In front of any thinking creature, tell him bluntly that he does not belong to his current identity, and the first reaction will be either suspicion or anger.
It's like scolding the Black King that you are not a dragon, you are a crawling toad, and you also show him the evidence that he is cold-blooded and that he is not a constant temperature.
For the first time in his life, Qin Li faced a mysterious being who told him that he was not a dragon, but could only be regarded as a fragment of ancient power, a combination of elemental power.
Does Qin Li really want to believe it? He didn't want to believe it, so he doubted the dream and the authenticity of the history Heimdall showed him.
So after listening to the creature's self-introduction, he suddenly attacked the blurry figure in front of him.
Although the Word Spirit cannot be used in this dream, he can still cause some damage with his ability and speed.
"You brave little thing." The figure made of snow flakes did not dodge, letting him split it with his palm, and then slowly condensed again.
"After all, you can't just believe it all at once. Who knows if you want to use me as a gunman too." Qin Li cast a cold eye and rushed forward again, "How are you going to prove that you are not me or Lu Ming?" Ze, this is just imaginary, proves that you are really a prophet and a senior?"
"Hula -" This time, all the gathered snow flakes were completely blown away. Qin Li leaned forward slightly, listening to the wind carefully, looking for Heimdall's whereabouts.
"It seems that the third perspective of history is not shocking enough..." A weak voice came through the wind. Qin Li turned around quickly, but his sight was blocked by the wind and snow, "Then don't blame me for being too rude."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Li felt that his strength began to be absorbed by the cold wind, and he could no longer take a step forward. He tried hard to open his eyes, trying to look out of the strong wind, or use his hearing to find a breakthrough. But he found that his body was slowly receding in the wind and snow.
What! He felt that he was in the center of a huge whirlpool, but was being sucked out by the wind from all directions. Although he was in a dream, he could almost feel his stiffness, and it seemed that he would be torn to pieces in the next second.
"These are..." He could no longer see or hear. He only felt that as his body disappeared, there was a lot of information that did not belong to him, integrating with him.
The first seed that collided in the chaos broke out from the sea and grew into a giant tree. The giant tree was surrounded by its newly created living creatures. The black dragon was pressed underground by the roots of the tree...
Every vine and memory of the branches of the giant tree went through Qin Li's mind. In a trance, Qin Li also saw himself nailed to the stone tower and saw Fu Jin persisting day and night. Relentlessly looking for him, he saw Kungunir being picked up by human hands and stabbed into the boy's heart...
"You can stop." In the chaos, Heimdall's voice seemed to come through the water, giving Qin Li some room to breathe. He was released by the whirlpool of wind and snow, and felt his body again perception.
"Be careful, don't be absorbed by the dream. How about it? Did you know a lot of things?"
Qin Li covered his eyes. He finally believed it, because he saw how he transformed from a collection of simple elements into a dragon, resurrected on the corpse of the previous dragon, and then learned to look like his sister, becoming a dragon. The Dragon King.
"Heimdall," he said, his tone calm.
"Yes, I'm here." Heimdall no longer looked like a shape made of wind and snow, but turned into a boy who looked exactly like Qin Li.
"The Black King cannot create equal twins because you are not really dead. You are the 'Wind King' and the earliest child of the sky." Qin Li looked at Heimdall as if he was looking in a mirror. Dar followed his example and covered his eyes.
"Yes, I was seriously injured at the time. The power lost in that way can only create a dragon."
The Black King ate the World Tree and took away part of the power from it, so Qin Luo came back from the dead, and Qin Li was born naturally, a by-product outside Nidhogg's rules.
"In a sense, you are one of me." Heimdall released his hand covering his eyes, moved closer to Qin Li, and looked at him carefully.
"That's why you said at that time, I was looking in the mirror. You are from the past and cannot know the future." Qin Li looked directly into Heimdall's golden eyes without the whites of the eyes. This was really a bit cautious.
"But the owner of the causal line is still you." The moment Qin Li spoke, Heimdall opposite him also spoke. Seeing the young man's surprise, Heimdall smiled.
"You are really a child. I think this is good. I don't like little brats like Constantine who always like to imitate adults."
"This is too dramatic." Qin Li curled his lips, "What is the line of cause and effect?"
Heimdall blinked, "For example, in reality, your sister and you were born together in the eyes of the Black King, but in her memories, she only remembers that she was almost killed twice, and it was she who found you."
"At that time, I deleted a causal line, so that your sister could not have the normal affection of twins towards you." Heimdall touched his chin, as if thinking about something, "I originally wanted you to become independent from her earlier, but I can I don’t want your power to have anything to do with the Black King’s bloodline, but it seems the effect is not good now, I made a mistake.”
