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The veil-like moon and the sporadic chirping of insects add to the tranquility and mystery of this ancient city.

The streets in the city are winding and quiet, with bluestone paving on both sides bearing traces of ancient times. The busy markets during the day have disappeared, replaced by quiet houses and winding alleys.

"Dang...dang...dang"

Helfas saw the monks who were guarding the bronze Dragon King statue tiredly climbing up the high building at midnight and ringing a low and long bell, which seemed to remind everyone that the deeper they sleep, the more alert they should be to the weirdness in the dark, or a warning. The monster that stalks the wilderness should not come near this city.

He walked all the way to the palace on the mountainside. The patrolling guards turned a blind eye to him. He saw a huge white dragon-man marble statue looming on the cliff beside the palace. It was about twelve meters high. He was wearing a military uniform and holding hands. Holding a spear.

That should be the first king who founded this dynasty, the existence known as the strongest demon hunter.

The exquisitely carved patterns on the base of the marble statue are somewhat incomplete, and the stones are mottled and slippery, but it still reveals ancient solemnity and solemnity under the moonlight.

He walked up the path next to the palace, passed through the inner corridor of a fortress-like building, and came to a building on the top of the mountain.

"Golden Dragon Palace."

The Golden Dragon Palace is not only used to worship and worship the Golden Dragon King, but also has the treasury and record hall of the Full Moon Kingdom behind it, and Helfas's destination is the record hall.

There are materials left by the record officials of the past dynasties, as well as books from various eras. Seeing that they are listed alongside the treasury in the Golden Dragon Palace, you can understand how precious these books and materials are.

This palace seems to be really made of gold. When the lights are turned on at night, the graceful and luxurious golden light shines so brightly that people can't open their eyes. However, if you look closely, you will find that it is gilded and inlaid with gold, even if it is gold. It is impossible for the king to actually cast such a palace with gold.

There are many monks and attendants in the hall, and they seem to be busy with something even at night. There are warriors guarding the main roads and gates.

Helfas wandered in the hall for a while, then went straight to the target.

Helfas walked through the crack in the door, as if he had entered a world of books.

The books are presented in volumes and written on long scrolls of cloth, and these cloth scrolls fill the wooden shelves of the entire hall and the rooms in front of it on the left and right.

The halls were filled with general books, and the rooms were filled with important archives. In order to preserve these books, in addition to dust-proof and insect-proof measures, he also saw the seals used to maintain a dry environment and guard the place. fireplace.

That's right.

The bronze dragon kings of the Golden City seemed to be arranged in a concentric circle, so the center of the inner circle actually did not have the suppressive power of orichalcum.

People here can use sealed objects at any time without being restricted or restricted.

This design seems to prevent certain special situations from occurring, and at the same time, it also uses the concentric circle formation and terrain to maintain a certain strength advantage.

It's like Helfas once established the Black Iron Tribe inside the canyon, but his official residence was built outside the canyon.

During the day, there were a lot of people coming and going in the Record Hall, but at night there was only one caretaker cuddling up by the fireplace.

The Watchers are not weak.

But after all, he is not an extraordinary professional, he is just a mortal body, and his eyes can only see ordinary light images.

Helfas walked by the bookshelf over and over again. Occasionally he heard something and got up to check, but in his eyes the other person didn't exist at all.

In the darkness, the watcher fell into a deep sleep.

A long scroll fell from the wooden frame and was placed on the table.

A pen stretched out from the void and opened the long scroll.

Helfas was sitting in front of the table in his soul form, reading the contents above.

it's here.

He finally figured out the real stories recorded in the years after he left, which were at least closer to the truth than the rumors and stories heard outside.

He saw how the Bronze Dragon King, the Silver Dragon King, and the Gold Dragon King pushed the civilization of the Full Moon Land to its peak step by step. Of course, he also saw how it fell from its peak.

For several days in a row, he would appear in the National Records Hall every night.

He read wantonly the books and archives he was interested in, looking for the information and secrets he wanted.

And gradually, he seemed to discover something strange.

"Why haven't my Biphasic Demonic Insect Face, Evil Eye Stone Sword, Parasitic Bow, and Black Swamp Pot been handed down?"

"Even if these Sealed Artifacts are no longer considered to be top-level Sealed Artifacts in later generations, they can still be regarded as a group with very powerful power. Why is there no record at all?"

Already before, Helfas knew that the whereabouts of his bipolar demonic insect face was unknown.

then.

He thought it was the biphasic demonic insect that broke away from the seal and escaped without anyone remembering its real name. He even wanted to meet it again.

But it is normal for a sealed object to be like this, but it is a bit strange for all his sealed objects to be like this.

Helfas checked all the information, especially the stone rooms where the sealed artifact files were kept.

These stone houses record the secrets and legends of various sealed objects. Of course, these are the only ones. The true names of the sealed objects will not be left in such a place.

He couldn't find any records about these sealed objects, as if they really disappeared out of thin air.

But Helfas noticed.

These sealed objects also disappeared in the Bronze Age and have not been handed down.

He also wondered if the businessman had collected all his things and put them in the same place.

And that place is most likely where the Sealed Book is located.

In the National Records Hall.

Helfas's soul pushed the pen and rolled up the scroll.

He stood up, but his eyes were lost in thought.

"Even if we know that these things should be put together, where did the merchant put them?"

"It seems like it's still possible anywhere."

However, he immediately thought of a question.

"It is completely impossible to simply put these things together. Without someone acting as a pillar-like existence to suppress the sealed objects, they will soon break free of the seal."

"If the merchant lets people guard these sealed objects and sealed books for generations, maybe this can be done."

"But probably not."

"The merchant didn't even tell Feikomodo the secret of the address of the Sealed Book. How could he arrange a group of people to guard and suppress the Sealed Book for generations."

"What kind of people can remember their responsibilities from generation to generation and never become greedy for such a power?"

Soul Walk wandered among the bookshelves and finally came to the front door.

Through the gap in the door that did not fit tightly, he saw at the end of the road, a window with dim light, creating a warm halo.

He also saw that beyond the light was boundless darkness.

Helfas has always seemed to have some distrust of the human heart. Although he believes that people have the most beautiful and sacred side, and sincerely pursues it, he also believes that it only takes a moment for people to fall into darkness and filth. .

He felt that businessmen should not use people to do this kind of thing, but use another method.

And it can make the weird power completely useless, or even stop functioning.

He could only think of one place.

"Black Iron City."

"Temple!"

He stood in front of the door of the Record Hall, but another picture seemed to appear before his eyes.

In a trance.

He thought of the majestic stone gate with the secrets of the era engraved on it, and the mysterious altar that connected to unknown places.

—

At dawn.

The door of the palace slowly opened.

This door alone required a dozen people to push the winch to open it. A row of troops riding earth dragon beasts rushed out from behind the door. The palace guards were arranged in order, and the team spread to the end of the street.

Following the cavalry were groups of royal infantry, each wearing a dazzling battle uniform and holding a sharp blade, like a **** of war descending to earth.

The sun shone down on them, reflecting the golden light on the armor's surface.

The king's chariot passed through the palace gate proudly. A man with a white beard but a strong body stood in front of the chariot. He wore a crown on his head and a white robe, standing with his chest exposed. He looked straight ahead, as if he wanted to Show your strength and prowess to everyone.

The young woman attached to him wears a gorgeous crown, a purple turban, and a shining green emerald necklace on her chest, connected with orbs.

Wherever the chariot went, everyone worshiped him.

The monarch standing in front of the chariot with his head held high looked at this scene with satisfaction, as if the whole city was trembling with palpitations as the wheels of his chariot passed by. It was the power of his supreme royal power.

There were also groups of children shouting, clapping their hands, chasing his chariot along the roadside, and singing praises to him, which made the king unable to help but laugh.

His first stop was the open-air theater that he spent tens of thousands of dollars to build. There were hundreds of poetry writers he supported and a large number of laborers. The annual expenses were astronomical.

Some of these people are responsible for writing poems, some are writing music, and some are reciting performances full of emotion.

It is the most popular performance in the land of the full moon today.

It has even reached the island of Bassat in the sea.

The theater recital performance that Herfas saw in the port of Basel Island in the past is an epitome of this performance form.

The outdoor theater is huge.

From the sky, it looks like a concave circle with more than a hundred pillars standing around it.

The central performance stage is more than 20 meters in diameter, and the outer seats are stacked on top of each other, making a total of thirty-nine floors.

At this moment, the place is already filled with princes and nobles, as well as civilians and businessmen in the city. People are whispering to each other and discussing what will be performed today, and looking back at a special entrance from time to time.

Soon, someone rushed in and shouted at the people inside.

"Everyone, our beloved King is here."

"The King of the Full Moon."

"The King above all kings!"

Today he will enjoy the recitation and poetry performances of famous poets with the people.

The audience stood up one after another, cheering and shouting at the entrance.

The King of the Full Moon and his princess walked in hand in hand and stood in the sunshine from high above, looking at everything with a smile.

It was his favorite activity and one that single-handedly elevated the status of the poet and composer to an unprecedented level.

In the past, he would always indulge in them, discuss these works with others and even perform them himself.

This is his greatest interest.

