Chapter 668 Burial (Ten Thousand)

Ron's figure walked forward in the ashes.

The ashes are deep.

It almost submerged Ron, leaving two deep marks behind him.

The goose-feather-like ashes in the sky are like the heavy snow in the far north in winter, and there is no end in sight.

No one knew where the ashes came from. All they knew was that they were endless. Not long after they walked by, the traces left behind by Ron were already covered by the ashes.

Ron didn't walk very fast, he seemed to be looking for something.

Some ashes were scattered on Ron's shoulders and hair, making him look a little disheveled.

Ron didn't know how long he had walked on this mysterious land or how far he had covered.

He was like a rigid machine, just walking aimlessly.

Elsa and Ostara followed Ron silently.

Time passed by minute by minute, and no one knew how much time had passed. Ron seemed to feel a little tired, so he finally stopped. He didn't care about the dust on the ground and just sat on it.

There is absolutely nothing to be found on this continent except ashes.

When Ron sat down, his entire body was almost completely submerged in the dust.

But Ron didn't care about all this. He just slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep like a baby. Elsa and Ostara could even vaguely hear a slight cry coming from Ron's nose.

The two women pursed their lips and looked at each other, both able to see the anxiety and worry in each other's eyes.

But no one acted rashly.

They did not try to wake Ron, nor did they try to stop what Ron did.

The development of things was completely different from their original plan.

Ron wasn't doing too well.

The burning of the soul caused serious damage to Ron's soul essence.

This is a very serious matter for any practitioner. If one is not careful, it may even turn the practitioner into a complete useless person.

Ron's situation is even more serious.

While fighting against the black fog filled with madness and evil on the Monument to Calmness, Ron also received the starlight from countless stars over the Black Sea. Those starlights were the last trace of will left in this world by the gods and god-level practitioners.

All those wills were instilled into Ron's spirit.

Such a complicated will is enough to drive any being crazy, even Ron is no exception.

Due to the combination of these two factors, Ron is now in a very special state.

Of course, this state will not last forever. Once Ron completely digests the power in his body, the damage to his soul will naturally heal, and the lost memories and sanity will gradually return.

But now, the key question is, how long will this process take? I don't know.

Ostara and Elsa didn't understand.

They only knew that they could not help at all in this matter, and could only follow Ron silently and wait quietly.

The ash in the sky is huge.

Covering the sky and the sun.

It didn't take long before Ron's body was covered with a thick layer of it.

After a few hours, Ron was no longer visible and his entire body had been completely swallowed by ashes.

Even the traces of Ron's passing behind him disappeared silently.

Long, long time.

A ripple appeared on the calm ashes.

Pieces of ashes gradually slid down like feathers, and a head emerged from the ashes.

After a good rest, Ron continued to move forward as before, still at the same leisurely pace, as if he wanted to measure every inch of this continent with his own feet.

Suddenly, Ron stopped.

He clearly felt that his toes seemed to touch something hard.

There was no change in his facial expression, but he squatted down. Then Ron's hands gently brushed away layer after layer of dust. Gradually, a white thing appeared in front of Ron.

That's a bone.

It's a human skull.

Swish, swish, swish…swish, swish…

With the sound of dust falling, the entire skeleton appeared completely.

The slightly slender frame and slightly wide pelvis suggest that this person is a woman.

Perhaps, she was once a powerful person who roamed the world, but now she can only lie here, letting her flesh and blood gradually rot and her bones be buried by the dust.

A slightly sad atmosphere is permeating in the air.

Ostara and Elsa also looked at the skeleton in front of them silently. They seemed to have recognized the true identity of the skeleton.

This is... a human empress who fought alongside the first Dusk King tens of thousands of years ago.

What was her name? It had been so long that my memory had long since blurred and I could no longer remember it.

But the only scene that has never been forgotten is this hot girl, brazenly wielding a heavy sword that is bigger than her body, with flames burning all over her body, burning administrators one after another into ashes.

She is the strongest being among humans.

In that chaotic era, she was the dignity of the human race.

She used her life to prove that she did not bring shame to humanity.

“Yeah.”

Ron sighed and said nothing more.

He blew again, and a hurricane suddenly rose up in front of him. The dust on the ground was cleared away in an instant, revealing the hard ground beneath the skeleton.

Ron squatted down, used his hands as a knife, cut on the hard ground, and dug out a grave.

Holding the woman's bones in both hands, he slowly placed them into the tomb and covered them with soil.

