Barrogel stood on the high platform of the Dragon Blood Hall, staring at the twenty-two dragon heads arranged on both sides of the hall - those heads composed of almost entirely mechanical structures did not seem to have ended the previous process. They lowered their heads and remained silent, with only faint and flickering lights wandering deep in their pipes. The "hiss" sounds made by the circulation pumps and gas pipelines occasionally came from somewhere, which was one of the few sounds in the entire hall.

Finally, the light behind one of the dragon heads became bright, and the head was raised slightly. Under the pull of the robotic arm, he turned toward Baloger, and a synthesized voice lacking emotional fluctuations came from the speaker: "Balloger, shelter administrator, welcome to the Dragon Blood Council."

The dragon chiefs woke up from their contemplation one after another. Accompanied by a series of light signals and mechanical sounds, they turned to Baloger and nodded in greeting.

"Ri'an, MPs," Balogel said with a serious expression, "Is there a conclusion about the question I asked you to deduce last time?"

"I am very sorry that this thinking process has been terminated early by the Dragon Blood Council," said the Dragon Head. "The trajectory of civilization development in this era has completely exceeded the reference database of historical data. Unpredictable factors have exceeded the threshold. We believe that even if we force deduction, we cannot accurately predict the future direction of the 'alliance' and the dragon clan."

"Not only that," another "commander" continued, "we don't think it's necessary to continue to use the Dragon Blood Council to deduce such issues in the future - the age of myth is over, administrators, our old deduction modules are no longer adapting to the new situation."

"...I understand, I will consider your opinions carefully," Balogel was silent for two seconds, nodded slightly, "Then another thing... about our gods. It has been confirmed that the remaining human part of the human nature after the fall of the Dragon God has been reorganized and regenerated on its own, and is now trapped in the human kingdom Cecil."

"We have learned about this and completed the assessment 12 hours ago," responded by the Dragon Head, the closest to Balogel. "This is beyond all our plans, but from the results, it is not threatening. The only possible variable is that humans will have the opportunity to access a large amount of knowledge involving gods and demons... This matter will have a positive tendency. Will the deduction continue in this thinking process?"

"Continue to deduce," Balogel said immediately, "we need to judge the possibility of further communication with other countries, especially Cecil... All the variables of this era have almost unfolded from that land."

"Understand that process has been added to the task plan."

The Dragon Blood Hall was quiet for a moment, and Baloger stood on the platform as if he was thinking. The "committees" were patiently waiting for the next interactive command from the administrator. After half a minute of silence, Baloger suddenly broke the silence: "I have no more problems - open the passage to the nameless dragon tomb."

"I understand, the channel has been opened. In ten seconds, the council will be transferred to work mode. Looking forward to your next visit, administrator."

Monotonous mechanical synthesizer sounded in the hall, and a slight tremor came from the bottom of the platform. The lights above the twenty-two dragon heads were extinguished one by one. These completely mechanized ancient thinkers lowered their heads one by one. The hall returned to dimness, leaving only a light strip located on the central axis of the dome, which illuminated a slanted downward stair in front of the platform. The stairs extended all the way down, and the dim light could be seen deep in it, and I don’t know how deep it would be.

Balogel walked down the platform, and Sir Eugene and Goloche immediately stepped forward to his side. The three of them did not talk, but exchanged their eyes with solemn expressions, and then walked towards the stairs and towards the depths of the ground.

There is no lift on the road to the nameless dragon tomb, only this long staircase, long memories of Baloger, or the long road for mortals to climb from the surface to the starry sky, the surrounding wall materials have changed from polymer to metal, and from metal to enchanted stones. Quite and solemn reliefs appear on both sides of the staircase and gradually cover the roof in front.

Finally, Baloger stopped in front of a gate, which stood solemnly in the wide space carved deep underground. There was no decorative patterns on the bare surface. Only on the ground in front of the gate, the light emitted by the crystal illuminated a line of words that seemed to be carved with sharp claws: "To the dead, to the dead."

