On the Dragon Island that was suspended in the air.
In the majestic golden palace, the ten giant dragons each stood in one direction, and the atmosphere in the hall was rather tense.
The giant dragons that represented the top ten giant dragon tribes, the top ten giant dragon powerhouses that stood at the top of this world, were gathered in one hall at the moment.
"Is the news from the Twilight Forest reliable? Do devils really exist in this world? "Lorenzo, the chief of the Flaming Dragon tribe, asked loudly. His tone was filled with disbelief.
"Irina used the Holy Light to kill the evil that possessed Isaiah's son, and purified him into nothingness together with him. That was the scene that everyone at the scene saw.
There were many doubts about the massacre of the Urba tribe back then, and we also found the aura of evil from the traces left behind at the scene. That was why we didn't execute Rex, and instead locked him up in the Bastie Prison.
If what Rex said was true, the devils' tentacles would have already extended to this world, and we know nothing about them. "Douglas's cold voice sounded, and the hot air became much colder.
"We giant dragons are the most powerful race in this world. We were born to be the kings of the sky. Even if devils really exist, what's there to be afraid of?" Eustace, the great elder of the Amethyst Dragon tribe, who was covered in light purple amethyst scales, said with disdain. "Isn't it too ridiculous to gather the top ten giant dragon tribes together for such a small matter?"
"I still have an appointment with the Titan King for a fight. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first." Isaiah, the chief of the Tyrant Dragon tribe, stood up suddenly, and turned to walk out of the hall.
"If devils really exist in this world, I'm afraid this matter isn't as simple as we think." Right then, the chief of the Golden Dragon tribe, who had been silent all this while, said, "I found a giant mural in the forbidden tomb of the Golden Dragon Island. It was left behind by our ancestors. All these years, I never understood what it was trying to express, but I should bring you all to see it today."
"A mural left behind by our ancestors?" All the giant dragons were surprised to hear that. Even Louis, who was about to reach the door, stopped in his tracks.
Dragons had a long lifespan, so they did not need to rely on words or murals to leave any traces. There was enough time for them to pass down their legacies orally.
However, the Golden Dragon Island, which was the birthplace of the dragon race, actually had murals left behind by their ancestors. Moreover, even Louis, who was the oldest and most knowledgeable among the dragons, couldn't understand it. That piqued the interest of the other wyrms.
"Let's go." Louis got up, flapped his wings, and disappeared from the hall.
The other dragons left as well.
After a while, the dragons appeared in a dark and huge cave. A huge mural that was a thousand meters long and over five hundred meters wide appeared in front of them.
This was a grand project that only a dragon could accomplish.
Even the leaders of the Giant Dragon Tribe were surprised to see such a huge mural under the ground.
"I didn't expect there to be such a mural under the Golden Dragon Tribe. But what is it about?" Loren opened his mouth and spat out a string of fireballs. The fireballs flew out and hovered in front of the mural about a hundred meters away.
The panoramic view of this magnificent mural hidden deep underground was truly displayed in front of everyone.
It was chaos.
What entered everyone's eyes was only a scene of chaos.
This was a complete painting. There were countless races on it, as well as countless strange scenes.
Wyrms were biting and killing each other. Forest trolls were twisting off the heads of their companions with half an elf in their mouths. Goblins with red eyes were riding on orcs and chasing after a group of monkeys. The Endless Sea Realm was dyed red with blood. Countless corpses of demons were floating on the surface of the sea, and they were being torn apart and eaten by a group of terrifying fish. There were also many races that they had never seen before that were killing each other and slaughtering other races …
And in the center of the mural, there was an indescribable object that was as huge as a small mountain. The wyrms were as tiny as mosquitoes in front of it. Countless tentacles reached out from the hexagonal seal above its head. Those tentacles were filled with red eyes that flickered with a demonic glow as if they were about to break out of the seal.
The expressions of all the dragon bigwigs changed when they saw this scene.
"What … What is this thing?!" Lorren, who was standing in front of that indescribable object, took a step back instinctively.
The strange yet impactful scene left all the giant dragons in awe.
"If there are unknown and terrifying demons in this world, this might be it," Louis said calmly. Louis stepped forward, and said in a steady voice, "This mural dates back to a much earlier time than the records and inheritance of our Giant Dragon Tribe. Furthermore, this time period has to be counted in the tens of thousands of years. However, in the inheritance of our Giant Dragon Tribe, there is nothing about this mural at all. Hence, I once thought that this was the imagination of one of our ancestors."
"Various races are at war with each other, and even killing each other. Could this really be a record of a race war in ancient times?" Eustace asked with a frown.
"No, this is more like the scene that Rex described when the Urba Tribe was controlled by the demons and killed each other," Douglas said solemnly. Douglas looked at the mural with a solemn expression, and solemnly said, "Racial wars are not like this. Wyrms would not attack their own kind in such a frenzy. No race would attack their own kind in such a frenzy, let alone the elves."
"Isn't this just a mural? Why are you so nervous?" Isaiah pursed his lips, and smilingly said, "Perhaps one of our ancestors had nothing better to do, so he deliberately painted this to scare us."
"No, I think Douglas is right. This mural should be a warning left behind by our ancestors. Three years ago, there was an anomaly underground. That's when I discovered this hidden crypt and the only mural in the crypt. In just three years, a suspected demon appeared in the Twilight Forest. There must be an inseparable relationship between the two. " Louis walked forward, and his golden eyes stared at the indescribable object that had a huge octopus head, a human body, and huge wings. "This fellow was probably sealed somewhere by our ancestors back then. Now, it has begun to extend its tentacles and affect our world again."
"How is that possible! You said that this mural has existed for tens of thousands of years. What can live for so long? Even us wyrms can only live for 3,000 years, "Lorenzo questioned.
"Look at the words in the corner." Louis' golden eyes landed on the corner.
There was a line of words written in the ancient wyrms' language.
"Eternal slumber may not be death …" Lorren read in a trembling voice.
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