Only a little bit of flame is needed to have unlimited burning possibilities... The flames released by the golden dragon are like this.

Like the queen of flames, huge fireballs shot out from Fafnir's palm... No matter how many fibrous roots there were and how fast they grew, they seemed unable to withstand the speed of these flames burning.

It's just that the entire [Lost Crack] is so big that it covers the entire territory of the thirteen clans in the [Inhuman Realm]... and this is just the [Lost Crack] where the [Toridor] clan is located.

These vines, and the fibrous roots that spread out from them, are endless... In fact, these fibrous roots only have simple instincts - but after they were angered by this place, the cracks underneath the entire [Toridor] clan

The [Lost Fangs] all fell into a state of riot!

At the edge of the corpse pit, countless vines are entangled. They cover the entire slope of the pit, and even higher... like huge waves of vines, covering them in waves!

In an instant, the entire pit of corpses was completely transformed into the territory of these blood-sucking vines... On the ground, the tangled blue-black blood-sucking vines were like a roughly woven carpet.

And then, from under the earth, one after another, two-person vines emerged from the ground like long worms, twisting and twisting, reaching a height of tens of meters.

Fafnir still released his dragon flames without hesitation - but what it didn't realize was that a lot of sweat had broken out on its body.

Suddenly, it felt a emptiness in its body... The golden dragon possesses a huge amount of magic power - but at this time, it felt like it was powerless - not only was the recovery of magic power around here extremely small, but what was even more terrible was that

...It actually has some problems of its own.

It's a matter of physical strength.

At this time, Fafnir's state was like that of a boxer who was about to defend his championship, but on the night before the decisive battle, he went crazy and indulged in several sluts - he was sweating profusely after the first round.

Drenching, loss of stamina, and weakness in the legs—commonly known as: kidney deficiency.

The terrifyingly powerful dragon flames suddenly covered and destroyed the waves of tumbling vines. Following this, dozens of huge blood-sucking vines as thick as two people could hug each other shot out countless fishing lines.

The fibrous roots untied Fafnir's body, limbs, and waist and abdominal limbs.

Faced with this situation, the golden dragon's feeling of powerlessness became more and more obvious... and even began to gasp for air.

Of course, even panting sounds nice - after all, it is indeed a very close to perfect and beautiful... um, creature.

——Me! Fafnir! Explode!!

A huge dragon roar erupted from its mouth. Although the cry in its heart was not actually spoken, to this extent, no matter whether it loves beauty or has a writer's heart, it is still essentially a dragon, and

This is the last golden dragon - the ferocity of the dragon is completely aroused at this moment!

Finally, the weak-legged golden dragon was finally covered by layers of roots... tightly, and finally became a huge cocoon!

Seeing the mysterious [female] who calls herself [Miro-chan] finally trapped in the roots of the [Lost Fang], she is holding the girl Mina in both hands and is relying on the bat wings behind her to avoid the pursuing vines.

Norman], his face suddenly became more solemn.

Facing the overwhelming vine-less vines, [Norman] failed to break out of the [Lost Crack] in the end. He couldn't even break out of the corpse pit here, so the [Waves] of these vines directly hit him.

It was covered, and together with the girl Mina, they were submerged in this terrifying sea of ​​plants...

When the resistance no longer existed, the entire corpse pit was now at least half shallower than usual... because fully half of the vines and fibrous roots of the [Lost Fang] had been filled here... also

Even after the so-called first vampire died, it still had active capillaries in its body.

Only the strange algae growing on the cliffs on both sides still emit a soft blue light... The place finally fell into a strange tranquility.

And in this dead silence, only the resentful spirits of the children were playing or crawling on the sea of ​​vines... scattered around.

Even in the sea of ​​vines, a large number of vines will automatically weave into various shapes...slides, mounts, or dolls.

Just like accompanying...accompanying these resentful spirits.

A strange and silent [playground] appeared just like this on top of the sea of ​​vines that submerged the entire pit of corpses.

…

at the same time.

Buried deep in the bottom layer of the ocean of vines, in the original pit of corpses, in the shelters built by the humans who once lived here...houses made of red dragon bones.

There was a clear space around the house and even above it... The vines seemed to have been woven into a basket, placed upside down on the residence, and then began to harden... After hardening, the vines were like iron branches.

Generally, it is quite effective in resisting the unconscious growth of fibrous roots.

