The Godsfall Chronicles

The cloudhawks have learned a little bit about Hell Valley.

Hell Valley says white is a very classified training camp.

It is said to be a very dangerous place, where every year the great families and powerful forces of Sky Cloud City send in well-chosen and promising young people, some of whom are descendants of these families and some of whom are chosen by these forces in the private sector.

In short, one thing is certain.

Hell's training camp has no one but talented and quite talented. Even so, in this training camp, the mortality and disability rates are frightening. Everyone who comes out of it alive has to be the sharp knife in the hands of the valves of the great families.

That's why North Chentian is saving the cloud eagle. In fact, people like North Chentian can't really make reckless decisions. Each time it is the result of weighing the pros and cons. He just wants to invest.

The cloudhawk would have guessed that Hell Camp was very dangerous, but never thought it would be dangerous, and the old man in North Chentian certainly didn't have any kindness. If a cloud hawk dies in there, it's as if nothing has happened. If a cloud hawk comes out alive, he'll definitely find a way to keep the cloud hawk in his hand.

We have no choice.

The cloud eagle cannot take advantage of the starlight. If he escapes from the General Command, the cloud eagle will have no chance of turning back. Sky Cloud Divine Domain will have no place for him. Beichen Tian can become a master of the military in Tianyun City. The cloud eagle dares not question the strength and means of the other party.

As for the poison?

Cloudhawks aren't too worried.

He has been able to feel the intruder moving in his body for the last two days.

These mysterious things seem to be able to counteract the spread of toxins, and cloudhawks don't know if they can completely swallow toxins, but in this situation, it's not easy for North Chentian to control cloudhawks with this method.

The cloudhawk is lazy enough to escape.

Where else could he go?

I was so desperate to leave the wilderness that I wanted to find a place free of killing, darkness and cruelty. Now this idea is naive, so long as someone's place is the same in essence, unless the eagle is alone, these things are wrapped up like a curse so he can never get away with it.

When he thinks about it, he's in the mood, he's sleepless and sits up.

Something in the pocket often gets in the way, pulling out a dark golden egg at will.

The cloudhawks almost forgot this thing, and the dark golden thing that looks like a bird's egg is what the cloudhawks bring back from different worlds in one pass. Because it's very small and portable and extremely sturdy, although the eagle doesn't know what it's really useful for, it can feel that it has something to do with the artifact.

The cloud hawk believes in the artifact used by the hunter, and when it comes to a weapon that cannot be understood by technology, it may only be mastered by the demon, and humans know nothing about it, which makes them feel particularly mysterious. Each artifact emits a unique rhythm and sound, and a cloud hawk can perceive the artifact by distinguishing its sounds and discovering its differences.

The artifact is diverse and has almost no fixed form.

A cloudhawk can feel similar melody fluctuations on its eggs, so it's likely to be a artifact, but it's very different from a common artifact. The cloudhawk has had it for two months, but still doesn't know how to use it

Let's try it again.

The cloud eagle tray sits on the ground to hold the gold egg in the palm of the hand, and once again begins to resonate with mental energy. However much mental energy the cloud eagle fills, the gold egg is like a sponge. It absorbs the cloud eagle spirit system, but there is no resonance, even if there is no sign of feedback at all.

Is that so again?

I don't remember how many attempts I made in two months.

Every time it's silent, the little golden egg seems to absorb the invisible mental system and store it all in the little egg, which looks much smaller than the fist, as if it's a bottomless container that will never be satisfied.

The cloud hawk was somewhat unbelievable, but it did not stop, almost infused with all the energy. After a few minutes of perseverance, the cloud hawk fainted. He had reached his limit, and the golden egg still appeared to be quiet.

What's the use of this piece of shit?

The cloud hawk is a little angry to throw the eggs out.

At this time, the eagle suddenly felt the monstrous rock hanging from its chest fluctuate, suddenly releasing from it a vast spirit of the cloud sea, which is ten times stronger than the eagle. The cloud hawk was stunned, he knew that there was some power stored in the monster stone, that only in some very extreme environment could it erupt, and now he didn't know why it was actually released.

The intricate lines on the golden egg surface illuminate.

It's finally starting to react!

The cloud hawk finally understood that it was not the golden egg that gave feedback, but the power of the cloud hawk was so weak that there was no way to start it. When it accumulated for such a long time and then suddenly burst into the spirit of strange stone, this strange egg finally began to respond strongly.