The heavy stone gate slowly opened under the push of the magic mechanism. An underground space that was so wide that it could make people stunned appeared in front of Eugene and Golosh. They followed Baloger and stepped into it and entered the most solemn and dignified place in the Holy Dragon Principality, but only the Dragon Blood Duke himself and a very few dragon descendants knew about it - the nameless Dragon Tomb.

The huge pillars support the space that can be placed in an entire castle. The stone floor, which has gone through countless years, extends to the distance in the field of view. On the high dome, many runes-filled metal columns were protruded between the original rock formations. Slight electric light and luminous clouds wander silently between the metal columns, maintaining the stability of the environment in the cave. Through elemental blessings, everything here can withstand the erosion of a long time, and even prevent the entire mountain from the destruction of geological activities.

Between these huge pillars, one "tombstone" after another with the reference to the shape of the dragon stood silently in the dark. They were embedded in the base made of giant stones. Behind each base were dragon sculptures also carved with giant stones. However, compared with real dragons, the dragons in these stone sculptures seemed particularly thin and weak, and most of them had physical incompleteness visible to the naked eye, as if they were deliberately making a "different" from the real dragon, and their shapes were all adjusted to look like some kind of...subspecies.

Goloss glanced over the "tombstone" closest to him. On the surface of the sloping boulder, there was no epitaph that a normal tombstone should have, and there was not even a definite name. Only a few cold letters and numbers were deeply engraved on its surface: the first generation, 120 millennium-180 millennium.

On another tombstone next to it, Sir Goloss' eyes reflected another line of cold letters and numbers: the Second Generation, 182 Millennium-246 Millennium.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Balogel had already stepped forward. Golosh temporarily suppressed what he wanted to say and followed behind the Dragon Blood Lord toward the deeper part of the hall. In silence, they passed through several early generations, as if they were passing through the ancient history that had long disappeared from memory. The years condensed into hard and rough bricks and stones under their feet, and thousands of years later retreated in their footsteps.

In the 1820th millennium, Balogel finally stopped. He raised his head and the last unfinished tombstone came into his eyes. The tombstone was deeply engraved with letters: The Thirty Generation, the 1820th millennium--.

Behind this tombstone, an unfinished sculpture of dragon bathed in the dim light of the dome crystal. It lies on the ground, staring at the closed dome with its head held high, and on both sides of its rugged ridge, there are deformed and shrinking wings.

Balogel stood in front of the nameless tomb, staring at the unfinished stone tablets and the sculpture of dragons without details, and Sir Golos's voice came from behind him: "The last time I came here... it seemed like it was a long time ago."

"After all, we shouldn't disturb the peace of these graves at will... Although there is nothing behind them," Balogel said softly, "but now some good things have finally happened, and good news should be sent here."

"I still remember the first time I was brought here by you," said Sir Eugene Natosh, with a white haired head, and sighed softly. "Real history... At that time, I really felt that real history was not as good as a dream that could not wake up."

Grand Duke Baloger didn't speak, but stood silently in front of the tombstone of the 30th generation. Golos, who was beside him, looked at the blank part on the tombstone and suddenly said in a deep voice: "The Great Shield of Tallond has been extinguished, and the gene bank used to restart the Holy Dragon Principality has also been destroyed by war. No matter what the future ahead of this world in the future, the 30th generation will probably become the last generation of the 'Dragon Destiny' group... Do you think someone will carve the last number on this tombstone one day in the future?"

"Every number here is engraved by me. If the ending day really comes and our efforts are finally declared to fail, I will definitely carve the last stroke here and say goodbye to the world... But compared to the hopeless ending, I hope that the tombstone of the 30th generation will always be left empty." Balogel slowly shook his head, then slowly turned around and stared at the direction he walked along. He saw those huge and silent tombs extending in his sight, and twenty-nine dragon descendants who have completely disappeared into life-less stone sculptures, as if they were quietly staring at themselves in the dark.

