I take the witch with me to conquer the world

In the forest, Fang Sheng led Desmond towards the cave where the white dragon was. They walked at a faster pace. The sunlight shone through the dense treetops, casting patches of swaying light on them. Along the way, they encountered many blind beasts, but Fang Sheng sensed them before they attacked and easily dealt with them.

Fang Sheng's movements were clean and neat, and his perception of malicious intent made every move he made accurate. Although these beasts were ferocious, they were as powerless as children in front of Fang Sheng.

Although the frequent harassment from these wild beasts was a bit troublesome, it was nothing to Fang Sheng. No matter how many wild beasts came, to him, they were just a buffet of dead crows.

After killing another beast that came up to die, Fang Sheng casually waved his hand, signaling the dead crow to devour the life and soul of the dying beast. For the dead crow, he deliberately held back so that the taste could be preserved and the dead crow could better enjoy this delicious meal.

Desmond was watching Fang Sheng's every move closely, especially when he saw the dead crow on Fang Sheng's shoulder, which was emitting a cold and chilly aura, he couldn't help but shudder. There was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and he began to waver in his previous judgment of Fang Sheng.

Desmond realized that perhaps he had judged Fang Sheng too early. With this bloodthirsty scarlet dagger and that ominous crow, Mr. Julian didn't seem as friendly as he appeared to be.

Of course, Fang Sheng was not aware of Desmond's inner thoughts. Now all his thoughts were on the road ahead. As they continued to approach the cave where the white dragon was, the frequency of wild beasts around them dropped sharply, and they could no longer see the beasts that came to kill them.

This situation made Fang Sheng feel a little relieved. The reason for the beasts' riot was not clear, but at least they had no further catalysts now, and they were also afraid of the dragon's pressure. For them, this was good news. The plan was about to be implemented, and Fang Sheng did not want any unnecessary changes to occur.

Taking Desmond into the cave, Fang Sheng took out the scale, which emitted a faint light in the dim cave. Just as Fang Sheng was about to contact the white dragon, a complex magic circle suddenly lit up on the ground under his feet, with flashing lights and spells flowing, as if it had come alive.

"Don't resist." Fang Sheng subconsciously told Desmond beside him, his voice was quick. But before he finished speaking, Desmond was swallowed up by the power of the magic circle and disappeared in a dazzling light. Fang Sheng's advice was like smoke blown away by the wind, and did not reach Desmond's ears.

When the light faded, Fang Sheng was already in a wide space. The air here was still a little cold. In Fang Sheng's sight, a silver dragon, like an exquisite silver sculpture, was sitting dignifiedly, and its huge body cast a huge shadow in the space.

Desmond's eyes widened. It was the first time in his life that he faced a giant dragon so closely. The shock he felt made him almost unable to breathe. He was filled with awe. At the same time, his heart was beating so hard in his chest that it seemed to jump out of his body.

He knew that this body of more than 60 meters was just a disguise of a giant dragon. He had learned about the habits of giant dragons in a book called "Journey to the Sky City".

The book's compiler, Alighieri, recorded in the book that when dragons reach adulthood, their size is no longer the only criterion for measuring their age, because they can freely grow larger or smaller according to their wishes and change their form at will.

Desmond clearly remembered this description in the book. He also understood that the power of dragons was not only reflected in their huge bodies, but more importantly, their powerful control over the dragon language magic that belonged to them, as well as their almost endless lifespan.

At this moment, Desmond was standing in front of a silver dragon. The scales of the silver dragon shone with a cold and dazzling light under the weak light, making it difficult to identify each scale. Its eyes showed a unique color, slightly more like the texture of mercury balls in the secular world.

The silver dragon's wings were gently folded at both sides of its body, but even in this seemingly quiet state, Desmond could imagine what a spectacular sight it would be when they were fully spread out, covering the sky and blocking out the sun like an endless cloud.

Desmond unconsciously slowed down his breathing. He was keenly aware that the silver dragon in front of him had already grown up for a long time. The changes in its scales and eyes indicated that it was constantly transforming into a more ancient and mysterious level.

"It's so beautiful..." Desmond couldn't help whispering softly, with his eyes showing wonder and admiration.

But the silver dragon showed no reaction to Desmond's praise. Even if the other party praised it from the bottom of his heart, it was already tired of hearing such flattery from those bards.

"Ahem." Fang Sheng coughed lightly, reminding Desmond to pay attention to the occasion.

Hearing this voice, Desmond woke up from his dream and immediately came back to his senses. He realized that his previous behavior might be a bit rude, so he bowed slightly to express his apology.

"Dear Silver Dragon, I am sorry for being rude." He said sincerely.

After apologizing, Desmond did not forget the purpose of his visit to the White Dragon. He bowed deeply again and said in a more solemn tone than before: "Dear Silver Dragon, please allow me to tell you about the atrocities of time." After that, he stood up and looked at the White Dragon in front of him with a serious expression.

Desmond's voice was full of firmness and determination, as if he wanted to pour out all the grief and injustice in his heart.

In the vast white space, only Desmond's voice echoed, which was particularly clear. Although he tried his best to make his words sound calm, the other two listeners could still hear the anger inadvertently revealed in his words.

"...He would not massacre our towns and villages without reason, and this thug is now staying in the manor outside Juliannum. He will definitely strike again and shroud the people of Juliannum in the shadow of massacre." Desmond concluded. He had already explained that the people in the town had never done anything evil, nor had they lacked offerings to the God of Time, but they had suffered ruthless massacres.

After hearing everything, Bai Long pondered. He did not think that this was a punishment from the God of Time. In his opinion, the God of Time was very cold and only stayed in his palace standing in the long river of time, not caring about worldly affairs, and not caring whether anyone worshipped him. Moreover, if one really wanted to worship the God of Time, the requirements were as simple as worshipping the Goddess of Glory. All one had to do was choose a specific time every day and pray.

However, it is uncertain whether the God of Time will respond...