Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 354 The Truth, Rescue the Emperor!!!
Inside the Bronze City, a slender figure walked unsteadily, like a baby just learning to walk, softly calling out to its brother, hoping for a response.

Yet the magnificent palace remained deathly silent, with only his unsteady footsteps echoing lonely among the bronze pillars, each step stirring an empty resonance.

The Bronze City, or rather the real White Emperor City, began to function again due to the awakening of its master. The entire bronze wall split open, and millions of cubic meters of air shrieked and escaped from the gaps. Huge bronze components rotated and connected like a Rubik's Cube, and the entire palace was deforming and reassembling.

Countless bronze gears meshed and turned, emitting a deep and majestic roar like ancient machinery. In just a few breaths, the cocoon that was originally buried deep in the core of the bronze city was moved to the top of the bronze city.

At this moment, as long as you pass through the deep passageway outside, you can directly face the boiling river above.

Constantine stepped forward, and the palace doors opened automatically, revealing a passageway leading to the outside world.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, a tremendous sorrow struck him, as if a thousand blades were piercing his heart at the same time, or as if the weight of the entire world was suddenly pressing down on his shoulders.

His thin legs suddenly lost their strength, and Constantine staggered and almost fell to his knees. He held onto the bronze gate with both hands, and his pale golden eyes were suddenly filled with deep sorrow.

He seemed to realize something, and tears welled up uncontrollably, streaming down his pale yet contorted face.

"elder brother!"

Sensing that his brother might have met with misfortune, the weakness in his eyes vanished, and he transformed his sorrow into strength, standing up straight once more. His previously unsteady steps instantly became as powerful and vigorous as a lion or tiger, and each step his scale-covered feet took was accompanied by a resounding clang of metal striking metal.

As if sensing his rage, the Bronze City crumbled and reformed at an even faster pace, causing the rocks and soil above to break apart and the river water to become increasingly turbulent and murky.

On the Yangtze River, the research vessel sped across the water at full speed. The Zhou family representative pulled out his incessantly ringing satellite phone, discovered it was Zhou Minhao calling, and immediately answered.

"Minhao, where are you? Why are you taking so long to get something?!"

"Bronze City has been found! The situation is urgent, team, return immediately!"

"Norton?" The Zhou family representative paused, glanced back at the surging white waves chasing after them, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Norton is still chasing me! Damn it!"

By this time they had run nearly a kilometer, but the distance between them and Norton remained unchanged. The beast seemed to be deliberately teasing them, playing a cat-and-mouse game, driving them to flee in a sorry state.

Caesar frowned, feeling that the Barrett sniper rifle in his hand was no different from a fire poker. No matter how powerful the bullet was, it quickly lost its kinetic energy when it hit the water, and could not hurt the Dragon King hiding in the water at all.

"We're running so fast, can Lu Mingfei and the others catch up?" Ye Sheng had regained some strength by now. He left Jiu Deyaji's embrace and looked at the Yangtze River surging higher and higher behind him, his face showing worry.

His worries at this moment were not entirely feigned. After all, he knew the entire process of the White King's revival and cremation. This mischievous dragon, Jiang Xia, who played with the dragon like a cat playing with a mouse, had no dignity as a dragon king and was very likely just a lousy gatekeeper.

Although it would be embarrassing for them to lose to a lowly gatekeeper, if Lu Mingfei happened to run into the main character when he arrived and was fighting with Norton and couldn't get there in time to rescue him, wouldn't their group really be doomed without heavy firepower?
Upon hearing this, the Zhou family representative's anger subsided slightly, and he said calmly, "Zhou Minhao has already brought the Zhou family's treasured Dragon-Slaying Platform here. It is a dragon-slaying weapon that is no less powerful than the Seven Deadly Sins."

Dragon-Slaying Platform?
The name sounded impressive. Ye Sheng had never heard of the legend surrounding this creature, but he knew that anyone who dared to use such a name must be extraordinary, so he felt a little relieved: "When will Brother Zhou arrive?"

The Zhou family representative wiped the water from his face: "Soon."

"How fast is 'soon'?" Ye Sheng noticed that his expression was off.

The Zhou family representative turned around, preparing to throw another fireball to heat up the Yangtze River: "It'll be quick. His car broke down on the road, so he 'borrowed' a motorcycle to get here."

Ye Sheng: “…”

This plot seems a bit familiar. It's like during Operation Wushan, Lu Mingfei was riding a motorcycle and singing a song, making a strong comeback in a critical moment, and almost getting shot afterward.

However, before he could even complain, he heard a deafening, inhuman roar coming from the road behind him. It was filled with a heart-wrenching sorrow and anger, and for a moment it seemed as if the entire flow of the Yangtze River had stopped.

Everyone turned around in horror and saw a water column tens of feet high suddenly explode on the surface of the river below Baidi Mountain, with blazing white steam spreading in all directions like a nuclear explosion shockwave.

