Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 240 Flying to the Moon
If one word was used to describe the feelings of the relevant departments at this time, it would be two words: "confused". If it were more concise and colloquial, it could be reduced to a simple word: "muddled".

Even veterans who have fought against the Dragon Clan for many years, it is difficult to judge the cause of the change in the Bronze City at this moment.

But Constantine obviously didn't give anyone time to react. The water on the river was rippling, and the sound of crashing waves spread far away. Under the vigilant eyes of the Chinese officials on the shore, a hole appeared on the water above the Bronze City.

"The surface of the river is split..." In the headquarters, someone murmured to himself, although the voice was very small, but in the silent headquarters, it sounded like thunder, which made the stunned people tremble and wake up. come over.

"Start the fighter plane and bomb the Bronze City." The commander hesitated for a few seconds before giving an order to the air force, and the fighter plane carrying the depth charge took off again and dropped the bomb into the gap that opened.

The bomb fell into the gap, and a burst of flames burst out from under the surface of the river. The river exploded, and the waves aroused by the bomb slapped on both sides of the water mist, leaving large swathes of spray.

The unknown force that cut the river stopped for a moment, and then moved at a faster speed. The gap that was originally only a line widened quickly, changing from the original almond shape to a regular circle.

The circle on the surface of the river looks perfect to the naked eye, and the surrounding water stagnates there, forming a landscape that can only exist in legends, but in the eyes of the people in the headquarters, this is a kind of provocation and ridicule.

"He's showing his strength," muttered Professor Mance, "like a black slate in a sci-fi movie."

What Professor Mance said was the black slate in the sci-fi movie 2001: A Space Odyssey, with a ratio of 1:4:9, showing humans the terrifying technological capabilities of alien civilizations.

White rays of light emanated from the divided river, and the huge energy contained in the Bronze City was brought together, and they would become new fuel.

The Bronze City that had just been bombed made an unpleasant creaking sound, and the team in the Bronze City heard the terrifying roar that echoed in the city, like the dying struggle of a giant dragon after being hacked into pieces.

"What's that?" Yaji put her hand on Ye Sheng's shoulder beside her. Amidst the roar of the dragon just now, she panicked for no reason, and her eyes seemed to start to blur.

"Don't listen, it's Dragon Wen." Ye Sheng covered Yaji's ears, he knew very well that the roar just now was not a simple scream, but a dragon clan singing Dragon Wen.

At this moment, the Dragon King's bedroom had already changed its appearance. The former bronze hut was replaced by a thick bronze pillar, which was hollow inside. Samson curled up in it, falling into a strange state.

White light shone on his body, and the dragon text continuously came out from the big burnt mouth, and passed through the entire Bronze City through some unknown force.

Zero stood in front of the bronze pillar, looking at his outstanding works in front of him. Mai Shutoku appeared behind him, carrying a rectangular bronze box on his back with intricate patterns carved on it.

"Boss, I got the item." Mai Shutoku stood upright and asked Zero for instructions.

"Let's go then," Number Zero raised his hand and drew a few arcs, a map appeared in the air, in which there appeared branch roads, and a red line ran through them, showing Mai Tokuku the way forward.

Mai Shutoku looked at the map, then strode away from here, following the instructions of No. [-].

With the departure of Mai Tokuku, No. Zero's phantom also became unstable. No. Zero looked at the palm that had begun to blur, and issued his last command: "Rocket launch!"

Word Ling can sometimes do many things, such as creating an explosion in a narrow pipe.

If Chu Zihang was here, he might easily recognize the speech spirit Samson was using at the moment, which was Jun Yan, who could quickly create a powerful and terrifying explosion with high-temperature flames to destroy the enemy.

Explosions occurred in the bronze pipe, and the language used by the Dragon Clan was far more powerful than imagined. The huge explosions pushed Samson's huge body and began to accelerate in the smooth pipe.

"It's a dragon, a fire-breathing dragon flew out of the Bronze City!" In the headquarters, a young commissioner staring at the screen screamed, but no one blamed him. It was so funny that the usually unsmiling staff officer grinned.

That's right, what flew out of the separated water surface was neither the dragon's surface-to-air missiles nor swarms of dragons, but a somewhat sluggish-looking giant dragon.

His wings are tightly attached to his back, his hands and feet are tucked together, his whole body is curled up, and his body exudes white light. No matter how conspicuous this outfit is at night, it looks like a gigantic egg rising into the sky.

What's more interesting, from time to time, a ball of flames erupted from the bottom of the giant egg, accompanied by violent explosions, pushing the giant egg upwards.

The strange picture of Samson made Monk Zhang Er in the headquarters puzzled. At this moment, the staff officer was about to scold his mother, saying that these guys would neither fight nor escape, what was the meaning of this whole trick.

"Are you going to attack?" Someone in the headquarters asked, "This may be the Dragon King trying to escape."

"How can someone escape like this, why not just walk out of the water?" The staff officer glared at the person who asked the question: "Don't be in a hurry, let's see what happens next."

At this moment, the white light around Samson, who was still ascending, had turned red, and his flesh and blood were burning, turning into terrifying energy. The next moment, he opened his mouth.

A stream of crimson energy spewed out from Samson's mouth. If one looked carefully, it seemed that some humanoid object was wrapped in these crimson energies, all erupting upward together.

This is a rocket made of Samson's life, fueled by dragon blood, powered by the words of the powerful descendant of the Fire King, wrapped in flesh and blood and flying upwards with the newly reborn Constantine, and there is only one target, that is The bright moon in the sky.

Samson, like the detached secondary rocket, lost all power after launching Constantine and fell downward.

There was a final growl in his mouth, it was a blessing to his king, the once cowardly little prince finally stood up, shouldered the heavy responsibility of the clan, and went thousands of miles away to find the missing king.

Samson's body was riddled with holes from the action just now, his flesh and blood began to melt, and his golden eyes gradually dimmed. When he fell on the river, the most loyal servant of the King of Bronze and Fire had lost his former self. The shape turned into a puddle of mud, and he proved his loyalty with his life.

And his master, flew into the sky, like a splendid flower, blooming in the night sky.

　Calvin is serious and very sorry
　　
　
(End of this chapter)