(It’s getting better, the coded chapters disappeared in the evening, and normal updates will resume tomorrow)
After leaving the temple and returning to the village, the frightening suspension bridge didn't seem so scary anymore.
The hunters were about to return to the Isana to pick up the piles of ammunition and set off, but they found that the cart carrying the ammunition had been dragged to the entrance of the village by everyone in the brigade, which saved them some trouble.
Chef Meow, carrying a big iron pot on his back, was the first to jump out. He waved up his long sleeves and said, "Come on, Meow. I'll cook a super delicious meal for you when you come back Meow. This is the so-called maternal love Meow." !”
Aiden secretly poked the pork chop with his elbow, bent down and asked softly: "Mother's love? So is Chef Meow a female?"
"You just know meow?" Zhupa looked at him in surprise, "Auntie..."
"Meow!"
The flying spoon hit Pork Chop on the head.
The bespectacled waitress wearing a green shawl gently hugged Hayata.
"I didn't expect that one day I would record the ecology of the ancient dragon species in my notebook." Sophia smiled softly, "You must come back safely as usual, and then tell me the story about the Celestial Dragon."
The craftsman master and apprentice walked up to Feng Ying, and the processing team adjusted Feng Ying's shoulder armor, "How do you feel? Is there anything else that needs to be adjusted?"
Isana walked back and forth, helping Feng Ying check the strap buckles up and down, "Huh? You didn't tie the knot?"
"Only, I don't know how to tie the knot!"
The old businessman of the Dragon Tribe helped Ancil hitch the cart to Li Feng, and patted the cart board filled with ammunition. "There are as many ammunition and props as there are mountains. Use all your strength and firepower!"
"Well, let's share these with everyone." The brigade leader handed a package to Gordon, "The old man in the village asked me to deliver it."
"What?" Gordon opened the package curiously, and was slightly startled.
Ancient secret medicine, ghost medicine G, hardening medicine G, forced walking medicine G
They are all top-grade medicines. Without special channels, they are difficult to buy even in big cities.
The brigade leader crossed his arms and said with a smile: "There is more than one pharmacist master in the village, and they also want to do something.
Defending homeland is not just the job of hunters. "
"Isn't it just the hunter's job? I understand. Captain, please convey your gratitude to us."
"Thank you yourself when you get back." The group leader said with a smile.
"Okay!" Gordon distributed these precious potions to his companions as needed.
"When we return from victory, we will go and thank ourselves."
The distance between the restricted area and Sinard Village is less than ten kilometers.
But just these ten kilometers made the hunters feel as if they were in another world.
If the sky in Sinard Village was only a little cloudy, the area seemed to be shrouded in a sandstorm. It was obviously the morning, but it was as dark as late at night.
As far as the eye can see, there is a strange mountain tangled with giant vines and ruined boulders. It is chaotic but solid, like a nest woven by some mysterious monster.
The entrance to the forbidden area is right in front of you.
"Take a break for a quarter of an hour and check the equipment and weapons for the last time." Gordon put on a scarf, covered his mouth and nose, and gave the order in a deep voice.
There are no real novices in the two teams, and everyone is preparing silently.
After quickly completing a series of checks, Gordon came to the boulder blocking the only entrance and exit to the restricted area.
There is a pattern engraved on the boulder, which is exactly the same as the divine pattern on the rock wall of the temple. I don't know what it symbolizes.
However, the pattern was not complete. A huge crack ran across it, dividing it into two.
Julius came over, frowning and staring at the cracked boulder.
"What's wrong?" Gordon asked after noticing the strange look on the former's face.
"I approached this place for reconnaissance once before. The pattern, or divine pattern, was complete, but now it's broken."
"It was complete before?" Gordon was slightly surprised.
He had never doubted the look in Julius's eyes. After thinking about it, he said, "Do you remember what the great monk said just now? He said that 'the seal of the restricted area has been lifted'. Could this pattern be the so-called 'seal'?"
"possible."
Julius nodded, "Leaving aside the belief in 'wind', the great monks of the past may have really mastered some 'special' power.
Otherwise, many things are really difficult to explain. "
The partners who had completed the final preparations gathered together.
Anhil looked at the huge rock with a diameter of several meters and asked: "So, how should we get in?"
