Chapter 235 The Legend Begins Today

Dragon language.

The vast long groan echoed throughout the sea.

In the center of the thirteen pure-blood dragons is a red dragon. His body is obviously larger than that of his companions. His slender body is reminiscent of a century-old tree. Under the red scales, there is an absolute power. Violent muscles, the mane around the dragon's head swayed in the wind, and a pair of golden eyes were filled with majesty.

He is the next generation.

He is also the leader of this army.

A long time ago, Chilong fell into a deep sleep with a mission on his back. He would lead his bronze subjects across the long river of time, reach the final era, rush to the king's side desperately, and then follow the monarch of bronze and fire, in The flag of resistance is raised on the earth and we embark on the final and final battlefield.

It should be like this.

But time, that is the most unpredictable realm. After sleeping for too long, no matter what happens, it is normal. At first, there were clearly more than a hundred warriors who cocooned with him in this tomb. Now, when he opens his eyes, But they were the only ones left.

After waking up, Chilong inspected his soldiers one by one, inspecting each unresponsive cocoon, staring at the dead gray color on it, and using low dragon language, called out to his companions from long ago.

There is only nothingness waiting for him.

Chilong knew it very well.

Not every warrior can withstand the suffering of long years. When they die, they are truly dead and cannot come back.

What is death?

Chiryuu vaguely remembered that white dragon, a very talented junior. As a third-generation species, he always clamored that one day he would defeat himself as a second-generation species. He trained very hard, and his performance on the battlefield Especially Xiao Yong.

"Sir, please accept my challenge!"

Chilong gently wrapped his body around the ashen cocoon.

Little guy, it looks like you're going to miss the date.

He put his ear against the cocoon and heard nothing, so Chilong knew that the white dragon who talked so shamelessly was already dead.

Indeed, dragons can use a method called "cocooning" to reincarnate and return from death. Even if their bodies grow old, they can replace their souls with a younger and more energetic body by transferring their souls to a spare cocoon. Extend life.

But the body can be replaced, but what about the soul?

How can the aging soul be freed?

For dragons, there is only one way.

die.

Red Dragon ordered his soldiers to form a formation.

Ancient scenes are repeated across the ages in the final era.

The army that once covered the sky and the sun now only has twelve dragons left.

Even if you include him as the commander, the number is only thirteen.

Red Dragon glanced majestically at his soldiers.

Obviously, the golden eyes are no longer as bright as they were thousands of years ago. The sand and dust of the years have made their eyes mottled, but the blazing fire in them is always as hot as ever.

They are the sharpest blades in the king's hand.

It is also the most versatile shield.

The ancient vows are still in my ears.

Live for the king, die for the king.

This is the meaning of their existence.

It is also the obsession that drives them to struggle out of millions of years.

Today is the time for them to fulfill their vows.

Chilong stared at the being with bronze authority not far away.

Ancient sacred rituals are in motion.

The message in the dark told him everything.

The fight for the Iron Throne, the change of bronze authority, the new king is about to ascend the throne, and the old king is on the verge of collapse.

This is something Chiryuu cannot understand.

How can it be?

The supreme authority can change, what a joke!

Chilong has never heard of such a thing. From the moment he was born, he only knows that the second-generation species is the second-generation species, the third-generation species is the third-generation species, and the four noble majesties are the only one in eternity.

The rules that are like the iron law of the world can actually be shaken.

It's just that...someone wants to usurp the king's throne.

When Chiron realized this, all the shock and confusion disappeared.

He just understands.

Someone challenged his king.

As the king's blade and shield, how could he allow it so easily.

Chilong sensed that the bronze city behind him was the king's palace, and their majesty was also inside.

He didn't look back, his burning golden eyes always firmly locked on the being not far away.

The red dragon roared majestically.

That is the language of dragons.

It once resounded throughout the world tens of millions of years ago.

At that time they were still the masters of the sky, the earth and the sea.

The whole world will tremble under the dragon's language and offer piety.

And in this era tens of millions of years later, before the end, the ancient dragon language resounds again.

Lu Mingfei's eyes flashed slightly, he seemed to understand.

The audience had different expressions. Because of the game, a great being exerted authority on them, so they understood.

besides.

