The "madman's body" that the elders spoke of—what is this riddle-like title?

Who does it refer to?

In the past countless years, all dragons have kept a low profile. They think they walk in the dark, but they serve the light. The Dragon Clan has been guessing what the secret words refer to, but they have never gotten a clear answer.

Because some secrets have been buried too deep and too long by time, and multiple obstacles have been artificially set up around the truth, so that no dragon clan can answer this question.

Could it be that what he was referring to was this earth-revealing disaster?

Could it be that old enemy who was buried in the deep underground, the ancient resentment and hatred incarnation of the dragon clan, is about to return?

This time, a name and an ancient truth were uttered from the mouth of Elder Gondola, which immediately shocked everyone.

Because that name is limited to the oldest legend of the Dragon Clan, that is - Sogron.

I do not know how long it has been.

The discussion of the elders of the Dragon Clan came to an end, and they used the oldest voting method to determine what to do next.

—They all agreed that the elders should personally interrogate the criminals who came to the holy mountain this time, and strive to dig out the true intention of human beings to create artificial life forms, and then judge the seriousness of the situation and determine the future direction of the world.

Ales finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, he felt that the burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

For him, there are still many lingering big questions in his mind. He can completely accept such a result, not only because Quintessa saved herself, but more importantly, he also wants to know what he saw at that time.

However, as a witness to the incident and an executive officer of the Dragon Clan, besides the task of guarding the prisoners, he was also invited to observe the interrogation process.

——

Between heaven and earth.

Quintasha was trembling for no reason.

He had a feeling that he was about to meet the real owner of the holy mountain—the legendary Dragon Clan, but he didn't know how they would treat him. Along the way he heard many different voices whispering, all seemed to be discussing where his fate was going.

There is no need for any legends, the real thing is there, it is shocking enough.

He almost forgot how much he missed the fire-like enthusiasm of Kunting people. The hymn was played for a long time, and hundreds of people gathered on the street, with towering swords and halberds, forming clouds hand in hand. Dressed in the brightest clothes and jewels, they cheered and paid homage to the marching expedition.

He remembered the time when he was just born, surrounded by scorching air. The soul forging masters were sweating profusely, talking and laughing loudly at an extremely fast speed, recounting the glory of the empire, cursing their enemies, and so on.

As an artificial **** who doesn't know much about the world, seeing this scene will always think that they have been arguing endlessly.

He thought of the majestic battlements, colorful temples and shocking palaces of Xanadu, the capital of Kunting, and even the tundra at the end of the Great Rift Valley was uniquely magnificent.

But when he set foot on the continuous peaks of this holy mountain, the snow and wind and frost that never melted for thousands of years wiped away all these memories at once. Kuntasha sensed the rock bed deep in the land, which was cold and strange everywhere, and the trembling he felt reminded him of the eyes of those refugees from other races.

That was the last look of resentment in the eyes of the aliens when they were slaughtered by him.

Quintasha had guessed her own fate.

If it wasn't for Gudos, he didn't want to kill anyone at all. In his hazy subconscious, it was always a bad thing. But he didn't want to blame anyone at the moment, because it was too late, and the final judgment should be fair to him.

fair? Maybe.

"Boom, boom..."

The sound of metal bumping continued to sound, as if a man in shackles had stepped down from the altar.

Kuntasha's mind was extremely clear, she slowly opened her eyes, and endless power surged from her body again. But at this time, his power was imprisoned in the light blue container, completely unable to display it.

He knew that someone was coming, and this person would lead him to the final place where he would be judged.

"Open it, and I'll take the prisoner."

A sound that seemed to be heard before sounded, followed by the rustling footsteps of the dragon guards approaching this place.

"Take the prisoner"? Quintasha's spirits were shaken—are she talking about herself?

"Where is the handwriting of the Great Elder?" A dragon guard guarding the ice tomb asked.

The person who came did not answer, but Kuntasha felt an orderly wave of energy resonating with her body.

He instantly understood that this energy was the power to imprison him.

In silence, Kuntasha saw thin blue lines converging on all parts of her body, and then spreading to the surroundings, as clear as the veins on a plant leaf. The irresistible power was released little by little, and immediately condensed into the light blue energy shackles on his wrist.

After an indescribable feeling, the container that imprisoned him was opened. The first thing that caught his eyes was the face he had seen before, a dragon that had been saved by his power.

Kuntasha looked at him blankly, her throat moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

"No, don't say anything, don't be afraid..."

The dragon looked at him indifferently. It has braids entwined with silver threads, and the deepest dark green eyes Kuntasha has ever seen in her life, like polished obsidian.

He frowned, as if looking at an incomprehensible painting, and then said in a low voice, "Just stand up and follow me."

Kuntasha froze for a moment, nodded mechanically, then stood up straight, and stepped out of the nameless restriction that restricted his activities.

At this time, he inadvertently looked at the back of the dragon's hand, and finally saw the light blue knot seal, which looked like an open eye symbol. Almost at the same time, the word I heard from the guards popped out in my mind - the seal of the soul.

It seems that the Dragon Clan executor allowed himself to be taken away only after he showed the dragon guards this seal.

When he was about to step out of the icy-cold space, he couldn't help but look back again.

Apart from light blue, there is no other color in this space, as if it is a huge ice cave, with cold air everywhere. Countless devices like imprisoning themselves form a huge and shocking picture, arranged densely and orderly, extending under another ice wall in the distance.

Quintasha could feel the power escaping from behind the ice wall.

There are many larger creatures held there, and it is colder than this place-an ancient prison that can stop all living things.

He didn't feel the breath of Gudos around him~lightnovelpub.net~ So he guessed that he must have been imprisoned to the deepest part.

Quintasha, who knew nothing about the place, was nervous now.

Because he quickly figured it out—the prisoners here are not powerful people who can be captured casually.

Before leaving, Kuntasha also saw that the armed dragon guards neatly lined up on both sides were holding strange weapons and watching her leave. They also have eye-like marks on the backs of their hands, only smaller.

In addition, the faces of the dragon guards were like clay sculptures, without any expression, just as cold and dead as this place.

But Kuntasha still sensed a little doubt from the way they looked at her.

Why is this so? Quintessa suddenly became suspicious.

He was unaware of his special treatment: no prisoner had ever walked out with such swagger, and for such a short period of time.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . :