape from the cradle. It has exceeded the tolerance limit of all gods.

Because no matter which god, all the "information" that they were born and survived is based on this planet - this point, even Andal spent many, many years to figure it out.

Heragor felt that his thoughts gradually calmed down, and his brain, which seemed to be boiling before, gradually recovered his calmness. He exhaled lightly, and put his hand on a panel in front of the left side of the seat.

Andal raised his eyes and looked at the outside sky presented by the projection curtain—the sky was tilted, and the edge showed a wide-angle arc. He saw the sunlight shining from the side and rear of the curtain, plating all the clouds. There was a faint golden light, and at the edge of the golden light, he could already see the curved and raised earth, and the faint starlight at the end of the zenith.

The vibration of the spaceship weakened a little, and the image presented by the projection curtain became dimmed. The magnificent and brilliant starry sky gradually emerged from the background of the sky. The whole world seemed to have become quiet. Only when various instruments and equipment were operating A low hum came from all around.

All this lasted for just a few seconds, and then an unprecedented shock spread throughout the entire ship. Along with the shock, there was a loud noise from a cabin in the distance.

In an instant, the lights in the entire control hall dimmed, and then all the alarm systems sounded harsh and sharp sirens, the emergency orange light tubes flickered at each passageway, and the shipboard system crazily broadcast all cabin sections Seeing the details of the damage, Heragor felt his whole body tilted over, and the scene on the curtain in front of him also began to tumbling, and the next second, he heard Baloger's shout: "Engine No. [-] Leaving the hull! The antenna cabin is completely destroyed! The life-saving material cabin is completely destroyed! The No. [-] reactor is completely destroyed... He is catching up!!"

Andal struggled to hold on to the seat, maintaining his body's balance while rolling. He looked at the projection curtain in front of him. What was shown on the curtain was the scene outside the spaceship. It was an extremely terrifying scene:

He saw a long gap in the sky outside the spaceship, with crazy and cold eyes all over the gap, a hideous twisted figure of a giant dragon made up of countless disordered limbs, was clinging to the outer shell of the spaceship , is destroying the brainchild created by the Dragon Clan——

A part of the engine of the spaceship was completely destroyed, and the broken and twisted steel was spinning and falling into the thick atmosphere below. Several huge holes were broken on the side of the hull, and the thick shield and tough alloy shell seemed to be made of paper. It was easily torn apart, and a large amount of equipment, gas, and liquid spewed out of the hole like shattered internal organs, mixed with scorching smoke and rushed into space, and after causing such huge damage, the dragon of chaos still did not stop at all There are no signs, He is still demolishing the structure of the spaceship, and at the same time climbing up along the hull, crawling towards the core cabin!

"Steady the stance—we still have three engines!" Heragore shouted, bringing Baloger's attention back to the present, "Keep up the altitude, we're about to succeed!"

"He will tear down the entire ship before that!" Balogar yelled while trying his best to control the equipment, "Don't we have any weapons to fight back?!"

"Stepping into the starry sky is the biggest counterattack——" Heragor stood up, grasping the back of the seat vigorously, and his fingers even sank deeply into the cast alloy plate, "Look, He is already very weak! "

Andal stared wide-eyed at the scene coming from outside the spaceship. After overcoming the initial nervousness and confusion, he suddenly realized one thing—the terrifying appearance that climbed on the hull of the "Talrond". The disordered dragon in its posture is actually about the same size as this spaceship!