Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 59 The King's Vision

"...Since when did you realize this?"

General Wang said in a low voice, only the sound of his heavier breathing echoed in the entire observation tower, like a remnant ghost with nowhere to hide, deep and frightening.

But the girl didn't care much, she thought about it, and tilted her head a little hesitantly.

"This is not a difficult mystery to guess, so it is a matter of course that I knew it when I first heard about this task."

"Because I know your aesthetics of victory, your insistence on showing off and showing off your strength—so I know that the so-called Deadpool group in downtown Tokyo is all fake."

"Because I know your purpose is to win me over—so you will definitely wait for me on this Tokyo Tower."

The more flat and natural the girl's tone was, the deeper the king's heart sank.

His first reaction was unbelievable. He subconsciously felt that this was a certain existence standing behind the girl, a puzzle deliberately created by a chess player who was playing against him, to lure him to think about it, and to use this absurd picture in front of her. Try to put pressure on yourself.

However, a trembling from the depths of his genes clearly told him.
This is the fact.

Wang Jiang was being ridiculed by a junior high school girl pointing at her nose, mocking him for not having a perfect plan, mocking his intention as a chess player for being too obvious, mocking him for not being qualified to talk about grand plans.

And this junior high school student, with almost no clues, only relying on some trivial clues, gradually restored the truth hidden behind the ghosts and the Bajia of Snake Qi.

and many more.

"So, are you laughing because my plan is too obvious? I admit, I underestimated—"

"Oh that's not why."

The king's words were interrupted, and he was forced to once again force himself to suppress the mania in his heart, and looked up at the girl, looking directly into her eyes.And the girl's lips were full of cherry blossoms, her teeth were fragrant, and she spread her hands.

"What I find funny is your wish itself."

"desire?"

"It's the matter of becoming a dragon."

At that moment, it seemed as if a slender string broke in the air.

The emotions that should have been suppressed were completely vented, and this was the first gaffe of the king tonight.The Noh mask began to tremble violently, and that was definitely not because of anything else, just pure anger.

He can accept that his skills are inferior to others due to negligence, but he can't bear his ideals and ambitions being trampled on, and then the almost condensed anger turns into a savage beast that devours people and presses towards him.

In the long and narrow hole, the golden light beyond the spire of the Tokyo Tower erupted so hard that people couldn't look directly at it.

That is the mechanism of the evolution of the golden pupil. If an experienced dragon slayer were to witness it at this moment, it would definitely be heart-wrenching, because it is a golden streamer that is not inferior to the next-generation species.

Noble, strict, as if overwhelming terror.

The fire began to rise and spread gradually, the black wreckage danced under the scorching heat, like a painful and distorted human figure, the king entrenched in the sky, under the pale jagged teeth were people's insignificant flesh and blood and screams, and the crimson flowed down, as if it was a Silent but prosperous, a dead city that bleeds and floats.

The golden pupils of the second-generation species, just looking at each other will make the insufficiently trained A-level hybrids kneel on the spot, and even experienced members of the A-level mixed-race executive department can keep breathing is the limit.

The coercion of dragons on people is really too hopeless and powerless.

In the despair that almost covered the sky, the girl also changed her face.

It's not fear, but a distorted smile that looks at people's jokes to a comforting and annoying smile as if the plan has succeeded.

Wang Jiang showed overwhelming momentum as the leader of the fierce ghosts, but it was also proof that he was poked against the scales.

The word Nilin sounds very cool, with a thick sense of myth and mystery.

But according to the girl's understanding, this is an ancient Chinese saying.

——"The reverse scale of the dragon, if you touch it, you will die."

According to legend, there is a scale on the neck of the dragon that is inverted. If anyone touches it, the dragon will kill the opponent. "Ni Lin" refers to a taboo or the bottom line, which cannot be touched, so it is also extended as a metaphor for the weakness of those in power.

Weakness, weakness, to put it bluntly, the so-called Ni Lin is being poked in the painful foot, that is to say.
"Are you afraid? Afraid that I will deny your ideals." The girl in a red coat waved her hand, but her empty hand seemed to be holding a gasoline bottle, and poured it on the king's head again.

"Are you afraid of losing to me in the debate?" the girl said with a smile.

"Fujimaru Tachika, are you so confident in your speaking skills?" General Wang hissed. "Are you so sure that you can refute me instead of being persuaded by me to recognize the supreme dignity of power and power?"

"Well, of course."

Fujimaru-san really doesn't know how to be humble, or she won't be humble to the enemy in front of her.She smiled, her beautiful eyes looking forward, as if everything in the world had lost its color, even the wrathful gold sank, leaving only the girl's magical charm.

But even though her words were so arrogant, the girl's face was not ferocious, but gentle and kind.With her thumb, she pointed to the night scene that the two of them watched just now, and said flatly.

"Wang Jiangsang, you might as well make it clear, what is your ideal? What is it worth for you to mess up this city? And I - I will be responsible for waking you up."

