I am God!

In a cemetery, Saren put the dragon's heart little by little into a box made of mountain copper.

Suddenly the dragon understood what Saren was about to do.

Evil dragons are not those weird creatures without wisdom, who instinctively cannot control their yearning for wisdom and human body.

He knew a lot, and of course he knew the weird consequences of cannibalism. Those people he swallowed before were later spit out as ritual materials.

And Sarenn is planning to make the dragon the core of this cemetery, let it decompose all the corpses buried here, and finally pollute it bit by bit.

And once the weirdness is completely polluted, when it releases the power of distortion, not only everything about itself will be distorted, but will eventually be broken down by a powerful force.

It took countless years for the world to finally stabilize.

Even if there is a problem with the weirdness, although the small amount of distortion power is not worth mentioning to this world, if it accumulates gradually, it may cause irreversible consequences.

It seems that there is a force and order in the dark, preventing this situation from deepening.

"Boom!"

The heart of the evil dragon knocked open the lid of the box in an instant, and wanted to run towards the outside, at the same time, a cloud of lightning gathered again.

But Saronen was no longer what he used to be. He was in his prime and the evil dragon only had one heart left. He stretched out his hand and directly pressed the beating metal heart and stuffed it back.

After struggling a few times, the dragon realized that he could not escape.

Finally gave up.

"You want to pollute me and turn me into another kind of weirdness?"

The dragon told Saren that even at this point he thought he would not die.

He was proud of his strange identity, and always looked down on mortals like Sarenen, even though Sarenen already possessed the same power as him.

"Even so, my real name will still be engraved on the pillar forever."

"As long as the pillar exists, my name will not disappear."

"When I take back all my power and remember my real name, I will still reappear in this world."

Saren said to him, "Who do you think you are?"

"It's just a monster despised by everyone, even the one who made you has abandoned you."

"Who in this world will remember your name, and no one will care whether you exist."

"When you yourself start to forget your name, you completely disappear from this world."

For a moment, the dragon was speechless.

Subsequently.

There was absolutely no sound.

Sarenen buried the orichan copper box in the cemetery and guarded it personally.

He let it decompose a large number of dragon people's corpses. At the beginning, the evil dragon could still talk to Sarenen, but later only crazy ravings remained.

By the end, he was completely insane, and all he could do was yell weirdly.

On this day, the beating heart in the orichalcum box expanded like a bubble in an instant, growing all kinds of deformed scales, limbs, claws, eyes, and tumors.

If what he devoured was a person of wisdom and power, he would release a more terrifying light of distortion at this moment, but in this world of this era, all people no longer have the dominant blood of wisdom and power.

But at this last moment, the dragon seemed to wake up.

He shouted into the distance.

"My name... is... called...."

Before he even called out his name, his consciousness was completely submerged.

At the last moment, he suddenly wanted to say his name. He originally wanted to only tell those his real companions, but at this time he didn't care anymore.

As long as there is one person who remembers his name, whether it is his enemies or those mortals whom he despises.

It’s okay.

But at the moment, no one wants to hear it, and no one cares.

Sarenn stood outside the cemetery, watching the terrifying scene.

He felt a powerful distortion force emanating from the dragon's body, spreading towards the surroundings.

But as soon as the distorted power appeared, it was immediately suppressed by another force. There was a faint invisible light falling from the sky, taking away the distorted power.

In an instant, the dragon's distortion was over.

His foamy body collapsed like a hill, and finally turned into a mass of black hard metal, exuding extraordinary fluctuations.

Saren once again confirmed what Helfas said. The strange immortality is relative. Their bodies and blood may be immortal, but they themselves can be killed in a certain sense and extent.

This time, he really killed the dragon.

The metal fused by this dragon is the black iron extracted from the minerals of the Full Moon Forest by Helfas, and the black iron, which was originally just an ordinary metal, has also been transformed into an extraordinary metal under the power and blood of the dragon. , just like the bronze oricylin created by Sarenn.

At this time, it seems a bit inappropriate to call it black iron.

Saren gave this extraordinary metal an advanced name: "Black Steel."

Next.

Saren used rituals to seal this newly born weirdness.

He imagined the image of the other party according to the characteristics he knew, and endowed him with new abilities and postures.

