Chapter 220: Dry Bones, Yinglong, Cocoon

"It feels like a tomb robber." Bai Mo held up a bronze lamp in his hand, looked at the bronze door in front of him, and said to himself: "I don't know if there are ghosts blowing out the lights inside."

After Baidi read through the remaining documents of the Chen family, the history of the Chen family was dug out.

An ordinary mixed-race family without a Dragon King or Odin, which is inferior to Lu Mingfei's Lu family.

If there was no Chen Motong, Bai Mo might have thought that the Chen family was just an ordinary family born with the power of mixed-bloods.

However, Chen Motong's bronze door shows that her identity is definitely not a simple mixed-race, and there are many secrets hidden behind her.

Bai Mo took a deep breath, held the spiritual power from his own body in his hand, and then reached out and pressed down.

crunch~
The bronze door was pushed open, revealing a pile of dry bones nailed to a cross.

Bai Mo walked into the bronze gate and arrived in front of the dry bones in a few steps. With the help of the bronze lamp in his hand, he could see its appearance clearly.

The dried bones were in the form of a young boy, with an unknown number of nails piercing its body, almost filling up the entire skeleton.

"Who are you…"

The boy raised his head and uttered the "language" of the spirit. He looked at Bai Fo with his head wrapped in dry leaves, and silver flames danced in his pupils.

"Fire Lord, no, it's not."

"Priest, no, it's not."

"New God, no, it's not."

The boy spoke one word after another, his tone like an emperor issuing an imperial decree in a cold palace.

"Izanami, you finally woke up."

Although he didn't understand why he was called Izanami, Baimo waved his hand and chatted casually: "Who are you?"

"You are not Izanami." The boy shook his head, then twisted his stiff neck and slowly spoke with a crackling sound.

"Who are you!"

The silver flame turned into golden light, and dark golden wings spread out behind the boy, with broken and fractured bones on the wings.

It is dilapidated and incomplete, but it contains the majesty of the gods.

"Who are you?" Bai Mo looked at the boy calmly, not affected at all.

Time was quiet, the boy folded his wings, and the flames in his eyes returned to silver.

"New God, what do you want?"

"I have many questions about what the history of the world is."

“History, hahahaha.”

It didn't know how the boy laughed, but in the midst of the vague laughter, it looked at Baimo wantonly.

“What do you think history is?”

“The Black King created the Four Dragon Kings, used his power to create the priest White King, established the Dragon Clan, and ruled the world with tyranny. The Dragon Clan created humans, and the theory of evolution is wrong.

The White King rebelled and led one-third of the dragon clan to wage war against the Black King. In the end, he was killed by the Black King and took back the power that was bestowed upon him. "

"Then the Black King was killed, and all traces of the dragon race disappeared. Humans relied on women to mate with the dragon race, and offered up saints to give birth to controllable hybrids."

"The hybrids killed the dragons and slew the four dragon kings."

"On the throne, the Dragon King is a twin, holding power and strength respectively. This was specially divided when the Black King gave birth to these children."

"In 2012, the Black King returns."

The boy was silent. He looked up at Baimo and felt sad for some reason.

"Has history been changed like this?"

"Yes, history is like a little girl that can be dressed up by anyone. The hybrids now rely on the Ice Sea Fragments and the Norse mythology history to study the dragon race."

"........."

"What do you think history is?"

Hearing Bai Mo's question, the boy remained silent.

Bai Mo waited for it to calm down for a while, then continued, "This is the history of the hybrid species. The history I know is not like this."

"The hybrids once had a glorious past. Ten thousand years ago, the hybrids inherited the alchemy of the dragon race. They built the Supreme Saint Dynasty and achieved miracles through alchemy that are impossible to achieve even now."

"The kingdom of God, the Nibelung, was built, and then the iteration of God, from the old God to the new God, and the process repeated."

"Myths are the historical stories of mixed races."

The boy spoke.

"You know, it's not surprising that you're here."

"When God enters the realm of the soul, he will definitely know this history." "So, what is the real history?"

Bai Mo expressed the question he had been exploring.

"Why was the dragon race destroyed?"

"It's a complete lie that humans killed the Black King." The boy sneered.

"Humans are like this. They like to forcibly regard things that do not belong to them as their own. Frozen Sea Fragments, Norse Mythology, what ridiculous words."

"History has a clear context. You can't just take something that you don't know if it was randomly made up and use it as your own history."

At this point, the boy was obviously disgusted by this behavior.

“I don’t know the real history either.”

The boy looked up at Baimo.

"Let me go, and I will tell you everything I know."

"what your name?"

"Name..." The boy's body made a crackling sound, which was the nail stopping it.

"It seems that you can't tell your name, but I will help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Mo pressed down with his own strength.

Elements, spirits, souls, or something else.

The boy didn't know what this was. He only realized that when the man in front of him pressed his fingers, the nails on his body loosened.

"I am - Yinglong."

"Yinglong?"

Yinglong, a winged dragon, is a character recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, who assisted Huangdi in defeating Chiyou.

“What is history?”

Yinglong spoke calmly.

"The dragon race does not exist."

"Dragons don't exist!"

This was a big surprise, and some of Baimo's other offspring showed behavioral errors.

If the Dragon Clan did not exist, all the so-called preparations would need to be started over again. All the work that had been completed, was in progress, and had not yet begun would have to be replanned.

"Yes, the dragon race does not exist. If the four dragon kings and the White King really exist, then mastering the authority of the elements would be an incomprehensible existence."

"This... is indeed true." Bai Mo did not doubt its truth. He, Medea and Naya were not something that ordinary people could understand.

Holding authority and possessing the power to control one of the five elements of the earth, the corresponding information index is not a memory that the "Dragon King" can bear.

“Humans evolved naturally.”

"It seems that the theory of evolution is true. Darwin might be grateful for your support."

“Who is Darwin?”

"A common man who proposed that humans evolved from forest apes and that humans and gorillas are relatives."

"He sounds like a very good person, able to do this, to reveal such a truth in a world controlled by the hybrids, and to directly challenge the hybrids."

"...When you think about it this way, he is indeed a tough guy."

According to Yinglong, Darwin was challenging the hybrid race's cover-up of history, which was definitely an act of seeking death.

If Darwin was a macho man, then the scientists of his time might also be a group of super macho men.

"If humans evolved naturally, then why did hybrids appear that could manipulate the elements?"

"Because of the cocoon."

"cocoon."

"The Black King, the Cocoon."

"The vessel for the Black King's resurrection?"

"No, the Black King's Cocoon is not the vessel for the Black King's resurrection, but the Black King."

"Why are the Black King and the Black King's Cocoon equated?"

"Let me go, and I'll tell you the answer."

"You are taking things out of context!" Bai Mo complained.

(End of this chapter)