In an instant, the entire mountain was engulfed by billowing steam, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Oh no, that's the real Dragon King!
The one chasing after you is fake!
Everyone realized this, but it was too late.

The weasel Caesar released was scattered by the gale, and the shriek that came back before the wind demon dissipated almost made his brain crash. He staggered backward, blood seeping from his ear canals, but he still stared intently at the steam-shrouded world behind him.

The river water in the distance was boiling and bubbling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless fish and shrimp that could not escape in time floated to the surface and were instantly cooked into food.

"Roar--!!!"

With that earth-shattering roar, a figure engulfed in golden flames burst forth from the water.

Constantine's scaled and armored body stretched out, and with each flap of his membranous wings, which spanned more than ten meters, he brought up a scorching wind and heat wave. The dragon horns on his head were as prominent as a crown, and his body flowed with a molten lava-like luster.

Those bloodshot golden eyes swept across the river and instantly locked onto the small island a kilometer away.

Despite the shadows obscuring the view, it was still not as clear as the light of day, and Constantine saw with perfect clarity the scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

In the distance, a bastard human pierced his brother's chest with a sword, drawing his blood by some unknown means. His brother, already on the verge of death with unfocused eyes, had his entire body weight resting on the bone sword that had pierced through his body, which was why he didn't fall to the ground.

"elder brother--!!!"

Overwhelmed by extreme rage, he roared at the heavens and earth:

"You regicide, you...you deserve to die!"

Constantine's voice was no longer human language, but a tangible shockwave carrying the power of dragon runes. The splashing river water along the way vaporized under this roar, forming a white mist trail.

With a piercing shriek as dragon wings tore through the sky, Constantine transformed into a golden meteor, his fiery dragon form instantly covering hundreds of meters.

Wherever he passed, the air twisted and burned, the river surface parted automatically, and a raging gale swept through, stirring up incredibly hot and terrifying waves. The terrifying heat boiled all the river water along the way.

His face was ferocious, his claws like knives, and he charged forward, fueled by intense flames, determined to tear the human who dared to harm his brother to shreds! However, facing the enraged dragon brother, Lu Mingfei did not turn his head, maintaining his stance of piercing Old Tang with his sword. Only when Constantine charged in with the momentum of burning the sky and boiling the sea, and the high temperature ignited the trees on the shore, did he casually raise his left hand and slap him with a backhand.

"Snapped"

A slap that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

This was no simple physical attack. The moment Lu Mingfei swung his hand, the Word of Judgment had already transformed into a destructive torrent, causing visible folds in the entire space. The shockwave formed by the air being compressed to its limit by the power of Judgment was released without reservation within this small area!
The poor dragon brother's face was twisted and deformed, the scales on his face were shattered, and his ferocious body flew out like a flat pebble, skipping and tumbling along the way he came, looking utterly pathetic!
"Boom boom boom——!!!"

The Dragon King's body splashed a series of water droplets more than three meters in diameter on the river surface. Each impact was like a thunderclap. Finally, when it crashed into the foot of Baidi Mountain, the entire mountain seemed to tremble!
Collapsed rocks and trees fell into the river like raindrops, splashing up large sprays of water, as if offering a salute to the king's burial.

On the shore, Lu Mingfei slowly withdrew his hand without turning his head. He continued to maintain the Saha World, frantically boosting Old Tang's military strength and equipment, while also refilling the blood that had been released!
At this moment, the bronze dragon standing in the center of the map was already battered and bruised, no longer possessing the domineering aura it had when it first appeared. The allied forces of the three races of humans, gods, and insects around it still did not stop their offensive. Only the torrent of steel and the roar of the gods' cannon fire, as well as the overwhelming charge of insect dragons, filled the world.

"How can we lose this wave with the dragons charging right at us?!" Old Tang stood at the rear of the three-race allied forces, looking at the Bronze and Fire Kings who were suffering from endless battles in the distance, as well as the constantly spawning weapons, units, and buildings. His smile gradually became twisted.

Damn, this is what it feels like to be cheating? How can it be so awesome?
Although he knew that cheating was shameful, Lao Tang still couldn't help but say, "I don't have a mother!"
The happy Ronald Don and the tormented Norton fought so fiercely that the world seemed to darken and the landscape was about to change, unaware that a poor child outside was anxiously worried about their plight, his eyes wide with anger, abandoning all his former cowardice.

"boom--!"

The collapsed rock face on the shore suddenly exploded, sending shards of rock flying like bullets. Constantine slowly rose from the dust, dragon blood dripping from his hideous mask, scorching black holes in the scorching rocks.

His golden eyes, burning with rage, were fixed on the figure a thousand meters away. That damned human was still in the position of holding the sword with one hand and piercing his brother, as if he had just casually chased away an annoying flying insect.