In the light of the ceremony, the black metal weirdly turned into a book bit by bit.

Saren gave it a name, and engraved its real name binding ceremony on the pillar.

"The Sealed Book of Helfas, the Black King!"

This is a bulky book made of metal, with a ferocious dragon head embossed on the cover that exudes black metallic luster.

[Sealed Artifact: The Sealed Book of Helfas the Black King]

[Ability 1: This book has the original power of the black iron dragon, and it is also the source of the black steel metal. The first-order sub-dragon that fuses the black iron metal to transform the body, and further integrates the black steel will be inherited by the black iron dragon. 】

[Ability 2: The person who created this book engraved the sealing ceremony of Helfas in this book, and transformed it and the inheritance of the black iron dragon. The black iron dragon can control the body to grow a secret sealing ceremony The scales of the magic circle, when someone uses it as a ritual carrier to seal Weird, Weird's real name will be engraved on this book, making it an extra page. 】

[Ability 3: When it accumulates enough power and the number of pages reaches the limit, it will generate a new sealed book, and only those who know the real name of this book can open it. 】

It can be said that this is an unimaginably powerful sealed item, and more importantly, it has a certain source of power.

Moreover, Sarenn was also combined with its characteristics through the power of the sealing ceremony.

The dragon disappeared completely.

All that remains are metal books with strange seals.

It also started from this day.

As a brand-new dragon professional, the black iron dragon has stepped onto the stage of history. They are the diffusers of the sealing power.

At the same time, it also ensures that the sealing power will not disappear in this world.
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60 years after Helfas left.

After Sa Luen produced the first dragon professional, several bronze dragons appeared one after another, and now he also has two black iron dragons.

Except for two of the dragons which were found elsewhere in the Full Moon Lands, the rest were all found outside the Full Moon Lands.

Some of the most powerful demon hunters have been tested and choose to embark on a journey to find dragons beyond the land of the full moon.

It took years and years to finally use the rituals to capture the monstrous power of the dragon.

Became a new life professional.

But these sub-dragons, not to mention the third-tier evil dragon, are even inferior to the second-tier sub-dragon that Sarenn took power from, all of them are only first-tier.

Their shapes are also strange, some of them have strange heads, some have a pair of carapaces, and only a few are born with wings, but the first-order dragons with wings are much smaller in size.

But even so, the horror of the existence of dragons was fully demonstrated by them.

I don't know how many demon hunters holding sealed items and wearing orichan copper amulets around their necks died on this road, and only a very small number of them managed to return.

period.

Some people have also tried to seal other weirdnesses into their bodies, but it is obvious that the carrier conditions required by other weirdnesses are completely different from those of dragons. Some of these people did not succeed at all, and died in the ceremony on the spot.

But this is still a good ending, and it's nothing.

Until one day a worse situation appeared, and a new monster with wisdom was born because of this. That monster caused a huge disaster in the full moon land, and then disappeared without a trace.

The same is true for the demon hunter who sealed the dragon. Some people failed to resist the shock of consciousness, which eventually led to the dragon gaining the upper hand and taking away the wisdom of the demon hunter.

This seems to be a very scary situation. While people are constantly taking the power of weirdness, they are also constantly creating weirdness with intelligence.

There are more and more dragon professionals, and there are more and more weird creatures with wisdom on this land.

But if they want to fight against the weirdness or even completely suppress the weirdness, they have to do so.

Even Saren himself didn't know how to solve this problem completely.

Outside the full moon forest.

The land that originally belonged to the Golden Tribe is currently building a brand new city.

"You guys are so old, how can you still be energetic."

"Why do guys like you and the farmer live so long? Is it because you can live longer if you stay in one place all day long?"

Sa Luen looked at the resigned recording officer, who had obviously started to retire, and ran over when he heard that he was going to build the city, and wanted to participate in it no matter what.

This old man is already 90 or [-] years old, and people of his generation basically died a long time ago, but he lived an exceptionally long life.

And recently, he seems to have rejuvenated, running around all day, giving pointers on how to build and plan the city.

As the main promoter of the establishment of the Black Iron City step by step, it seems that there are not many people who have more say than him.

The old man smiled with his mouth open, and there were no teeth in it.

"Why not energetic, I am happy because of the old man."

