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The dragon twisted its body in pain, and the ice-blue scales were shining with golden light, making a sizzling sound, as if countless tiny needles were piercing its body. "Roar!" The dragon roared in pain, and its huge body rolled on the ice, smashing the surrounding ice, splashing ice, and making a deafening sound.

Mark endured the severe pain in his body, moved his body backwards, and pulled the distance between him and the dragon. He covered his chest with one hand and supported the ice with the other hand, breathing rapidly, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain. The surrounding ice surface had cracked into countless pieces, as if it would collapse at any time.

He found that the scarlet in the dragon's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a kind of confusion and pain. The dragon stopped rolling, curled up in pain, and the huge head drooped, making a low whimper, like a wounded child. The golden light on its ice-blue scales flowed, intertwined with the faint blue light of the scales themselves, forming a strange scene.

"This... it seems to be in pain..." Mark muttered to himself as he looked at the dragon's painful appearance.

He quietly watched the dragon's changes, waiting for the final result.

The bitter cold wind whistled past, rolling up the ice chips on the ground and flying in the air. , The dragon's whimpering became lower and lower, and the golden light on its body gradually dimmed. It slowly raised its head and looked at Mark, with a complex emotion in its eyes. It was no longer the cruelty and violence before, but an indescribable calmness, even with a hint of... gratitude?

"Human..." The dragon's voice was hoarse and low, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of its throat, "You... why... don't you kill me?" It opened its mouth slightly, as if it wanted to say something, but closed it powerlessly.

Mark looked at the dragon with a firm look in his eyes, "I don't know that the fragment of the holy stone will have such an effect on you, but I can feel that it is not to destroy you, but to... purify you." He paused and continued, "Perhaps, you were not like this originally."

The dragon slowly lowered its huge head, and a complex light flashed in its scarlet eyes, as if it contained endless pain and helplessness. Its heavy breath spewed out a burning breath, forming a white mist visible to the naked eye in the air, and the temperature around it suddenly rose. Mark involuntarily took a step back, and fine beads of sweat oozed out of his palms. "Child," the dragon's voice was low and hoarse, like the friction of ancient rocks, "My story is a long and painful imprisonment..."

It paused, as if organizing its words, and as if recalling the past that was unbearable to look back on.

"I am not a creature born in this world."

Mark held his breath and listened quietly. Every word of the dragon was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, causing ripples.

"I come from a place... you can't imagine. There are more brilliant galaxies and more bizarre life than this planet. We have powerful power, control the energy of stars, and fly in the universe. However, all this ended when 'He' came."

The dragon's voice was full of sadness, and its huge body trembled slightly.

"What about 'He'?" Mark couldn't help asking, his voice a little dry.

The dragon was silent for a moment, and a trace of fear flashed in its scarlet eyes, which was then replaced by deeper despair. "'He'... is an existence beyond our understanding, with indescribable power, like a god. We can't resist 'He's' power at all, and we can't even think of resisting."

Its huge claws gently scratched the ground, leaving deep marks.

"'He' captured powerful creatures like us and imprisoned us in a dark space. There, our power was suppressed, our memories were tampered with, our minds were cleansed... We became his believers."

The dragon closed his eyes painfully, as if he didn't want to recall those dark years.

"'He' erased our original consciousness and implanted new instructions in our empty minds - obedience. We became tools without thoughts or emotions, and existed only to execute his will."

It opened its eyes suddenly, and the flames of anger burned in its scarlet eyes.

"Then, 'He' threw us into this world and became the thugs of the 'Rebirth' organization. This world is 'His' next target."

Mark's heart was beating violently, and he looked at the dragon in front of him in disbelief, trying to digest this huge amount of information.

He once thought that the dragon was a symbol of power, but he didn't expect that it was also a victim, a puppet being manipulated.

The dragon let out a low roar, as if venting the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

"'He' is more powerful than you can imagine. 'He' has no form and can be any form. Everyone can be 'He'." The dragon looked up at the sky and continued, "Your world is a special existence. 'He' cannot come directly, so we have races to play the vanguard. Thousands of years ago, the holy stone of the holy city was a barrier to protect this world. When the holy stone was broken, 'He' had already begun to invade without scruples."