"I can try blasting, meow." Pig Chop took out two detonators, "This time I have to prepare a lot of gunpowder, meow!"
"Don't worry yet." Gordon looked at the huge rock carefully, "I always feel that this thing may not be as strong as we thought, otherwise the monk would have warned us."
"Perhaps that guy is just out of his mind and forgot about it?" Feng Ying muttered.
Gordon ignored her and pressed his hand on the cracked rock. Before he could exert any force, the huge rock completely cracked and scattered into pieces.
Julius's eyes narrowed slightly, "It's really interesting."
Gordon moved his shoulder joints and said, "Everyone, are you ready?"
Hayata, Will, and three hunting cats came to the passage one after another.
"Set off!"
The moment he stepped into the restricted area, the sun and the sound of wind disappeared together.
What replaced it was a sky of boundless darkness and overwhelming scale powder.
The weeds on the ground were withered and yellow, as if they had been dead for a long time. On the ancient stone tower, the mostly weathered prayer flags were floating feebly, and everything around them gave off an unknown aura.
With a pin-pricking vision coming over him, Gordon turned to look at a dark corner. He was convinced that there was something hiding in that completely opaque shadow.
"It's coming."
Ghost medicine G, force-taking medicine G, hardening medicine G
The hunters began to pour potions into their mouths one after another. No amount of preparation was too much when facing creatures of the ancient dragon species.
Throwing away the potion bottle, Gordon pulled down his visor and stared into the darkness.
"Woo-"
The black air flow stirred, and the scales flew everywhere, but the sound it made was not the sound of wind, but a low howl like a cry, which made people's scalp numb.
The sense of gaze from the darkness always haunts them.
"Tsk, you're just pretending." Gordon was a little impatient. He stared at the darkness and took the initiative to release his momentum.
This obvious provocative move stimulated the being in the shadow. It flapped its wings, and the black airflow and scale powder surrounding it dispersed, revealing its true body hidden underneath.
A dazzling golden-white light filled the hunters' vision.
The body of fifteen or six meters long is not huge, but it is very well-proportioned. The combination of the strong limbs and strong wing claws gives people a strange sense of coordination.
It walked slowly, looking at the hunters who broke in.
The moment its eyes fell on Hayata, some memories from "past lives" were touched.
The golden-white ancient dragon roared, fluttered its wings and flew over the heads of the hunters with a blanket of scale powder, and then quickly climbed to an altitude of nearly a hundred meters.
It suddenly spread its wings, as if it had transformed into the sun, and its golden-white glow illuminated the entire forbidden area.
Julius' pupils narrowed.
The patterns on the stone walls of the temple and the patterns on the sealing rock of the restricted area overlap with the golden and white ancient dragon spreading its wings in front of him.
"So it turns out that this guy is what the divine pattern depicts?"
A flash of realization flashed in Julius's heart.
The gods they once believed in are the source of all troubles. The first-generation monk who discovered the truth is leading the dragon people to resist and finally "seal" it.
The "wind" that blew away the scale powder has since become the new belief of the Sinard people.
This is what the ancient legend is all about. (Note)
Looking at the bright light in the sky, overlooking all living beings like a god, waiting for the hunters to bow their heads and surrender, Gordon felt a sense of disgust in his heart for no reason.
This guy is not a sun that tears apart the darkness, but casts a cold light that casts shadows over the earth.
"It's really disgusting." Gordon took the lead and pulled out the sword.
The sounds of swords, double swords, and sharp blades being unsheathed sounded one after another.
"It's a monster after all." Will snorted coldly. He straightened up his spear and set up his big shield.
As the main vanguard, the spear user launched a shield charge and took the lead in the charge.
Ps.
I have never thought that Tianhaolong can give people any "sacred beauty" (Lan Mei is about the same). Excluding the color, this thing is exactly the shape of a devil + a gargoyle——
Coupled with the presence of Black Dragon and Oreo, it gives people the feeling of a devil wearing angel skin.
From the legends, to poems, to the elders and monks' descriptions of the Celestial Dragon, the people of Sinard Village are actually quite confused.
One moment, it is described as "light" and engraved in the temple for worship. The next moment, it becomes the culprit of disaster and is kept secret.
The explanation here is "former gods", which can barely combine these two attitudes, so it should be reasonable.
(End of chapter)
