The Dragon That Devours the World

? Dreamland, as if returning to the moment of falling into the sea again.

I can’t breathe in the cold sea water, instinctively trying to catch things in the water, but the light in front of me is still constantly moving away, gradually falling towards the deeper part of the sea...

At that moment, the memories in my mind seemed to keep coming back.

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"Child, you will inherit the ancient mission, guard the greatest secret of the Priory, and you will be the last lock of the Priory."

I am ignorant of things, I was only one year old and even swayed when he walked, but in front of him, the old monk looked at him with complicated eyes.

It was incredible. Even though he was only one year old, he seemed to have a certain ability to understand at the time, and he could understand what the old monk in front of him was saying, but some vocabulary didn't quite understand what it meant.

In front of her, the old monk murmured.

"Now, many people, including the Priory, mistakenly believe that preserving the world key is the purpose of the Priory, but this is not the case. Long before the world key appeared in this world, the Priory had already Silently continued for a thousand years. Keeping the world key is just one of the accusations of the Priory, and the Priory always has a sacred responsibility..."

"This sacred responsibility, only five people in the world can know, the master of the monastery, the three elders of the monastery, and..."

The old monk paused for a moment, then looked at the young child in front of him and said softly.

"The guardian of the monastery-you and your ancestors."

ancestor?

The young children are still not able to understand the meaning of this sentence, but the old monk did not give any more explanations. He just stroked the old hand on her head, and whispered the secret practice when the masters succeeded to the throne. An ancient eulogy that all members of the congregation will give.

Leonardo da Vinci has heard this eulogy, Newton has heard it, Hugo has heard it...The meaning of this eulogy can only be truly understood by the masters and elders of the past.

"The gods rejoice, the gods rejoice... You are the one who knows the destiny, you are the one who sees the secrets, inherit the ancient blood, and keep the ancient loyalty. You need to remember, the unspeakable and the unspeakable, the unspeakable and unheardable voices , Invisible and invisible appearance..."

That song is also talking about his life.

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After that, a little girl named Wendy, who grew up in Britain, was absorbed by an organization called "Brothers John" by virtue of her ingenuity and her innocent background, and she became a logistics intelligence officer. It is about the knowledge between the inner world and the outer world.

Because of this, I met that young and indifferent youth...

The long memory before this is always boring training, training, training, training... The pale is like a black and white photo, only after meeting that young man, the pale world gradually becomes more vivid colors. .

He is an indifferent and ruthless person, but only rarely, when there is no one, will reveal that lonely sadness, and there is always a vacancy in his heart that is difficult to fill.

In the eyes of the young man, she was just a very young girl, just a little sister, but her natural precocity made her mind more like a young peer.

How many times did she want to get close to the boy with a void in her heart.

I want to be held in his arms, I want to grind his ears and temples, I want to smell the rich breath he exhales, I want to kiss his thin lips, I want to lick his earlobes, I want to be hugged by his strong arms around his waist, I want to Stroking the scars on his back, wanting to be kissed everywhere on his body with hot and humid lips... wanting to do all kinds of things that adults can only do.

She loves him, but he doesn't know.

Many times, she couldn't help thinking that if she was born ten years earlier, even if only five years, it would be great.

...

Scenes of memories were recalled in my mind, and finally disappeared one by one in the vague consciousness.

I don't know how long it took before a deep voice rang in my ears.

"...Great, some descendants survived..."

"...Although it is no longer the body of a dragon, it is still the blood of a dragon..."

"...I'm waiting for the last descendants..."

For some reason, the language used by those voices that are not human-like is clearly unintelligible, but being able to understand the meaning of this language is just like instinct.

Wonderful power gradually filled his body. In his body, the dead heart beat vigorously again, sending blood with ancient power to his limbs.

Slowly opened his eyes, there was a faint gleam in front of him, and there was endless darkness above him. Opening his mouth, he realized that he was still in the water, but the strange thing was that he didn't need to breathe anymore.

I stood up hard, surrounded by the corpses of many huge creatures. Those long ribs and wing bones have become fossils over the long years, but the bones of these huge beasts are emitting a faint gleam. The faint dim light was able to illuminate the dark underwater world.

Among those bones, I could feel the faint sound coming from the corpses, and the corpses seemed to be calling to me.

He stretched out his hand hesitantly, and when he touched those corpses, a huge force poured directly into his body with numerous images.

