manynovel Chapter 232
Chapter 232
"Roar! Roar!"
The dragon roar and dragon flames blasted towards the surface of the Sea of Conquest like they were free.
Jincheng would occasionally see a monster larger than himself in the sea: a sea monster.
He saw with his own eyes a huge octopus trying to devour a huge ship.
The huge long tentacles wrapped around the ship and shook it.
Although he could pretend he didn't see it, or just pass by and leave.
But Jincheng didn't know why, he was just curious about how such a big octopus, which looked tens of meters in size, would react after being sprayed with dragon flames.
...
Then Jincheng set a rule for himself that the flying height must not be less than fifty meters.
After all, looking at the sea surface below that had become pitch black, the Titan Dragon still felt more at home in the sky.
Flying too low, thinking of the huge sea monsters he had occasionally seen on the sea before, Jincheng was a little afraid of the deep sea.
After flying for two days and nights, the dawn shone on the earth again until the continent reappeared in front of him.
Jincheng excitedly flapped his wings in anger, and prepared to head towards the direction of the Giant God Peak without any adjustment.
Because he could not point out the direction and navigate well, Jincheng still deviated a little.
But at least, he could sense the huge mountain that connected the sky and the earth in the distance.
However, when passing a large wheat field, for some reason, Jincheng suddenly felt a slight chill on his back.
It was as if he was locked by something.
But the Titan Dragon was very sure that he was wrapped in clouds and mist, hundreds of meters above the ground, and nothing could lock him.
"Flew too far? Tired and confused?" The Titan Dragon soaring in the clouds couldn't help muttering, and didn't care too much about it.
...
"I'm tired! Really tired!"
The middle-aged man muttered to himself, as if all the strength in his body had been drained. He slumped on the ground, looking into the distance with a confused look.
In the vast land east of Mount Targon, the civilians of Rakor have lived here for generations.
Although this place is not far from Mount Targon, for most Rakor people, the mysterious mountain towering into the clouds is just an unreachable existence.
Only those who are pious and eager to join the Rakor military cult "Lahorak" will go to the foot of Mount Targon and prove their firm belief in Mount Targon with practical actions.
However, not all Rakor people are keen on such hard training and pursuit. They prefer to live an ordinary and happy life.
In this eastern land, there is a quiet wheat field manor.
The east at the foot of Mount Targon is sparsely populated, adding a bit of quiet beauty to this manor farm.
At this moment, a man and a woman sat quietly in the manor, as if time had frozen.
The man was in middle age, and the vicissitudes of life left deep and shallow marks on his face.
His eyes revealed endless fatigue.
The woman looked to be in her sixties or seventies, and the years had left deep and shallow marks on her face, but her eyes were still bright and firm.
As the owner of this manor, she was sitting quietly in front of the sudden visitor.
Iula endured the rheumatic pain in her joints and was unaware of the slight chill on the ground.
She waited patiently until she saw the old friend's exhausted face gradually relax, as if ready to listen.
Iula then gently picked up a corner of her apron to wipe her eyes, which had become a little blurry due to old age, and cleared her throat.
"What's wrong with you, my old friend?"
Iula stared at the best friend of her deceased husband with concern and asked softly.
Although she knew in her heart that the other party did not need pity or care from others, Iula still habitually gave him emotional comfort.
"I just feel extremely tired, Iula. Endless wars, cruel repression, and unattainable ideals... Do I really have the ability to change the rules of this world?"
His voice was full of helplessness and confusion.
"It seems that as time goes by, even I gradually realize that the goal that once seemed unattainable and illusory may never be truly realized..."
The man shook his head helplessly, then took a deep breath and spoke slowly in an unusually heavy tone.
Iula on the side looked puzzled. She tilted her head pretending to be relaxed, but she still had a brilliant smile on her face and made extremely exaggerated movements:
"No, no, no! Dear old friend, if there is someone in this world who has the ability to subvert the existing world...If you have the potential to rule the world, then this person must be you! "
Faced with Iula's confident words full of trust and encouragement, the burly middle-aged man just remained silent, and finally he couldn't help but lower his head.
Iula cast his eyes on the middle-aged man who seemed a little depressed and lonely, and then laughed again and continued:
"Oh yes, old friend, it seems that the last time we met was two years ago! Haha, you are still the same as before! "
Hearing this, the middle-aged man who had been keeping his head down and saying nothing finally opened his lips and squeezed out two words from his teeth:
"Iwula..."
At this moment, the old woman standing aside silently looked at the depressed middle-aged man in front of her, her heart full of confusion.
She began to try to recall the scenes of every time she met this old friend.
Every time they met, the other party always appeared in front of her in an unexpectedly embarrassed posture!
Sometimes, he would appear in the wheat field, his exhausted and extremely haggard body, wearing a broken golden armor, and covered with deep scars that could be seen on the bone, as if he had just experienced a brutal battle;
Sometimes, you see the man staggering into the valley in a mess;
Other times, when your eyes fall on his dark blue cloak, you find that it has become tattered, mottled and ragged,
And the shield that should have been extremely solid was now just hanging loosely at his side.
As for the spear in his hand, its handle was full of dents and even severely twisted and deformed, and the tip of the spear dragged in the muddy land, like a plow used by the king.
Iula was just an ordinary woman.
The mortal thinking mode made it difficult for her to understand what kind of terrifying enemy could damage the weapons of the Protoss and wear out their armor.
Iula was silent, because she really couldn't imagine how vicious that power was.
However, it was such a man who was still tenacious and never surrendered in desperate situations...
The old woman slowly stood up, her eyes full of gentleness and kindness, and she gently comforted this old friend who had met again after a long absence:
"Well, you have suffered so much, I know that you are still bitter in your heart at this moment.
Every time I face those beings that I cannot understand, whether they are as powerful as Pantheon, as terrifying as Darkin, or as evil as demons...
Atres, you can always defeat them.
However, the various incidents you have experienced really make me feel extremely sad..."
Before she finished speaking, Iura fell into the memories of the past.
Recalling that this old friend always appeared in front of her in the most helpless and collapsed posture, she couldn't help but show a painful look on her face.
Iura couldn't help but hug the numb middle-aged man tightly in her arms, as if she was holding her beloved adopted daughter Hanni.
At this moment, those past memories surged into her heart like a tide, making Iura almost cry out loud.
After all, no matter how strong and brave the person in front of her is, he is just a mortal after all.
So, she continued to comfort him softly:
"Tell me, Atreus, what do you need?
As long as I can do it for you, I will do it! "
Atreus couldn't help showing a hint of expectation on his face when he heard this. He took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner excitement, and then slowly responded:
"Iura! I hope you can tell me! Even if you choose to give up in the end, it doesn't matter!"
As soon as the words came out, Iura fell silent instantly. She widened her eyes, looked up at the man in front of her with suspicion, and a chill surged in her heart.
The memories of the past surged into her mind like a tide, and she thought of her husband, Lahorak Pylas, the brave warrior who was once famous in the Sun Cult.
And now, the man standing in front of her is Lahorak Pylas's best friend.
"Atreus? What are you talking about? Can you please repeat it again?" Iura still couldn't accept what she just heard.
"The evil in this world is simply innumerable!
Iura, you know as well as I do, we have seen it all.
I have been fighting these beings for too long, but I have never found a way out...
However, I am really exhausted, exhausted, Iura.
I am tired, too tired.
The king of the underworld, the fallen god warriors, the stars and their blind slaves, the demons born in pain...
I used to think that what I needed to do was, is to keep standing up after falling down, no matter what you face...
But now..."
Atreus gritted his teeth and looked up into Iura's eyes.