Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

My name is "Chu Zihang".

Former president of Lionheart Club of Kassel College, now an ordinary student of Faos College.

Came here for an appointment now.

To be here…

Kill the gods.

……

……

The white uniform trench coat swayed gently in the darkness of the Golden Land.

Chu Zihang stroked the blade of Murasame's blade with his fingers and felt a little drop of water on his fingertips, giving rise to a chill.

The dragon's blood in the body became more and more exciting with the beating of the heart, and the snake-like thunder and lightning lines climbed quietly on the side of the face, looking sacred and ferocious.

The black-haired young man stared at the smiling god in front of him and said solemnly: "I found you."

As the words fell, the power of [Contract] emerged.

A chain of nothingness burning with dim fire formed between the two, entwining each other's bones.

Both Chu Zihang and Constantine had a feeling at this moment... Only when one of them falls and enters the abyss of death will the chains dissipate.

This is the bondage of death struggle.

"Congratulations on completing the first part of our contract and finding my trace."

"You did very well."

The deadly fight with the young man in front of him began, but a smile appeared in Constantine's eyes, and he asked softly: "But it has only been so long, and you have found my side. Can you tell me why?"

Only about ten minutes have passed since he left the atrium.

He naturally trusted Bu Shun's strength and believed that he would definitely be able to easily deal with the fire giant he left behind... But Chu Zihang's pursuit came so fast, which still exceeded Constantine's imagination.

Is this little time really enough for the big boy in front of me to sort out the messy things in human beings?
  "I'm not alone."

Chu Zihang's golden eyes were lowered, "Teacher, I went to suppress the rift in the world you left. I have companions to help me solve those things that I am not good at... because I know that there is only one thing that is truly worth doing. Piece."

——A life-and-death showdown with the Dragon King in front of him.

As for how he found Constantine...

Chu Zihang just had a wonderful "feeling" that he couldn't express in detail... He felt that he could meet the King of Bronze and Fire again in this place where they first met.

In the similar golden eyes of one person and one dragon, the figure of the other person is reflected increasingly clearly. Although the status they once held was very different, the noble king seemed to regard the young man in front of him as an equal to himself, without any slighting.

"very good."

"very good."

"Sure enough, you and I are similar things."

Constantine clapped softly and looked at Chu Zihang with eyes full of approval, "Maybe it's because you can't find your own place, so you feel the same as me."

The earth, or this atrium world, is not a place to belong.

For Constantine, the only place he could call his "home" was the golden land where he and his brother had spent so many years together.

At the moment when Norton passed away and the Golden Land was destroyed, the Dragon King, who was surrounded by endless loneliness, actually resonated with a human being... Constantine understood all this clearly, and he knew that Chu Zihang, who was summoned by him, was also a survivor. Leaving behind the sad existence of his past.

Constantine's eyes flickering with candlelight quietly reflected the changing appearance of the young man.

In the eyes of the God of Zhongshan, Chu Zihang's appearance gradually regressed. The power of time runs through the past and present. In his eyes, Chu Zihang has changed from an unruly young man standing with a knife to a sad young man with tears on his face, and his "life" has been connected into a movie-like trajectory. .

Scenes that even Chu Zihang himself had forgotten were reflected in it, allowing Constantine to glimpse a deeper [reality].

The Dragon King said calmly: "You are a ghost, a ghost who cannot find a home and is imprisoned on the stage."

At this moment, he could clearly distinguish the various marks on Chu Zihang... Among them were Odin's gaze and the traces left by the evil sister he was familiar with.

Together, they built a stage for a young man named "Chu Zihang", and he was bound behind the curtain of this stage without knowing anything.

"Our past lives have been manipulated by some more powerful force."

Constantine sniffed some kind of residue that existed in the destroyed world, and the candlelight in his eyes turned a little red, "That's why we meet again in this abandoned world... It's not like fate, but better than fate."

"Ah."

Chu Zihang responded so coldly.

While breathing in response to the dragon's blood, he adjusted his body's condition for the subsequent fight to the death. While listening to Constantine's soliloquy, he learned about the world they lived in from the mouth of this ancient being who was born in an era when humans did not exist.

Although he didn't say too many words, he agreed with Constantine's words in his heart.

——Yes, he does.

He is an outcast.

People are the sum of all social relationships.

But the human named Chu Zihang has long been an alien outside society.

In his eyes, the laws that bind millions of sentient beings are broken chains that must be obeyed only when needed and become waste paper when not needed.

The order of the world cannot restrain the Avengers with dragon blood flowing in their veins, nor can it allow Chu Zihang, who has escaped from the way of human beings, to return to the "ordinary" track of the past.

