The morning mist of the fortress was like a thin veil, but it could not cover up the pungent smell of burning in the air. Last night, half of the city wall that was ravaged by the raging dragon flames was still stubbornly emitting green smoke, which was rising in curls, as if silently telling the thrilling disaster. Lin Feng dragged his heavy steps and trudged on the broken rubble on the ground. Every step was accompanied by a "creaking" sound, as if stepping on the wounds of time. He looked solemnly, watching the soldiers carefully carry out the charred bodies from the ruins. The twisted postures of those bodies seemed to solidify the painful struggle before the death of life. The sobbing of the survivors was like a sharp dagger, constantly piercing his eardrums, and the sound was full of endless grief for the loss of relatives and homes. The source of all this is the young child who was brought back to the Dragonborn Alliance three days ago. At this moment, he is being held in the deepest part of the dungeon. He is like a mysterious spark that hides a huge secret, causing the entire Dragonborn Alliance to be shrouded in terrible rumors - rumors say that Lin Wanqiu's residual soul has quietly attached itself to this child, driving the terrifying dragon flame, ruthlessly devouring fresh lives.

  At the entrance of the dungeon, a bone-chilling coldness hits the face, as if a cold hand instantly clenched people's hearts. The damp stone walls are densely covered with dark green mosses, which grow wantonly, as if declaring their sovereignty in this dark corner. The tribal girl stands tall, holding a water-purifying dragon ball that emits a faint glow, and stands quietly in front of the iron chain engraved with dragon-suppressing spells. Her right eye flashes with the mysterious blue light of the dragon ball, like a bright star in the night sky, contrasting with her snow-white hair. The hair flutters slightly in the cold draft, like frost and snow swaying in the wind in winter. "He hasn't eaten for three days." The girl's voice is slightly hoarse, echoing in this gloomy environment, with a hint of imperceptible worry, "But the restrictions of the dungeon are like being torn by an invisible hand, and are gradually weakened every day."

  Lin Feng looked solemn, slowly stretched out his hand, and grasped the scale-reversing blade. At that moment, as soon as the blade touched the iron chain, the originally dim spell suddenly glowed with a dazzling red light, like a ignited flame, jumping in the darkness. Then, drops of thick, pungent and fishy black liquid oozed out of the iron chain. The black liquid slowly slid down the iron chain and dripped onto the ground, instantly making a "sizzling" sound, as if sulfuric acid dripped on the metal. The ground was instantly corroded into deep black pits, and the pungent smell spread, making people sick. At this time, Lin Feng could clearly feel that a familiar and unfamiliar breath, like a winding snake, slowly spread from the depths of the dungeon. In that breath, there was both the tenderness unique to Lin Wanqiu, like a spring breeze, gently brushing across the heart; and mixed with some ancient and mysterious power, as if it came from the ancient call, with the weight of years and the depth of the unknown. As he moved deeper into the dungeon, the air became more oppressive, as if an invisible boulder was pressing heavily on his chest. The torches on the wall flickered in the whistling wind, casting ever-changing shadows, like countless twisted and hideous faces baring their fangs and claws in the darkness.

  In the deepest part of the dungeon, a young child curled up alone in a haystack in the corner. His originally round and cute face was now so thin that it made people feel distressed. His cheekbones were slightly protruding, and his eyes were deep and deep, which was inconsistent with his age. When he slowly raised his head, Lin Feng's breathing stopped instantly, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. The pair of eyes that were originally clear and bright had now completely turned into vertical dragon eyes, with a strange green light, like a beast lurking in the cold night. The child's palm slowly turned over, and he saw fine dragon scales quickly breaking out of the ground like bamboo shoots after rain. In the dim light, they flashed with a strange and cold luster, and each scale seemed to be telling an ancient and mysterious story.

  "Let me out." The child finally spoke. His voice was clear but also full of an indescribable sense of vicissitudes. It was mixed with ancient dragon language. Each syllable seemed to have a metallic texture, making a trembling sound that echoed in this closed dungeon space. "What you have trapped is not the residual soul, but the last memory of the dragon race."

  As soon as the voice fell, there was a sudden sound of fierce weapons colliding outside the dungeon. The sound of metal collision was sharp and piercing, instantly breaking the silence in the dungeon. The girl's face suddenly changed, and her originally fair face turned pale in an instant. Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she screamed: "Chaos believers! How did they find this place?" Lin Feng reacted quickly and turned around without hesitation. The reverse scale blade was unsheathed with a "swoosh". The blade drew a dazzling golden arc in the air, like a lightning that cut through the darkness. Three masked figures, like ghosts, broke through the wall. Their clothes were covered with black mucus that exuded a foul smell. The mucus kept dripping, leaving a pool of disgusting stains on the ground. One of them, whose behavior was even more bizarre, suddenly cut off his ears, and blood flowed down his cheeks and dripped on the ground, quickly outlining a distorted and terrifying chaos totem.

