After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Mu Heng looked at the man in black in the prison, his blue eyes hidden under his eyelashes, like a bottomless vortex.

After a few seconds, he turned his head to look at Wen Yao, and ordered:

"Remove his muzzle."

Wen Yao was shocked immediately: "Sir, wait a minute! If this is the case——"

After all, she has seen how extreme the other party is. If they let go and do something irrational, then all the efforts they have made so far will be in vain.

Wen Yao's voice made Zhuo Fu withdraw from the daze just now.

He forced his eyes away from that person, took a deep breath, and interrupted Wen Yao:

"Will not."

His tone was so sure that Wen Yao couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and subconsciously swallowed the rest of the words.

She glanced at Zhuo Fu fixedly.

Since individuals are all making the same judgment, then... there must be their reasons.

Just a click, the electromagnetic disappears, and the mouth hoop falls to the ground.

Through a layer of special glass, one can clearly see the black-robed man lying on the ground in embarrassment, the arched back twitching and undulating irregularly, and the overloaded lungs making a muddy sound like a broken bellows.

There was a dead silence in the laboratory, and the other party's rapid panting could only be heard through the glass.

Wen Yao felt her heart lift up slowly, and subconsciously put her palms on her waist to prevent the other party from suddenly getting violent.

In this case, the passage of time becomes extremely slow, and every second is suffering.

Finally, the man in black moved.

He raised his head, revealing a terrifying face like a ghost.

One eye was covered by a cloudy white cloud, with blue-purple throbbing blood vessels spreading across the skin, undried saliva and black-red bloodstains flowing between the gullies, he stared fixedly at no one with his only blue right eye that could see. Mu Heng in the distance gasped twice, and said in a hoarse voice that could not hear the original sound at all:

"Who told you about the soul...?"

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, and replied, "Time is safe."

The black-robed man's fingers on the ground began to convulse, his nails rubbed against the ground, making a crackling sound, and strands of blood oozed out.

Every word of his seems to be gritting his teeth, with blood in his mouth:

"……is that true?"

Mu Heng didn't answer.

He doesn't have to lie.

——He knew this, and the other party knew it too, but he didn't want to believe it, so he had to ask.

While Zhuo Fu was deep in thought, Mu Heng said: "After the last visit to the Rose District, I specifically checked the genealogy of the Mu family. Among all the Mu family, only one ancestor from 900 years ago is missing."

By now, the average lifespan of human beings has been greatly extended, and 900 years was only four generations ago.

Even so, this length of time is far beyond the time that normal humans can live, and it can almost be regarded as appalling.

Zhuo Fu's heart skipped a beat.

The Authority...was established around the same time.

He stood aside, staring at the man in black robe not far away, and without warning, the meaningful words of the director of the bureau in the basement of the bureau appeared in his mind.

He couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

He is the director of the research institute, and all research projects must go through his hands. However, Zhuo Fu has never heard of the fire dragon skull below the ground of the Authority.

——Because the fire element contained in it was too violent, it was not handed over to the research institute for secret research?

Why did he believe such a nonsense reason so easily?

The director said that the magic conversion equipment was made by the previous dean.

However, since Zhuo Fu took office, he has read all the research logs from the establishment of the Administration to the present, and this so-called magic power conversion project has never appeared even once.

Zhuo Fu was sure that if he went to retrieve the so-called "capture operation" from the log of the Combat Division, he would also find nothing.

There is only one possibility.

The method is dirty and the origin is not right, so it cannot be recorded.

That's why when they heard Shi'an's request, the management's top management seemed so caught off guard.

Because in their plan, no one should know the existence of this skull.

Carefully he broke the silence:

"...Is its death related to the Administration?"

After dropping this sentence heavily, the man in black robe slowly shifted his gaze to Zhuo Fu's body, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a ferocious and terrifying smile:

"……What do you think?"

Zhuo Fu's heart sank.

In this case, he probably understands why there is no information related to the dragon skull in all the files - it has been here since the establishment of the Authority, and it is not as simple as "seized by the previous director in an operation" .

"But the Authority only has skulls here..."

His voice was a little pale.

The man in black sneered:

"Because you only have the skulls that are the most guarded."

For 900 years, they tried various means to recover the remains of the fire dragon.

Redemption, robbery, deception, and finally got back most of the body fragments.

But only the skull has been unable to yield any clues.

Perhaps it is because the magic power contained in it is the strongest and most precious, so the Administration keeps a secret about it, and even the insiders they planted in the Administration cannot obtain any information related to it.

"The road ahead is always covered in blood, isn't it"

The man in black read out these words in a mocking tone.

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of disgust, and he asked word by word: "Even if the foundation of modern society is built on blood and pain, as long as it can evolve and develop, all behaviors will have Perfectly valid reason, no?"

He stood up, walked slowly and staggeringly towards the glass in front of him, stared at the three people standing outside, his voice sounded like a whisper from hell:

"How great is the combination of technology and magic... What a trans-epochal, century-old discovery."

Under your feet is a false splendor piled up with crime and horror... how beautiful and how ugly.

The man in black laughed softly, but there was no smile in that voice, instead it was more like a mournful wail:

"The debt owed by humans can only be repaid through death, don't you understand?"

"..."

Zhuo Fu's heart twitched, subconsciously avoiding the opponent's blade-like gaze, and actually felt a kind of embarrassment that could not be ignored.

He fell into a long silence.

Because... there is no way to refute it.

As the dean of the Institute, no one knows better than him how the current achievements of mankind are achieved... and how much blood is forgotten and ignored.

Every step they took, they stepped on the bones of alien races, and they were dark sins that could not be washed away.

Wen Yao said slowly:

"So when you found that the giant dragon could not purify the continent according to your wishes, you chose to use the bones left by the fire dragon to open the seal when the blood moon came, right?"

The corners of the black-robed man's eyes twitched.

Mu Heng looked at his expression carefully, then shook his head slowly: "No."

"It's your other companions, isn't it?"

No one knew better than him what the dragon's bones meant to this man.

If the man in black had the choice, he would never use a dragon's corpse for a ritual... But to other heretics, the fragments of a dragon's bone are nothing more than a vehicle of immense power.

"……so what?"

The black-robed man said in a sullen tone: "As long as the ceremony can be completed, that's enough."

"Even if the price is the dragon's soul?" Mu Heng's eyes fell on the other's face, his cold and probing eyes seemed to be penetrating, he examined the man in black in front of him, and asked slowly and curiously.

"..."

The air fell into silence again.

The man in black didn't answer.

His body was devastated and distorted by the abnormally long years, his face was corroded by the forcibly borrowed powerful force, his eyesight was destroyed by a ritual that exceeded the limit of his strength, like earth and rocks that were falling apart, every organ in his body was shattered Struggling on the brink of failure.

He just stood there, his hair hanging down, covering his expression.

Like a dying tree, or a stone pillar on the verge of collapse.

Mu Heng stepped forward slowly.

Through a thin pane of glass, he stared deeply at the person who was only a few inches away from him.

Blind and disabled.

In 900 years of hatred, all human qualities have been worn away.

"Dragonfire frees the dragon's soul from its spell.

Otherwise, his soul will be bound forever, and he will suffer a long period of forgetfulness and pain, and after your death, his remnant body will still be used, bought and sold by generations of human beings, and every inch of its use value will be squeezed out. "

Mu Heng's voice was calm, as if he was just stating a simple fact.

The seemingly cruel statement was so true that everyone present knew that this kind of thing was destined to happen.

The man in black remained silent.

However, his body trembled violently following Mu Heng's voice, as if the wreckage that had already begun to collapse could no longer hold up the too strong emotional outburst.

The intense hatred and pain almost broke through his body, turning into a corpse, roaring and clamoring for killing and destruction.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, the depths of his azure pupils were turbulent, almost appearing particularly dark:

"Or, you can stop it all."

Shi An took the scroll to the place where he woke up.

The scorched marks brought by the dragon flame have not been completely erased, the air still seems to be filled with the smell of burning, and the black mist above the head is slowly surging.

The other three monsters watched Shi An nervously:

"My lord, are you... are you sure?"

Shi An thought for a while, then shook his head honestly: "No."

According to the known information, the passage between the abyss and the mainland was probably unilaterally closed by the mainland, which means that going from the mainland to the abyss is much simpler than going from the abyss to the mainland.

So... I can only try first.

He spread the scroll in his hand on the ground, golden-red flames flowed from the half-closed eyelids, and complicated and ancient sentences spit out from his mouth.

The black mist hovered in the air, and the magic wave spread from the wilderness.

The three monsters subconsciously held their breath and waited nervously.

However, there are not only three of them who are tense in the abyss.

Outside the wasteland, the abyssal species drilled out from the dark cracks in the rocks, and their countless eyes fixedly looked towards the direction of the wasteland. Most of them did not have the concept of belief, but at this moment, all the abyssal species seemed to be The mind is connected, and I start to pray in my heart——

Please, it must be successful! ! !

The black mist above the head slowly split a line of sky, and a dim white light shone in, falling on the young man's forehead.

The silver-white scales shimmered shimmering in the darkness.

All the abyss species couldn't help but take a breath, and the light of joy rose little by little in their eyes——

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy actually really worked! !

The devil is finally leaving the abyss! ! !

Liberated!

become free!

However, in the next second, some invisible force struck, and the gap quickly closed, and the white light disappeared, leaving only a turbulent and dim black mist.

"Do not--!!!"

Hope was punctured at the last second, and the abyss species wailed in despair at the same time.

Just as Shi An recovered from his meditative state, he was startled by the wailing sounds all around him, and asked suspiciously:

"What's going on here?"

"Cough cough."

The devil insect cleared its throat, and flew over to smooth things over: "Well..., they are big, probably because they are reluctant to part with you..."

Shi An was a little moved:

"really?"

Demon worm: "..."

How can I answer your words?

It cleared its throat and hurriedly changed the subject: "So, sir, have you succeeded?"

"No."

Shi An shook his head in frustration: "With my strength, I can barely tear a gap between the abyss and the continent, but..."

"but?"

"But...in such a short period of time, I couldn't find a foothold."

Shi An sighed.

What is recorded on this scroll is actually a forged summoning ceremony held from the mainland to deceive the law, so although he used his own power to try to leave the abyss, but for the law, the whole process of movement is the opposite.

Although this kind of deception can be accomplished, it must have an anchor point.

When he was summoned last time, the human Shi An used his own soul as the anchor to bring him from the abyss to the continent.

However, since the mana consumption that time had to be borne by the other party, his soul had already been torn apart before Shi An woke up.

"Then...then what should I do?"

The demon worm frowned, racking his brains to think.

Shi An shook his head with a lonely expression:

"……I do not know either."

Mu Heng turned to look at the man in black: "Is that all right?"

The man in black showed a distorted and cold smile: "Yes."

"But I don't guarantee it will work."

His eyeballs were covered with shadows, and there was undisguised malice inside: "At best, your soul was trapped in the gap between the abyss and the continent, and then crushed to pieces... Your magic power is of little use in that place nothing."

Wen Yao at the side subconsciously grasped Zhuo Fu's arm with her palm.

Zhuo Fu was pinched by the opponent's too strong hand and grinned: "...Ancestor, take it easy, please."

"Although the possibility of success is slim, it is possible."

The man in black came forward slowly, staring at Mu Heng with a single gray eyeball, with a hoarse voice:

"The premise is, does he want to come back?"

Mu Heng's eyes moved slightly, he pursed his lower lip, but did not answer.

The man in black's vicious eyes fell on Mu Heng's face, his ghostly face twitched, and then he couldn't help laughing:

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, that's really interesting, I didn't expect...you don't even know the answer to this question—"

"In short, I told you all the dangers."

The man in black slowly stopped laughing, but the corners of his mouth were still raised strangely, as if enjoying the pain of the other party:

"If the other party is not ready to come back, you will be finished. Your spirit body will either be crushed, or you will be trapped forever between the gap between the abyss and the continent...Are you sure you want to continue?"

"..."

Mu Heng frowned, and looked at the man in black expressionlessly:

"do not waste time."

The man in black took a fixed look at him, the expression in his eyes was profound and incomprehensible:

"...Should I say you are stupid, or blind?"

Zhuo Fu also became nervous now, he grabbed Wen Yao with his backhand:

"Forget it, ancestor, you'd better pinch me, or I—"

With the chanting of the mantra, the sky and the earth turned pale.

The magic wave whirls, spreads, and spreads and gallops in the air, like a liquid with an entity.

Wen Yao felt a heavier magic pressure than last time, as if thousands of tons of stones were pressed down from above, she could almost hear the sound of her bones cracking.

The wind whistled in his ears.

She couldn't see or touch anything, she could only vaguely glimpse Mu Heng's slender and straight back not far away in the chaos.

The ancient spell became louder and louder in the mouth of the man in black, echoing in the wind like a bell.

Mu Heng felt his body and soul tremble.

The concept of time becomes blurred.

