After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Chapter 141: The anchor of the soul

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

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

"Untie his mouthband."

Wen Yao was shocked: "Sir, wait a minute! If that's the case—"

After all, she had seen how extreme the other party was, and if any irrational behavior were made after letting go, then the efforts they had made so far would be wiped out.

Wen Yao's voice caused Zhuo Fu to withdraw from the shaking spirit just now.

He reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the person, took a deep breath, and interrupted Wen Yao:

"Will not."

His tone was so affirmative that Wen Yao couldn't help but froze for a while, and subconsciously swallowed the rest of the words back.

She glanced at Zhuo Fu fixedly.

Since individuals have made the same judgment, then... there must be their reasons.

With only a click, the electromagnetic disappeared and the mouth band fell to the ground.

Through a layer of special glass, one can clearly see the embarrassed figure of the black-robed man lying on the ground, the arched back twitches irregularly, and the overloaded lungs make a muddy sound like a broken bellows.

There was dead silence in the laboratory, only through the glass, the other party's gasping voice was heard.

Wen Yao felt her heart slowly lifted up, and placed her palm on her waist subconsciously to prevent the opponent from suddenly violent.

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

Finally, the black-robed man moved.

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

One eye was covered by turbid white pans, the skin was covered with bluish-purple beating blood vessels, and the saliva and black-red bloodstains that had not dried up were flowing in the gully. He stared at him with the only blue right eye that could see. Mu Heng in the distance gasped twice, and said in a hoarse, inaudible voice:

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

Mu Heng lowered his eyes and replied, "Shi'an."

The fingers of the black-robed man pressing on the ground began to spasm, and the nails rubbed on the ground, making a clicking sound, and wisps of blood ooze out.

Each of his words seemed to gritted his teeth and contained blood:

"… is that true?"

Mu Heng did not answer.

There is no need for him to lie.

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

While Zhuo Fu was contemplating, Mu Heng said: "After the last time in the Ross District, I deliberately checked the Mu family's pedigree. Among all the Mu family, only one ancestor from 900 years ago is missing."

Up to now, the average life span of human beings has been greatly extended, and 900 years is 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 jumped suddenly.

The Authority... was also established at about the same time.

He stood aside, staring at the black-robed man not far away, and without warning came to his mind that he was in the basement of the administrative bureau, and the meaningful words of the director of the administrative bureau appeared in his mind.

He couldn't help but startled slightly.

He is the dean 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 administration.

—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 it so easily at that time

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

But 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 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 definitely have found nothing in the same way.

There is only one possibility.

The means are dirty and the source is not correct, so it cannot be recorded.

Therefore, when hearing Shi'an's request, the senior management of the Authority seemed so caught off guard.

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

He carefully broke the silence:

"... Does its death have something to do with the Authority?"

This sentence was dropped heavily, and the black robe man's gaze slowly moved to Zhuo Fu's body, the corner of his mouth twitched, and a terrifying smile appeared:

"… What do you think?"

Zhuo Fu's heart sank.

In this case, he probably understood why there was no information related to the fire dragon skull in all the files—it was already here when the administration was established, and not as simple as "captured by the previous director in a single operation."

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

His voice was a little pale.

The black robe sneered:

"Because you only have the most stringent guards of skulls."

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

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

But the skull alone has been unable to obtain any clues.

Perhaps it is because the magic contained in it is the strongest and the most precious, so the administration is tight-lipped about it, even if they are inserted in the administration, they should not be able to obtain any information related to this.

"The way forward is always full of blood, right"

The black-robed man said this sentence in a mocking tone.

His voice was hoarse, with a sense of disgust, and he asked every 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 be available. Perfect and legitimate reason, isn't it?"

He stood up, walked slowly and staggering towards the glass in front of him, staring at the three people standing outside, his voice seemed to be a whisper from hell:

"The combination of technology and magic is so great... what a cross-age, century-old discovery."

Your feet are piled up with false glory from sin and terror... How beautiful and how ugly.

The black-robed man laughed in a low voice, but there was no slight smile in the voice, but more like a screaming cry:

"The debts owed by human beings can only be repaid through death, don't you understand?"

"..."

Zhuo Fu's heart twitched, and he subconsciously avoided the opponent's blade-like vision, feeling a kind of embarrassment that could not be ignored.

He fell into a long silence.

Because... cannot be refuted.

