Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 235 The Legend Begins Today
dragon language.

The boundless long chant resounded through the sea.

In the center of the thirteen pure-blooded dragons, there is a crimson dragon. His body is obviously bigger than his companions. His slender body reminds people of a century-old tree. Violent muscles, the mane around the dragon's head swaying without wind, and a pair of golden pupils are full of 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 will lead his bronze subjects across the long river of time to the final era, rush to the king's side desperately, and then follow the bronze and fire monarch, in the Raise the flag of resistance on the earth, and set foot on the final and final battlefield.

It should be like this.

But time, that is the most unfathomable field. After sleeping for too long, no matter what happens, it is normal. At first, there were more than a hundred warriors who cocooned in this tomb with him. But only they were left.

After waking up, the red dragon inspected his soldiers one by one, inspecting every unresponsive cocoon, staring at the color of ashes on it, and calling out to his long-ago partners in a deep dragon language.

Nothing awaits him.

Chilong is very clear.

Not every soldier can withstand the long years of suffering. They died, really died, and could not return.

What is death?

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

"My lord, please accept my challenge!"

The red dragon gently wrapped his body around the ashen cocoon.

Little guy, it looks like you're about to miss your appointment.

He put his ear on the cocoon, but he didn't hear anything, so the red dragon knew that the white dragon who spoke so loudly was dead.

Indeed, dragons can use the method called "cocooning" to reincarnate and return from death. Even if the body is old, they can also transfer their souls to a spare cocoon to replace a young and energetic body. Continue life.

But the body can be replaced, what about the soul?
How can an aging soul be liberated?

For dragons, there is only one way.

death.

Chilong ordered his soldiers to form formation.

The ancient picture is repeated in the last age across the ages.

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

Even including him as the commander, the number is no more than thirteen.

The red dragon scanned his soldiers majestically.

Obviously, the golden pupils are no longer as bright as they were thousands of years ago, and the dust of the years has made their eyes mottled, but the burning fire in them is always hot.

They are the sharpest blades in the hand of kings.

It is also the most balanced shield.

The ancient oath is still in my ears.

Live for a king, die for a king.

This is what they exist for.

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

Today is the time for them to fulfill their vows.

Chilong stared at the existence not far away who held the bronze authority.

Ancient and sacred rituals are at work.

The secret message told him everything.

The competition for the Iron Throne, the change of bronze power, the new king is about to take the throne, and the old king is crumbling.

This is something Chilong can't understand.

How can it be?

The supreme authority can be changed, what a joke!
Chilong has never heard of such a thing. From his birth to now, 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 high above and eternally unique.

The rules like the iron law of the world will be shaken unexpectedly.

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

When Chilong 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 the Bronze City behind him, which was the king's bedroom, and their majesty was also in it.

He didn't look back, his burning golden pupils were always firmly locked on the existence not far away.

The majestic long chant of the red dragon.

That is the language of dragons.

Once resounded in the world thousands 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 language and offer piety.

And in the era of thousands of years later, before the end, the ancient dragon language resounded again.

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

The audience looked different, because of the reason of the game, a certain great existence exerted authority on them, so they also understood.

and also.

Of course, the bronze servant understood.

After all, this is the order given to them.

All warlike blood boils.

There is some magma-like color flowing in the golden pupil.

The soldiers were almost in tears.

They finally waited for an order from the chief.

A long time ago, under such an order, they fought with the subjects of the sky, collided with the subjects of the earth, and bit the subjects of the sea.

And now, the same order was issued again.

They have been waiting for thousands of years.

This is what they exist for.

is the whole of their life.

Today has been waiting since the moment they broke out of their cocoons.

After the festival, I will die loyally for the king!
Chiron said.

"Combine!"

He swung his long tail, rolled up a huge vortex, and raised his speed to the highest towards the existing bronze seat.

"charge!"

This is an order from the commander.

His soldiers also groaned.

There are three generations of species, four generations of species.

Whether it is bloodline, spirituality or strength, there is a huge gap.

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

Bronze subject.

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

Also, the general's soldiers.

"Yes!"

The soldiers obliged loudly.

Just like countless battles thousands of years ago.

The soldiers followed closely around the general.

It's a pity that they have always rushed to the front, resisted the most attacks, and killed the most enemies. Their loyal king is not here.

It doesn't matter.

King, this time, let us protect you!
Bronze servants, charge!
Lu Mingfei stood on the bronze seat.

Below is the dead sea of ​​the Nibelung.

Black silent silent silent huge.

A series of wreaths hang down from the bronze sliding cover.

This is the evolution of the authoritative self.

It symbolizes the supreme kingship.

The boy was standing on the sea, under the sliding cover.

Bronze vassals charged at him.

That is the dragon that has been revived from the ancient dormancy.

The momentum of their swimming seemed to cut open the sea.

The unimaginable speed caused walls to reach the sky to be erected on the left and right. If it were an ordinary sea, you might 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 creation of miracles, the sea here is dead, because the dragons killed the water element, so there is nothing wrong with describing this sea with a corpse, this is a corpse, the corpse of the water element.

The last bronze subjects formed a special battle formation.

Use Commander Chiron as an arrow.