He did not rely on his violence to grab the money, honor, and sexual excitement that ordinary people crave from this world... but he separated himself from it and purified himself into a shadow. one……

Chasing the shadow of revenge.

"It's not about surviving for yourself, but only when you are chasing something can you take steps forward."

“That’s where we’re really similar.”

Constantine smiled and raised his right hand, and bright firelight overflowed from his palm.

Some existences that had died but were not completely dead were called by him and loyally submitted to the majesty of this king.

It was a bright red victorious blood, twisted and burning blood-colored flames. One of the divine servants who was strangled by Bu Shun and Helena - the debt collector of the Golden Land, after the death of the giant fire spider, the Flame Marcher Balaster The remaining essence.

Even in the cold snow that fell from death in the Golden Land, the flames were still terrifying, and even looking at them would make the eyes burn.

But at this moment, in Constantine's hands, this violent energy is as gentle and restrained as amber, following its will, fixed in the air as a metal.

Material transformation, regeneration and refinement.

The dragon blood essence of the dead godly servant was refined, molded together with the fierce will of the debt collector who never really disappeared from the golden land, and forged from nothingness into a weapon driven by the king.

Without any further movement, the dragon inscriptions as delicate as carvings were engraved on it, sharpening the edge of the bronze.

Seeing this scene, Chu Zihang's eyes narrowed.

The transformation of energy and matter is so effortless, worthy of being the King of Bronze and Fire who is proficient in alchemy.

The remaining fire is the body and the remaining heart is the blade. The sword born in the hands of the king is as straight as the king's back.

The dragon king in front of him raised his sword made of bronze and covered the candle dragon's pupil on the left. He said loudly like a blue bird: "I have lost my beloved who has been with me for so long that I don't know what the length of time is. I inherited the love of my relatives." Obsession, embark on a journey of rebellion against fate alone..."

"I don't regret it though."

"But occasionally I want my brother to see more of my efforts..."

"So, let's end it with a battle."

As a noble Dragon King, he possesses the power of a god. At this moment, the Dragon King's figure is as cold and soft as a cold plum, but for some reason he looks like a homeless ghost.

——It is indeed similar.

The arm holding the blade was raised involuntarily, Chu Zihang thought to himself as the wind and snow passed by him.

In front of the supreme being at the source of the bloodline, the dragon blood in his body that should have been as humble as an ant roared. The power of Pamish and the name of the devil resided in it, making his golden pupils dyed a bit bright red.

In the past, he learned about the existence of Kassel College from the message of a scaly claw left by his missing father, and Chu Zihang rushed towards the only visible candlelight without hesitation.

Rejecting the love that is within reach, staying away from the only family member, embarking on this journey alone with no end in sight.

After that, he sharpened himself again and again in the knife tip and blood, leaving bruises all over his body.

In order to gain the power to take revenge, he would even destroy his own flesh and blood and sell his soul to dragon blood...

Rioters who took advantage of the situation.

killed.

An abusive man driven mad by despair.

killed.

Blood ran through Chu Zihang's entire life after entering Kassel.

His time at school failed to make him more like a human being. He was like a headless fly, frantically chasing dangerous mixed-race criminals, hoping to find any clues from the school and the chaotic challenges.

Until this moment, he finally had definite hope and found the light of his revenge.

Chu Zihang's indifferent face actually had a subtle smile.

"I'll do my best too."

The chains of nothingness that bound each other made Chu Zihang feel Constantine's weakness at this moment, like a candle that was about to go out.

Although he didn't know why this god with the power to destroy everything made him so weak, Chu Zihang knew that at this moment, he was qualified to fight Constantine on the stage.

“Is what we have a curse, or a redemption?”

Not uneasy because of his weakness, Constantine smiled and pressed his heart, and sighed softly: "On this stage where you and I are imprisoned, even ghosts have things that they will burn until the end of their lives and never want to let go. .”

An eternal candle burned on the bronze sword blade, illuminating the dark land of gold.

If there are undead souls wandering in the abyss looking back at Svartalfheim at this moment, they may kneel to the ground with tears in their eyes... because the sun that once illuminated this world has returned and dispelled the coldness of death, just like in the past hundred years. Thousands of years.

"Each other's journeys intersect at this moment."

...Finally we can welcome it.

——The end of this long torture.

The blades and blades no longer paused, closing the curtain under the reflection of blood.

　PS: More, I’m sorry, my work has caused me to be completely ruined in the past two weeks, and the end of the year is really bad.

　　No matter what, this month I can wrap up this plot.

　　(End of this chapter)