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

Every step they made, they stepped on the numerous white bones of the alien race, and the dark sins that could not be washed away.

Wen Yao slowly said:

"So when you discovered that the dragon could not purify the continent according to your intentions, you chose to use the bones left by the fire dragon to open the seal when the blood moon descended, right?"

The corner of the black robe man's eyes twitched.

Mu Heng studied his expression carefully and shook his head slowly: "No."

"It's your other companions, right?"

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

If the black-robed man had a choice, he would never use the dragon's corpse to perform rituals... But for other pagans, the dragon's bone fragments were nothing but media props that contained great power.

"… so what?"

The black-robed man said in a gloomy tone: "As long as the ceremony can be completed, it is enough."

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

"..."

The air fell into silence again.

The black-robed man did not answer.

His body was devastated and distorted by the abnormally long years, his face was corroded by the forcibly borrowed powerful force, and his vision was destroyed by rituals that exceeded the limit of strength, like earth and rocks that were falling apart. Every organ of the body was destroyed. Struggling hard on the edge of exhaustion.

He just stood still on the spot, with his hair hanging down to cover his expression.

It looked like a rotten tree on the verge of collapse, and a stone pillar on the verge of collapse.

Mu Heng slowly stepped forward.

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

Blind and disabled.

In the nine hundred years of hatred, all the traits belonging to human beings have been worn out.

"Dragon Flame can liberate the dragon's soul from the confinement of spells.

Otherwise, his soul will be bound forever, endure long forgetting and pain, and after you die, his remains will still be used by generations of humans, bought and sold, and squeezed every inch of its utilization value. "

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

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

The black robe man was still silent.

However, his body shuddered fiercely with Mu Heng's voice, as if the wreckage that had begun to collapse could no longer hold up the overly strong emotional outburst.

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

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, and the deep blue pupils were turbulent, almost seemingly dark:

"Or, you can stop all of this."

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

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

The other three monsters watched Shi An nervously:

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

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

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

So... I have to try first.

He laid the scroll in his hand on the ground, a golden red flame was flowing through the half-closed eyelids, and the old and old sentences came out of his mouth.

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

The three monsters subconsciously held their breath and waited nervously.

However, there are more than three of them who are tense in the abyss.

Outside the wasteland, the abyss species drilled out from the pitch-black rock crevices, and countless eyes fixedly looked in the direction of the wasteland. Most of them did not have the concept of belief, but at this moment, all the abyss species seemed to be The mind is connected, and I begin to pray in my heart—

Begging, we must succeed! ! !

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

The silver-white scales shimmered in the darkness.

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

Ah, ah, prayer is really useful! !

This devil is finally leaving the abyss! ! !

Liberated!

become free!

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

"No!!!"

Hope was pierced at the last second, and the Abyss Seed wailed desperately at the same time.

Shi An had just recovered from the state of meditation, when he was startled by the howling noises one after another around him, and asked suspiciously:

"What's going on here?"

"Ahem."

The demon worm cleared his throat and flew over to make a round: "Um..., they are big, probably because I can't bear you..."

Shi An was moved:

"Really?"

Devil: "..."

How can I answer your words

It cleared its throat and hurriedly changed the subject: "So, my lord, 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 mainland, but..."

"but?"

"But... In such a short time, I can't find a place to stay."

Shi An sighed.

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

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

The last time he was summoned, Shi An, the human being, used his soul as an anchor to bring him from the abyss to the mainland.

However, since the mana consumption of that time must also be borne by the other party, his soul had been torn apart before Shi'an awakened.

"Then... Then what can I do?"

The demon worm frowned, racking his brains to think.

Shi An shook his head, looking lonely:

"… I do not know either."

Mu Heng turned his head to look at the black-robed man: "That's all right?"

The black-robed man showed a twisted and cold smile: "Yes."

"But I don't guarantee success."

His eyes were covered with shadows, and there was an undisguised maliciousness in it: "At best, your soul is trapped in the gap between the abyss and the continent, and then crushed... Your magic is useful in that place. no."

Wen Yao on the side subconsciously grabbed Zhuo Fu's arm with his palm.

Zhuo Fu grinned with his teeth pinched by the opponent's excessively powerful hands: "... Ancestor, please be gentle, please."

