The Hidden Memories of the Past

The torrential rain lashed against him head-on, while the cold wind drove raindrops into his face.

"Young Master!!"

The old butler drove the carriage while repeatedly turning to look behind them. Through the storm, he could vaguely make out figures radiating Holy Light.

Damn Paladins!!

"Those lackeys of Order won't get their way! I will never hand the Secret Treasure over to them!!"

As he roared, he lowered his head and stared at the Secret Treasure clenched tightly in his hand. It was a small, exquisite bottle, wrapped with two winged snakes. In his hand, the little white bottle gave off a faint glow.

"I'm going to use the Secret Treasure!"

"What? Young Master, are you really going to do this?"

The old butler was shocked.

"This was entrusted to you by that lord of the Church for safekeeping..."

"That lord also said that this Secret Treasure contained endless calamities. The day it was opened, this world would meet its end!"

As he spoke, he raised the small bottle high, then gripped it and gave it a slight twist. The next moment, a slender needle emerged from its base, transforming it into a massive syringe. At the same time, the light within the bottle grew brighter and brighter. He stared fixedly at the syringe in his hand, then let out an angry roar.

"For the Twilight!"

The next moment, he drove the syringe into his body with all his strength. Immediately afterward, a scorching wave of heat, hot enough to melt him, surged into his body. Before he lost consciousness, the only thing he felt was the "syringe" he had been gripping shattering into pieces...

Smack—!

Fang Zheng suddenly came back to his senses. He widened his eyes again and looked ahead. At that moment, the Lizardman named Honid had