The aged black Giant Dragon, whose entire body was heavily mechanized, and the golden Giant Dragon, whose body was covered in magical runes, suddenly charged out of the battlefield one after another at the most intense moment of the apocalyptic battle. They charged towards the southern coast of the Tarlonde continent, and their sudden movement immediately attracted the attention of the Dragon of Chaos that blotted out the sky.
In the sky, the thick, chaotic clouds suddenly rolled violently like boiling soup. Bolts of lightning were brewing in the depths of the clouds. Beneath the clouds, the divine amalgamation of countless chaotic limbs and amorphous matter that could cover an entire city let out a thunderous roar. Around the massive body, even light was visibly distorted. The supreme ruler of the Tarlonde continent for millions of years, the 'gods' created by the Dragons themselves, seemed to have realized what the two Giant Dragons who had suddenly left the battlefield were up to. Even though it had lost all rationality, it still showed a rage that could change the color of the sky and earth.
The sky split open as a rift valley appeared over the Tarlonde continent. In the rift valley, countless pairs of cold eyes looked down at the blazing Giant Dragon Kingdom. At the same time, thousands of tongues and thousands of throats roared in the rift valley. The Dragon of Chaos hung upside down on the edge of the rift valley and cast a frenzied gaze in the direction of Helagol and Andal. Under the gaze of the 'gods', the edge of the continent began to crumble inch by inch. Steel melted, shields disappeared into thin air, and powerful missiles were swallowed by the shadows before they could touch the gods. It was a destructive gaze that was even beyond the realm of mortal understanding.
But Omega's retaliation came in the blink of an eye. One after another, legions of Giant Dragon rushed in from the distance and instantly filled the gap created by the gods' gaze. An even greater number of weapon arrays were activated in the distant mountains and poured the remaining ammunition into the rift valley behind the Dragon of Chaos. The weather controller that was used to maintain the ecological balance was activated again. The power of storms, thunder, rain, and snow were all mobilized to fight against the gradually cracking sky …
Helagol and Andal rushed towards the sea as the destructive gaze closed in on them. Even with thousands of their brethren and a large number of autonomous weapons desperately trying to stop them, they still felt the shadow of death lingering on them. Behind them, the continent was burning, the sea was boiling, and lightning flashed in the clouds. There were a few times when Helagol felt a searing pain from the scales on his tail, but he did not look back even once.
The Dragons had waited for one million eight hundred and seventy thousand years for this opportunity, and it was all over if they turned back now.
There was no telling how long this terrifying flight lasted. Helagol and Andal rushed out of the borders of Tarlonde, the coastal waters of the Giant Dragon Kingdom, and the frozen Arctic Ocean. Countless glaciers shattered behind them, and countless scattered islands crumbled behind them. The wrath of the gods did not diminish as it crossed such a long distance. Finally, a grand 'curtain' appeared before them.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The towering cloud wall spun slowly over the sea. It seemed slow, but deadly cyclones and torrential storms brewed around the cloud wall every minute and every second. The hurricane swept up tens of thousands of tons of seawater, and the oncoming storm forced the Legendary champions to retreat. They had reached the edge of the Eternal Storm, the last border between the Kingdom of Dragons and the human world.
Without hesitation, Helagol and Andal rushed into the violent storm, and the 'Wrath of the Gods' from Tarlonde followed closely behind them as it crashed into the cloud wall. But this time, the seemingly all-destroying Wrath of the Gods did not easily split the obstacle before them. The thick cloud wall that kept spinning seemed to contain incredible power, and this power began to fight against the Wrath of the Gods, and the two were in a stalemate for a moment.
Inside the Eternal Storm, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Torrential rain poured down, and the violent airflow carried cold winds and ice crystals that could instantly kill a strong magical beast. But for Andal and Helagol, all of this was like a spring breeze.
Compared to the angry 'gaze' from the gods outside, the environment in the Eternal Storm could be described as gentle.
The golden Giant Dragon and the black Giant Dragon circled twice in the storm. They exchanged a look in the air, and then lowered their altitude without hesitation and swooped down toward the 'base' of the storm.
