Meng Chao suddenly understood.
He felt that he was gradually approaching the truth behind Dragon City's destruction in his previous life.
He also realized that the ultimate war between the Chaos Faction and the Holy Light Faction was inevitable, impossible to escape.
Even if, in this life, he could persuade Dragon City's bigwigs to abandon the idea of taking the initiative to attack the Holy Light Land.
The Holy Light Temple would never spare black-haired, black-eyed people like them, who were suspected of being contaminated by the "Chaos Egg."
"Purification," or rather, "destruction," was the only path the Holy Light Temple would grant them.
"If 'Holy Light' and 'Chaos' represent the remnants of the 'Ancients' and the 'Mother Entity,' respectively, still continuing a war that has stretched on for hundreds of millions of years, then what about Earthlings, Turan People, the Holy Light Human Race, elves, dwarves, liches, Frost Giants, the Abyss Demon Race... all these carbon-based humanoid intelligent species that clearly were not born on this planet?
"Could they be the 'soldiers,' or perhaps the 'chess pieces,' summoned to this planet by 'Holy Light' and 'Chaos'?"
Meng Chao muttered to himself.
A scene unconsciously surfaced before his eyes.
Against the backdrop of a vast and boundless sea of stars, with a vibrant azure planet as the chessboard, two figures sat opposite one another on either side of the board: a hazy golden orb of light, and an indistinct fog bristling with tentacles.
Earthlings, Turan Orcs, the Holy Light Human Race, elves, dwarves, giants, ogres... all were chess pieces carved into different shapes upon a bloodstained board.
The golden orb released wave after wave of blazing radiance.
The fog's tentacles danced wildly as well.
Accompanied by ripples that shook the soul, powerful and unmatched force was injected into the pieces