Of course Bronze’s subordinates also understood.

After all, this is the order given to them.

Warlike blood boils.

There is a color like magma flowing in the golden eyes.

The soldiers were almost in tears.

They finally waited for the order from the superior.

Under such orders a long time ago, they fought with the subjects of the sky, collided with the subjects of the earth, and fought with the subjects of the sea.

And now, the same order is issued again.

They have been waiting for thousands of years.

This is the meaning of their existence.

It's their whole life.

They have been waiting for today since the moment they emerged from their cocoons.

I will die loyally to you at the end of the festival!

Chiron said.

"Formation!"

He swung his long tail, rolled up a huge vortex, and moved towards the bronze seat of the existence, increasing his speed to the highest level.

"charge!"

This is the commander's order.

His soldiers also groaned.

There are three generations of seeds and four generations of seeds.

Whether it is blood, language, spirit or strength, there is a huge gap.

But at this moment, it has nothing to do with blood and spirit, they only have one identity.

Bronze subjects.

The king's blade, the king's shield.

Also, the general's soldiers.

"yes!"

The soldiers responded with a bang.

Just like countless battles thousands of years ago.

The soldiers followed the general closely.

It's a pity that the king who always rushes to the front, resists the most attacks and kills the most enemies, their loyal king is not here.

It doesn't matter.

King, let us protect you this time!

Bronze subjects, charge!

Lu Mingfei stood on a bronze throne.

Below is the dead sea of ​​Nibelungen.

black silent silence silent huge.

Strings of necklaces hang from the bronze sliding cover.

This is the evolution of the self of authority.

Symbolizes the supreme royal power.

The young man stood on the sea, under the sliding cover.

Bronze vassals charged at him.

It was a dragon that had resurrected from ancient slumber.

The momentum of their swimming seemed to be cutting open the sea.

The unimaginable speed caused sky-high walls to be erected on both sides. If it were an ordinary sea, you would probably be able to see colorful fish swimming in this transparent water wall, and a huge octopus stretching its limbs.

But this is no ordinary sea.

Nibelungen, a miraculous creation, the sea here is dead, because the dragons killed the water element, so to be precise, it is not wrong to use a corpse to describe this sea. This is a corpse, the corpse of the water element.

The last bronze subjects formed a special battle formation.

Use Commander Red Dragon as the arrow.

Risking his life and everything, he charged towards the existence on the bronze throne, the boy in the bronze mask.

It's obviously a dragon.

There is obviously a numerical advantage.

But at this moment, the bronze subject gave people a tragic impression.

One person, a group of dragons.

The tragic thing is actually the latter.

…………

What if the person standing there was me?

Caesar thought solemnly.

As a warrior, of course he could not allow himself to just watch, his brain started to work, assuming that the person standing on the bronze seat facing the thirteen dragons was himself, Caesar thought, what would I do?

Slaying dragons is a reality that every young hybrid who enters Kassel must face.

They regard themselves as dragon slayers, and they learn the techniques of dragon slaying for the great cause of dragon slaying.

But in the past hundred years, or in the past millennium, has any hybrid successfully slain a dragon?

Dangerous hybrid, Deadpool, how can such a sad guy be compared to dragons.

Therefore, the students in Kassel are more or less at a loss.

They don’t know the meaning of their goals of practicing hard day and night and studying hard.

Who has seen a dragon?

A real roaring dragon, not some ridiculous cub.

Scholars who have lived in poverty for ten years cannot wait for the imperial examination.

It's almost a similar emotion.

There is no place for heroes.

Then why practice martial arts?

Caesar occasionally thinks about such questions, but he is never confused. From the perspective of Gattuso's heir, is it a problem that there are no traces of dragons in this era? Obviously it doesn't count. With Caesar here, finding dragons just takes a little time and patience, that's all.

Caesar never doubted that he could find a dragon and kill it.

But no matter how crazy or self-righteous the prediction was, it had never happened like Lu Mingfei did now, facing the thirteen-headed dragon with bare hands.

What about the technology that humans have finally developed?

What about the violent firepower cleaning the ground?