Passing through the hurricane, the storm, and the never-ending vortex, at this moment, Helagol actually had some illusions. He seemed to have returned to 1.87 million years ago, to his first journey to this battlefield. He looked up and seemed to see groups of dragons flying out of the clouds, golden light sprinkling on their slender and strong bodies. The sea was endless, and the high-spirited clansmen were preparing for battle on the giant steel ships and floating fortresses …
But a bolt of lightning exploded at a close distance, tearing all the scenes in his memory into pieces. Helagol opened his eyes and only saw the chaotic and cold storm raging around him. And beside him was only his old friend, who was so old that his scales were pale, and his whole body was twisted beyond recognition due to mechanical modification.
Helagol opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the next second, he felt that he had passed through an invisible 'curtain'. After a slightly cold touch, all the sounds around him disappeared, and the whole world was quiet.
He had entered the base of the Eternal Storm, the deepest part of this mysterious realm that had been sealed for 1.87 million years.
In the dark blue space, everything was frozen in the time and space of the distant past. The dark seawater was frozen as if frozen. Countless twisted images of gods maintained the posture of attack at the edge of the space. The bodies of the dragons were frozen too, becoming part of the phantoms in the stagnant time and space. At the center of everything, in the deepest part of the stagnant time and space, the elegant, white tower made of metal was still standing quietly on the surface of the ocean.
The posture of pointing to the sky was still deeply imprinted in the minds of Helagol and Andal.
Andal and Helagol glided over the sea, flying towards the tower. This space was so quiet that the sound of wings cutting through the air was the only sound here. But soon, another sound came into the ears of the two Giant Dragons. It was the crisp sound of crystal cracking. It was soft, but it was particularly eye-catching in this quiet space.
Helagol looked up instinctively. He saw that the layer of translucent 'spherical shell' above the stagnant space was gradually spreading small cracks. Outside the spherical shell, chaotic shadows were slowly rotating, and indescribable streams of light appeared in the thick sea water.
Andal's voice came from the side. "He is attacking this space … I thought this place could hold for longer."
Helagol's voice was very low. "One million eight hundred and seventy thousand years ago, this place did not succeed in stopping him. One million eight hundred and seventy thousand years later, it is still impossible. But it does not matter. Everything has changed. History will not repeat itself here."
As they spoke, they had passed the last metal ring around the 'tower' and approached a platform on the upper half of the tower. They descended towards the platform. The Giant Dragon's figure began to change in the air. Almost in the blink of an eye, the huge dragon body had turned into a human form.
Helagol stood firmly on the edge of a half-moon platform. Beside him, Andal's figure also descended. But the old president staggered and almost fell on the last step of landing.
Helagol quickly reached out to hold the old man. After the latter steadied himself, he smiled and shook his head. "I have not flown for too many years … It was fine when I was controlled by Omega, but now I can hardly land smoothly."
Helagol just patted the old man's shoulder. Then he looked up and looked at the end of the platform.
A figure in a pale golden robe stood there. As Helagol looked, the figure seemed to turn his head. But it was just an illusion. In the next second, the figure silently disappeared into the air.
That was one million eight hundred and seventy thousand years ago. Only an illusion was left here.
Andal looked at the scene quietly. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, all the words turned into a soft sigh. He shook his head and stepped forward. Helagol followed closely behind. They passed the front of the platform and the place where the dissipated figure once stood.
A few minutes later, they had walked through the curved passage at the other end of the platform. Following the route in their memory, they finally came to the end of a flight of stairs near the top of the "tower".
A huge gate stood quietly in front of them. Beside the gate stood a middle-aged man with short gray hair, a high nose bridge, and a determined face. It was the ruler of the Duchy of Holy Dragon, Duke Balogel Kenar.
"I didn't expect you to have arrived." Helagol looked at him and smiled. "Long time no see."
"Long time no see." Balogel's eyes moved between Helagol and Andal. A rare smile appeared on his usually serious face. "I thought you would not find this place. When I saw you flying over, I thought about lighting up here to guide you."
"In fact, I also thought that I would not find this place …" Helagol closed his eyes gently and smiled. "But when I close my eyes, everything here is so clear."
