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“It’s time.”

The voice of Alextasa's return alarmed Crasus. The magician fell into deep thought before this, and did not even feel the passage of time. He did not know that he had been waiting for her for a long time.

"I'm ready."

She bent down and carried him around her neck. Alextasa and Crasus gracefully walked through the ancient corridors that left traces of the Red Dragon clan for generations, and they soon came to an open area covered with clouds. This is the kingdom of the Red Dragon clan, and there was a sensational scene before her. Crasus understood that the country of his race was all located among the towering mountains. His damaged memory vaguely recalled the majesty of the land, the huge valleys that were portrayed by ice and snow and time, and the unique appearance of each peak.

He suddenly felt a little dizzy, and the thin air made him unable to sit firmly. Alextasa held him with his wings to prevent it from falling down.

"Maybe this is not very good for you," she said, her tone full of concern.

At that time, Crasus was almost falling down, and suddenly felt his body suddenly full of strength.

"I believe, I'm not late." Cleostroz walked slowly towards his partner and looked at her with his usual eyes. The male dragon himself was moved, as if he was suddenly injected with a force. When he approached, some of his slightly haggard expressions disappeared.

"You're not too late. Can you do this long journey?"

"Until this moment, I think I might not be able to do it, but it seems I feel better." His staring eyes moved back and forth between Alextasa and Crasus, as if he had guessed the amazing reason for recovery, but was unwilling to accept it.

Alextasa transformed Crasus into her spouse. When Crasus touched the young self, he felt more recovered. The direct contact with Cleostroz almost made him feel more pure.

almost.

"Have you calmed down?" Gong Long asked him.

"Well, I've stabilized."

Alextasa flew forward, spread her wings and flew out of the corridor. She lowered her body and disappeared among the clouds. Cleostroz walked to the edge of the cliff and showed his short passenger a more shocking vast mountainous land, and then jumped into the air.

At first they lowered a few feet and gradually entered the clouds, and then Cleostroz moved on the wind and spread his soaring wings. Through the fog, Crasus saw that Alextasa had flown far ahead. However, her degree was not fast, so that her partner could catch up with her soon.

"There is no problem?" she asked, her question targeting these two companions. Crasus nodded, and Cleostroz also gave a positive answer. So the Queen of Life only focused on the front and said nothing.

The feeling of flying, even sitting on someone's back, made the magician happy. But because he was shaped like this, it was even hard to accept the status quo. He was a dragon! One of the masters of the heavens. He should not succumb to such a humble way of existence. They flew through the thick clouds covered on the top of the mountain. Crassus's body began to be cold, but he was too obsessed with it and didn't care at all.

Two red dragons walked away from a steep peak with extreme grace and descended in a wide valley. Crassus tried to find something outside the scenery, but he found nothing. But he seemed to feel that they were approaching their target.

"Hurry up!" Cleostroz shouted.

Before Crasus could ask why, the red dragon began to fall rapidly. The air began to fluctuate, like a rock thrown into a pool. At first, Crasus was afraid of the strange things that brought him to this era again, but his mount's head was shaking uneasy, showing enthusiasm.

In front of them, Alextasa calmly flew into the vortex of titanium and disappeared into it.

Ancient memories reluctantly rise from the black abyss of Crasus' mind. Such memories are related to other times. When he was still a dragon, he willingly devoted himself to this scene. When Cleostroz followed the Queen, Crasus encouraged himself to recall the feelings that might have hurt him.

They went in.

A layer of static electricity enveloped the magician's body, making his nerves excited. Crassus felt that he had become a part of the sky and a son of thunder and lightning. His desire to fly became stronger. What he could do now was to prevent himself from falling off his mount and not let himself get trapped in the wind and clouds.

An unexpected feeling emanated from his body, and Crasus had to hold Cleostroz to maintain his balance. The moment he blinked, he felt extremely down-to-earth and very secular. The complex imagination filled Crasus's mind so that he did not realize that the environment around him had completely changed.

They circled in a magnificent cave, and the space inside was so open that Alextasa looked smaller than a small insect. The territory of the entire kingdom could be accommodated, including various landforms. Even the space here could accommodate more things.

However, this is not just a giant hole in space, it has other features, but huge is its most special place. The surrounding walls are smooth and curved, and if you touch them with your hands, you will not feel resistance and friction. The high wall extends all the way to the bottom, while the ground at the bottom is a huge circle. From a geometric perspective, its shape is perfect.

The ground is the only flat place, with high curved walls rising and then rendezvous, creating a spherical space with no mineral growth inside. There are no stalactites on it, no stalagmites below, no cracks, and even small cracks. Because there are no defects, Crasus finally remembered that this is the dragon clan's divine room.

This space is older than their existence. It is said that the Creator nurtured and shaped the world in this amazing place until he was ready to enter the universe. Even the dragon was not qualified to judge the authenticity of the legend, because without the magic exit that appeared in ancient times, they would not have any way to go to the human world. Any attempt to cross the high walls would be completely futile, and the dragon clan had given up on this idea a long time ago.