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

The black-robed man slowly stepped forward and stared at Mu Heng with a single gray blindfold, his voice hoarse:

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

Mu Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he pressed his lower lip without answering.

The black-robed man's venomous gaze fell on Mu Heng's face, his ghostly face twitched, and then he couldn't help laughing:

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

"Anyway, I have told you all the dangers."

The black-robed man slowly stopped laughing, but the corners of his mouth still raised strangely, seeming to enjoy the pain of the other party very much:

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

"..."

Mu Heng frowned and looked at the man in black robes blankly:

"do not waste time."

The black-robed man gave him a fixed look, the expression in his eyes was profound and incomprehensible:

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

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

"Forget it, ancestor, you still pinch me, otherwise I—"

With the chanting of the mantra, the heavens and the earth faded.

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

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

The wind whizzed in my ears.

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

The ancient spells rose little by little in the black-robed man's mouth, resounding in the wind like a bell.

Mu Heng felt his body and soul tremble.

The concept of time has become blurred.

He knew that this process would take at least half a day before he could barely let his soul pass through the gap between the abyss and the continent, and in 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.

In this process, any slack will cause the total collapse of his soul and body, being crushed in this void of space.

Mu Heng calmly waited for this process to come.

But the next second.

The magic wave disappeared.

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

The violent wind that rolled up instantly became quiet, the flying dust fell little by little, and the powerful magic pressure was eroded away in the blink of an eye.

"—I will be afraid."

Zhuo Fu spit out the last three words afterwards.

He stood there blankly, and he didn't get over for a long while.

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

Ah

etc

what happened

… what's the situation

Is this... over? Or was it not successful from the beginning

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

Wen Yao was also dumbfounded: "..."

She is ready to suffer for a long time like last time, but... Why is it totally different this time

How did it end before it started

The two looked at each other, and then rushed forward together, searching anxiously in a cloud of gray dust:

"Mu Heng?"

"Sir?"

They did not find Mu Heng, but they found the man in the black robe who held the ceremony in the diffuse smoke.

He seemed to have been bounced halfway by the magic pressure just now, and sat down on the ground embarrassedly, staring blankly at the ceremony that ended inexplicably, as if he hadn't been relieved from the impact, his expression was dull and blank.

Wen Yao and Zhuo Fu rushed forward, pinching the black-robed man between square inches one by one.

"What's going on?" Zhuo Fu showed anxious expression and asked hurriedly: "Yes, is it a failure?"

Wen Yao's brows were cold and solemn, and his fingers clasped the other's shoulders:

"What did you do? What about Chief Mu?"

The black-robed man returned to his senses, opened his mouth, and made a meaningless voice 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 finally succeeded after a long time passed—

But no matter which option it is, it is impossible to be so fast.

Did something go wrong

The lines on the black robe man's face twitched slowly, and the purple blood vessels squirmed under the skin.

The half-blind eyes searched in the air, seeming to want to find the reason for his failure.

However, in the next second, he seemed to see something, a pair of muddy eyes slowly widened, as if shocked, his mouth opened little by little, and he stayed in place for a long time.

Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao were slightly startled.

They turned their heads and followed the black-robed man's sight.

The smoke and magical fluctuations in the air are slowly dissipating, like morning fog that has disappeared in the sun, and the original clear air is gradually showing.

The center of the circle is not far in front of them.

"..."

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

Mu Heng blinked.

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

The only thing that surprised him...

It's the weight from my arms.

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

He raised his eyes slowly, almost in disbelief, and looked into his arms.

Most of the boy's body is lying in his arms, with two hands propped on both sides of his head, the slender body brings the exact weight and temperature.

Everything seemed too illusory, and it almost made Mu Heng hard to believe that this actually happened.

The young man slightly lowered his head and fixedly stared at the human being under him.

The golden and red vertical pupils were brilliant and pure, as if they were condensed from a raging fire, gleaming with dazzling gleams in the chaos and darkness.

He leaned down.

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

-Dumbfounded, at a loss, unbelievable.

"You smell of me."

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

"Right, do you know?"

Shi An happily lifted his lips and kissed the other party's lips.

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

"After voluntarily dedicating yourself to become the anchor of the dragon, from today onwards, your soul belongs to me."

Mu Heng stared at him, a certain deep emotion settled in the depths of those azure blue eyes, like an endless ocean.

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

"It's already yours already."

He pressed Shi'an's lips and whispered softly.