Betting his life and everything, he charged towards the existence on the bronze seat, the boy with the bronze mask.

Obviously a dragon.

Obviously there is still a quantitative advantage.

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

One person, a group of dragons.

The tragic one is actually the latter.

…………

What if the person standing there is me?

Caesar thought solemnly.

As a warrior, it was impossible for him to allow himself to just watch and his brain began to function. Assuming that he was the one standing on the bronze seat facing the thirteen dragons, Caesar thought, what would I do?
Dragon slaying, this is the reality that every young hybrid who enters Kassel must face.

They regarded themselves as dragon slayers, they learned the techniques of slaying dragons, and they also wanted to achieve the great cause of slaying dragons.

But in the past hundred years, or in the past thousand years, have there really been any hybrids who have successfully slayed dragons?

Dangerous hybrids, Deadpool, how can such sad guys be compared with dragons.

Therefore, the hearts of 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 been in the cold window for ten years can't wait for the imperial examination.

Pretty much the same sentiment.

Heroes are useless.

What kind of martial arts are you still learning?

Caesar would occasionally think about such questions, but he was never confused. From the perspective of Gattuso's heir, is it a problem that there are no traces of dragons in this era?Obviously not, with Caesar around, finding dragons just takes a little time and patience, that's all.

Caesar never doubted that he could find dragons and kill them.

But no matter how crazy and self-righteous the prediction was, there had never been a time when Lu Mingfei faced the thirteen-headed dragon with bare hands like the current Lu Mingfei.

What about the technology that humans have finally developed?
What about the violent firepower?

If it is Caesar himself, he must use advanced weapons and equipment, even combining technology and alchemy power, such as a bazooka equipped with an alchemy warhead. Considering that this is an ocean, he may be able to use small nuclear bomb torpedoes.

But, no.

Opposite is Thirteen Dragons.

If you are alone, even if you have sufficient logistical supplies, it is absolutely impossible to survive the siege of thirteen pure-blooded dragons, let alone slay the dragon.

and many more.

Caesar suddenly realized something.

Opposite is the army of bronze and fire.

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

This is just so stupid.

Modern warfare is not a single person's heroism. Multi-forces work together to strike in all directions. War is an art, and even the most amazing people are just cogs in it.

Using a modern army to slay a 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 vassal is himself.

Like that boy, with bare hands, what can he do, Caesar?
There is no modern military to provide the firepower.

Not even firearms bazooka nuclear warhead support strike.

A man, half-breed, flesh and blood.

Thirteen dragons on the opposite side.

What should he do?
The more he thought about it, the tighter Caesar frowned.

He has learned a lot of fighting skills. In addition to hot weapons, he has also studied unarmed combat and knife skills to a considerable extent.

But there has never been a genre that told him how to fight a four-meter-high behemoth.

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

But what about the four-meter-tall dragon?
Where is his heart?
left, or right?
Or is it in the head?

Don't think that this is some kind of fantasy, dragons and hybrids have too little understanding of their ancestors, so shallow that it is ridiculous.

If you are single-handed, only you and the knife, facing thirteen dragons.

Even someone as proud as Caesar had to admit it.

The probability of winning in the end is too slim.

Therefore, Caesar was even more curious.

Master Lu, if it was you, no, it is already you.

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

There are many others who have the same idea.

Like Angers.

The old man solemnly looked at the sea.

Keep your eyes peeled.

He is curious about what happens next.

I don't know what that boy will do.

However, curiosity comes from the unknown.

Angers was a little more certain.

A new legend rises today.

His name is Lu Mingfei.

…………

Come on, big devil!
Erika clenched her fists, cheering up that annoying guy.

Little Amber did the same.

It's just that she directly yelled out what was in her heart.

Although there is a high probability that Mr. Big Devil can't hear it, it doesn't matter. Little Amber still has to work hard to express her heart.

The girl put her hands together in front of her mouth and shouted with all her might.

"Come on!"

…………

"Come on, brother."

With polite words and a slight smile, the little devil stood behind Lu Mingfei.

"Please let go and make a fuss."

"Ah."

the boy said.

In front of him was a high wall of water.

Almost drowning the whole world.

Lu Mingfei stood alone.

This is the pride of single-handedly fighting against the world.

Under the bronze mask is a pair of calm eyes.

Among them is the freedom and ease of not being afraid of overturning the world.

This is the case, and the earth will fall and the sky will fall, so why not.

My generation of warriors naturally faced up to difficulties, and with these two hands, we made a bright and bright world, which is good for the world.

"That's it, so handsome, brother."

said the little devil.

"The next battle must be maintained. It's live broadcast, but there are many people watching you."

ha?live streaming?

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

If it was this kind of live broadcast, Lu Mingfei felt that there was really no need to pay attention.

Think no more.

With a thought, the mind is like a knife, cutting off three thousand troubles, and cutting out the Lingtai Qingming.

This is his first battle after being promoted to Inhuman.

It is also the first battle of a non-human warrior in the dragon world.

There is a lot of pride in my chest.

Lu Mingfei roared loudly.

The army of bronze subjects came rolling in.

And look!

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

Vientiane!

(End of this chapter)