Something suddenly broke in Ron's soul.

It's a requiem monument.

When Ostara took Ron and flew away from the bottom of the sea, the requiem also flew away at the same time.

After boarding the soul-ferrying boat, the soul-calming monument was integrated into his soul.

But now, the stele is shattered.

The crisp clicking sound was particularly harsh.

However, not all of the stele was shattered. To be precise, a piece of stone slab on the stele had detached from the surface of the stele.

Ron set up the slab of stone in front of the small grave.

After a brief hesitation, he stretched out his right hand, and his sharp nails quickly scratched and cut the stone slab.

Soon, a line of words appeared on the stone slab.

"The Tomb of the Unknown."

Just as Ron's last stroke fell, there was a buzzing sound, and an invisible impact spread in all directions. This strange impact gradually turned into a barrier, guarding the tomb in the middle.

The ashes falling from the sky will scatter in all directions on their own when they reach a certain height above the graves.

Ron sighed again and finally stood up.

He raised his head slightly, and just in time a piece of ash fell into Ron's eyes.

The ashes quickly merged into Ron's body.

Subconsciously, Ron pressed his head hard with both hands, and waves of stabbing pain continued to come from his mind, as if something that had been suppressed was about to break through the blockade.

It was only after a long time that this feeling gradually subsided.

Ron shook his head and continued walking.

After an unknown distance, Ron encountered another skeleton. It was a tall giant. Next to the bones was even a giant axe that had accompanied him in battles throughout his life.

The giant's skeleton had been largely shattered.

Skull, spine, sternum, leg bones...

There are so many bones in the body, but it is hard to find a few intact ones.

The only intact finger bone was still tightly grasping the axe handle, and he would rather die than let go.

This is... the ruler of the Giant King's Court.

He was also a brave warrior. Even after being beaten to the point where all his bones were broken, he still died holding an administrator.

The ancient battlefield was once so crazy, bloody and tragic.

Even though it's scary, it's also so nostalgic.

He is so handsome and charming that he looks down on the world.

When Ron left, a huge grave appeared on the ground. In front of the grave was a small stone tablet with the words: Tomb of the Unknown.

Keep moving forward.

After a long time, a mountain range suddenly appeared in front of Ron.

Or rather, something like a mountain range.

After all, what kind of existence is beneath the dust?

Ron waved his hand, and a whirlwind appeared out of nowhere. The strange whirlwind swept across the mountains, sweeping away all the endless dust and revealing the true appearance beneath the dust.

That... seems to be a giant python.

No, maybe a dragon.

That's right, a dragon.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

A gigantic dragon stretching for thousands of meters.

He has the head of a dragon. Although one of the two dragon bones is broken and one of the dragon's eyes has been dug out, making him look miserable, he is still undoubtedly a dragon. After all, there will be no ferocious and sharp claws on the belly of a giant python.

The head was tattered and Ron could even smell a strong, decayed smell.

Almost all the dragon scales on its head had been stripped off, exposing the white, rotten flesh inside.

Other parts of the body were not much better, especially the middle part of the torso, which was almost cut in half. Under the broken dragon scales and flesh, the white bones could be clearly seen.

Of course, although it looks miserable, it is still much better than the two remains before.

At least, he's still alive.

That's right, this dragon is still alive.

Although he was surrounded by deathly aura and his vitality was extremely weak, he still existed and his vitality had not completely dissipated.

Tilting his head, Ron looked a little confused.

But he quickly stretched out his right hand and placed it on the dragon's head.

Vitality... He could feel that deep in his soul, there was endless vitality.

The breath of life, like a stream of clear water, penetrated through Ron's palm and into the body of the tattered dragon.

With the infusion of vitality, the appearance of the dragon began to change rapidly. The scars on its body began to heal gradually, and dense dragon scales were growing again one by one. The dragon scales even began to flash a dazzling, golden luster.

Some ashes fell on Ron's body.

My head started to hurt again.

The feeling that was about to burst out became stronger and stronger.

Ron panted slightly, smiled, and continued on his way.

Now was not the time for him to stop, not yet.

…

Dusk Continent.

No one knows what happened on the Dusk Continent during this period.

Maybe nothing happened.

The major races live in peace.

The wars between the major kingdoms gradually subsided.

The entire Dusk Continent gained a brief peace, and people could relax and rest.

It seems that everything is moving in the better direction.

However, the whole world is shrouded in an indescribable depression, as if a storm that can destroy the world may come at any time.