Those are the "descendants" he has carefully cultivated and cared for.

"I often feel that I am carrying sin, especially when I am watching these nameless monuments," said the Dragon Blood Lord in a low voice. "I abandoned them twenty-nine times... When the demon tide comes, I let them dissipate in the end, but I am like a coward who fled in panic. After the next restart, I still have to sit on a high position and be a high monarch. Isn't that ironic?"

"...As a member of the thirty generation, I'm afraid I can't answer your question," Sir Golosh looked at the ancient dragon beside him and said after a brief hesitation, "But I know one thing... There is nothing in the world that costs nothing.

"In the age of mythology, the Dragon God and Tallond worked together to maintain a difficult balance. The existence of the Holy Dragon Principality is a long-term, open but never recognized secret. I believe that the gods knew the existence of the dragon descendants from the beginning, and even the mission of the Omega system from the beginning. However, for a period of 1.87 million years, all of this was carefully hidden on the side of the balance point and never exceeded a step.

"In this case, letting the 'Dragon' enter Tallond's sight and even accepting the protection of the gods is not a rescue, but a complete ruin, a ruin for all compatriots.

"I am not qualified to judge you or Tallond's choices in place of the twenty-nine generations before, nor to forgive or condemn anything for them, but I must refute your judgment of yourself - a real coward is not the courage to return here after the twenty-nine times of the reboot of the Holy Dragon Principality.

"It takes more courage to watch them die than to take them to Tallond for protection, Your Majesty."

"Someone has said the same thing as you," Grand Duke Balogel suddenly smiled, "It's also in this place."

"Is that so? It's a pity that I have no chance to meet him." Golos shook his head and said.

Grand Duke Baloger did not respond. He just thought quietly for a moment before saying to himself: "You are right... I shouldn't be obsessed with this, especially after such a long time. Perhaps any generation can choose to hate or forgive, and any individual can choose to forgive or angry, but in the face of the great power of nature, all this will eventually be conceded to the only problem... allowing civilization to continue."

He finally withdrew his gaze at the tombs and scanned the entire vast underground hall. Between the dim and ancient walls and columns, there were actually more than just dozens of nameless dragon tombs.

"One hundred and eighty-seven thousand years... our observation records of the Demon Tide and various failed attempts to protect the mind in the Demon Tide are buried in the lower archives, and almost all of the information is collected and summarized outside the environment of Tallond. Although it is a failure answer, it is still a precious reference material," said the Dragon Blood Lord in a deep voice. "The key now is... whether our new allies, the mortal countries in the alliance, can be prepared to face this 'gift'."

"The Dragon Blood Council is no longer able to evaluate the freshman's 'union', nor how changes will Gowen Cecil's series of actions bring to the world. In this era, we may try to make some decisions ourselves," said Sir Eugene Natosh slowly. "In my opinion, since we have decided to join this 'union', we should do something equal to the identity of the member states."

...

On the vast ocean, a huge fleet is riding the wind and waves, sailing on a strange sea that humans have never visited.

On the high winter, Navy Commander-in-Chief Byron, wearing a cloak, stepped on the deck and narrowed his eyes slightly in the oncoming cold wind. He looked into the distance and saw tiny waves appearing on the sea level in front of the bow of the ship. The sea water rises there like life, forming a striking moving water column. The Siren Kassandra, who serves as the navigator, "sits" steadily at the top of the water column. While controlling the surrounding sea water, he turned around and waved to the direction of the general flagship.

Byron waved his hand in response to the Siren lady, and looked up at the sky again. In the high blue sky, several huge figures were urging their giant wings, flying forward in the same direction and speed as the fleet. Two more dragon cavalry vehicles hovered around the huge figures, and the wing-like propulsion wing plates were raised high, reflecting bright sky light.

Those were the giant dragons serving as air escort formations, and the two reconnaissance dragoons carried on the Winter.
Chapter completed!