Never had I ever felt this feeling before. Did not dare to stop running; did not dare to look back, as if only in this way would hell not devour me.

    After my lucky escape from the wall where the Imperial Dragons were located, fear drove me and I kept running until the moment of dawn.

    "Stop now. Stop!  we can't catch up with you." The Beard Captain with short legs looked at me complainingly. That was after his sixth fall. The early morning sea breeze solidified his beard into gray icicles.

    "Don't you have to breathe? Tiny thing, I didn't expect you to be able to run so much. "Tiny thing? Perhaps the title would be more appropriate to describe himself. However, the dwarf chief never missed a single chance to despise others.

    "Stop running, the people of the Dracolony won't catch up, otherwise the flying giant dragon would have captured us long ago." Kun's azure pupils were like a clear full moon, and his gentle and flowing voice was like a clear spring under the moon, "Don't worry, child, it's time for you to take a breath."

    Frosty flurries quietly fell on my shoulders and my face, like the spiritual and silent butterfly …… I finally had a sense of lucidity.

    "I'm so fed up, I’m quit, I'm going back, holy hell, this kid stopped then I remembered what happened last night - I almost died in the lizard lovers' Cliffside…… Rather than die like that, I'd rather die comfortably in front of a campfire, with my children and grandchildren kneeling on the ground.”

    Bearded angrily threw the hammer on the frozen black soil, and the dwarf chief sat desperately in the crimson mist of the sky, "Oh God, I'm only twenty, I don't wanna die this soon……"

    "Twenty? But Lord Zulu, your beard looks way older than your actual age……” Kun smiled amusedly, but the subject was as far as I could see, and apart from the beard, the creases in Zulu's face and hoarse voice made the dwarf look equally old…… So a twenty-year-old bearded man? That sounded even more incredible than the stealth iron warrior he was sitting on.

    "You can leave, but before you make that decision, I must warn you, as soon as you are alone, the Dracolony will kill you without mercy." Kun sighed softly before euphemizing the cruel fate, his frail arm was gently plucking away the branches that forked diagonally out of the mist.

    "The Dracolony will never let the other tribes know about the secret they had communicated with the Ancient Lizard King. This is a great sin to deceive the entire human race…… And you see the living King of the Lizards.”

    Bearded swallowed his fear and said with a disgruntled voice. "That wise False God traitor. Tell me what is the King of Lizards!"

    "The King of Lizard is an intelligent race born of reptiles. They are also creatures of the earth, but they lived tens of millions of years ago, and the heavens have already condemned the destruction of the monitor lizard civilization tens of millions of years ago. The heavens had already sentenced the lizard civilization to destruction millions of years ago. They should have disappeared with the peerless tribulation 65 million years ago. Since the King of Lizards survives in the world through a special way, they who have broken the order of time and space are no different to humans than demons who are not willing to be destroyed ……"

    " As humans, the Dracolony took in the King of Lizards, who deserved to be destroyed by the heavens. We are the only ones in this world who know this secret. The Dracolony will try to shut us up…… Unless we successfully complete the plan and win the war against the False Gods, so that no one will dare to lay a hand on humanity's hero!"

    A hint of cunning flashed in Kun's eyes, "But don't worry, now, the Dracolony will not catch up and kill us all!" After all, the only way for the King of Lizard to open the door of time and space is in our hands. "The spar that I grabbed at all costs was now being held in Kun's hands, and the treatment was ordinary as an accessory that is discarded at random.

    "So, those dragons …?" The bearded Zulu asked with some trepidation.

    "Yes, those dragons are just delusions born of despair by the King of Lizards. They want to get rid of the fate of extinction, so they have been dedicated to studying immortal creatures that are not bound by fate, and the people of the Dracolony have taken a fancy to the power of these creatures……" Kun stared ahead and fell into deep thought.

    "It's terrible! I just want to go back to my Ironclad warrior now.” Bearded lowered his head and raised the hammer on the ground, his trembling voice full of timidity.

    When he touched the cold iron hammer, the dwarf chief seemed to have a flash of light. "And after that, where are we going?"

    "We still lack one thing, and this thing is more important than any weapon."

    "What's that?" Zulu and I were both curious.

    "It is not an object, it is the name that unites people, the so-called 'justice'." Kun's firm voice carried a very convincing tone.

    "Justice? Where to find such invisible and intangible things?” said Zulu, stroking his big beard and scratching his head in distress.

