Chapter 190 Emperor, save me!

Old Tang was glad that he happened to come to see Yuan Zhennu at this time tonight, otherwise he would have been so immersed in the interstellar battle that he would have been choked without even knowing it.

I don’t know who was so bold as to come here to steal the dragon bone while Captain Lu was away...

"Speaking of it, the bones left behind after the death of dragons are 'substantial spiritual carriers' and can extract the fifth element 'Philosopher's Stone'..."

Old Tang held the bolter in his arms and suddenly walked up to the dragon bone cross, which was perhaps the most precious in the history of hybrids, and looked into the eyes of the silver-white skull.

The eye sockets of the skull, which are no different from human beings, are inlaid with eyeballs that are crystallized like gold beads. The nearly a thousand fine and complex bones that make up the body are bound by bronze chains. The two bunches of thin bones spread behind are covered with linen cloth with blood-red scriptures written on it.

The combination of strips, angels and devils, evil religions and sacred creatures brings a visual impact.

"elder brother."

Suddenly, Old Tang heard someone calling him softly.

Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body, and he looked around in horror - but apart from him and the dragon bone, nothing else existed.

"elder brother."

The call sounded again, as if coming from a distant and unreachable place, filling the underground space.

Old Tang looked at the dragon bone in fear, only to see the pair of crystallized eyeballs inside the skull glowing with a strange luster, as if they were staring straight at him.

"OH SHIT!"

He was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. He even forgot about the bolt gun in his hand. Damn it, this kind of monster can't be completely killed even if it turns into a skeleton!

Wait, this is the skeleton that you call your brother, right? Could it be that you are going to stage a second-rate stage play in which an elder brother who has lost his memory for a long time is awakened by his younger brother's withered bones and finally seeks revenge on his boss?

Let’s not talk about whether he can beat Captain Lu. The owner of this bone undoubtedly belongs to the white eight-headed beast that woke up from the catastrophe in the dark night. At that time, he felt that if Superman or Gundam didn’t come to the rescue, Japan would be destroyed.

No more...

But I am a pure mammal, and I have nothing to do with that big monster!

"The so-called fate of abandoning one's family is to cross the wilderness, raise the war flag again, and return to the hometown. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can devour this world, instead of trekking alone, it is better to sleep peacefully. We will still wake up

Come."

Another voice sounded, a low and gentle male voice that seemed to be responding to the boy who called him.

Heck, with this kind of chuunibyou lines, the stage play becomes even more second-rate!

Old Tang complained in his heart, and kept retreating to stay away from the White King's Dragon Bone Cross.

"Brother... when you raise the battle flag and devour the world, will you eat me?"

"Yes, then you will be with me and rule the world!"

What the hell is this line? Why did it suddenly develop into a horror movie? The younger brother asked the older brother to eat him. Is this family the "sister carrying a doll on her back" family?

The surrounding air became a little stagnant, and Old Tang felt that his breathing was a little unsmooth. A familiar atmosphere was infecting this underground space.

Nibelung! This place is being covered by the spiritual realm of Nibelung!

"Creation of space", one of the highest powers in alchemy, only belongs to the first generation of seed kings who hold "original authority". They can create the Nibelungen kingdom that does not exist in the mortal world.

It is rumored that the glorious history of the Dragon Clan in the past - standing on the sea of ​​ice recording the history of the Dragon Clan, the giant bronze pillar that bound the white emperor to the sky, the palace of rules of the black emperor, the bronze city of the king of bronze and fire, the ocean and water

King's Atlantis capital, etc... These are all buried in the Nibelungs, so they have not yet been discovered by humans.

On this topic, Old Tang often went to the library to enhance his relationship with a certain French beauty who studied alchemy and mechanics in the name of "academic exchanges." However, as of now, it seems that the development of Nibelungen is better than that between him and that beauty.

Feelings go one step further.

"You've forgotten a lot of things, Norton."

A cold female voice sounded, and the pure and profound dragon text carried the majesty of looking down upon the world.

Old Tang's eyes widened and he looked in the direction of the dragon bone cross in disbelief - the alchemy tool "Dragon Binding Rope" inherited from an ancient Chinese mixed-race family had completely transformed from bronze to fiery red, as if it had been burned red.

, the inner alchemical spirit made a sharp scream of fear.

Dragon Bone Cross——or the spirit within White King is reviving!

If he could, Old Tang would immediately want to rush out and ask Yuan Zhennu to go to China and ask Captain Lu to come back to suppress it, but it was obviously too late. As a great creation created by the Black King, second only to himself, he controls the fifth element "spirit"

The powerful White King is not completely dead even though he has turned into a dragon bone cross.

"Then let me help you revive your memory."

The dragon-binding rope broke inch by inch, and the broken metal chain fell to the ground. The cold female voice became soft, singing an ancient song from the ancient times.