Every time, he would praise the outstanding ones among them, and then spend thousands of dollars to let everyone see his generosity and the wealth of the country.

It seems that all this wealth and prosperity were brought about by him alone.

But today he was just fascinated when he heard the name of an ancient king in the performance of poetry.

Just a passing title made the current "King of Kings" look extremely ugly, and he even stood up and turned around to walk away.

The princess looked confused, but immediately chased after him.

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"

The poets and the audience who performed in the audience were mesmerized by the beautiful verses, the moving songs, the high-spirited chants and ancient legends.

They were all moved by it, and they were also immersed in the prosperity of this prosperous age.

Only in such an era can such literature, poetry, and beautiful songs be created.

suddenly.

The king was seen getting up and leaving.

Immediately, the scene was in an uproar, and it spread at an extremely fast speed.

Even the poet who was singing hard looked at the high platform in confusion and panic, wondering where he had gone wrong today.

No one knew why His Majesty, who was obsessed with poetry performances in the past, left angrily now.

His Majesty the King diverted to the arena, which was also his favorite place. It was originally established by the first king to maintain the bravery of the warriors.

He later spent a lot of manpower and material resources to expand it, recruiting warriors and strong men to perform wrestling and fight with ferocious beasts.

Passionate about poetry, song, performance, and athletics, he plundered the most beautiful women in the land of the full moon and decorated his trophies with the most precious treasures.

He recruited warriors to fight for him, and let their blood and roar adorn his crown.

He is passionate about all fun things, and the entire Golden City is like an earthly paradise for his satisfaction.

He indeed added a bit of color to this wealthy country and era. Although his original intention was just to satisfy his own desires, he unknowingly enriched the cultural heritage of this country.

Seeing the strong warriors in the arena, he applauded them at first, but soon he fell into silence little by little.

He seemed to have thought of something else, which made him feel uninterested.

Before half the day passed, he returned to the palace.

He has completely lost the way he once played every night and squandered endless wealth for his own enjoyment. He is the real Golden Dragon King.

In the palace.

He sat on the throne of the palace, watching the beauties coming in and out and kneeling on the ground, each of them covered with white gauze, revealing their graceful figures.

Even an ordinary waiter can be said to be a national beauty.

They lowered their heads and eyebrows respectfully, making a gesture of surrender and reverence and adoration, as if they were completely surrendering to his strength, power and masculine charm, allowing him to take whatever he wanted.

But looking at all this, looking at his splendid palace, he couldn't stop the panic and confusion in his heart.

As the King of the Full Moon, he is already fifty-three years old, and he is in a period when the peak of youth and strength is gradually disappearing, and old age and death are getting closer.

Although the kingdom was wealthy, it could not withstand his extravagant spending and neglect of government.

The owners of each city under his rule can be said to be small kings in a region, just because of the name and inheritance of the Full Moon King, as well as the agreements and allegiance rituals that have been made.

Taxes and treasures will be paid to him every year and obey his orders.

However, in recent years, various city lords have become more and more dissatisfied with him, and the items offered as offerings have gradually decreased. Some powerful city lords no longer even obey his orders, and do not even come to the Golden City to see him.

It can be seen that the influence and control of the Full Moon King are gradually weakening.

He fears death and aging.

He fears losing power and power.

Fear of losing the most beautiful woman.

He is obsessed with everything he has now and hopes to enjoy it forever until the end of the world.

He could have hidden all these fears in the sensuality of the dogs and horses, in his singing and dancing day after day.

And all these disguises and concealments were completely exposed by a prophecy.

"The Black Iron Dragon King Helfas has returned. He is heading towards the land of the full moon. He will ascend the throne that belongs to him and stand on the top of the dragons again."

"Eventually, the era of the Dragon King will return."

So he had a dream.

All his fears were instantly aroused and all appeared in that dream.

He dreamed that he had lost his throne, that he had been killed and thrown into the prison of dragon fire, and that his most beloved woman was nestling at the feet of others.

"What belongs to his throne."

"That's mine... mine... it's all mine."

He finally couldn't help roaring and drove all the maids in the palace out.

He stood anxiously pacing back and forth in the palace, looking at the gate from time to time, and finally waited for the person he wanted to see.

With a warning, he immediately let the people waiting at the door come in.

"Your Majesty, we are here."

A man dressed as a samurai and wearing a cloak walked in together with a thin old man.

The former is the leader of the Kingdom's Guards Corps, which can also be called a general, and the other is the nominally second most powerful demon hunter in the Kingdom.

The most powerful one in name is naturally the Full Moon King.

The latter is the recorder of the kingdom, and may also be called the prime minister.