"We're about to have a second city, and there's even a third, and a fourth."

"I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

"I don't want to die until this day comes."

Saren laughed and he couldn't help saying.

"Third and fourth?"

"Then you have to tear me apart and melt it in the furnace."

"But even so, it may not be possible to establish a third city."

Although it seems that only one city is built, it is not difficult for the Land of the Full Moon to gather strength to do such a thing, and it is not even a problem to build ten or eight.

But the difficulty is not building a city, but how to prevent all kinds of weird monsters from invading the city if faced with the next weird impact.

In addition to some powerful monsters that are very intuitive and bring disasters, some monsters that look very weak are equally terrifying. They will appear quietly in crowded places, causing plagues or various problems for people, and causing large-scale disasters invisibly. The disaster and people can't find the source at all.

But this newly established city can prevent this problem to a certain extent.

Because the most fundamental power to build this city is to manufacture a large amount of orichanite into various forms, and arrange them in various places to form a barrier and suppress the weird domain.

Sarenn squeezed himself desperately, reluctant to use the orichanite that had been stored for decades, and finally allowed the city to start construction.

But of course there is no way to compare this place with Black Iron City. It can only be said that Orichalcum, an extraordinary metal, exudes the breath of life species to cover up the breath of a large number of people gathered, and at the same time can suppress most of the low-level weirdos who dare to attack here. Drive away some of the weirdness that comes close to here.

But when encountering some very powerful monsters, it is unrealistic to use this city alone to deal with them.

However, the land of the full moon now is different from tens of hundreds of years ago.

They have already mastered a lot of sealed items, they have existences like demon hunters, and at the same time they have extraordinary professionals like dragons.

Even if there is a problem, at least it is no longer hopeless.

They are able to fight the monsters that are drawn to them, and even drive them off and defeat them.

No matter how you say it, Sarenen has taken a brand new step, truly bringing the era of the city to a complete conclusion.

The old man asked Sa Luen: "King, have you thought about the name of this city yet?"

Sa Luen: "Think about it, call it Bronze City!"

The old man thought the name was good. Bronze was the symbol of Saron. In a sense, this place would be a trace of his legacy in history and civilization.

"Black Iron City, Bronze City."

"It's a good name, just call it this."

In the distance, there was a person walking by with something on his shoulders. The old man seemed to have noticed something wrong. He ran over and shouted and reprimanded him, demanding that the person correct him.

After he came back, he said to Sarenn contentedly.

"After doing this, I can completely close my eyes."

Sarenen told the record officer old man: "Actually, I have also felt some changes in my body recently."

Old man: "What change?"

Sarenen: "I found that some things are different from what we imagined. The weird immortality seems to be not as powerful as we imagined. I used to think that their immortal bodies were only bodies, but in the end I found out that their bodies are actually dying too."

"It's just that they are reborn after continuous death, and the span of time is so long that we can't feel it."

The old man didn't understand, so he said, "What are you talking about?"

Sarenen looked at the old man and said, "This body of mine is sending out a signal to remind me that I can die and come back to life again." "But I was thinking, if the person who died and came back to life, Will it still be me?"

But luckily.

This kind of reminder that he can die is just a reminder rather than a mandatory one.

Saren felt that he could continue his immortality and live longer.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not that you are forced to die, so you must choose to live longer!"

Saren shook his head: "It doesn't seem that simple."

Because after this premonition appeared in the body, even stranger things happened.

Of course, he shouldn't accept this kind of death, but his body seems to be eager for this kind of death, and his body is telling him that this kind of death reincarnation will bring him great benefits.

Saren didn't know.

Every time the threshold of 100 years is approached, the species of life can choose to step into the reincarnation and return to the initial state, and each reshaping will increase their divine blood. They are growing their own heritage in this reincarnation. Let them finally break through a certain threshold.

Let it only be the second level, but only go to the limit of the third level, and then go up again.

But although he didn't know the specific reason, he felt a part of the message.

"I instinctively feel that this is beneficial. Every death and rebirth should make me stronger."

"Potentially, let me grow stronger even more, maybe even after how many rebirths, become the most powerful monster we have ever seen."

The old man asked him: "Aren't you strong enough?"

"Using death to win a more powerful but uncertain result."

"It's a bit risky, and is it necessary?"

