Dragon Race: Dragon of Eternal Time

Chapter 153

The black shadow stretched out his white and slender hands, and the nails on his right hand suddenly grew, like the sharp claws of a beast.

He slashed his wrist expressionlessly, and scarlet blood dripped into the grooves of the alchemy matrix.

The water in the groove was stained red by his blood, and began to boil with a gurgling gurgling, and the cheers spread rapidly, covering the entire alchemy matrix in an instant.

A strange red light illuminates the dark space.

Ancient and sacred words like the ringing of ancient bells spit out from the mouth of the black shadow, and the blood in the groove of the alchemy matrix boiled more and more violently, and evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only light red smoke rising.

The defense around the alchemy matrix was destroyed by the evaporation of his blood, and it completely collapsed, losing its effect of protecting against foreign invasion and suppressing weirdness.

All the collections displayed on the periphery of the alchemy matrix came alive at this moment, as if a group of demons were dancing.

The ferocious bronze mask opened and closed its mouth with a "click", revealing the sharp fangs inside.

The mummy, covered in bandages and chained to the copper pillar, struggled and twisted its body. The chains collided with each other, making a clang.

The exquisitely crafted snake-headed figure flashed a sharp cold light in its silver-white eyes, spit out a snake letter, and made a terrifying "hissing" sound.

The music box, which is full of age and extremely precise, resumes its performance, with a crisp and melodious sound, like a "ding-dong" of mountain spring water.

The place that used to be as dead as a large underground tomb is now bustling like an extremely grand temple fair.

"It's so loud!" Black Shadow scolded.

His voice was not loud, but with an irresistible will, he swept across the entire space, and all the collections fell silent tremblingly.

These collections are the same as the gates of the Bronze City, and there are "living spirits" sealed inside. As soon as they were liberated from being suppressed, they felt a pressure that was far more terrifying than the alchemy matrix-the pressure on the black shadow.

"You, keep playing." The black shadow pointed to the slightly trembling music box, "Play me a grand piece, because this is a great reunion."

The music box made a few ear-piercing noises, as if a musician was clearing his throat, and then a solemn grand march resounded throughout the space like the roar of an ancient bell.

The black shadow nodded in satisfaction, and looked straight ahead calmly. His blood was still in the final confrontation with the blue water in the pool, and the white mist was transpiring.

He stepped into the boiling pool, and the extremely high temperature didn't affect him in the slightest.

An ancient and sacred circular metal altar sits in the very center of the pool.

He climbed up the steps, boarded the altar, looked at the things in front of him, showing nostalgia.

"This is a reunion after thousands of years. I still remember that we once made a blood alliance and swore to fight side by side until the last drop of blood was shed. However, when we meet again, you will have withered."

In front of him was a bronze-colored juvenile skeleton nailed to a cross with a strange shape, the skeleton of the "King of Bronze and Fire" Constantine!Keel Cross.

The black shadow stroked the skull's face softly, and said softly: "Are you really dead? This is not how a dragon king should die..."

"Let me untie the last shackles of the alchemy matrix on you!" He cut open the main artery on his wrist in one breath, and spilled more blood into the pool.

At this moment, the cyan liquid, which had been on par with the blood, was suppressed by the scarlet blood. With a "Boom!", it exploded, and a cyan water column more than ten meters high rose up, like a heavy bomb buried in a pool.

After the cyan water column rose to the highest point, it turned into a dense rainstorm and fell down, like a cyan rainstorm. The last alchemy field collapsed, covering the altar, and the huge power that suppressed the Dragon King's bones followed. dissipate.The last shackles are broken!
The solemn march reaches its climax at this moment, surpassing even Beethoven's "Ode to Joy".

"Stand up! Constantine!" Sombra clapped and roared.

His enthusiasm was not met.

The bronze-colored skeleton was still silent, without a trace of life, letting the blue raindrops fall on it, making a dense "click" sound.

The shadow stared at the skeleton, and then there was a long silence.

After the silence, he walked forward, stretched out his hands and gently held the face of the skeleton, as if a mother wanted to take a closer look at the face of her child who was about to travel far away: "So you are really dead...Constance Man."

"Please play a dirge for us." The black shadow and the skull's cheeks pressed against each other.

The grand march came to an abrupt end, and the extremely sad music overflowed from the music box like icy sea water, which was several times sadder than the works of the mournful musician Tchaikovsky.

"Perhaps because of not knowing the dream, the wandering people chase the phantom." The bleak low singing sounded unusually harmoniously, like plucking a lute covered with thick dust.

The black shadow turned around, and saw another black shadow leaning against the wall in the darkness not far away, stretching a proud and excellent figure, with exquisite curves and long round legs.

"Oh! I didn't mean to disturb you, I just wanted to match the atmosphere." Another black shadow said with a light smile.

"Sai Tokuro?" Heiying said lightly, "It seems that my actions have already been controlled by you..."

"Hi! I'm so famous?" Mai Shutoku snapped his fingers beautifully.

As the sound fell, a beam of light shone down from above her head.Wearing a heroic high ponytail and a touch of blush at the end of his eyes, Shutoku Mai was wearing a dark tight combat uniform, standing in the white light beam, with two samurai long swords tied to his round thighs.

"I'm here to commemorate a friend, what are you doing here?" Hei Ying looked directly at the slightly undulating and proud chest of Jiu Toku Mai, showing a somewhat displeased expression.

"Of course I came to steal things. This is the well of oblivion where the Dragon Bone Cross is buried. Who wouldn't want to come in and take a look? Pay homage to friends? You are just like me, just a mouse who came to steal things..." Jiude Mai chuckled Turning her head, she looked into the darkness not far to her left, "He's the third one."

Knowing that his tracks had been discovered, the sound of even breathing rang out from the darkness.

"This is really interesting, we can play mahjong with one more person." Hei Ying said.

"Here, here, there are enough people to play mahjong." Behind the shadow, someone raised his hand high.

"Maybe we can form a League of Legends team, exactly five people." A lazy voice sounded, and another black figure came out from the darkness in the corner.

Everyone was stunned because they didn't even notice that there was another person hiding in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)