Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

During the journey, Weilin would always ask the silver-haired young man about the scene in his hometown, but the answers he got were always the same.

"I would rather you see it with your own eyes than tell me about it."

After tens of thousands of days and nights, the two brothers entered a place where time and space were disordered.

"Follow me closely and don't get lost."

The silver-haired boy looked back at his brother and repeated himself.

"I see."

Weilin nodded heavily and walked forward step by step, following in his brother's footsteps.

After killing more than a thousand giant beasts, the two came to a place outside the time and space barrier.

The silver-haired young man raised his hand and used the power of world consciousness to break through the space-time defenses and open up the way to the Temple of Time.

Once you step in, the passage will automatically close.

Outside the Void Palace, four 800-meter-long silver dragons stood side by side, with fighting spirit in their eyes.

"Brother, leave this to me."

Weilin took out the black spear, took a few steps forward, looked at the four giant beasts that exuded a terrifying aura, and spoke.

"Be careful."

"I see."

After saying this, Weilin took a step forward, came into the air, looked directly at the silver dragon, waved his black spear, and rushed forward without saying a word.

Four giant silver dragons rose into the sky, carrying the power of time and space and charging towards Weilin.

The void vibrated, the rules expanded with each other, and countless streams of light burst out.

Retreating tens of thousands of meters, three figures flew out from between Weilin's eyebrows, one black, one white, and one red.

"Destroy them."

……

Stepping into the Temple of Time, the silver-haired young man looked at the white-haired young man floating in the air and bowed slightly.

"Son of Meiloner, when you were born, I blessed you. In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, and you and I have become enemies. How unpredictable things are!"

"Lord of Loskasan, Lord of Space and Time, I admire your efforts to protect the world of Ilaria."

"The world needs to continue to fight, and the giant beasts have become an obstacle."

A long sword slowly emerged from the void. The white-haired young man raised his right hand and grasped it, with a nostalgic look in his eyes, and then threw it to the silver-haired young man.

Looking at the flying sword, the silver-haired young man raised his hand to catch it. A powerful force squeezed the surrounding space, and countless streams of light emerged, singing the deeds of the silver-haired young man.

"The world gave me the sword of Eli, and I now give it back."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired young man revealed his true form, a kilometer-long silver dragon, with each scale on his body sealing a demon lord.

"In the name of the King of Mount Loska, I formally declare war on you, the son of Melonor, Ya Ilaria."

"I will fulfill my duty as the king of the giant beasts and protect the tribe."

The terrifying sound waves shattered the top of the Temple of Time, revealing endless void.

The silver-haired young man put away the silver spear, held the sword of Eli in his hand, and declared calmly: "I, the son of Meloner, Ya Ilaria, accept your declaration of war, the king of Mount Loska."

The next moment, an energy storm swept around.

With every clash of rules, the time of the demon lord sealed in the scales of the King of Mount Loska will be absorbed and continuously flow into the body of the silver dragon to repair its injuries.

An unknown amount of time passed before the last demon lord dissipated in despair and the power of the silver dragon itself began to be consumed.

Under the suppression of world consciousness, it gradually showed signs of decadence.

In a space-time storm, half of the silver-haired young man's body was blown away, and the next moment it was restored under the colorful light.

Outside the Temple of Time, Weilin stuck his spear into the ground with a look of pain on his face.

"I seem to remember something?"

"I'm……"

"Don't tell your name."

A cry that was engraved deep in his soul made Weilin stop talking to himself. After his strength was restored a little, he stood up and looked at the corpses of the four silver dragons, which seemed like enlarged versions of time and space dragons.

As his consciousness relaxed, his body leaned back, and Weilin fell into the void, feeling a force pulling at his consciousness.

Above the Temple of Time, the silver-haired young man borrowed the power of the world to smash the body of the King of Mount Loska.

A silver head fell to the ground and hit the throne.

The silver-haired young man felt the breath of his brother and his expression struggled a little, then he returned to his emotionless appearance and landed in front of the head of the King of Mount Loska.

"King of Loska Mountain, if you surrender, I can reshape your soul and body."

“No.” The silver dragon head said, “I am the king of Mount Loska, the king of the giant beasts. Fighting for my race is my mission.”

"The behemoth race has decayed and become a burden to the world. As long as you are willing to surrender, I can give the long river of time to you and your descendants to guard."

"Mother World, thank you for your kindness, but I was born and live according to the will of my ancestors."

As he spoke, the silver dragon's head began to slowly dissipate.

"I am not ashamed of the behemoth clan, but I am ashamed of my children."

"I will never forget your merits and contributions to the Space-Time Behemoth Clan." The silver-haired young man raised his hand and grabbed the void, and two cubs appeared in the Temple of Time.

"When the Desert Calendar begins, your two children will become the ancestors of the Spacetime Dragons. They will live in time from generation to generation and guard the long river of time. They will gain power from the future. They are the guardians of time. They will receive my protection. This is my promise to you."

"Farewell, Mother World."

After saying the last words, the head of the King of Loska Mountain disappeared.

The majestic and vast power dissipated, and the two cubs disappeared with it.

The silver-haired young man regained his composure on his face. He turned around and took a step forward, coming to his brother's side. Looking at the body that had become somewhat ethereal, he looked a little at a loss.

"Brother, I'm leaving now."

"I came here because of your thoughts, and now I leave to prove that my mission is accomplished."

The silver-haired young man looked at his brother who was about to disperse, and used his power to imprison him for a moment: "Lin, when I picked you up in the wilderness, looking at your appearance, I predicted that you would eventually leave."

"But I didn't expect it to be so soon. In less than two thousand years, you will be gone."

"Lin, you have been with me for a thousand years. I am very happy, really happy."

"You made me realize that I'm not a tool, not a key."

“Brother, I’m happy too.” Weilin reached out and touched the silver-haired young man’s tears, smiling and comforting him, “You’ve allowed me to see a different world and experience a different story.”

“You are in the present, and I am in the present.”

"I wish you success in advance, brother."

"I can't see the Ice Kingdom anymore, but I will see it in history."

"Brother, goodbye."

Looking at his brother who was about to leave, the silver-haired young man squeezed a drop of golden blood from his fingertips and sent it into his body.

"My blessing to you too, my brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, Weilin and the drop of golden blood disappeared completely.