Swallowing... Qin Li could feel that he seemed to be able to understand it, and he also knew a lot of knowledge that he didn't know before.
He read a lot of knowledge about alchemy, turning nothing into something, death into life, and the original appearance of the world before dusk.
Heimdall, the earliest dragon, a willing observer on the World Tree, the gatekeeper of the ends of the world and its mysteries.
Because he was killed by the black dragon and finally returned to the World Tree, would the price for accepting this power be becoming the next one to merge with the World Tree and lose himself?
It didn't matter, Qin Li looked around, looking at the empty, lonely, dilapidated ruins of the city. How could anyone think about the meaning of his existence all day long? He was tired of dragons, so he would end it all.
"You know, I have seen a prophet before, that is, the earliest alchemist, that low-level dragon. Its life is extremely proud and humble," Heimdall's voice sounded softly, "It hates The Dragon Clan was so proud and complacent that it hated this restrictive Blood Mourning. It used the legacy of the World Tree to create an alchemical miracle, and finally it chose to disappear completely. Before that, it had a song..."
Well, now Qin Li also knows these stories, and he is recalling them with Heimdall in his mind.
In the new world of dreams, the bronze mountains melt and become stairs on the ground;
The ever-standing rocks collapse and become the new sea floor;
The water is frozen, light and shadow are missing
Finally, the storm of eternal night destroys the old era...
Let the dark shadow of despair be unable to move forward in the light.
"Heimdall, you seem to know my sister very well. You even changed the causal line so that she never cares about me, which directly breaks the logic of twins." Qin Li stood up, took off again, and rushed towards the stone tower. Go over, stop on the huge bronze nail that nailed you in the past, and look at the other end of the Nibelungen.
"Of course... because your sister is not a good thing. Even without me, she would be like this..." Heimdall smiled mysteriously, "If I let you two love each other, you will be here for the rest of your life. Being used as a weapon, I didn't have any thoughts of my own, so I took action. Although I tried my best to hide your identity, your sister knew that you were not the same kind, so she naturally distanced herself from you, so that I could get in touch with you."
Yes, because of the separation of his twin blood relatives, he finally found the truth in Black Swan Port. This can be regarded as another way of return.
"This is me trying to cultivate your innovative ideas super super super remotely." Heimdall said this with a bit of guilt.
"Sometimes I wonder, why are you Heimdall and not World Tree?" Qin Li was speechless. He always felt that this question was unsolvable, just like when he was studying politics in high school, is the world material or spiritual? , various debates, it seems that Heimdall is also a contradiction.
But this time, there was no more Heimdall's voice. Qin Li stood on the stone tower. There was a small gap around the place where he was nailed. This was what he had dug out from the tower over time. In a suitable space He created his own egg, filling the gap between the upper and lower floors of the stone tower with new energy to create a secret room-like space.
In the distance opposite the old city, there was also a tall tower. It was made of ivory and shone brightly. Qin Li looked at the ivory tower that looked several times taller in the distance from the stone tower. He did not stay long and turned down. .
"The remnants of the White King... let's try to recover it first."
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At night, Japan's Genji Heavy Industries.
Employees in black uniforms moved many cardboard boxes back and forth in the employee elevator. Data, property, equipment and other things were carried to the warehouse. They lined up neatly and orderly waiting for the command. Someone in the team got out of the elevator. He paused for a moment and lowered his hat.
Deeper in the warehouse, the light was dim. After putting down the cardboard boxes containing various items in their hands, the well-trained employees retreated and returned to the upper floor to carry them again.
After the person at the end of the line put down the box, he turned to look at the other employees. Since he was the last one, not many people seemed to notice him.
He walked quickly inside, past the neatly stacked cardboard boxes, and walked into the depths that exuded a faint woody fragrance.
But what he didn't expect was that in the deeper warehouse, there was a group of employees walking out.
"Hey, who are you? Don't you know you can't come in here?" the employee leading the team asked in Japanese, "I remember I told you, and the family owners also notified you..."
The leading employee approached the person who broke in rashly and pushed him to go out. "This is an upper level place. Ordinary employees are not allowed to approach without orders..."
"Kacha!" After a flash of light, in front of the three or two employees in the back row, the captain who had been trying to talk to this person just now spurted blood from the base of his neck, as if most of his upper body had been covered in blood. Split.
"No!" Someone reacted first and shouted, while others were at a loss. One wanted to retreat to the restricted area of the warehouse, while the other ran out.
"Hmm!" Another flash of sword light flashed, and the two people who tried to escape were killed with one blow. The man let go of his hand and let his body with a huge gash fall down.
"Who is it?" But people who heard the noise after getting out of the elevator rushed over and were stunned when they saw the body on the ground. Soon, employees came over and confronted the man.
The man still didn't take off his hat, but swung the short knife to his side, and the blood drops on the knife slowly fell to the ground.
Within a few minutes, the warehouse that had been noisy just now was completely silent. The murderer stamped his feet a few times, as if he felt bad about the thick blood. He found a pair of clean shoes of the same size on the dead employee and put them on. He walked towards the space behind the wooden door.
He slowly moved closer to look at the murals on the walls that smelled of blood and grease, one after another, the bones and blood of the White King, the exchange with the earliest ancestors of Japan, the blood-red river, and the barren land.
Most of these are consistent with what he knows, and there are no big differences. The murals just beautify a blood transaction. The White King is indeed famous for his scheming.
Just this last mural... He stopped and looked up at this last wall.
The last mural is completely different from the previous ones with bright colors. The spell-like graffiti miraculously combines to form a pair of golden eyes. The whole painting has no specific shape that can be distinguished, it is just a pile of ancient words. Ten thousand people can see ten thousand possible things. This is something that only that race can understand.
The secret of the White King was left by the ancestors of the White King's descendants. If you get closer and smell it carefully, you will find that this painting has the same smell of blood and grease as the previous paintings, but also has a faint smell of decay, which is the smell of the sea.
"...Ding..." A faint voice in the distance brought the thinking man back to his senses. He smiled mischievously, wiped the blood on the dagger with the hem of his clothes, and approached the final mural.
The elevator door opened, and Chu Zihang and Caesar in disguise walked in holding cardboard boxes. As they got deeper, the bloody scene hidden in the shadows was completely revealed.
The people in the warehouse rolled up the murals and came out quickly. After looking around, they suddenly discovered a new customer in the warehouse.
"Did you run in from the elevator shaft...Okay," he smiled and pointed in the direction of the new guest, "Go over there and get out of the way."
"Hiss—"
