Steel steam and flame

The wings flapped several times, causing the speed to directly exceed the speed of sound, smashing the air, leaving a translucent winding and broken tunnel. The speed increased sharply, and as the altitude climbed, when the air began to become thinner and thinner, the air tunnel gradually disappeared, leaving only a huge flowing shadow upward, which was quickly blocked by the heavy branches of the new world tree.

There was almost no sound around. When the mist and clouds completely went below and covered the appearance of the earth, Monikoloa also folded his wings and continued to attack upward with the remaining strength. It wasn't until the speed was reduced that it spread its claws, firmly grasped the bark of the world tree that was comparable to steel alloy, and continued to climb upward.

The higher you go, the more you enter a world without sound. Except for the World Tree, the surrounding area appears to be extremely clean. Looking down, you can see a large gray fog and sea of ​​clouds, surrounded by a transparent and colorless space, and looking up, you can see the mirror-like dark blue sky that is getting closer and closer.

"Huh..." Monikoloa breathed out a heavy breath. He had seen this scene so many times that his memories were overlapping at this moment, and he could not clearly distinguish the specific time corresponding to each memory fragment. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't affect anything.

It maintained a uniform speed, leaving deep claw marks on the New World Tree along the way. At this moment, groups of light spots the size of an adult's fist separated from the bark of the tree. They moved and quickly merged into one, becoming an energy aggregate that emitted weak green fluorescence.

"The light of the red star has arrived." The voice sounded directly in Monikoloa's head.

"I know." Monikoloa replied, and speeded up, accompanied by the energy light ball condensed by the new world tree, getting closer and closer to the mirror-like sky.

Within a few breaths, the dark blue mirror sky was already in front of us. Monikoloa and the energy light ball continued to face upwards, but they were as if they were sinking into the lake, without causing any ripples, and were completely absorbed by them. But this scene has long existed in the memories of both of them, and they cannot let any change in their mood.

Passing through the mirrored sky, the surrounding scenery changes instantly. The clean and transparent space was replaced by a large black and green hurricane. The sound of the sharp wind hitting and cutting the branches and bark of the world was as harsh as cutting metal parts in a factory. There is still sunlight here, but it looks very dark and has a lot of heat.

But whether it was a hurricane or a dim but powerful light, they were all ignored by Monikoloa.

"The third general also sensed it. Its spiritual body has returned to the whirlpool of the extreme sea. It seems that relying only on Cassia's body, which has not yet transformed into a second type of life, will indeed cause huge limitations for him." At this moment, the new world The voice of the tree sounded again, and after only a few breaths, the words were continued with some surprise, "The Samestre of the giant whale group also established a connection with their cluster graves, allowing the perception to directly break through the deep blue field. the last barrier."

"It turns out that Samoestel is still alive... I haven't caught any traces of it for so long. I thought it had died quietly and, like most giant whales, became the food of a cluster of graves. It's very old. A friend of mine still remembers that thousands of years ago, he fought with it for a long time on the sea to divide the range lines in the depths of the endless sea, but ultimately there was no result, so the range divisions remained the same without any change."

Hearing the familiar name that had settled in his memory from the mouth of the new world tree, Monikoloa felt very good, "How is its situation? I think we are friends. After all, except for the depths of the endless sea, Range line, we have had a lot of contact on other matters. But neither I nor it seems willing to disturb the other. If it were to host the 'Moby Dick Project' of the giant whale group, I would be willing to agree. Several of the conditions proposed by Eleanor, some cooperation. And the bones of the owners of the dragon's lair stored on the island in the sky were given to them for smelting, or directly used as the basic framework of some machinery, even if they are the same as me, They are all the masters of Ten Thousand Dragons' Lair from generation to generation. However, I will change my mind and will not consider it an insult."

"Actually, you don't have to impose such conditions on yourself."

"The risk can be reduced only if conditions are met. After all, he is the third general, and I don't really want to be his enemy."

"But in the end you still need to make a choice, and there is not much time." The new World Tree replied, followed by a brief pause, "Your old friend has also discovered you. Do you need to talk to it in person? It The situation... is definitely not as good as you imagined. After all, there is an age difference of thousands of years. You have also said before that if they were in the same era, perhaps relying on your own and its power, the relationship between the giant dragon and the giant whale might be able to Got a nice reprieve.”

"Well... it was indeed an idea I had a long time ago." Monikoloa stopped climbing at this moment. The New World Tree understood its meaning and immediately immersed itself in it. After a few breaths, her voice rang out, "Okay, Summerstel is in a very good mood."

"Thank you." Monikoloa said, closing his eyes at the same time, and his mind instantly followed the passage established by the New World Tree to the endless sea in the far distance.

At the same time, there was a dark ocean with no visible edge. It seemed to be a windless zone, the sea surface was calm, and the sky was light blue. A huge iceberg floated quietly, and inside the iceberg, a huge cavity was illuminated by light blue light. A huge whale seemed to be stranded, with most of its body lying on the ice and the smaller half submerged in the sea water.

Its skin is no longer pure black. Like an old man's white hair, there are gray-white patches. In the center of these patches, it seems like a parasitic substance. Dark blue crystals are slowly growing one after another, forming a shape. Clusters of thorns suck the huge energy of the giant whale itself.

Feeling the spirit coming from a distant place, the quiet whale opened its eyes with a long breath, revealing its dark pupils wrapped in layers of rapidly rotating rings. There was indeed a moment when the figure of a giant dragon appeared in his pupils.

Immediately, the giant whale closed its eyes again, and a silent voice sounded, which could only be heard by it: "I haven't seen you for a long time, my friend. I didn't expect to meet in this form. My appearance should not make you feel..." Feel uncomfortable."

"When a dragon gets old, its scales will fall off piece by piece. I'm starting to fall off too now."

"That's really not good news."

"Yeah, it's not good news." Monikoloa sighed, "Can't we hold on for a little longer? It's only been more than ten years. Maybe there will be a turn for the better after that."