The general Wang didn't answer immediately when he heard the words, but his arms that were naturally hanging under the military uniform trembled.

This was the signal for the beginning of the war, and it was also the moment when his mentality changed.

In fact, Wang Jiang only regarded Fujimaru Tachika as a "possible enemy" at the beginning, and most likely it was just an illusion pushed out by others to act as a facade.

What qualifications does a junior high school girl have to compete with her on the same stage?

What qualifications do you have to have the bloodline of the same level as the "Emperor" who has been passed down for thousands of years?
But now he knows that he seems to have made a fatal mistake.

Whether it was a coincidence, or an inevitability formed by the gathering of countless factors beyond his sight, he had to face this unconventional girl head-on, otherwise he would even lose to her in the field in which he was most confident.

"Is it necessary to ask again?"

Wang Jiang suppressed the countless turbulent emotions in his heart, and tried his best to focus on the next conversation. His thoughts seemed to return to the past that was too long ago, and he had not yet put on the disguise called Wang Jiang.

When I was still a human being, I also seemed to have verbally confronted my old friend, impatient, angry, and more useless emotions.

But now he can't hold those in his eyes.

"Dragon clan is the supreme existence in this world, a noble life far higher than human beings, their roars are as deafening as the roar of swords, as irresistible as natural disasters of storms and tsunamis, noble as thousands of gods shouting in unison drink."

"What's wrong with yearning for such a life?"

When the man said these things, his voice was so pious and fanatical.

Even Tachika Fujimaru was not laughing at the moment, just listening quietly.

If she wanted to, she could also sneer like she did just now, using sharp and harsh words to easily scold this self-righteous man to the point of confusion.

But Fujimaru Tatsuka suddenly became quiet.

Have to wait a little longer.

She still needs some time to get to know Wang Jiang.

She needs information and needs to unravel the truth of this world, and the man in front of her is obviously a good target.

She wants to know what is the goal of the magician standing at the top of this world, or the mixed race.

She wants to know how great the charm of being a dragon is for a mixed race.

She wanted to know to what extent the magicians in this world could resist when that mad dragon named Nidhogg swept across the world.

Chaldea is the last miracle of mankind, and the reason why a miracle is a miracle is that it cannot be artificially reproduced.

The people fighting each other finally disappeared on the eve of the destruction of the world, but all of them left behind bloomed with flowers called "courage". They were the girl and her partners—there were less than 20 people in Chaldea, and each of them was the last one. Fight against the world.

There have been so many shining stars in the long history of mankind. They turned into heroic spirits and stood on the last line of defense of mankind, and only then did they snatch the last torch in the endless desperate situation.

What about this world?

Do the people of this world sing of hope and praise courage?
Waiting for the generals who are still calculating gains and losses in the face of danger to make mistakes, waiting for the desperate black dragon to look down on the earth from the sky, his sharp claws and roar piercing through the thick clouds, when the fragments of his words burn everything, then finally What is left is the hope of blooming again, or something else?
The time for the girl to step into the mysterious side is short, but everything she can see is so powerless.

She can smile on the surface, treat herself as a girl with a bit of combat power but doesn't care about world affairs, and live a stable life happily.

But looking at the intrigue as always, it is common for our clan to kill each other.

It was so tiresomely familiar.

So she secretly made a decision at this moment.

— If no one is willing to stand up, then she will do it herself.

This time, the girl is still the only savior facing despair.

But if anything, she came earlier.

Fujimaru Tachika stepped into the mysterious side before the disaster came.

This is just an extremely subtle change.

But this is like the fluttering of the thin wings of a butterfly, and the airflow will tremble slightly with it. That seemingly insignificant step will one day——

It will turn into a gust of wind that tears the wings of the giant dragon, sweeping the world.

　The next chapter will be released at eleven o'clock in the evening, and the next chapter will be at twelve o'clock. If the two chapters are read together, the effect may be better, and it will probably be pushed to the center of gravity of this volume in one go. (The total number of words is about four or five chapters
　　Seeing that many book friends analyzed my rhythm problem, I accepted the recognition and expressed my gratitude while being very distressed.

　　I thought about the rhythm problem, maybe it's because I have a problem with the settings.

　　Fujimaru Tachika is not a time traveler. On the basis of not knowing Herzog and not having any previous briefings, I wanted to create an image of Herzog, which readers already know, for the protagonist, and arranged for Tachika While constantly changing its impression, it lays out some tactical layouts, so there will be a lot of information that may not be useful to readers.There is also the problem of insufficient writing power
　　That's my problem, but that's the story I personally want to see when I'm fantasizing, so that's the way it is.

　　The way I came up with was to change the sending time of the chapters, and then send a lot of things from two chapters in one, so as to make the amount of information as large as possible.

　　If I can still have a recommendation this week, then I will simply celebrate and write out the plot in one go. (angry

　　If not
　　Paralyzed—wait, and hope. (no mercy

　　


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