If it were Caesar himself, he would definitely use advanced weapons and equipment, or even combine the power of technology and alchemy, such as a rocket launcher with an alchemy warhead. Considering that this is the ocean, maybe a small nuclear bomb torpedo can be used.

But, no.

Opposite are thirteen dragons.

If he were alone, even if he had sufficient logistical supplies, he would never be able to survive the siege of thirteen pure-blood dragons, let alone slay a dragon.

etc.

Caesar suddenly realized something.

Opposite are the armies of bronze and fire.

Why would he use his own strength to challenge the army?

This is simply stupid and uncomfortable.

Modern war power is not the heroism of one person. It involves coordinated operations by multiple units and three-dimensional all-round strikes. War is an art, and no matter how amazing people are, they are just cogs in it.

Using a modern army to slay the dragon, even if the opponent is an army of bronze and fire, Caesar is confident that victory will eventually belong to him.

But back to the original question.

If the person standing in front of the bronze subject is himself.

Like that young man, with bare hands, what can he do, Caesar?

There was no modern army to provide the firepower.

There are not even firearms, rocket launchers and nuclear warheads to support the strike.

A human being, a hybrid, made of flesh and blood.

There are thirteen dragons on the opposite side.

What should he do?

The more he thought about it, the tighter Caesar's brows became.

He has learned many fighting skills. In addition to hot weapons, he also has a considerable degree of study in hand-to-hand combat and sword skills.

But no school had ever told him how to fight a four-meter-tall behemoth.

Facing an enemy of the same size, you clearly know where his weaknesses are. Even with your eyes closed, you can accurately send the blade into the enemy's heart. This is a basic skill that a qualified warrior must possess.

But what about a four-meter-tall dragon?

Where is his heart?

Left or right?

Or is it in the head?

Don't think that this is some fantasy. The understanding of dragons and hybrids about their ancestors is really too shallow, to the point of being ridiculous.

If you are alone, you only have yourself and your sword, facing thirteen dragons.

Even someone as proud as Caesar has to admit it.

The probability of victory in the end is too slim.

So Caesar was even more curious.

Master Lu, if it were you, no, it would already be you.

Facing thirteen pure-blood dragons, what are you going to do?

There are many others who have the same idea.

Such as Angers.

The old man looked solemnly at the sea.

Unblinking.

He was curious about what would happen next.

I don’t know what the boy would do.

However, curiosity comes from the unknown.

Angers is more confident.

A new legend rises today.

His name is Lu Mingfei.

…………

Come on, big devil!

Eriki clenched her fists and cheered up the annoying guy.

Little Amber did the same thing.

But she directly shouted out what was in her heart.

Although Mr. Big Devil would most likely not be able to hear him, it didn't matter. Little Amber still had to work hard to express her feelings.

The girl put her hands in front of her mouth and shouted as loud as she could.

"Go hard!"

…………

"Come on, brother."

With polite words, the little devil stood behind Lu Mingfei with a gentle smile.

"Please let go and make a scene."

"Um."

said the boy.

In front of him was a high wall of water.

Almost drowning the entire world.

Lu Mingfei was not alone.

This is the pride of fighting against the world alone.

Under the bronze mask is a pair of calm eyes.

There is a freedom and ease in it that is not afraid of the upheaval of heaven and earth.

That's the way it is, so what's the problem if the earth falls and the sky overturns.

We warriors naturally rise to the challenge and use these hands to create a bright and prosperous world.

"That's it, he's very handsome, brother."

said the little devil.

"You have to hold on for the rest of the battle. It's live broadcast, but there are many people watching you."

ha? live streaming?

Lu Mingfei unconsciously thought of the kindergarten graffiti-style stick figure.

If it was this kind of live broadcast, Lu Mingfei felt that there was really nothing to pay attention to.

Think no more.

With a single thought, the mind is like a knife, cutting through three thousand worries and clearing the spiritual platform.

This was his first battle after being promoted to Inhuman.

It is also the first battle for a warrior in the inhuman realm in the dragon world.

There is so much pride in my heart.

Lu Mingfei roared loudly.

The army of bronze subjects came rolling in.

Let’s see!

The young man stepped forward and stepped firmly on the bronze. The invisible energy surged in circles and spread in all directions.

Vientiane!