Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 183 Artificial Dragon King

"How do I take it out?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"It is said in the classics that as long as high-grade dragon blood is applied to the copper ball, the copper ball will automatically open."

Thakal said.

"Dragon? Where are the dragons now?"

Sakai Akina asked.

"The blood of this high-blooded mixed race should be fine too. I'll come first, if it doesn't work, can I ask you to bleed?"

Takal asked.

"can."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

However, if Takal couldn't do it, he would let Yuanzhinv go. He was self-aware, and his blood probably wouldn't be able to activate the copper ball.

Thakal walked in front of the copper ball with excitement. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind during the short distance, but they were all suppressed in the end.

The Heavenly Dragon Orb may not necessarily make him a Dragon King, but that mysterious person is a genuine second-generation or more.

Thakal is very ambitious, but also very cautious,
To live is the first, to live better is the second.

He wasn't too worried that Mr. McDonald would kill a donkey. He grew up relying on serving others and watching people's words. Takal could see that this dragon clan should have no subordinates at present.

The black king also needs someone to carry the chariot for it. As long as it is strong enough and able to lick, the mixed race can also do well under the hands of the dragon clan.

This is the secret history recorded in the ancient books of the Spiritual Society, of course, it is the version translated by Takal himself.

The original version said that the wise and pious believers made offerings to the gods, got the favor of the gods, and thus went to the land of purity and wisdom.

Thakal was about to cut his finger with a knife when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it, and a snowflake melted on his fingertips and dripped down.

How can there be snow in the Nibelungen?
This is a place where there is no change in the weather, unless the word spirit is disturbing the balance of the elements.

Thinking of this, Takal immediately retreated violently, and retreated to the side of Lu Mingfei.

Then he checked his body to see if there was any place affected by the words.

Nothing, that snowflake was just a snowflake, or rather, just a warning.

"Yang Jin."

Seeing the girl in costume walking out of the stone wall, Lu Mingfei wasn't surprised at all.

The series of things that happened in this mission were all caused by the Tianlong Orb, and this mysterious goddess of the sound was naturally also inseparable.

It's just that Yang Jin's current state doesn't seem to be very good.

The beaded topknot on her head has been undone, her long hair is scattered behind her head, and the jewels that were originally adorned are gone.

Her smooth and soft skirt was also torn everywhere, revealing the tender skin and bleeding wounds inside.

Lu Mingfei looked at her feet. The originally small and slender feet were covered with scales, and the toes turned into sharp claws.

And some scales were forcibly torn open, exposing the fuzzy flesh and blood inside.

"Don't touch."

Yang Jin opened her mouth, this time she didn't speak Tibetan again, and Long Wen was transmitted directly into their brains through singing.

"why?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"That's... brother."

Yang Jin thought for a while and said.

It can be seen that her grasp of Longwen's sound transmission is very jerky, and the meanings transmitted are intermittent.

"Your brother is Tanvatari?"

Lu Mingfei took it for granted.

"no."

Yang Jin nodded and shook his head, biting his fingers in trouble.

"Her brother is me."

A voice said quietly.

Lu Mingfei's eyes sharpened, and he grabbed behind with his backhand, but only caught a piece of the broken rope.

He turned around quickly, and when he turned around, he was already in a fighting posture.

But Xu Yunliu didn't mean to attack, he just stood quietly in the distance.

Those bright and energetic eyes had disappeared, replaced by a pair of red-gold vertical pupils.

"who are you?"

Lu Mingfei asked in a deep voice.

"I'm Xu Yunliu, and I'm also Longzhong."

Xu Yunliu said with a sigh.

When he awakened his memory, he finally understood why he was so keen on cycling and why he wanted to travel around the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau so much.

Because his subconscious is driving him back to the place where he was born.

"Can you wait a moment?"

Xu Yunliu said.

Lu Mingfei didn't answer, which he regarded as tacit consent.

Xu Yunliu walked to Yang Jin's side, and the latter threw himself into his arms, rubbing his face against his clothes, like a kitten waiting for its master to come home.

"Yang Jin, Yang Jin."

Xu Yunliu stroked her head with his hands, and the memory became clearer with this familiar movement.

He remembered everything.

"Would you like to play by yourself for a while?"

Xu Yunliu looked at the wound on Yang Jin's body distressedly, pinched her face and said.

"Ok!"

Yang Jin nodded vigorously, then went to the corner and squatted down, singing the idyll to himself.

"Listen to me tell a story."

He ignored the reactions of Lu Mingfei and others, and started talking on his own.

Back then, the mad scientist Tanvantari collected countless corpses of the same race, from the third-generation species to the second-generation species, as well as the corpses of powerful mixed-race species.

It even secretly obtained the corpses of several descendants of the White King.

At the beginning, Tanvantari just wanted to practice a super sage's stone, and then purify his blood.

But it found that it was not working. The spirit of the dragon clan was too strong, even after death, they were incompatible with each other, and there was no way to unify them into one alchemical creation.

So Tanvantari came up with a whim while studying how to solve this problem. If these residual spirits were gathered into several larger ones, and then let them swallow each other, wouldn't they be able to obtain a unified and complete spiritual body?
It also refers to the setting that the four kings are all twins, creating eight pairs of spirit bodies, and giving them flesh with the remains of dragons and hybrids.

And these eight artificial beings are the dragons in myths and legends.

"Then are you a dragon or a hybrid?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I don't know, both, or neither. No one told me what we are. Neither did Tanvadari. In its eyes, we are just alchemy materials."

Xu Yunliu said lightly.

"What about Tanvantari?"

"It's there."

He pointed to the huge bronze ball.

"It's still alive?"

Lu Mingfei raised his vigilance.

"Alive, but also dead. It melted part of itself and the naga into the Dragon Orb."

"When all the dragons decide the winner, the raised Gu King will involuntarily come back here, and then fuse with the Tianlong Orb, and have a final duel with Tanvantari. The winner can get the supreme power and The spirit becomes an existence comparable to the Dragon King."

Xu Yunliu said with some disgust and some admiration.

Everyone looked at the copper ball, as if they saw Tanvantari laughing wildly.

As long as the strongest alchemy potion can be produced, even using it itself as a material is no problem.

"There are also lunatics in the Dragon Clan."

Yuan Zhinv said with emotion.

"The Dragon Clan was originally a heap of lunatics born of a lunatic."

Xu Yunliu sneered.

He who inherited the flesh and spirit of the Dragon Clan naturally also inherited part of the Dragon Clan's memory.

"What about the other dragons?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Now there are only me and Yang Jin left. Just like the twins of the four monarchs are in charge of power and power, Yang Jin is the one who controls power."

Xu Yunliu replied.

His words made everyone look sideways. This innocent-looking little girl actually killed six dragons of the next generation.

"Did she kill those investigators?"

Following Lu Mingfei's question, the atmosphere was instantly tense.

(End of this chapter)