A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 17 12. Times have changed, adults.

"On September 21, 1900, we received the cargo No. 19000666. The Dragon King was resurrected during the autopsy. This was a trap, a premeditated siege!" Marquis Gambert was sweating like rain, and the pen in his hand was moving crazily Recording everything on paper, the sound of clanging swords and flintlock guns came from outside the carriage. He knew that there was not much time left for him, but he had to record it all and leave the clues to future generations. This is what he is doing now The only thing that can be done.

"At 01:23:45 in the morning, the battle is still going on. We are not prepared enough. The opponent has about 500 deadpools, including purebloods!..."

After recording, Gambert's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, but his eyes remained determined. The sound of fighting outside the carriage was getting closer and closer, and his task had been completed.

With a long sigh of relief, Marquis Gambert tore off all the text from the record, folded it, pressed it together with two square copper sheets, sealed it with screws at the four corners, and stuffed it into the mezzanine of the carriage. Everything he could do had been done, and even if he faced death, he had nothing to fear.

Gambert wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, calmed down his racing heart, and opened the door curtain of the carriage.

"Hey! Secretary, just go back and write the manuscript! The battlefield is not the place you should stay." Viscount Charlotte was loading the flintlock gun while glaring at Marquis Gambert who was about to come out.

"This is probably the last time. Let me see with my own eyes the heroic appearance of 'Silver Wings'." Marquis Gambert touched his non-existent hair with some embarrassment and smiled, "I am also a Crossed Iron Rose. A member of the Communist Party of China must not die in the carriage in the end..."

"Want to die on the battlefield? It's too early now, friend. We have to build a college together. You have to teach the first batch of students before you die." Viscount Charlotte curled his lips.

"No, friends, I'm just a burden here. If it weren't for protecting me who has no fighting ability, you should all be able to leave..." "Shut up, secretary, do you think we don't want to leave?" Viscount Charlotte interrupted. According to Marquis Gambett, the enemy in front of them is no longer something they can leave if they want. Even if this guy is not a Dragon King, he is at least a first- or second-generation species.

"Humans, you are very self-aware, and this alone deserves praise." The shadow in the darkness said proudly.

"Do you really think you've defeated us?" Meineke's tone was still as jumpy as usual, even though his current condition is not very good. The right half of his body is covered with blood, and his right arm has been invisible due to this. The shadow was removed.

"You only have the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, or do you think that with your left hand, an old man who is too old to walk, and a secretary who has no strength to restrain a chicken, you can defeat me?" The other party's voice was still arrogant, but it seemed that He was still provoked, and his words were filled with anger.

"boom!"

He was answered with a bullet.

"Old, weak, sick or disabled?" Viscount Charlotte's silver hair danced wildly in the wind and rain, like an angry lion, and his old face was covered with rainwater. He slowly filled his flintlock gun with bullets. , what he held in his mouth was a pure silver bullet, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, as if he were smiling, "Do you still remember how I shot your kindred people into hell one by one?"

He is a great German banker and the "silver wing" who slays the dragon.

Without giving the enemy a chance to respond, Menek rushed forward with his sword, dragging the long sword on the ground and splashing rain. It was an Atkan long sword inherited from their family, and it had the ability to kill the Dragon King.

The sword flashed, but instead of slashing at the black figure hiding in the darkness, it slashed at the three meters in front of him, where there was no one there.

The shadow in the darkness did not dodge in the face of the "Silver Wings" bullets, it was obviously a decoy.

The sharp sword flashed, bringing with it a startling scarlet color. He hit it. It was a transparent figure, but now the blood color exposed him. The figure's eyes were golden, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. He He stepped back very quickly, with light movements.

But Meineke is faster! The long knife in his hand seemed to have eyes, chasing the figure straightly, and the blade sliced ​​the opponent's shoulder, as if to take off his right hand in revenge.

Menieke strode forward, chasing after him. Every step brought strong winds and splashed countless water splashes, but the figure was as light as a fallen leaf, moving with the wind. No matter how fast Menieke was, It's still a little bit worse. The long knife hurt him, but it was never able to deliver a fatal blow.

The Deadpools seemed to be stimulated and rushed towards Menech desperately, trying to tear him into pieces to protect their master.

A sharp blade struck at Menieke, but Menieke was still moving forward, as if dancing on the tip of the knife. With one hand and a long knife, as long as he could still move, he would continue to move forward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

That's the bullet support of the "Silver Wing".

Word spirit moment.

Even though he had an outdated flintlock gun in his hand, he could still shoot continuously. He accelerated his speed dozens of times, and no one could see clearly his actions of pouring gunpowder and projectiles. Like a lion, he kills his opponent with every attack.

This also made Meineke feel a lot more relaxed, at least he didn't have to worry so much about the harassment of these deadpools. He kept chasing the enemy in front of him until the opponent launched a counterattack.

The opponent no longer stepped back, and grasped Menike's long knife like a pair of pliers with one hand. The incredible hardness could actually create sparks with the blade.

Menike saw it clearly. It was a sharp claw covered with blue-gray scales! Trying to break his long knife.

He couldn't pursue anymore, so he changed his hand and drew the knife. The strong friction caused a spark, but the opponent's claws were actually unscathed.

Menek stepped back, with the pursuing Deadpool behind him. He turned around and slashed horizontally. The arc brought by the long knife formed a barrier on his side. The Deadpool who rushed towards him was cut in half, even though Even if he retreats, he still has to reduce the number of enemies.

Meineke smiled, and the dead waiters around him had almost been cleared away by Viscount Charlotte and him.

But the other party still had no intention of retreating. The figure raised his head, and Meineke was stunned.

"woman?"

"Disappointed?" The other party covered his injured shoulder, his long black hair hanging down in the rain, and his fair face was stunningly beautiful, as sad and beautiful as a blood-stained white rose.

"No, there are only two kinds of people in my eyes, enemies and friends." Meineke said.

"Among humans, are you considered very strong?" The woman sighed softly, "I didn't expect that after a thousand years, humans would actually be able to challenge us head-on."

"No, I am not the strongest. My companion is now dealing with your king! I believe him." Menike said lightly, "Our guns can already kill you, and our ships can travel around the world." , we will also develop aircraft that can fly in the sky, and by then countless bombs will fall from the sky... This is no longer your era, accept the reality."