"Let's stop lamenting. We still have one last step to complete." Andal's old and deep voice came from the side, interrupting Helagol and Balogel's "reminiscing". "Balogel, have you checked?"
"While waiting for you, I did a general check of the situation inside. The power of the Eternal Storm and the power of the gods have together stilled everything here. Time has not destroyed our efforts. It is still in good condition as before, and there is not even a trace of aging. I have just successfully activated the elevator to the deeper level and activated the energy group in the deeper level. This has slightly loosened the current space-time. I think this is enough to prepare for departure. "
Helagol looked into Balogel's eyes and could not help but say, "After so many years, you are still the best mechanic …"
"Thank you for the compliment, leader." Balogel said as he stepped aside and made an inviting gesture. "Come on. The three of us have been away from our posts for too long."
The ancient and heavy gate opened silently. In this still space-time, 1.87 million years had not eroded the miracle that the Giant Dragon had once created with the power of the entire race. Andal and Helagol stepped through the gate, and the lights lit up one by one as they entered.
Balogel followed closely behind.
They passed through a very short corridor and through a connection port that was too large for a human body. They arrived at a circular platform where a cylindrical elevator was waiting.
Lights flashed on the surface of the elevator, and useful information was marked with simple and clear symbols on the smooth alloy shell. It was a style completely different from the extravagant and decadent Tarlonde of 1.87 million years later. Helagol had not seen it for many years.
The elevator went down silently, sending the three Dragons in human form into the depths of the 'tower'. They passed through a series of isolation walls and heavy gates in the elevator shaft. The entire descent lasted for half a minute before the elevator stopped in a spacious place that looked like a control room.
After walking out of the elevator, the lights in front of Heragol lit up simultaneously. He saw a spacious hall. There were pillars erected in the ancient style of the dragon race, and there were many chairs between the pillars. Everything was just like what he remembered deep in his memory.
They quickly found their seats. The three seats were so obvious that they were at the end of the hall. They were still as new as ever even after such a long time.
A slight vibration came from outside. The air seemed to be filled with a chilling malice and madness. It was so powerful that it was beyond the imagination of mortals.
However, compared to the past one million years, this aura had weakened countless times. It was to the point where Helagol could resist it with his willpower.
He knew that this' weakening 'came at a great cost.
The three of them did not talk. They just walked forward in silence and sat on the chairs. Balogel began to operate the many buttons in front of him. Andal started the system he was in charge of. Helagol put his hand on a crystal bulge in front of the seats and carefully controlled the many branches of magic in the crystal. Then, an ancient creation gradually woke up from the dust.
In front of them, the gigantic arc-shaped window lit up and turned into a projection curtain that displayed the view outside. In the clear image, they could see the sky near the 'tower', the light that was seeping in, and the phantoms of the dragons that were still in the sky.
Andal could not help but look at the phantoms of the dragons. His hand was placed on a panel on the right side of the seat. But before he did it, he could not help but whisper, "Do you want to take a look? Once it's activated, you won't be able to see them anymore. "
Helagol's eyes also fell on the phantoms of the past. He found many familiar figures in those images. Former friends, former lovers, former children … The names of those who died in the War of Rebellion 1.87 million years ago slowly flowed in his heart. But he closed his eyes.
"Navigator Andal, I authorize you to activate the engine. Release these phantoms. They have been in our hearts for a long time."
"Yes, Captain."
Andal took a deep breath and activated the last process of the system.
In the next moment, a deep rumble came from the body of the massive and ancient behemoth. The entire hall shook, indicating that the 'first flight' that had been delayed for millions of years had finally begun.
Helagol felt a gentle but firm acceleration.
Outside, the space and time that had stagnated for 1.87 million years finally began to collapse. The sea began to surge as the ancient phantoms dissipated one by one. The metal 'tower' in the center of the vortex began to rise bit by bit. Its complete body that was hidden in the deep sea gradually surfaced. First, it was the bow of the ship that pointed to the sky like a sword, then the body of the ship that resembled a giant tower, and then the auxiliary engines arranged in the middle of the hull, the bulging reactor array, the antenna, the radar system, and the massive main engine nozzle …
This was not a tower.
This was a spaceship.
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