Not long ago, he ordered the Imperial Guard to send people outside to confirm whether the return of the Black Iron Dragon King Helfas was true, and whether the Sealed Book really existed.

Now he found the other party just to confirm this matter.

He asked the other party: "Will the Dragon King really return? Since they are immortal, why would they choose to die?"

General: "The Dragon King chose to enter reincarnation in order to obtain true immortality, not only physically, but also in consciousness."

Full Moon King: "Do you believe that prophecy? The return of the Black King will really bring the Full Moon Land back to the Dragon King era?"

General: "Who can resist the temptation of the position of King of Kings?"

The King of the Full Moon agrees very much. After enjoying such glory and a luxurious life with everything, who can resist the temptation of the King of Kings?

He can't do it, and neither can the Black Iron Dragon King.

he thinks.

Even a true **** cannot resist the feeling of endless desire pouring out of his body and being completely satisfied.

If he were a god, he would never be content to sit high on the altar.

He will definitely go down to earth and enjoy all this.

Based on the question and answer with the general, he also confirmed one thing from the other party's mouth.

"So the prophecy is true."

"Is it true that the Black Iron Dragon King Helfas has returned?"

The general nodded and told the Full Moon King: "We confirmed from a caravan coming from the sea that there was indeed a black-haired man in the form of a **** who appeared on the sea and near the dock."

The recorder said: "This does not mean that the other party is the Black Iron Dragon King."

The general continued: "I found the former king of Ztic."

The Full Moon King was stunned: "Didn't he die of illness?"

The recording officer was also stunned for a moment: "Is he still alive?"

The general said: "Yes, he is still alive."

"He was deprived of the throne by Fecomodo and exiled because he revealed the secret of the Sealed Book."

"He once witnessed the arrival of the Black Iron Dragon King Helfas, and his conversation with the oldest Black Iron Dragon Feikomodo."

"He can confirm that what I said is true and that the sealed book exists."

Full Moon King: "Bring him here!"

Suddenly, a man wrapped up tightly in a cloak walked in, as if he was afraid that others would see who he was.

As soon as he entered, he knelt down before the Full Moon King.

shouted.

"Hats off to you."

"Honored King of Kings, King of the Full Moon."

Surprisingly, it was the former king of Ztic.

But if you look closely at his neck, you can see some slight differences in the color of the skin.

However, such a small problem was difficult to see when looking closely, so of course it was not taken seriously.

The King of the Full Moon did not recognize him: "Are you the King of Ztic?"

The former King Ztic said: "The king of a small country in a remote wilderness is nothing compared to the king of kings in the land of the full moon."

The King of the Full Moon was very satisfied: "Ztik is not a small country. Even I know and heard about your wealth."

"Countless iron tools and black iron are produced from your workshops, and the gold and wealth from the sea continue to flow to your treasury with your fleet."

"In the east, you can be said to be the richest and most powerful country."

"but."

"Although you are the king of Ztic, you can still be regarded as my subject."

“For I am the King of the Full Moon, the King of Kings.”

"Fekomodo deprived you of your throne without my permission. This is not allowed."

The former King Ztic immediately raised his head with a happy face.

"As long as you need it, Ztic and I are willing to be your most loyal land and subjects, obeying any of your orders."

"Ztic's wealth also belongs to you."

Beautifully said.

But he is no longer even the King of Ztic, so he still obeys orders and how can he be loyal.

All the words seemed to be just asking the Full Moon King to help him regain his throne.

The Full Moon King responded casually, and then asked about the Black Iron Dragon King and the Book of Sealing.

The former King Ztic answered them all one by one, telling him the secrets of the Sealed Book that he knew, as well as the news about the Black Iron Dragon King Helfas.

The Full Moon King was very satisfied.

He was rewarded with a house in the inner city on the spot, allowing him to stay in the Golden City with peace of mind, and then follow his call.

But as soon as the former Ztik King left, the Full Moon King's face turned gloomy.

"The Black King has come to the world, and maybe he has obtained the sealed book now."

"In the land of the full moon, there are more and more people who are ambitious and disobey orders. They don't even bother to pay taxes anymore. They are becoming more and more arrogant."

"Countries in the east, west and north are also rising one by one, and UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com is becoming stronger and stronger."

"The situation is really bad."

Of course things are going badly, as the legendary Black King has returned and threatens his throne as King of Kings.

The inner city lord threatened his power, and the missing taxes affected his ever-expanding expenses and desire for pleasure.

The rise of powerful kingdoms around him seemed to have dwindled his reputation and glory as the King of Kings.

He suddenly woke up from his dream.

If he doesn't do something, he may really lose his throne and everything.

That prophecy, everything that appeared in his dream.

All will come true.

(End of chapter)