    Somehow didn’t know why, Kun stared at me with an expression of anticipation that I would give an answer, but I thought that all I could give was silence……

    "The City of Intone, where the High Priest is lived." Staring into his eyes, I actually ghosted out and uttered the name of such a not-familiar place.

    "Yes." Between me and Kun, that familiar feeling reappeared again.

    Looking at Kun's serious and appreciative expression, I didn't know why such psychic feelings arose, and I needed to think about it for a while.

    The crimson morning mist gradually thinned, and in the gap of frozen frost flying, it slightly revealed the bright color that the firmament should have. And at this moment, behind Kun’s flowing and free figure, the huge shadow thrown by the Sky Tower of the False God was like the only support between the earth and the firmament, and around the Sky Tower, groups of icebergs could remain for a long time.

    "I'm getting more and more confused about what you guys are talking about." The bearded lay languidly on his ironclad warrior, and the huge puppet made of iron saved him from the fatigue of walking.

    We headed north, first through the solemn coniferous forest, which grew unusually thick, and countless needle-point-like leaves intertwined, dense, and heavy, and in this coniferous forest, it was like entering the eternal silence of the night.

    After that, we passed the shores where the giant dugongs lived, and the big guys in the water were as large as raised reefs, but there was a friendly look in their ugly faces, and perhaps they had a human-like side in their souls.

    Finally, we arrived there at sunset - the City of Intone.

    The dwellings of priests were composed of continuous mountains, and those natural mountains were “coincidentally" connected together, forming a copper wall and iron wall for the priests’ dwellings.

    The periphery of the mountain wall was a rushing river with a drop of thousands of meters, which was like a river in the abyss of hell, and also coincidentally surrounded the sacrificial city, presenting the shape of a “package”, layer by layer of natural barriers, like a ghostly work.

    Just when we were helpless in the face of the river, two suspension bridges that fell from the snow-white mountains were lowered at this time.

    "There will be no fraud, will it?" The bearded Zulu asked warily. In front of these two huge suspension bridges that appeared for no reason, we were as small as a grain of gravel.

    "No, my Lord, if you look from the sky, you will know that these two drawbridges are like the two tusks of a mammoth, and the entire priest city sits on the back of an unusually large mammoth." Kun gestured at the drawbridge, intent on comfort.

    We walked trembling across the drawbridge, and the moment my feet returned to the ground, I let out a deep, shaky breath.

    At the end of the drawbridge, the priest city-state was clearly presented before us, and looking up at the city, Zulu and I exclaimed in unison. The vine-climbing towers in the city did not seem to be as small as the False Gods’ Sky Tower—and the diligent birds had to fly through the towers one after another.

    The dwellings in the city were also densely packed, both mostly damaged and a small part intact, and these seemingly comfortable dwellings were now wide open and empty.

    I had to sigh again. Was this really a miracle that could built by us mortals? Why couldn't we build such miracles now?

    Stood closer, the large amount of black carbon left on the walls was telling what happened here, and you could imagine what kind of fire it was, leaving such a majestic city with only ruins and messy black earth.

    I was walking through a ruined miracle, and a million guesses about the city come to mind. Did anyone ever use the walls formed by the mountains to try to block the False God's Sky Tower that stretches across heaven and earth? Did they stack the walls day after day higher as a means of blocking out the entry of the frost flotsam?

    There was no doubt that such an effort had no chance of success. So people, annoyed by failure, made a fire ……

    "This was the last attempt of heavenly men to coexist peacefully with mortals on earth, to live together on earth, not to separate," Kun said faintly, I don't know why he was sad when he said this, the memory of Kun, never lonely, never sad.

    "In the end, everything failed, the walls became higher and higher, and finally the mountains were formed, and the moat was dug deeper and deeper, and even the river in the abyss was created…… And the people of heaven have no choice.” His voice was distant and desolate in the empty city.

    Birds streak across towers, and lonely shadows cast on desolate miracles lands, leaving a long and mournful wail.

    "How? Did mortals and False Gods have a war here a long time ago? But even a long time ago, mortals had no chance of victory in the face of False Gods! "The bearded man’s words were very convincing, in the face of such a miracle, even if this great city was in ruins, but since it was a False God who built this city, I did not believe that mortals could have the ability to defeat False Gods.

    "But it's empty now, and you False Gods don't live here…… Could it be that mortals triumphed long ago, against the False Gods, and that we once won the war?" The bearded man continued his imagination.

    "No, it was we gave up here, and since then, we have chosen to live on the Sky Tower and have never left."

    Kun's mind flickered as he looked into the passing distance, where the False God's Sky Tower was basking in the twilight of the fading sunlight.