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  "Blood and flesh return to their origin! Chaos is eternal!" The believers held up their gleaming daggers and screamed wildly. The sound seemed to come from the roar of hell. With endless enthusiasm and determination, they rushed towards the child frantically. As they shouted, the blood on the totem instantly boiled, like ignited magma, bubbling "gurgle gurgle". Then, the ground seemed to be forcibly torn apart by a giant hand, and countless thin cracks appeared. Pale tentacles slowly stretched out from the cracks. They twisted like the arms of evil spirits crawling out of hell, exuding a creepy breath, and instantly entangled the girl's ankles. The girl widened her eyes in horror. She gritted her teeth and waved the dragon ball in her hand with all her strength. The blue light of the dragon ball was like a surging tide, spreading instantly. Wherever the blue light went, the tentacles seemed to be burned by the fire, making a piercing scream, and then quickly turned into a pool of smelly black liquid, exuding a suffocating smell.

  Seeing this, Lin Feng danced the Ni Lin Blade in his hand tightly, and the blade light flickered, as if weaving a golden light curtain. His figure was as fast as lightning, rushing towards the believer who was in the front, and the blade with a sharp momentum instantly cut the believer into two pieces. However, a strange thing happened. There was no bright red blood flowing out of the cut wound, but a large number of dense black insects gushed out. These insects poured out like a tide, and quickly gathered together after landing, and in the blink of an eye, they re-formed a new human form. Lin Feng was shocked to realize that these so-called believers actually had countless wriggling black insects under their skin. They had long lost their human nature and completely degenerated into terrifying monsters created by the power of chaos.

  At this moment, the child suddenly raised his head and uttered a clear dragon roar. The sound was so high and passionate that it seemed to penetrate the barriers of time and space, shaking the stone walls of the dungeon and causing gravel to fall. The dragon scales on his palm burst into a dazzling light at this moment, as dazzling as the scorching sun. Under the illumination of this light, the pale tentacles burst one after another and turned into flying dust. But at this critical moment, a believer seized the opportunity and stabbed the child's heart with a dagger like a hungry wolf. At the critical moment of life and death, Lin Feng's eyes were stern, and his figure flashed like a ghost, and he instantly blocked the fatal blow with the reverse scale blade. The blade and the dagger collided, bursting out dazzling sparks, and the sparks splashed, instantly illuminating the believer's crazy and twisted face. His eyes flashed with fanaticism and greed, as if he was possessed by a demon.

  "His blood is the key to open the Chaos Sea!" The believer screamed at the top of his lungs, the sound almost bursting through his throat. Then, his body suddenly swelled up, like a blown-up balloon, and instantly turned into a thick black mist. Countless sharp spikes stretched out from the mist, they flashed with cold light, carrying a deadly breath, and shot towards the child like a rainstorm. Lin Feng did not hesitate, his eyes were firm, as if he had made up his mind to die, and he quickly opened his arms and used his body to protect the child. The spikes ruthlessly pierced his scales, and the scales were pierced in an instant, and the golden blood splashed out, drawing a series of sad and beautiful arcs in the air. The severe pain came like a surging tide, wave after wave, almost drowning him, but Lin Feng's eyes were still as firm as a rock, without the slightest retreat.

  In the chaos, the girl suppressed her fear and tension and quickly activated the sealing power of the Water Purification Dragon Ball. The Dragon Ball slowly floated in the air, emitting a soft and powerful blue light. The blue light seemed to have life, and quickly turned into a huge net, covering all the Chaos believers. The believers caught in the net seemed to fall into an endless abyss of pain, and screamed shrilly, the sound was creepy. Their bodies gradually dissipated under the blue light, like ice and snow melting under the scorching sun, and finally only a foul-smelling mucus with a pungent smell was left on the ground.

  After the dust settled, the dungeon was silent, with only the crackling sound of burning torches, as if playing the final aftermath of this thrilling battle. Lin Feng turned slowly, his body trembling slightly, the wounds on his scales still oozing blood, but his eyes were incomparably firm. He looked at the child behind him. At this moment, the child's eyes revealed a depth and vicissitudes far beyond his age, as if he had seen through the mysteries of all things in the world. "I am indeed not Lin Wanqiu." The child's voice was calm and distant, like an echo from ancient times, "but I know where she went, and I know how to wake her up. However, you must be prepared, the truth may be difficult for you to accept."

  There was a dead silence in the dungeon, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. Lin Feng tightly grasped the Ni Lin Blade, his knuckles slightly whitened due to the force, and there were still traces of fighting on the blade. The girl also tightly grasped the Water Purification Dragon Ball, and the light of the dragon ball flickered slightly in her hand, as if echoing her nervous mood. They all knew that the secret hidden in this young child was like a bomb that was about to explode, and it might completely change the fate of the entire dragon race and even the world.