Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 219 Descendants of the Dragon
The dream felt like I was back at the moment I fell into the sea.

The icy seawater made it hard to breathe. Instinctively, I tried to grab onto something in the water, but the light in front of me kept receding into the distance, gradually sinking deeper into the sea...

At that moment, memories seemed to keep replaying in my mind.

……

“My child, you will inherit the ancient mission to guard the greatest secret of the Secret Order. You will be the last lock of the Secret Order.”

Being completely ignorant and only one year old, I could barely walk properly, yet the old, aged cultivator in front of me looked at me with a complex expression.

It's incredible that, although I was only one year old, I seemed to already have a certain level of comprehension. I could understand what the old monk in front of me was saying, although I didn't quite understand the meaning of some of the words.

The old monk spoke slowly before her.

"Now, many people, including the Secret Order, mistakenly believe that preserving the World Key is the Secret Order's true purpose... But that's not the case. Long before the World Key appeared in this world, the Secret Order had already been quietly continuing for thousands of years. Safeguarding the World Key is merely one of the Secret Order's later responsibilities; the Secret Order has always had a sacred duty..."

"This sacred responsibility is known to only five people in the world: the master of the secret order, the three elders of the secret order, and..."

The old cultivator paused for a moment, then looked at the young child in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"Guardians of the Secret Order—you and your ancestors."

ancestor?

Young children may not be able to understand the meaning of this sentence.

But the old monk didn't offer any further explanation. He simply placed his aged hand on her head and softly recited the ancient hymn that the members of the Hermitage would chant when each master ascended to the throne.

This eulogy was heard by Leonardo da Vinci, Newton, and Hugo...

The meaning of this eulogy can only be truly understood by the masters and elders of past generations who know its secrets.

"The gods rejoice, the gods rejoice... You are the one who knows the mandate of heaven, you are the one who has glimpsed the secrets, inheriting the ancient bloodline, preserving the eternal loyalty. You must remember, what cannot be spoken, what cannot be heard, what cannot be seen..."

That hymn seemed to be telling the story of one's own life.

……

After that, a little girl named Wendy, who grew up in England, was recruited by an organization called "Brother John" under the Secret Order because of her intelligence and innocent background. She became a logistics and intelligence officer and learned knowledge between the inner world and the outer world.

And so, she encountered that young, aloof man...

The long memories before that were always of tedious training, training, training, training... as pale as a black and white photograph. Only after meeting that young man did the pale world gradually gain more vibrant colors.

He was a cold and ruthless person, but only on rare occasions, when no one was around, would he reveal that lonely sadness. In his heart, there was always an unfillable void.

In the young man's eyes, she was just a very young girl, a little sister, but her precocious nature made her mind more like that of a young man's peer.

Countless times, she wanted to get closer to the boy who had an empty heart.

I want to be held in his arms, to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, to smell his rich breath, to kiss his thin lips, to lick his earlobe, to have his strong arms around my waist, to touch the scars on his back, to have my body kissed by his warm, wet lips... I want to do all sorts of things that only adults do.

She loved him, but he didn't know it.

Many times, she couldn't help but think how wonderful it would have been if she had been born ten years earlier, or even just five years earlier.

……

Memories flashed through my mind, only to fade away one by one in my hazy consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, a deep voice finally rang in my ears.

"...That's great, at least some descendants have survived..."

"...Although it is no longer in the body of a dragon, it still has the blood of a dragon..."

"...We are the last of the descendants..."

For some reason, even though I couldn't understand the language used by those inhuman voices, I could still comprehend its meaning, as if it were an instinct.

A wondrous power gradually filled his body. Inside, his dead heart began to beat powerfully again, pumping blood imbued with ancient power to every part of his body.

Slowly opening my eyes, I saw a faint light before me, and above me, an endless darkness. I opened my mouth, only to realize that I was still in the water, but strangely, I no longer needed to breathe.

Struggling to his feet, he was surrounded by the remains of numerous enormous creatures. Their long ribs and wing bones had turned into fossils over the long years, but the bones of these giant beasts emitted a faint glow, illuminating the dark underwater world.

Among those bones, he could feel faint sounds coming from the corpses, as if the corpses were calling to him.