In the residence, between Luo Qiu and this little resentful spirit, the place where the fingers of both parties touched was like the glimmer of starlight, reflecting the surroundings.

…

What is opened are some fragments of its short life.

Maybe it's fiction, maybe it's a real past - when the boss and the maid slowly opened their eyes in this past.

It's still the original pit of corpses, but everywhere you look, it's more energetic than when Boss Luo and the maid first arrived.

The same color, the same pile of corpses, the same residence... But there is a vague [road], which is organized and can be walked by people, rather than scattered and disorderly skeletons on the ground... Also,

people.

The descendants of ancient humans who escaped from vampire [farms] once lived here.

Because it is just an image, [people] here naturally cannot know that a strange man and woman are coming next to them... and they will never know - because strictly speaking, for them who appear at this moment, the boss and the maid belong to

【future】.

This is the past.

In addition... there is sunlight here - not the orchid light released by special algae, but sunlight.

Transparent, seemingly with real heat, allowing shadows to be clearly distinguished, with light from the breeze - but no sun.

This is why Boss Luo’s first impression is about [vitality].

"Here..." The maid naturally saw the clue.

But Luo Qiu shook his head slightly. He looked at the people in groups in front of him, and then walked over - this place was naturally different from what was described in the animal skin diary.

At least, judging from the current situation, the environment was slightly different from what was recorded in the diary - he saw a lot of food, made into various dry foods, and left in front of their respective homes.

The edge of the pit has been cultivated into fields, and men are cultivating the fields. Women, on the other hand, are collecting berries near the fields, or kneading plant fibers into lines in front of their homes, and using crude bone needles to cultivate the fields.

They are making clothes... and some are raising newborn babies.

Luo Qiu heard the sound of a woman singing softly...through the window supported by bones, inside the residence, a mother was gently pushing the cradle.

Inside is a sleeping child. He has only just come into this world and his eyes have not yet been opened properly.

——Send a wish and let the stars take it away.

- Doing this work will get you far

——Send a wish and let the stars take it away.

——You who drew the map will also be at a certain location on the map.

——Wave your hands and send a hope;

——A last wish before death.

——Wave your hands and send a hope;

——Save all your failed souls...

It will make the child sleep better...a lullaby from the mother.

Not long after, the man returned home carrying the day's harvest... The man put down the heavy basket on his back, came to the cradle with a smile, lowered his head to kiss the woman, and then lowered his waist to kiss the sleeping woman.

's children.

At this moment, as if he really existed in this past, as if he could really disturb men, women, and sleeping children, Luo Qiu put his fingers to his lips and made a gesture to the maid.

A soft gesture.

He didn't even want to speak for fear of breaking the peace.

On the cleaner [road], the boss and the maid gradually came to a more open place... There is a square with various strange decorations... This feeling is similar to the clan's [farm].

The ancient races in the [Farm] received various educations and were given different personalities... Even if they are of the same age, their culture, aesthetics, and cognition are all different... First

Only unique [crops] can be called high-end [food].

But Luo Qiu has not yet found the figure of the little resentful spirit - even though this past is based on it as a link to reconnect the past and the future in this short period of time.

Maybe it doesn't appear because of its perspective...or maybe it just hides.

Luo Qiu felt that it was more like hiding, playing a hide-and-seek game... The two of them looked at a pillar next to it that was made of many unknown bones.

I saw a small figure, poking its head out at this moment, and then quickly shrinking back... Who else could it be if it wasn't the little evil spirit that invaded Maria?

But when the master and the servant arrived in front of the bone pillar, the little resentful spirit had already walked away - and entered the chaotic and very regular "street" of bones.

It would look back frequently, as if it were a timid but extremely naughty little monster that came out to cause trouble on Halloween... as if to guide them somewhere.

They followed.

The surroundings seemed to change into thick fog, coming suddenly, and then suddenly going away. The edge of the pit of corpses was already in front of me... It stopped in front of a hole at the bottom edge of the pit, and faced Luo Qiu and the maid.

After the young lady looked back for the last time, she plunged into the cave and disappeared.

They had no intention of following them in... because they already felt that someone was about to walk out of the cave... but the figure only came to the edge of the cave.

Where the sun cannot shine, at the edge where shadow and light meet... a figure is vaguely visible.

The little resentful spirit was hiding at the feet of this figure, and then timidly poked its head out.
To be continued...