LRAB Chapter 127 The King of Promises
Chapter 127 The King of Promises
Chapter 127 The King of Promises (bushi)
Even though it was an ethereal dragon soul, the moment it approached, Modi still felt warmth coming from behind, and the whispers in his ear disappeared without a trace.
Their souls were intertwined, and the girl stretched out her arms to embrace Modi's somewhat twisted and deformed soul.
Although the girl's soul was no better than his, it was always in a state of flux.
"Are you feeling better?" Elena whispered in his ear.
He was stunned for a moment before recognizing that the blurry part of the soul was a head, and placed his hand on her arm that was wrapped around his soul.
"Much better, but how come you can still hear those whispers?"
Mordy was curious about this; the Seed of the Mind had caused him to become twisted, and the twisting brought with it annoying whispers.
Elena did not possess the Seed of the Soul, and their souls were not merged, so theoretically she should not have been able to hear those voices.
"Maybe it's because of our chemistry?" Elena said with a smile. "Don't underestimate our synchronization. I'm sure we could easily control even a Jaeger Hunter."
Just like before, she only made one gesture, and Mordy knew what she wanted to do.
The same thing is true now. She only said a few words, but Mordy immediately understood another meaning that she hadn't expressed.
"You don't have much time left here, do you?"
Even if there is no connection between the two, tacit understanding is even more illogical.
Elena wasn't surprised; she simply brought her head close to his cheek, as if she wanted to sink completely into it.
"Yes, the simulator reminds me that I'll have to go back soon." She didn't hide anything, openly sharing her secret with the person she trusted most:
"A simulator? The world is full of wonders."
Mordred was only slightly surprised for a moment before returning to normal, a bland reaction that disappointed Elena.
She puffed out her cheeks, stretched out an arm, and drew circles on his waist. "Shouldn't you be more surprised now?"
Following her instructions, Modi feigned exaggeration, even gasping in shock, "This is terrifying! This child cannot be allowed to linger."
Elena rolled her eyes, her hand pausing as it was drawing circles, when a large hand suddenly grabbed it.
Modi opened her hand and personally slipped a blood-red ring onto her finger.
"This ring, made from my blood, will guide me to your world."
He shook his hand, revealing a matching ring on his ring finger.
"I've given it special treatment. It can follow your consciousness and go to your world. In an emergency, it can also be used for self-defense."
The Northern Blood Ring is crafted from ancient blood. It not only locates the world but also possesses multiple functions such as self-charging, active activation, and emergency protection.
It contains divine power, enough to defeat an enemy with six seals.
After putting on the blood ring, Elena felt a connection between them that seemed weak but was actually incredibly strong.
Even the distance between worlds cannot sever this connection.
More importantly, her simulator also popped up a prompt, specifically stating that this item could be brought back to the original world.
"Just as I thought, you won't be trapped in a mere world." She stroked the blood ring on her hand and smiled gently.
When it was just the two of them, she would occasionally tell some strange jokes or outrageous jokes, and to her surprise, Modi would sometimes chime in with a few words.
Well, most of what followed were hellish jokes.
Although they both tacitly avoided the matter, she had already suspected it in her heart.
Elena fiddled with the blood ring and saw that, in addition to the strange patterns engraved on it, a name was also engraved in a language she was familiar with.
"Modi...that's your real name."
Elena excitedly took his hand, channeled her power, and engraved a name on his blood ring as well.
"This is my name, you'd better remember it."
Two hands, both wearing the same ring, clasped together, pressed tightly together.
At the same time, she tightened her grip on Modi's neck, her tone still gentle, but her words sent chills down Modi's spine.
"While I'm gone, you can't get too close to other people, especially men... and women too, oh, and that stupid dragon, she's got a lot of bad ideas."
Elena still had a smiling face, seemingly no different from usual, but Mordy felt a gravity emanating from her, a gravity that bound his soul.
If he weren't in a spirit state, he would have been sweating profusely.
How come I never noticed this side of her before?
"By the way, after I leave, the Dragon Soul should still be here. You can use it as you please, I have no objection."
Elena's smile vanished as she finished speaking, and like an octopus, she wriggled her ever-changing soul, moving from behind into his arms.
After burying her head in the water, she stopped talking and quietly enjoyed her last moments.
Artoria squatted down and poked the squinting red dragon with the hilt of her sword.
no response.
If she hadn't confirmed through bloodline that Modi was alright, she probably would have had to take some emergency measures by now.
"Why isn't he awake yet? It's been five days already."
With a complaint, she turned to look at the dimensional lord who was conducting archaeological work not far away, "Hey mage over there, hurry up and use your magic to think of a solution."
Virant examined the murals on the wall and said without turning his head:
"He must have used some kind of method to forcibly increase his own power. I guess the aftereffects haven't worn off yet, so there's nothing I can do about it."
Also, don't ask about this anymore; you've asked it dozens of times already.
