Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

On the way, Weilin would always ask the silver-haired young man about the scene in his hometown, but the answer he got was always the same.

"Compared to my description, I want you to see it with your own eyes."

After tens of thousands of days and nights, the two brothers entered the land of disordered time and space.

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

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

"I know."

Weilin nodded heavily and walked forward step by step 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 time and space protection and open the way to the Temple of Time.

When he stepped into it, the passage was automatically closed.

Outside the Void Palace, four 800-meter 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 exuding a terrifying aura, and said.

"Be careful."

"I know."

After saying that, 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 silver dragons soared into the air, carrying the power of time and space to kill Weilin.

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

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

"Destroy them."

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

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

"Loska Mountain King, King of Time and Space, 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 to hold it, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, and then threw it to the silver-haired young man.

Looking at the flying long 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 once gave me the sword of Ilai, and I will return it now."

After the voice fell, the white-haired young man showed his true body, a thousand-meter-long silver dragon, and every scale on his body sealed a demon lord.

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

"I will fulfill the duties of the king of the giant beasts and protect the tribe."

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

The silver-haired young man retracted 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.

Every time the rules collided, the time of the demon lord sealed in the scales of the King of Mount Loska would be absorbed and continuously flowed into the body of the silver dragon to repair the injuries.

I don't know how long it took, when the last demon lord dissipated in despair, the power of the silver dragon itself began to be consumed.

Under the suppression of the world consciousness, it gradually showed a decadent trend.

In a time-space storm, half of the silver-haired young man's body was blown apart, 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 painful look on his face.

"I seem to remember something?"

"I am..."

"Don't say your name."

A cry engraved into the depths of his soul made Weilin stop talking to himself. After his strength was restored, he stood up and looked at the bodies of the four silver dragons, as if they were enlarged versions of the time-space dragons.

His consciousness relaxed, his body leaned back, and Weilin fell into the void, feeling a force pulling 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, his expression was a little struggling, and then he returned to his emotionless appearance and fell in front of the head of the King of Mount Loska.

"King of Mount Loska, 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 the race is my mission."

"The giant beasts have 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 blood descendants to protect."

"Mother of the World, thank you for your kindness, but I live and die in accordance with the will of my ancestors."

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

"I am worthy of the giant beasts, but I am ashamed of my children."

"Your merits and the contributions of the time and space giant beasts, I will never forget." The silver-haired young man raised his hand and grabbed the void, and two young beasts appeared in the Hall of Time.

"When the Desert Calendar begins, your two children will become the ancestors of the Space-Time Dragons, living in time for generations and guarding the long river of time. They can gain power from the future. They are the guardians of time, and they will be protected by me. This is my promise to you."

"Farewell, Mother World."

After saying the last sentence, the head of the King of Mount Loska disappeared.

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

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

"Brother, I'm leaving."

"I came here because of your thoughts. Leaving now proves that my mission has been completed."

The silver-haired young man looked at his brother who was about to leave, and used his own 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 leave eventually."

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

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

"You made me understand that I am not a tool, not a key."

"Brother, I am very happy too." Weilin reached out and touched the silver-haired young man's tears, and smiled and comforted him, "You let me see a different world and experience a different story."

"You are now, and I am also now."

"I wish you success in advance, brother."

"I can't see the Ice Kingdom, 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.

"I bless you too, my brother."

After the words fell, Weilin and the drop of golden blood disappeared completely.

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