Wouldn't it be easier to burn the important information than to randomly select it and take it away?
"Perhaps because the remaining information is still important... they plan to come back and take it away after things have calmed down."
Hitzfeld muttered.
She suddenly remembered that the Undead Party probably knew that there was a Time Dragon in their team, so she looked up and ordered Old Moore: "Retrieve the information."
The subsequent development was as she expected. The retrospection went very smoothly at first, but soon the old man covered his eyes and screamed, as if he had seen something unclean.
"Blood of the evil seed..."
While catching his breath, Moore tried his best to provide them with information.
"The last file was recorded with the blood of the evil species..."
"They had anticipated this... I guess they wanted to blind the eyes of the peepers... Haha... How vicious..."
It is obvious that those people are fearless.
"Didn't you see anything?"
Hitzfeld continued to ask him.
She was a little hesitant, already thinking about whether or not to use her abilities to spy a little.
The Nature Orb not only helped her regulate her body, but also deepened her connection with her left eye to a certain extent.
She had more confidence than ever before to try to activate it and actively stimulate the power of retrospection.
But that would inevitably consume a lot of her energy.
We are still on the run, and becoming a burden would not be a good thing.
"I only saw the first sentence..."
Moore covered his eyes and stood up, gasping for air.
"It seems to be... 'For the eternal dragon fire'..."
"And... 'Heal broken roots with it'."
Chapter 55: Blood Transformation
Ten minutes ago, in Senling City, two hazy shadows stood on the tall city walls.
"This mountain city, which has been passed down for more than three hundred years, is finally going to be restored to its original appearance..." One of the tall shadows sighed, "Time flies so fast."
"Instead of being sentimental here, I'm more curious about how you are going to deal with them?" Another shadow was somewhat dissatisfied with his companion.
"It's already being dealt with." The tall shadow said, "The gate is locked. You can't escape without the key. If the people in the city continue to drink water, they will soon all be transformed into evil dragon species. They will be very hungry... I don't think they have a chance to escape."
"You've read the information that was sent to you." The shadow on the other side said in a low voice, "That person named Hitzfeld...she has prevented the ancient gods from coming more than once."
"Ah~ Of course my little baby can't compare to the evil god, but the evil god is not something very clever in my opinion." The tall shadow snorted.
"No one has been able to fully understand the mystery of space, and no one knows whether this is a collision between two spaces or two worlds. But judging from the process of those guys' arrival, they obviously haven't adapted to the environment here. Some of the things here... I mean, it's possible that they are still constrained by the rules and restrictions left by the so-called gods, and they can't exert their due abilities at all."
"You mean your experimental experience is more useful than the Ancient God?" Another person was speechless at his confidence. "If they knew that you call the Ancient God the same as the man in the black leather hat..."
"It's just a name." The tall black figure interrupted him, "Who cares? As long as they still need my research results... I can point at that woman's nose and scold her, it won't matter."
His companion fell silent, for he thought about it and realized that what the other party said was indeed true.
"Anyway, the situation is not as bad as you think~" The tall black figure raised one hand and swung the obviously stretched sleeve of his robe in the air, "I am different from those idiots who aim too high. I only pursue power that I can completely control."
"Just keep it in mind." Another person said reluctantly, "No matter what method you use, they must die here."
"I want to see their bodies more than you do... huh?"
"how."
"The part I wrote using the marrow fluid of the undead dragon has been spied on..." The tall black figure sighed softly, "Someone found out about Bos's house. It was the Time Dragon."
"Where did they all go?" another person was shocked. "It's at least an hour away from us. Damn...how did you arrange the troops?!"
"Don't worry, don't worry... dear." The tall black figure scratched his cheek with his orchid finger, "This is within my expectations."
"What else can you do from such a distance?"
"Of course not now."
"then you--"
"But 'then' is okay." The shadow snorted.
"Don't forget how many people you killed when you left."
"So many precious materials are just randomly spread on the ground... and I never like waste."
As soon as the words fell, the debris scattered in the corridors, bathrooms, stairwells, and bedrooms in the city lord's mansion trembled slightly.
An ancient parchment scroll that was attached to the chandelier in the living room slowly fell down, and blood-red inscriptions lit up on its surface. It seemed to be controlled by a ghost and slowly flew through the entire house.
As it passed, all the blood instantly came alive. Whether it was seeping into the wall, the floor, or the bed sheets and blankets, it gathered together as if it had life, turning into blood arrows that spontaneously followed the parchment scroll into the living room.
The parchment roll stopped in the living room and hung in the air, allowing the blood to rise and spread from below, quickly wrapping it up, forming a vague human-shaped blood shadow.
"I've never heard of 'Dragon Fire'."
Less than twenty meters away from here, in a secret room underground, a group of people were still arguing about what Old Moore meant by what he saw.
"Really, no matter what the records say, the Dragon God cannot be related to the Sun King."
The person who spoke was Xia Yibing.
As the person who has reviewed the most files in the team and probably knows the most secrets (not sure if Sixus knows more), she must make her position clear.
Because the Dragon God Fire has the suffix "never extinguished", it seems to be related to the Sakura Sunflower and the Fire of the Sun King, which conflicts too much with her cognition.
If Talignan had such a close relationship with Serran in ancient history, how could they not have established trade relations?
All the ancient books she had read mentioned that Talignant was "worried about the Kingdom of God in the East", which showed that the relationship between the two sides was not good, and the Dragon God Fire could definitely not be involved with that side.