Artorina frowned, took a deep breath, and continued to crouch down, staring directly at the red dragon.
Virant stared at the mural, memorizing its contents, and murmured:
"The murals should depict the rise of the dragon race, the process of ancient dragons transforming into giant dragons. But why is there no record of the dragon god on them?"
He knew that the dragon did not worship the dragon god, but he did not understand why.
If possible, he wanted to find some clues in the murals to satisfy his curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and to solve this problem that has troubled countless scholars.
"Unfortunately, due to the battle not long ago, the temple suffered varying degrees of damage, and a considerable number of murals were destroyed."
Vilant felt a deep sense of regret; if those murals were still there, he might have been able to piece together that lost history.
He glanced around casually, his gaze settling on a mural, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What's that? A person painted on the mural of the dragon?"
The murals of dragons depict many human figures, but most of them appear as slaves or soldiers, with only a few being dragon priests.
Regardless of their status, humans are depicted as subservient to dragons in murals, and this depiction was deliberately preserved to highlight that dragons once enslaved humans.
But the mural that Virant saw was different; it depicted a group of giant dragons lying on the ground, bowing down to a human.
When will proud and arrogant dragons kneel before humans?
He moved closer to the mural and examined it carefully.
In the mural, the human being worshipped by the dragons is wearing a long robe and a hood. His face is not depicted, but from the outline, it can be determined that he is a woman.
Next to the mural was a crack carved by Audurian, and coincidentally, this crack was only a short distance from the woman.
If I get any closer, I'll erase her.
Even more coincidentally, while the crack did not obscure the woman in the painting, it did cover a black dragon, precisely at the position of its neck.
It achieved the effect of decapitation.
"This black dragon, occupying the highest position among the dragons, could it be Aldorion?"
Vilant frowned and thought for a long time, exhausting all his vast knowledge, but he still couldn't think of any female powerhouse in the Second Era who was so powerful that the entire dragon race was subdued.
"Even Aldurian submitted to her, so she shouldn't be an unknown person. Why do I have no recollection of her at all? I don't even know that such a thing happened in the Second Era."
"A single dragon might submit to other races, but the entire dragon race is impossible. Even Aldurian cannot subdue all the dragons. Only the dragon god has a slight chance."
Perhaps something happened that caused them to abandon their faith in the dragon god, and even bury this history.
A slightly hoarse voice suddenly broke through, interrupting Vilant's mutterings.
Turning his head to look behind him, he saw a dragon's head reaching out.
The red dragon's head had calmed down, and the extreme emotions on its face had disappeared.
"When did you wake up? No, that's not the point. What you just said meant that the person in the painting is that dragon god?"
He examined the mural but found no information indicating the woman's identity. "I have never heard of dragons worshipping dragon gods, nor have I heard of dragon gods having female human incarnations. I have reservations about your opinion."
Modi didn't intend to persuade him; he just casually mentioned it and, like Modi, began to examine the murals on the wall.
The other six heads were having a casual conversation with Artoria, mostly with Artoria asking questions.
The questions were also about Elena.
Occasionally, she would also reveal some details about Avalon and its surroundings.
"Using the information you left behind, we began to develop steam technology. Well, although it's called steam, it's not the same as the steam that people outside talk about. It's a unique type of energy."
"A coup broke out in the Amelikan Federation outside, and a man named Donald seized power by force. The Federal Parliament has become a laughing stock. I took the opportunity to take a tour of the Federation and got quite a few good things through a tradition called 'zero-dollar shopping'."
"A major power in the west has established some kind of mental department. Although it's very secretive, it can't hide it from me... By the way, the gates of hell around the world are acting up again."
At first, Modi would respond to her with a word or two, but later he simply nodded instead of answering, focusing most of his attention on his inner dantian.
Inside the Purple Mansion, besides his own soul, there was a blurry and shapeless phantom lying on his back.
This is the dragon soul left behind by Elena.
Elena's consciousness and the dragon soul are not the same thing. The dragon soul is just a vessel for her consciousness. After she leaves, it belongs to Mordi.
Through the Dragon Soul, he can not only unleash the Dragon Roar, but also summon power comparable to that of a low-level immortal. Even without using all his trump cards, he possesses power comparable to that of a low-level immortal.
"The dragon soul seems to be changing and solidifying its form. What's going on? Could it be that its amorphous nature originates from Elena's consciousness, rather than its own physical form?"
As time went by, the dragon soul gradually took on a definite form, no longer the ever-changing shape it once was.
With the extra limbs gone, the dragon soul that had been lying on Modi's back finally took on a human form.
She doesn't look exactly like Elena, but you could say they're cut from the same mold.
Modi gently placed his hand on hers, stroking the blood ring, the name engraved on it coming into view.
"Su Youli".
Behind him, the Dragon Soul Girl smiled and gently stroked his cheek.
"Wait a minute, the more I think about it, the more I resemble the King of Promises?"
Beneath the girl's slender hands was his face, which had a slightly strange expression.