What is even more surprising is that the cave is filled with bright golden warm light without a source. Crasus thought of an experiment they had done before, but could not prove that this hot light would be extinguished when the cave was left alone or that it was eternal. But no matter who entered the cave, he would feel such warmth, as if it was the guardian of the cave.

When Cleostroz landed, Crasus suddenly thought that although his memory was already chaotic, he still remembered this sacred place very clearly. The divine room of the Dragon Clan seemed to never be forgotten.

Two red dragons landed on the rocky ground and looked around. It was obvious that none of the other companions came yet.

"Have you told them every one?" Cleostroz asked.

The Queen of Life shook her noble head. "I only told Ysera. She said she would contact other dragons."

"I have tried my best." A female voice who was almost muttering responded with certainty.

Above high, a faint emerald figure appeared in the thin air. The image has not been fixed yet, but Crasus could already tell from many details that her figure was slim and light, similar to Alexandera. A layer of mist enveloped her body, but it could still be seen that she always had her eyes closed, even when she spoke.

Other dragons arrived one after another, and they all nodded to the Queen, and Alextasa said, "I'm glad you're here so quickly, good job! Ysera."

Crasus also knew her, and she greeted everyone in turn. Her face turned to the two dragons who came with her. Although they didn't say anything, Crasus felt their sharp eyes. "I came because of you, my sister, my friend. I think you must have something important to call us all."

"What about the other dragons?"

"Norzdom is the only one I can't find directly. You know his behavior. I tried my best to contact a servant who said he would do his best to inform his master, and that was all I could do."

Alextasa nodded gratefully, but still couldn't hide his disappointment when he heard the news. "Then, even if everyone else comes, we can't make the final decision."

"Norzdom may still come."

Crasus still rode around Cleostroz's neck, and for him, it was bad news that he had not contacted Norzdom. He understood Norzdom's complex nature, and his past, present and future... all history. What Crasus wanted to see was Norzdom because he gave a hope that two willful tourists could return to their time and resolve these problems peacefully.

Now this hope does not exist. Crasus must find another way to protect the timeline, and the dragons may have to remove Ronin and himself.

Suddenly, a dazzling ball of flames and red lightning descended from the air, and the storm lightning quickly landed on the ground with rage. As soon as it reached the ground, it exploded, shocking. Before it showed its huge shape, it shot out various colors. When the last point burned out, a short and amazing storm appeared. Then, a tall and shiny dragon stood there. Partly it looked crystal and partly ice. For a dragon, his expression was quite pleasant, and he felt more immersed in the scene he created than any other dragon.

"Welcome, Marigos." Alextasa said politely.

"I'm so happy to see you, my queen!" The dragon smiled sincerely, "And you, my dream!"

Isera nodded silently, with a faint humorous expression on her face.

"How is your kingdom very good lately?" asked the Queen.

"Just as good as I hoped! Full of light, full of color, and full of youth and vitality!"

"Maybe the Creator should make you a dragon of life, not a guardian of magic, Malygoth!"

"A very interesting idea! Maybe this issue needs to be discussed one day in the future!" He laughed again.

"Are you okay?" Cleostroz asked Crasus. When Crasus saw the new dragon, he was furious.

"I'm fine, I just adjust my sitting position." Fortunately, because of my short figure, Cleostroz did not see his expression. Crassus looked at Marigos and regretted the fact that he had hidden the truth about the future from the dragon clan.

What would you say? The guard of magic, if you know what fate is waiting for ahead? Betrayal, madness, a frozen and empty country...

Crasus had no way to recall the future of Malygos that he knew. But he recalled enough snippets to understand and regret the tragedy--he was unwilling to warn the bright dragon.

"We're gathering for this man?" asked Malygos, his eyes flashing on Crasus.

"That's right." Alextasa replied.

The Magic Guard sniffed the air: "There is our scent on him, although it may be because of his closeness to your spouse, I am not sure. I also found ancient magic around him. Has he been spelled?"

"Let him tell his own story." Alextasa replied. She blocked all the interrogations of Crasus, and she said, "As long as the other dragons come."

"There is a dragon coming now." Isera said in a leisurely manner.

The top began to fluctuate, and then a flash of light appeared. A huge winged shadow appeared and slowly descended. During this period, the shadow circled around the cave twice. The other dragons became silent, and they all looked at the huge figures gradually approaching.

His figure was the largest among them. The winged dragon was as black as the night, and his behavior was extremely noble. The thin silver blood vessels and golden marks were covered with their backs and sides from front to back. At the same time, the muscles on their bodies shone between the scales, and diamonds and pearls were embedded under his skin. The newly arrived dragon radiated a primitive force, which came from the basic form of the world itself.
Chapter completed!