He gritted his teeth, his wings flapping behind him, and his slightly disheveled body took to the air again. But instead of rushing forward to snatch his brother back, he gathered the fire elements between heaven and earth, creating a ball of flames above his head that resembled the blazing sun.

Just as the massive Junyan, comparable in size to a heavy truck, was about to explode and indiscriminately strike, Lu Mingfei seemed to sense something. He turned his head slightly, looked at the figure engulfed in flames, and casually snapped his fingers with his free hand:

"No glues (enemies cannot cast spells)!"

These words were like the voice of the Great Dao. The moment they were spoken, the unexploded flames vanished instantly, as if extinguished by an invisible hand, leaving only the chaotic flow of scattered fire elements in the world.

Constantine stared in disbelief at the empty space above him, his eyes wide with disbelief. He regained control of the chaotic fire elementals, pointing to the mostly burned-out forest on the shore and commanding:

"Black Flame Prison!"

Dark flames erupted from the void, world-destroying flames capable of scorching even the soul.

Flames transformed into countless ferocious chains, erupting simultaneously from the water, the ground, and even the air, threatening to engulf Lu Mingfei completely. But just as the chains were about to close in, forming a black prison—

"Cancel!"

With another crisp snap of his fingers, accompanied by Lu Mingfei's soft shout, all the black flames were instantly annihilated.

They were not extinguished, but rather "rejected" directly by some higher being, as if they had never existed.

Upon seeing this, Constantine unconsciously retracted his dragon wings, realizing that the person before him was no human, but most likely an existence of the same or even higher rank as himself and his brother. However, he could not recognize who the other person was at all.

However, he didn't care. He only wanted to save his brother. Since elemental attacks were ineffective and elemental power was useless, he would return to the most primal form of combat!

My brother once said that in the end, the battle between kings can only be decided by drawing blood with every blow!

Reaching down, he caught a bronze sword box that burst from the water. The box popped open, and he pulled out a nearly two-meter-long horse-slaying saber, the Wrathful Blade!
As the dragon's blood dripped down, with a casual wave of his hand, the sword extended to eight meters, just like the Murasame sword after the alchemical matrix was released, except that the power it carried far surpassed that of the Dark Demon Blade.

The blade, wreathed in fury, gleamed with a dark red light. Each swing was accompanied by a mournful dragon roar. Constantine held the longsword horizontally in front of him, his dragon wings fully unfurled, and then with a flap of his wings, his figure vanished.

It's not teleportation, but rather a speed so fast that it's difficult for the naked eye to perceive.

Enraged, the blade slashed towards Lu Mingfei's neck with the force of splitting mountains and shattering peaks. Wherever the blade passed, even space itself seemed to distort slightly.

This is a dragon-slaying divine weapon that can even cleave the body of a second-generation dragon in two with a single strike. It is the pinnacle of the alchemy skills of the King of Bronze and Fire, capable of unleashing all seven deadly sins and even killing the Dragon King!
No matter how arrogant Lu Mingfei is this time, he can't possibly imitate Lu Xiaofeng's Lingxi Finger.

"呲-"

With a muffled thud, the Kusanagi sword was pulled from Old Tang's chest. Lu Mingfei grabbed his shoulder with one hand and casually flicked the other, the white jade bone sword drawing a stunning white streak in the night.

"Qiang!"

The moment the two swords clashed, a terrifying shockwave exploded, cracking the ground, sending rocks flying, and pulverizing all vegetation, moisture, and dust within a radius of tens of meters!

Under Constantine's incredulous gaze, the Kusanagi Sword easily blocked the dragon's continuous fury. He could even feel that this white jade bone sword of unknown origin was even sharper than the alchemical artifact that his brother had painstakingly forged!
A terrifying force emanated from the Kusanagi Sword, and Constantine was propelled forward with accelerated momentum. This sword strike should have split mountains and seas, but Lu Mingfei remained completely still, not even his wrist trembling slightly. On the contrary, he himself was thrown away by this irresistible force.

The newly revived Dragon Brother was sent flying backward like a rag doll, his wings flapping wildly. He barely managed to regain his footing, staring intently at the composed, unknown creature:
"Who are you anyway?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei thought it was time for some verbal sparring. He casually twirled his sword, the Kusanagi Sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and was about to introduce himself when he saw the large, fluttering moth in the sky reveal a fierce expression:

"Never mind, it's not important!"

"My brother is already injured, and I can't be bothered to care about your background!"

Constantine suddenly drew a Tang sword from the sword box on his back. The blade was as red as blood, with dragon patterns wrapped around it. Its name was Jealousy!

But instead of launching another attack, he looked down at his slender, frail body, a flash of violent anxiety crossing his golden eyes: "This body... is too weak..."

He glanced again at the dying Old Tang, gritted his teeth, and gave a command, raising his head to unleash a majestic dragon roar:

"Jair! Samson!! Help me—!!!"

(End of this chapter)