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Three hundred years later, and another three hundred years later, after countless sunrises and moonsets, the chains were finally broken, and on the boundless land, the wings of Egos covered the sky and the sun. The dragon roared for the first time in a thousand years. "Ah! So comfortable!" (A serious and dark adventure with a chatty dragon and a group of psychopaths, but with a hint of joy) (International practice group number 877240259)

It's a cup of damned Victorian fantasy. Add a scoop of steam engine and make that damn tech tree move! Add a spoonful of love and hate and give everyone a reason to fight! Add a spoonful of psychosis to make this dark world easier, and finally add a spoonful of natural disaster to be the main boss... And so on! Too many bad days! ... In Erwe Gregorian calendar year 931. My city has been rated as the most advanced city in the West. The main reason is the steam technology that subverts the world, emerging technology and the source of chaos. It cannot be denied, but the fact is that there is still an endless stream of people coming to live here. This city will always give you a glimmer of hope, whether it's a lie or an illusion, but it's so close at hand, as if it's within reach, making you risk your life. Psychedelic city. I am a dreamer.

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"Hello, my name is Borogo Lazarus, a debtor." The wound on Borogo's face was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood remaining on the face flowed back, and the skin was rejoined, as if going back in time. Facing the demon who was dying of fear, he whispered. "This is my 'gift' and the 'debt' I owe."... Sixty-six years ago, with the end of the wrath of the Scorched Earth, Oath City Opos rose from the ruins of the sacred city. Sixty-six years later, the Kogadel Empire and the Rhine League, two behemoths across the continent, are planning another war that will engulf all things. The Bureau of Order, the King's Secret Sword, the Monks of Truth, the Orangutan Sect, and the Secret Groups... The entities lurking in the shadows of history are trying to join this grand carnival. Under the curtain, the devils enjoy the pain of mortals, taste the value of sacrifice, play with fate, and grant curses and blessings. Watching the mortals who are the same kind, hating and killing each other...

AD 2042. Ammon City is a miraculous city full of desire and prosperity. Under the guidance of Sunway Technology, the revolution of consciousness network and incarnation body is reshaping every aspect of human life and leading the world to an unprecedented new era. However, behind this glory, Li Shi disease is spreading quietly in the shadows, gaining momentum. Transformation into a killer, feathering technology, shepherd plan, longevity plan... Are all these blessings? Or a trap? This city always tempts you with a glimmer of hope. Whether it's a dream woven by lies or a utopia constructed by hallucinations, it's all close at hand and within reach, making people willing to fly into the flames and risk their lives. Today, a great juncture in human history has arrived, and the dawn of ethnic upgrading has begun. On the eve of this change, I was the one chasing the dream.

At the beginning of the fifth era, the dayless catastrophe came. The Silver Holy Court collapsed into a pale silhouette, time crushed the empire into dust, and the Sea of ​​Origin was still roaring. The boiling tide gnawed at the boundaries of reality day and night, washing the fragments of civilization into sharp despair. Thousands of years of darkness passed one after another, and the banners of the Three Sages were also broken in the twelfth expedition. Iron Father's furnace was as cold and silent as a tomb, the philosopher's treetops shed blood and tears, and the pioneer's torch neighed and turned into blue smoke in the heavy rain. Since then, the world has been completely divided, and the city-states have become isolated from each other, and there is no longer any time for unity. ... "We will set off from here, along the Corridor of Dawn, through the triple circle, unite all the city-states, and launch another expedition to the dark world. --Swear to never end the night. "