Hesitantly reaching out, he touched the corpses, and a tremendous force, along with numerous images, surged into his body. In a daze, the dead corpses seemed to come alive before him; lost flesh was replenished, broken bones were rebuilt, and finally, one by one, they stood up and soared before him…

It was as if we had returned to that mythical era, where the broad wings of dragons covered the sky and the roaring dragon cries shook the heavens. Thousands of dragons soared in the sky, and all living beings trembled in fear of the dragons' power.

Those colossal dragons, some tens of meters long and as large as small mountains, waved their broad wings, creating storms in the air. Countless dragons soared through the sky, their massive figures obscuring the heavens, emitting earth-shaking roars. When these deep and awe-inspiring roars converged, it was as if the dragons were singing an epic.

However, an indescribable torrential downpour was falling from the sky, and the whole world was shrouded in an unprecedented rain and fog.

The dragons' breath could destroy any powerful enemy, but it couldn't dry up this world of torrential rain. For every foot the dragons flew up with their wings, the world's sea level would rise ten feet.

In this vast ocean world, the only hope lies in the enormous, swaying ship, but no dragon can fly aboard it.

Day after day, one dragon after another fell into the sea and drowned from exhaustion. But the grieving dragons did not give up, for they had seen hope. The phantoms of the dead dragons roared across the sky, chanting the epics and stories of the dragons to the dragon descendants who were watching all this.

"...The last descendant, the last dragon..."

……

I woke up in a daze to find myself in front of a simple shed, with sparse sunlight streaming through. I was only wearing a piece of clothing, and a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. Just as I was about to get up, a hand pressed me down.

"Your abdominal wound hasn't healed yet, so don't move."

Following that hand, she saw Joan standing beside her, while Roberts, whose hands and legs were fixed in place by rough wooden boards, was on the other side. Roberts had woken up earlier and was turning his head to look at her.

Of the two injured, one suffered a severe abdominal injury and the other had multiple fractures throughout his body, while only Joan was unharmed.

If Roberts hadn't experienced life-or-death situations multiple times and encountered similar circumstances, and hadn't carefully guided Joan on how to stabilize her wounds, Joan would probably have been at a loss.

"This is an isolated island, and for the time being, there seems to be no danger."

After confirming that Wendy was alright, Joan tactfully left the shed, knowing that her father and adoptive mother had a lot to talk about.

The man and woman fell silent. After a long while, Roberts spoke first.

"Wendy... I just had a headache again."

Wendy didn't speak; she simply listened quietly, a habit the two had developed over the years.

Meanwhile, Roberts spoke slowly to the side.

“After that incident, I developed headaches… Wendy, you told me it was caused by that incident, and I have to take medication regularly. I’ve never doubted it until now. But Wendy, tell me now…”

Roberts looked at Wendy beside him, his gaze unusually complex.

Do I really have headaches, or is it because of your medications?

“I haven’t taken my medicine in a long time. Just as my headache started, some blurry memories began to surface in my mind… memories I don’t remember at all. What exactly happened that day? What kind of medicine did you give me? What is the Guardian of the Hermitage? Why were those guys targeting Joan? Why are you a dragon? Why… why have you been keeping this from me all along?”

Roberts wanted to say something more, but he stopped abruptly. He gritted his teeth and looked at the girl in front of him, whom he had watched grow up, only to realize that this girl he thought he knew was actually so unfamiliar.

He paused for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Now, you can tell me everything."

Faced with Roberts' questioning, Wendy paused for a moment. She clutched her abdominal wound and struggled to stand up. Compared to Roberts, who had fractures all over his body, her wounds were relatively minor.

The clothes she was wearing fell off, revealing her beautiful and graceful body to Roberts, but Wendy felt no shame whatsoever.

The shed wasn't far from the beach. Gazing at the ocean not far away, and further out at the horizon where the sea met the sky, a slightly chilly sea breeze blew against her naked body. Wendy remained inexplicably silent.

"Do you...really want to know?"

She raised her hand, gently tucking her disheveled long hair behind her ear, and spoke in a cool, clear voice.

To this, Roberts simply replied.

"I need to know."

"Then... I will tell you the greatest secret of the Priory of Sion."

The owner of that graceful body turned her head, her exquisite face and golden dragon eyes looking at Roberts behind her. She spoke softly.

"All of this is related to Sister Betty..."

(End of this chapter)