This was today's sixth update, and everything was finally done. Jiaoshou could go to sleep now. Eighteen thousand characters, all finished. So tired. Still, please add this novel to your favorites. Today was the last day of its recommendation slot; tomorrow it would be taken off the list. One final plea on the last day.
The night was like thick ink in an inkstone, so dark it could never be thinned...
The night sky resembled a navy-blue curtain dotted with twinkling stars, drawing anyone who gazed upon it into a deep reverie.
Silvery moonlight spilled across the ground, and the mournful chirping of crickets sounded everywhere. The fragrance of the night filled the air, weaving a soft net.
Rex called softly, "Chromie, are you still there?"
"I'm here," came a timid, delicate female voice.
A short female gnome emerged, holding a long staff taller than herself, and came up to Rex.
"What exactly happened? Didn't you say you couldn't contact me on your own?"
"I haven't even started yet. Don't tell me the mission is over?" Rex was deeply puzzled. Before he traveled through time, he had already been explicitly told.
At this point in time, the Infinite Dragonflight's invasion was so severe that the Bronze Dragonflight had less control than its enemies. They could only send him in; everything afterward would depend on Rex himself. The Bronze Dragonflight would provide no further help.
"I'll show you something, and you'll understand." Chromie did not answer directly. She simply waved the staff in her hand, and a cloud of mist immediately appeared before Rex.
The mist slowly appeared, spreading at a leisurely pace.
Yet its expansion was clearly visible to the naked eye, until the space before Rex was entirely filled with mist.
It formed a broad wall-no, a screen.
Slowly,