Sarenn said: "What is my power compared with the most terrible monstrosities?"

"Our background is too shallow. The entire full moon land is changing rapidly at present. It looks like a fire is burning. In fact, it is like a candle in the night wind. It will be extinguished as long as it is blown lightly."

"If we stop, we will end up being destroyed."

Saren sat on the newly paved steps and looked into the distance.

"No matter what, I can't let what Helfas created disappear in this world."

The old man could understand Sarenen's sense of crisis, but besides helping the other party build the city, he couldn't help him much in this regard.

He could only walk forward, into the dusty and extremely busy construction site.

Next.

The old record officer patrolled the city's construction sites every day, monitoring and discovering various problems, guiding craftsmen and new officials to complete various tasks.

He braced himself and stared at the city's buildings every morning and night, for fear of any problems.

But although he looks very energetic, he is still old after all.

One morning he lay prone on the table, closed his eyes and never opened them again.

Sarenen got the news and hurried to the house where the record officer lived.

He stood by the table, looking at the smile on the other person's face at the last moment, his original sad and eager expression suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but joked.

"You old fellow."

"What dream are you doing?"

just.

He was joking, but he was extremely sad in his heart.

At the same time, I also feel that the responsibility on my back has become heavier.
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On this day, Saron brought a group of people to the Farmer's Tribe.

There are already several oil bread tree farmland here, and the farmland is connected into one piece, and the scene of a large number of figures working in it is very spectacular.

Not only here, the oil bread tree farmland has been split step by step over the past few decades, and now it has gradually spread to the entire land of the full moon.

Of course it can't be called everywhere, but some large tribes will definitely have a piece or two of oil bread farmland.

This is not only because the oil bread tree can produce stable food, but also because the place where the oil bread tree farmland is planted can block the breath of people to a certain extent and prevent ordinary wild beasts from attacking the village.

Although it has no effect on fighting against weirdness, owning a piece of oil bread tree farmland can indeed greatly enhance the viability of a tribe.

However, as the number of bread tree fields increases, the speed of splitting and derivation will also increase exponentially, and one day it will truly spread all over the land of the full moon.

Even in all areas where dragon people live.

And Sarenen came here today to witness the farmer's inheritance.

Although the farmer has long since stepped down as the leader of the tribe, the sealed item farmer hat he owns, which was sealed and named by Helfas himself, has never been handed over to anyone else.

Recently, the farmer's health is very bad, it seems that he has a premonition of something.

Finally decided to hand over his sealed artifact to the younger generation.

The holy place of the altar of the peasant tribe, you can see that there is a statue of Helfas erected here, and everyone gathers in front of the altar to discuss.

"That's the first farmer's hat that the Black King personally sealed. Why did he give it to such a young man?"

"This is the treasure of our tribe."

"Master Farmer said that young people are inheritance and hope, so he chose a child."

Standing beside the farmer as a witness, Sarenn could see that the farmer's health was indeed very poor, and he couldn't even stand still.

He took the hat off his head, and when he wanted to put it on the young man's head, he leaned forward and almost fell to the ground.

Sa Luen reacted quickly and supported him calmly.

This made him put the hat on the opponent's head little by little.

He then straightened the hat little by little, the whole process seemed to be very careful, and there was a bit of reluctance.

In a daze, he remembered what he had said to Helfas.

"If, like you said, we can maintain this inheritance from generation to generation, what will it become in the end? Will it break the rules and become different from before?"

The farmer raised his head and looked at the others. This exceptionally long-lived old man said to everyone present.

"From today, Farmer is no longer my name alone."

"You're all farmers, everyone is."

"The farmer will not disappear, just like Helfas's will, his words, and his city."

"He will never die because he lives on us."

"I will not die either, my life will continue on your body."

He glanced at the young people present, as well as the children.

"Every child, every human being is a symbol of our immortality."

"This is the power of our intelligent race, the power beyond those weirdnesses."

"We will pass on what we have from generation to generation."

Everyone saluted the farmer and understood why the farmer chose a young adult to inherit his sealed item.

The farmer accepted everyone's salutes frankly, and watched the entire tribe approaching a thousand people.

This is a prosperous tribe ranked among the top few in the Land of the Full Moon.