This atmosphere is more evident in places like the elves, the Spang Theocracy and Granville.

Heferson, the actual ruler of the elves, suddenly stopped being cruel and bloodthirsty. He stopped persecuting members of the former royal church and even released many important prisoners who had been captured by Heferson.

It seems that Hefferson is making up for the mistakes he made in the past.

This seems to be a good thing.

But Heferson's next order made all the elves dizzy and even suspected that Heferson had gone crazy.

But Hefferson's order was mandatory.

He demanded that all members of the elf tribe, regardless of gender, age or status, gather together and migrate to Granville.

Although Heferson seemed to have some goodwill in releasing the prisoners, Heferson was notorious among the elves after all. Although some elves protested against Heferson's order, the voices of opposition were extremely weak.

In the end, tens of millions of elves in the entire elven race had to move their families under the strong oppression of Heferson.

For ordinary people, relocating long distances is indeed a very painful thing. If you are not careful, you may die halfway due to fatigue, injury or illness.

But, for the elves, this is actually nothing.

After all, elves generally have quite good strength, and most importantly, they can fly naturally.

Even though the journey was long, covering thousands of kilometers, it only took a few days to arrive.

On the Granville side, Dolores had already made preparations in advance.

Anyway, Granville is rich, and Dolores is very clear about what kind of disaster is coming. If she dies, no matter how much wealth she has, it will be worthless. So Dolores doesn't care about the gold coins at all. She hires a large number of workers in Granville at high salaries to expand Adams again.

The buildings in Adams City became taller and denser.

It can accommodate several times the previous population.

Even if all the elves moved to Granville, Adams would be able to accommodate them all.

All civilians in Granville were also relocated to Adams.

Dolores knows her abilities. She does not have the strength to protect all living beings in the entire Dusk Continent, but she will try her best to protect the people of Granville because she is the queen of Granville.

Migrating an entire country is such a crazy thing, perhaps only a queen with great reputation like Dolores can accomplish it.

Granville's actions clearly represent a very bad signal.

Although they were not quite sure what was going to happen to force Dolores to this point, a heavy, bad premonition lingered in everyone's heart.

The Spang Theocracy also took the same action.

The capital of the Spang Theocracy expanded rapidly, and in a short period of time, it had created a huge city that was three times the size of the previous one.

As soon as the giant city was built, Lydia immediately issued an order to gather all the people of the Spang Theocracy.

Relatively speaking, things on the side of the Spang Theocracy were completed more smoothly, and there were basically no protests. After all, the collapse of the Dulles Mountains overnight, the overwhelming dark clouds, and the terrifying thunder were still creepy even though more than a year had passed.

The people of the Spang Theocracy were already worried that something bad might happen, so they were very cooperative with Queen Lydia's orders.

Then, the saint Patrick, who had been dead for more than 800 years, suddenly resurrected in Granville and was recognized by many important figures such as Her Majesty the Queen, the Great Saint Christian, and the Valkyrie Arianna.

The newly appeared Patridge rejected all visits from magicians.

Instead, he used his extremely powerful strength to set up a huge magic defense shield, completely wrapping the expanded Adams inside.

At the same time, Dolores also gathered hundreds of thousands of magicians. These magicians had only one task, which was to support the magic shield arranged by the sages. No matter what the situation was, even if their magic power was exhausted or they died, they must not let the magic shield break.

Once the magic shield is broken, tens of millions of deaths will follow.

The same thing happened in the Spang Theocracy. A mysterious, beautiful woman who called herself Montelicia suddenly appeared and took over all the city defenses of the entire Spang Theocracy. She also deployed a similar defensive magic for the capital city of the Spang Theocracy.

Isabel and Lydia also gathered a large number of magicians to support the existence of the magic shield.

All of this seemed very hasty, and there was obviously not enough time to make reasonable arrangements.

The two queens can only do their best within their abilities.

For a moment, the vast Dusk Continent was in an uproar, and the two queens, Lydia and Dolores, were directly labeled as crazy.

That's right, a madman.

If he is not a madman, who can do such a crazy thing?

Everybody was laughing.

However, these mocking voices had no effect on Dolores and Lydia. They didn't care about the outside world's voices at all.

It would be better to say that they were even praying that they were really crazy.

If they were really crazy, then perhaps... the disaster that would happen soon would not have happened.

However, the prayers of the two queens were of no use.

About half a year later, disaster struck.

It was one night, and suddenly, hideous cracks appeared on the sky of Dusk Continent! (End of this chapter)