Now the clouds and eagles can feel very clearly that the spiritual energy released from the monstrous rocks is rolling like a river and the source is constantly flowing, and the spiritual oceans that tumble are beginning to evaporate noticeably. Under the influence of this force, the surface lines have become brighter and brighter, and the egg shell is extremely luminous and heated, and ultimately there is no way to hold it in your hand and roll to the ground.

The dark golden shell turns golden yellow, then platinum, and eventually brightens like a light bulb, which lasts for a short period of time, and after about three or four seconds, it is accompanied by a crisp crack from the surface of the shell, followed by an increasing number of cracks.

Eagles have tried to open eggs.

This egg, whether shot with a gun or with an ax, did not damage the tattoo, and now it is split apart in pieces, which surprises the eagle very much. He soon found himself a little too early, because as the egg shell breaks apart, a peristaltic thing emerges from the egg shell, like a living creature.

The cloudhawk rubbed his eyes with a goddamn look.

It was an unheard of little monster, only a third the size of a slap, bald, very odd, hatched from the dark golden egg, cloud eagle suddenly felt a wave for a moment unprecedented, this wave is different from the normal artifact fluctuation, it is more like an emotional spiritual transmission, giving the eagle a very affectionate feeling.

After the birth of this bald, ugly, little thing, the first thing it did was peck up shells scattered around it, and these shells, more than a few times stronger than steel, still glow like metal burned into a white heat state, thus becoming crisp, the little thing breaks every bite, and eventually gets swallowed up by it.

Small things eat egg shells very slowly but carefully, and after five minutes the whole egg shell disappears on the ground.

The cloud eagle was very surprised to find that after eating all the pieces of the egg shell, its body surface grew some gold, a piece of luminous golden feather appeared on the little thing, and eventually this ugly monster turned into a beautiful feather with only golden silk weave, turning into a golden monster less than fist size.

The little golden bird stirred a few wings, flew off the ground, looked unskilled, turned into a golden light, brushed across from the cloud eagle, and only heard a loud bang. The cloud hawk felt like a rifle fired a bullet, and it hit the pillar heavily.

How fast!

When the eagle's eyes stared past, only a cave was smashed out of the sturdy beam pillar. The little guy with the golden light was stuck in his head. His feet were struggling hard to slap him. It took a lot of effort to pull him out of the cave. He began to be cautious, clapping his wings carefully, twisting around him for a few rounds, and finally adapting to flying.

A heavy shoulder.

The birdie stood on his shoulder.

The cloud hawk was frightened, and the impact of the weird bird, as he had just seen, was no less than being shot, and if the bird attacked him, it would pose a considerable threat. A weird bird can break a sturdy beam column with its body, which means that its body is much harder than ordinary steel, which is a rather dangerous little guy.

But at this time, the spiritual fluctuations come back, and the little weirdo doesn't seem to have any hostility towards the cloud eagle, but rather is filled with a sense of dependence, like the dependence of a domesticated puppy on its owner.

The cloud eagle felt a little more unconsciously calm. As he looked past the little monster bird, the light on the little monster bird just gradually faded, and its appearance appeared in close proximity to the cloud eagle.

He was probably just born, and the little weirdo bird was very small, only a third of his fist, and the little weirdo bird looked very strange, unlike any bird he'd ever seen.

First of all, the bird has a pair of mammalian eyes, not only is it flooded with water, very slow and bright, but it also has a sensation of wisdom, its head is round, kind of like an owl, it's just a wide beak like a duck, fat, short wings, I really don't know how this body structure flies, when the two wings come together, it's like a golden fleece ball, it looks very cute.

There's actually a bird hatching in this thing that looks like an egg!

Because it hatches in the spirit of a cloud eagle, the bird will take the cloud eagle as its master!

The cloud eagle doesn't know exactly what this bird is, but it doesn't prevent him from speculating on it. The pattern of the artifact has never been fixed, it can be a book, it can be a sword, it can be a stone, even a pair of ornaments, a rag, why can't it be a creature?

The cloudhawk thought that this bird might be a special artifact.

Just as a common sword is distinguished from a tame beast.

People can kill enemies with swords and tame beasts. Swords and crossbows are common weapons, and domesticated beasts are weapons, but only more special biological weapons. This bird hatches out of an egg that looks like a magic apparatus using spiritual energy, and it's definitely a specially made artifact, but only with life.