In the past, he was only one person, and the peasant tribe with only a few dozen people had unknowingly become what he is now.

During these years.

He has witnessed the changes in the entire land of the full moon, witnessed the birth of farmland, caravans, and cities, and watched the people of the land of the full moon merge into one.

He has witnessed the confrontation between man and weirdness, the rise of civilization, and he has also seen infinite hope in it.

He looked at this unchanging world, which was completely broken by the person who appeared out of nowhere.

The farmer smiled.

Helfas's answer to him rang in his ears.

"Of course, it's going to get better, it's going to be more prosperous, there's going to be things that haven't been there before."

Everything in the past is really coming true one by one.

After the inheritance of the sealed item ends.

The farmer must take a walk in the farmland with Sarenen, the heir of Helfas and his good friend.

But after he took a few steps, he couldn't move anymore, so Sarenen picked him up and walked forward in the direction he pointed.

He was in his 40s when he first met Helfas. For people of this era, he is no longer young, and he is even said to be getting old.

But he never expected that he would live to be more than 110 years old, which is like a miracle for the people in the full moon land, and it seems that there is no one who can live longer than him.

The oiled-bread farmer's hat that has been worn on his head and this farmland seem to have given him new life and strong vitality.

But when the hat was completely removed and disconnected, he was finally swept away by the weakness in his body. Even if he had the magical sealed item in his hands, he was still just an ordinary person in essence.

"Go forward, go left, yes, this is it."

"This is where we defeated the human-faced tree that wanted to come back to life, and this is where Helfas handed over the hat to me."

"We sat under the wall here and ate breadfruit together. He liked it very much and could eat several at a time. He said he had never eaten such a delicious thing."

"He told me that after death, there will be things like bubbles floating in the sky. Everyone is dreaming and remembering, but I can't see anything."

The farmer kept reminiscing with his old friends, some memories were blurred, and some he remembered very clearly.

In the sun, the fruit of the oil bread field is golden.

At last the farmer came to the edge of the oil-bread field where he had bid farewell to Helfas.

The farmer leaned on Saren's shoulders and looked into the distance vigorously.

That day, Helfas looked back from a distance.

Seeing the farmer standing among the fields of oil bread trees is like a scarecrow guarding his fields.

At that time, the farmer was also watching him from a distance.

He watched the man with the basket on his back walking on the road, as if he was full of hope and walked towards the future.

The two waved goodbye, looking forward to meeting again after each goodbye.

But after all, after saying goodbye once, they embarked on the two paths of farewell.

The farmer was satisfied with the current situation and regretful that he would never see Helfas again, and finally said to Salenn.

"merchant!"

"Everything is hard-won, and we must not let it disappear."

After that, he lay on Saren's back and there was no more sound.

Salun stood in the field with the farmer behind his back, motionless.

After becoming the new king, he has finally felt the feeling that Helfas used to feel a little bit all these years.

From initial confusion to later firmness.

When countless people have lost their lives for the road you chose, and have paid their whole lives for you, you will know what it means to never retreat.

And the farmer's departure at this moment also made Sarenn more determined and persistent about the future.

He took a deep breath and let it out.

He clearly knew that this was the last farewell, but he couldn't help but say it.

"Farmer, goodbye!"

The death of the recorder and the farmer seemed to announce the complete end of an era.
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Bright sunny day.

In the golden farmland under the sun.

A colorful bubble floated slowly from the farmer's body, rippling above the sea of ​​clouds.

The law of creation was activated, leading him to the other side of the dream world, and embarked on the road to the kingdom of creation.

In the dream of life.

He was still standing in his farmland, and the dead pet primitive bird fell from the sky and stood on his shoulder.

He stood where he was, guarding the fruits like a scarecrow.

In a daze, he walked forward until he reached the border of the farmland.

It was also the place where he once bid farewell to Helfas.

Sudden.

He saw a young figure with a basket on his back walking towards his oil bread farmland on the road in the distance, and that figure made him feel very familiar.

He froze for a moment, watching the young black-haired man walk up to him.

The other party raised his head and asked him, "How is it? Has the Land of the Full Moon changed for the better? Is there anything new?"

There was no regret on his face anymore, and he replied happily: "Of course, it's just like what you said at the beginning." (End of this chapter)