He knew that this process would take at least half a day before his soul could barely pass through the gap between the abyss and the continent, and during this process, the way of measuring time would change.

In just a few seconds on the mainland, he may bear the weight of more than a hundred years.

And in this process, any slack would cause his soul and body to completely collapse, and he would be crushed into this void of nothingness.

Mu Heng calmly waited for this process to come.

But the next second.

The magic wave disappeared.

It was as if a black hole suddenly appeared in front of him, swept away all the abnormal fluctuations, and then disappeared immediately.

The whirling wind instantly calmed down, the flying dust fell little by little, and the powerful magic pressure was eroded away in the blink of an eye.

"—would be afraid."

Zhuo Fu spat out the last three words belatedly.

He stood there blankly, not recovering for a while.

He fantasized about all possible things, but he just didn't expect this result.

what?

and many more?

what happened?

……what's the situation?

Is this... the end?Or did it never work out at all from the start?

Zhuo Fu turned his head to look at Wen Yao blankly.

Wen Yao was also dumbfounded: "..."

She was ready to suffer for a long time like last time, but...why is it completely different this time?

How did it end before it started?

The two looked at each other, and then rushed forward together, searching anxiously among the dark mist of dust:

"Mu Heng?"

"Sir?"

They didn't find Mu Heng, but they found the black-robed man who was performing the ceremony in the surrounding smoke.

He seemed to be half-bounced by the magic pressure just now, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, staring blankly at the inexplicably ended ceremony in front of him, as if he hadn't recovered from the impact, his expression was dull and dazed.

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu rushed forward, one left and one right clamped the black-robed man within a square inch.

"What's going on here?" Zhuo Fu hurriedly asked with an anxious expression on his face, "Yes, did it fail?"

Wen Yao's brows were cold and serious, and she clasped the other's shoulder with her fingers:

"What did you do? Where's Mr. Mu?"

The man in black came back to his senses, opened his mouth, and made a meaningless sound deep in his throat: "This..."

In fact, he did not expect this situation.

Generally speaking, there are only two possibilities, either Mu Heng's soul was crushed by the abyss and the continent, or he succeeded after a long time—

But no matter which option it is, it is impossible to do so quickly.

What went wrong?

The lines on the face of the man in black twitched slowly, and the blue blood vessels squirmed under the skin.

Half-blind eyes searched the air, as if trying to find the reason for their failure.

However, in the next second, he seemed to see something, his cloudy eyes slowly widened, as if he was shocked, his mouth opened little by little, and he stood there for a long time without moving.

Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao were slightly taken aback.

They turned their heads and followed the line of sight of the man in black.

The smoke and magic fluctuations in the air are slowly dissipating, like the morning fog that disappears under the sun, showing the originally clear air little by little.

The center of the magic circle was not far in front of them.

"..."

The moment they saw the scene over there, both of them couldn't help being stunned at the same time.

Mu Heng blinked.

It took him two seconds to realize that he was lying on the ground now, the back of his head fell heavily on the cold and hard floor, and there was a faint pain coming from his back, but these were completely negligible to him.

The only thing that surprised him...

It was the weight in his arms.

It took Mu Heng another two seconds to process the amount of information that was too difficult for him to understand now.

Slowly, almost in disbelief, he raised his eyes and looked into his arms.

Most of the boy's body was lying in his arms, with his hands resting on both sides of his head, his slender body brought exact weight and temperature.

Everything seemed too illusory, almost making it hard for Mu Heng to believe that this actually happened for real.

The young man lowered his head slightly, staring fixedly at the human being under him.

Those golden-red vertical pupils were brilliant and pure, as if condensed by raging fire, shining a dazzling shimmer in the chaos and darkness.

He leaned over.

As the distance shortened, Mu Heng could see the reflection of his own face in the opponent's eyes.

——Stunned, dazed, unbelievable.

"You have my scent on you."

The young man lowered his head, sniffed Mu Heng's breath, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

"By the way, you know what?"

Shi An happily raised his lips, and kissed the other's lips.

He shook the tip of his tail, wrapped around the opponent's calf, and said in a proud tone:

"After voluntarily dedicating yourself to become the dragon's anchor, your soul is mine from today onwards."

Mu Heng stared at him, deep in those blue eyes there was some deep emotion, like a boundless ocean.

He raised his hand and dragged him into the second kiss.

"It's already yours."

He pressed Shi An's lips and whispered softly.