Old Tang's escape stopped. His expression became distorted due to the severe pain, and his consciousness and vision continued to heat up.

If there was a mirror, he would find that his eyes were a hundred times more dazzling than gold at this time, and the fiery red color beating like a flame formed an extremely ferocious vertical line.

The severe pain he had felt in Japan revived because of the ancient song, and the invisible blade continued to churn his brain, trying to dig out more dusty things.

For example...the memory of Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire.

"By the way, hand over all the secrets you know, Norton. The origin of the will of the world, the ultimate alchemy, the weakness of the Black Lord... everything."

The White King's keel cross raised his head, his crystallized eyeballs ignited with golden flames, and the countless dense bones on his chest opened up, like a black hole densely packed with white fangs.

The tyrannical emotions of the first-generation species king were completely detonated. Either in pain or anger, Old Tang raised his head and roared, and the deafening roar of the dragon shook the entire mountain where Kassel Academy is located!

An invisible line extends from the White King's keel to Old Tang, who is kneeling on the ground and covering his head - or Norton's heart.

The issue of whether there is "blood relationship" within the Dragon Clan has been discussed in the course "Dragon Family Genealogy". Many professors also have personal understandings, but so far they are just guesses. After all, no one has three generations under the same roof.

The dragon clan came to teach them the Dharma with their own example.

At least, the current White King just wants to take everything of the Bronze and Fire King as his own.

The ancient power appears. The fate turns, and the forbidden word spirit in the spiritual authority controlled by the White King can directly occupy the target's body with a tyrannical spirit, taking all his experiences and memories as his own.

In this way, He escaped from the Black King's absolute imprisonment and escaped to ancient Japan to recuperate with the help of a human body.

There is no doubt that Norton in this state is the most perfect body that can accommodate Him. He can be revived directly without a long time at all, and at the same time, he can still hold on to the power of "bronze"!

"You've become weak, Norton...who is Fingall?"

The cold voice was a little unhappy, he was so hindered.

Under the torrent of memories named His Highness Norton's endless years, there is a memory seed named "Ronald Don" struggling hard.

He was crying, as if he didn't want to merge into the world of the tyrannical king.

Ronald Tang's life after he woke up was very short.

He grew up in an orphanage. As a child, he felt inferior and lost because he had no friends and even small animals were unwilling to approach him. The time he entered Kassel College was actually his happiest time.

The most important one is my good friend Fingel. He plays games with me every day, goes to school to admire the girls' ballet postures and white stockings, goes to the cafeteria to brush Captain Lu's black kahu and eats and drinks...

Then there is the leader Lu Mingfei. Although he is completely different from the "Ming Ming" who played in StarCraft before, he still has a gentle and reassuring invisible charm, but "The Holy Word of the Emperor" is a bit difficult to memorize...

Just when the White King's spirit wanted to completely erase this ridiculous and boring memory, Ronald Tang's memory seed suddenly burst out with unexpected power. Norton's own will was revealed by the White King's ancient power.

Despite being suppressed, he actually regained control of his body for a moment.

He raised his head and shouted:

"Emperor! Save me!"

"The ridiculous last words are just like your ridiculous memories."

Just when the White King's spirit wanted to completely erase the memory seeds of Ronald Tang, it realized that there were other people who had entered this incomplete Nibelung.

An old man with gray hair wearing a dark purple robe appeared beside him at some point.

He was leaning on a twisted dead wood cane, with white eyes and a mysterious smile on his lips. When humans saw him at first sight, they would only think that he was a wise scholar and master.

"You can go ahead. This is quite interesting."

"Who are you? I can't feel any breath from you. You are not a human being, nor are you a dragon..."

King Bai's voice became alert, and the pair of crystallized eyeballs burning with golden flames in the eye sockets of the skull stared at him.

"I don't even belong to this world."

The old man smiled, but then the smile on his face froze slightly, "It seems that besides me, there is another guest who does not belong to this world."

…

"Who are you...?"

Holding on to the handrail, Yuan Jingmei struggled to move down the stairs under the almost dizzying majesty of the dragon, and saw the figures of the two boys.

There was a boy with a delicate face, wearing a small dark suit, and the bow on his collar was as bright as blood.

After hearing Yuan Zhennu's voice, he turned his head and smiled slyly, waving to him to say hello.

The other one... The girl Yuan's eyelashes were wet with cold sweat, and her vision became a little blurry. He rubbed his eyes and saw the appearance of the other boy clearly... a little unbelievable.

That appearance was all too familiar to him. They had been dependent on each other in the mountains since they were children. The person he once hated the most and wanted to be attached to most was now the youngest director of the Japanese Executive Bureau, the Demon Slayer.

"Brother...brother?"
Chapter completed!