As the last syllable of the Dragon Language fell, the cold cockpit was silent, with only the temperature-less text lying quietly on the pitch-black mirror.
This is a past left from a thousand years ago.
It is also the life of Captain Gutaf who drifted to an alien star.
Luo Yan quietly watched the place where the log ended, that final sentence, as if relieved of a heavy burden, still seemed to echo in the desolate cockpit.
"It's an honor, I succeeded."
But clearly—
also failed.
"The Dragon God died in the end," Youyou whispered.
Luo Yan nodded.
"Yes."
If that guy were still alive, the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom would not be in its current state. The Lizardmen here would not have regressed so severely in civilization even if they hadn't rushed into the interstellar era, certainly not worse than a thousand years ago.
After the Great Barrier was completed, something unexpected to the Dragon God must have happened here.