"Perhaps we can think about it from another angle." Hitzfeld said, "It may not be that the Dragon God has any relationship with the Sun King. It may be that the Dragon God committed a sin at that time, and the reason he died was because he was punished by God."
"It's not impossible..." Xia Yibing pondered.
According to Hitzfeld's inference, it was the Sun King who killed the Dragon God, causing the goddess's sacred fire to still burn on his corpse.
And that flame was described by the Tarignans as dragon fire?
That makes sense, but this is all speculation so far...
Hitzfell was also in deep thought, but compared to the Dragon God Fire, she cared more about what the Undead Party wanted to do with the Dragon God Fire.
[Use it to heal broken roots.]
What are the broken roots?
At first, she thought of the Death Tree and suspected that there were seeds of the Death Tree in Talignan. But that thing should be very afraid of fire, even if it is the divine fire, it was burned badly in the town of Elnak...
“You guys have a really rich imagination.”
Moore shook his head like a rattle, he didn't think that was the case at all.
The Time Dragons are the most indifferent to fame and fortune in the Dragon Guard family, and are also the ones who prefer to live in seclusion the most. Relatively speaking, they don't care about many things, but one thing remains unchanged, and that is their awe of the Lord of the Dragon Kingdom.
In the legends that Moore-Sali knew, the Dragon God was a great hero who fought against evil spirits and saved the people. The two of them were arguing about how the Dragon God committed a crime and was burned by the goddess, and he couldn't accept this at all.
"That's your own fault."
Eugenie said sarcastically from the side.
"If you had read all of it, we wouldn't have to guess riddles."
You little bastard, I saved your and your wife's lives, and this is how you treat me?
Raising his eyebrows, Old Moore glared at the young man with a stern face.
The corner of Eugenie's mouth twitched.
Of course he knew that the other party was his savior.
But how to say it.
Despite this fact, he really couldn't express his sincere gratitude to an old rogue who could peek into the time frame.
But he still had some conscience and didn't plan to fight with Moore for too long.
He planned to hold on for a few seconds before changing the subject.
However, Moore's expression told him that something had changed.
He was indeed staring at him at first...staring into his eyes with a stern expression, as if intending to exert pressure with that face that was theoretically less than forty years old but was intimidating enough to that of an elder.
But soon, his sight shifted away.
He was no longer staring at this side, as if he was looking past him, through him, at something else through his body.
What is he looking at?
Looking at Moore's face, then turning his head to look behind him, Eugenie frowned.
Behind him was the exit of the secret room, and there was nothing there. What did he want to do?
He thought Old Moore was trying to scare him on purpose, but when he turned around again he was really shocked - blood began to flow from Old Moore's eyes, his body was shaking, and his teeth were chattering, as if he had witnessed some unspeakable evil, and his body and mind were dominated by fear.
"Mr. Sally?"
"What happened to him?"
Others soon noticed the abnormality here. They gathered around and tried to block Moore's sight with something, but it seemed to be in vain.
Old Moore just stared in that direction and didn't move no matter what they did or said.
Xia Yibing went to see Russell first.
"There can't be anything else here..." Russell shook his head, "I took photos of the three floors, and there's nothing here except the corpse."
"That might be the problem with the body."
The woman loaded the rifle with a click and walked to the door curtain at the entrance. She wanted to lift the door curtain with the tip of the rifle to see if there was anything behind it.
But she paused.
Because she saw...under the door curtain, there seemed to be a pair of tentacles hidden in the hazy shadows.
Chapter 56: The Power of Fusion
This is clearly not a human limb.
Not to mention that the woman is a detective by profession and is proficient in autopsy and human anatomy. Even if she is an ordinary person who knows nothing about this... at least she has played with her lover's feet with her own hands not long ago.
The human foot is more slender and rounded than that of wild animals. It consists of a rounded forefoot, a lateral arch, and a heel, which gradually converges to the ankle, where it forms a club.
This is what Xia Yibing believes human feet should look like.
But what she saw now, how to put it...it was more like a mixture of old tree roots and starfish-like mollusks.
There is no sign of it being human at all, although it did try very hard to form five forks... and did indeed gather them together to form a... stick that might be too thick, but they look too wild and definitely don't look like humans.
It won't even be a human corpse -
"boom!"
Without saying a word, the woman shot directly at the door curtain.
The modified Ur rifle was very powerful, and she had experience in handling the rifle, so she immediately used the reaction force to move her feet backward while continuing to shoot forward.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Everyone else's attention was drawn to her - in fact, they had been looking at the woman since she walked towards the door, but due to the distance they could not see the shadow under the door curtain, so to them it seemed that there was still nothing outside.
But it was different now. As powerful bullets flew out of the gun barrel and penetrated the door curtain, the thin layer of cloth... and the taut rope simply could not withstand such an impact... so it was simply carried backwards and covered the thing standing behind like a shoe cover, vaguely revealing a strange outline.
"Oh!" Jerry held the pistol in one hand and covered her chest with the other hand and began to tremble.
From the outline of the thing covered by the cloth, they could roughly tell that it was humanoid. After being hit by the bullet, it showed no sign of falling down, but instead began to move its terrifying tentacles forward, emitting bursts of shrill howls from an organ that might have been its mouth.
Not sharp.
After hearing the wailing, Hitzfeld's first idea came to mind.
Judging from the tone alone, she had heard more horrible howls than this one, sharper and more piercing. But none of those howls could compare to this one, simply because she could hear the emotion in it.