This fact made Qin Li feel a little complicated, "Do you hate black dragons as much as she does?"
Heimdall smiled and shook his head, "How could that be? I just tried my best to survive and fought against him. Now I don't think so anymore."
"The black dragon broke the original balance and made the mother of the world disappear, because it was his pursuit of power and power that led to the distribution of elements, which is the exclusive power of dragons to manipulate earth, fire, geomantic omen." Heimdall Reach out and let a giant tree rise in the dreamland. The branches of the giant tree are lush, and creatures thrive under its feet, full of vitality.
"That was the old world. After the black dragon died, people created a new world without the old history." Heimdall waved his hand. The giant trees and creatures sank to the bottom of the sea, and a huge door blocked Xiang it and Qin Li. The incoming sea water, "But humans have not been able to completely eliminate the residue of this imbalance, so I came back."
It turned to Qin Li, and only one golden eye looked at him, "I want the remnants of the old world to disappear completely, completely close this door to other species, and let a new throne be born behind the door."
"I just want to guard the door and restore at least half of the reality of the world." It stepped forward and hugged Qin Li, "Remember that you were once the darling of World Tree."
Qin Li did not speak. The truth he had been pursuing, the empty history he had been seeking, invaded his original life and cognition in this dream, and some of his original beliefs and past collapsed.
He no longer has to worry about the weirdness of being a dragon but empathizes with humans, no longer has to worry about what his sister really thinks of him, and he no longer has to think about Cassel and Gattuso.
He also imagined a new world, a new world without the dark side, nailing all the kings into bronze coffins? Just like what I saw in the dream, there are no dragons, no Kassel, people live their own lives, and there are no dragons at the end of the world.
Heimdall knew very well what he was thinking, and it gave Qin Li a new definition very straightforwardly, making him seem to be liberated and start thinking about things other than the Dragon Clan.
Desire is never-ending. This is Qin Luo's creed as a dragon. She lives to the end with every new goal.
Hatred never ends, Kassel slaughtered the dragon because of hatred, but no one knows where the hatred started. It was originally just a fight for racial equality, and finally turned into a thousand-year-long fight. The dragons fell asleep, woke up, and then died again. Being killed, people resisted, sacrificed, and hated again. Norton and Jormungandr fell in, and those who were hurt and still alive were also in pain.
The businessmen led by Gattuso pursue power comparable to the Black King and want to be as dazzling as the sun. They are no different from the first people who sacrificed girls to dragons to obtain hybrids. In the end, they became like the dark side monarchs. Cooperate, and Qin Luo pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger as a test product to test the evolution of the hybrid monarch.
Since I have long felt that it is not any of these three, I might as well calm down and choose the path that is right in front of me.
"Then, clean up this world." Qin Li pushed Heimdall away, and Heimdall said with a smile, "We must change the world created by Yggdrasil back to its original and most authentic appearance."
When it lowered its head, there was a hint of sadness, "How can a world with only dragons be considered real... I, and many other beings, need a world that can accommodate 'special' and 'monsters'."
monster? Qin Li shook his head, and Heimdall explained:
"A world where monsters can survive is one that turns monsters into ordinary people."
When I wake up from the dream——
In the snowfields of Northern Siberia, a boy whose clothes were badly worn was walking along an unknown mountain road. He walked unsteadily and finally leaned against a cedar tree.
Despite all the hard work, Qin Li left the mysterious gatekeeper giant Heimdall. With a new state of mind, he left the doomsday sect full of conspirators. He looked at his arms because he was close to Lu Mingzehao and Heimdall for the last time. When contacted, it took a lot of energy to first receive the memories of World Tree and Heimdall. I don’t know if it is because the modified mercury is not very toxic, or if it comes into contact with Kunguni who is operating the realm of death. In my true body, this arm did not revive on its own as it usually did in the Nibelungen, but simply shrank little by little.
Forget it, he is not a real dragon anyway, at most he is a medium of power. Qin Li took out his dagger and stabbed it hard, removing the entire arm. The hot blood splashed on the bark of the tree, but there was no trace of it. The ground flows, but slowly gradually becomes less.
This is probably the most unique feature of the sky and the wind. The terrifying recovery ability is also part of the "divine power". Qin Li bandaged his broken arm first. Based on his own experience, after about a day and a half, the hand was still there. Can grow back on its own.
He knew the Δ plan and the actions of many formations. Now, he finally had the intention to go to the stage again to witness the decline of the old king.
Seriously be a villain, for both dragons and humans.
The ones who want to be destroyed are the Dragon Clan and Cassell and his party who are related to the Dragon Clan.