In a daze, the dead corpses seemed to come alive in front of them, the lost flesh and blood were refilled, and the broken bones were reshaped, and finally stood up one by one, soaring in front of them...

As if back to that mythical age, the broad dragon wings covered the sky, the roaring dragon roar shook the sky, thousands of dragons soared above the sky, and all the creatures were trembling with the power of the dragon.

Those dragons that are more than tens of meters long and as large as a hill wield their broad dragon wings. The flapping dragon wings formed a storm in the air. Countless dragons soared in the sky, and their huge figures obscured the sky. When the dragon roars that shook the world and the earth, the deep and shocking dragon roars gathered together, it was like an epic sung by the dragons.

However, the sky was raining indescribably heavy, and the whole world was shrouded in unprecedented rain and fog.

The dragon's breath can destroy any powerful enemy, but it can't burn this rainy world. Every time the dragons flap their wings and fly a foot, the sea in the whole world will rise by one foot.

In this vast world, only the swaying huge ship is the only hope, but no dragon can fly on this ship.

Day after day, dragons head by head fell into the sea and drowned because of exhaustion, but the sad dragons did not give up, because they had already seen hope, and the phantoms of the dead dragons roared in the sky. , To the descendants of the dragon who watched all this, chanting the epic and the story of the dragon.

"...The last descendant, the last dragon..."

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I woke up in a trance, and there was a simple roof in front of me. The sparse sunlight penetrated through the roof. I was wearing only a piece of clothing. I felt a pain from my abdomen. I was about to get up, but there was a hand pressing myself. live.

"The wound in your abdomen is not healed, so don't move."

Following that hand, I saw Joan next to her, and beside him was Roberts, whose hands and legs were fixed by rough wooden boards. Roberts woke up early and was turning his head to look at her.

Of the two injured, one suffered a severe injury to the abdomen, the other suffered multiple fractures all over the body, and only Joan was left undamaged temporarily.

If Roberts had not experienced many lives and deaths, and had encountered similar situations, he would have carefully guided Joan on how to fix his wounds, I am afraid that Joan would have been at a loss.

"This is an isolated island. For the time being, it seems that there will be no danger."

After confirming that Wendy was not in serious trouble, Joan left the small shed wisely. She knew that there was a lot to say between her father and her adoptive mother.

A man and a woman fell into silence. After a while, it was Roberts who spoke first.

"Wendy... I just had a headache again."

Wendy didn't speak, she just listened calmly, which was a habit between the two of them for many years.

On the side, Roberts spoke slowly.

"After that time, I suffered from a headache... Wendy, you told me this was caused by that incident. I have to take medicine regularly. I have never doubted this thing. But Wendy, Tell me now..."

Roberts looked at Wendy who was aside, his eyes were very serious.

"Do I really have a headache? Or is it because of your medicine?"

"It's been a long time since I took medicine. Just when I got a headache, some vague memories rang in my mind... Some memories that I don't remember at all. What happened that day? What exactly did you give me? Medicine? What is the guardian of the cloister? Why are those guys pointing at Joan? Why are you a dragon? Why...Why are you hiding from me from start to finish?"

Roberts wanted to say something more, but he stopped abruptly. He gritted his teeth and looked at the girl he had grown up with, only to realize that this girl he thought was familiar was so strange.

He was silent for a while, then said in a hoarse voice.

"Now, you can tell me everything."

Facing Roberts' questioning, Wendy was silent for a moment. She clutched the wound in her abdomen~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and stood up with difficulty. Compared with Roberts, who had fractures all over her body, her wound was relatively lighter.

The clothes draped on her immediately fell, and her beautiful and graceful body was exposed in front of Roberts, but Wendy didn't feel ashamed at all about it.

The shed is not far from the beach. Looking at the ocean not far away and the junction of the sea and sky farther away, Wendy is inexplicably silent as the cold sea breeze blows on the naked body.

"Do you... really want to know?"

He raised his hand and pulled the scattered long hair slightly to his ear, as the cold voice said. In response, Roberts just replied.

"I must know."

"Then... I will tell you the biggest secret of the Priory of Sion."

The master of that graceful body turned her head, and on her beautiful face, the pair of particularly conspicuous golden dragon pupils looked at Roberts behind her, and she whispered softly.

"All of this is related to sister Betty..."