A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 147 The Show Begins

Chen Motong and Fingel were both thrilled. The fact that Mr. Fool had sent a Dragon King directly showed his care and concern for them.

Praise be to Mr. Fool!
Moreover, according to Mr. Error's plan to stir up trouble, if a living Dragon King were to join them, the news they could create would be even bigger and more explosive!
Thinking of this, Chen Motong took the initiative to greet them: "Hello, seniors. My name is Nuonuo, and my church code name is Dreamer."

Fingel and Susie introduced themselves in the same order of joining, and explained their apologies and reasons for not being able to greet each other in person.

Old Tang didn't care about such a small matter at all. He cheerfully greeted the three people on the video call through his phone screen, indicating that he would look after them and that they could just call him if they needed anything.

This completely baffled Chu Zihang and the others. No, brother, you're the Dragon King! You're Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire!
He acts like a mafia boss, always talking about protecting someone or calling in reinforcements, which shattered their illusions about the Dragon King.

Chen Motong and the other two, separated by a screen, might not have felt the impact as deeply, while Chu Zihang was face-to-face with Lao Tang.

Feeling directly the carefree and honest aura of Old Tang, Chu Zihang was perhaps infected by this temperament and couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty Norton."

"Hey, no need for formalities." Before Chu Zihang could say anything more, Old Tang raised his hand to interrupt him: "Call me Old Tang, it sounds nice."

Old Tang had no desire to become Norton, and had long ago decided to discard that part of his memory, preferring to live on as Old Tang's personal memory.

"Yes." Chu Zihang wouldn't argue with the Dragon King. Even if he wasn't the Dragon King, he was still a senior and an honorary fellow believer. Since Old Tang insisted, he wouldn't object; it was just a title.

Such a senior dragon king, yet so kind to people, truly made Chu Zihang realize that not every dragon is so tyrannical and bloodthirsty.

Old Tang's words and actions are clearly inconsistent with the brutality of dragons in Kassel's education system.

Now more relaxed, Chu Zihang no longer hid his gossipy curiosity: "In the previous mission, we were entrusted to help you retrieve Constantine's bone flask. I wonder what Constantine is like now?"

"So it was you guys who helped?" Old Tang was even more enthusiastic this time, stepping forward and putting his arm around Chu Zihang's shoulder, giving Chu Zihang the illusion that Fingel was putting his arm around Lu Mingfei: "Thank you, thank you."

"If it weren't for your help, my brother would definitely have been kidnapped by those bastards in Kassel. Here, let me treat you to dinner today as a token of my gratitude!"

The group of people who heard this did not take it personally, thinking that Old Tang was calling them animals, even though they were still students in Kassel.

"As for Constantine, don't worry, he's fine now, he's just not fully awake yet. I'll bring him over to play with everyone next time he wakes up."

Chu Zihang struggled to suppress the discomfort of being embraced and managed to utter a weak "Yes."

Then, Bao Lie suggested that they find a place to sit down, have coffee, and chat, which was agreed upon by everyone.

There's not much else on Delansie Street, but there are plenty of cafes with all sorts of different styles, so it's easy to find a quiet, empty seat and quickly start discussing things.

Old Tang offered to pay the bill, getting three espressos. While Chen Motong talked about the plan in the video, Chu Zihang occasionally filled in any gaps.

Bao Lie had heard the whole plan at the party before, and gave Lao Tang a brief summary: "In general, they originally planned to make a big fuss."

"Attracting mixed-race forces from all over the world, causing a huge uproar, keeping Cassel busy, and finally framing him to cause some trouble."

"If you come in person this time, Old Tang, you'll cause an even bigger stir."

Old Tang complained that the espresso was too bitter, and kept adding rock sugar: "I understand, I understand, leave it to me, do you think I'll just throw something together? Or..."

It's rare for Bao Lie to be released from prison and come all this way in person, so how can we let Old Tang have his fun? What would be the point of his trip then?

"No, no, no, I'll be your opponent, let's put on an act."

"OK!"

……

11 a.m., North Central Philadelphia.

Bob, a reporter for the Cardy newspaper, Edmund, a news reporter for Philadelphia television, and photographer Schmidt, along with other members of the newspaper and television stations, gathered at the abandoned overpass. In the mid-to-late 20th century, with the improvement of the interstate highway system, the rise of trucking, and the development of air passenger transport...

Philadelphia’s rail transport, especially freight and short-distance passenger transport, experienced a severe decline.

The main owner of the line went bankrupt and sold it to Amtrak. With the disappearance of demand, the gradually abandoned railway became a major problem for Philadelphia.

The massive concrete elevated structure requires continuous financial investment to maintain in order to prevent safety hazards. No one can afford such a bottomless pit of investment with no return.

Ultimately, to solve this problem, Philadelphia invited experts from various fields to come up with two main solutions: either demolish it at a cost or transform it into a rooftop park and open it to the public.

Philadelphia chose the latter option because the renovation cost was a full $20 million cheaper than the demolition cost.

To get this big news, many newspaper reporters and television cameramen gathered here, working hard for tomorrow's front-page headline.

Two state radio stations even sent helicopters to take aerial photos.

Old Tang stood in the middle of the abandoned overpass, gazing at the crowd in the distance: "It's really lively. How did they manage to attract so many media outlets?"

Bao Lie nonchalantly helped to explain: "The Dreamer Lady is an extraordinary person on the audience path. Extraordinary people on this path are very good at psychological suggestion."

"These media outlets, or the bosses of media professionals, may have been affected by psychological suggestion."

"Oh, what a useful ability." Old Tang nodded knowingly. Having retrieved a bit of memory from Norton, Old Tang also knew that certain words of power involving mental elements could achieve things like hypnosis.

Therefore, I wasn't too surprised.

Meanwhile, on Chen Motong's end, who was still on the phone, Fingel couldn't help but exchange glances with Chen Motong and quickly put on an innocent smile.

Chen Motong turned her head away in annoyance, thinking to herself that he was indeed a senior member of the church and was very knowledgeable.

Susie looked around and could only take the initiative to step forward to the microphone: "Seniors, it's time to begin."

In order to keep abreast of the situation, Lao Tang deliberately put his phone in the pocket of his floral shirt, exposing the camera. When he heard the request coming from the microphone, he immediately agreed.

"Alright, let the show begin."

Word of Power: Sword Control!
Sword Control, number 82 in the Word of Power Sequence List, is the same Word of Power that Susie also possesses. In the hands of a hybrid, it can only control throwing knives and light metals on a small scale.

In the hands of the King of Bronze and Fire, the Word of Power, Sword Control, underwent a complete transformation, making it unrecognizable as Sword Control.

Inside the abandoned elevated road, many metal steel bars that had been quietly dormant began to struggle and rise under Lao Tang's manipulation.

The abandoned elevated road suddenly emitted a series of huge vibrations from the inside out.

The commotion was so conspicuous that even media reporters in the distance and helicopters filming from above immediately noticed the highly unusual situation: "Oh shit! This overpass, this overpass, it's going to collapse!"

"Quick, quick, take pictures! Take them all! Big news, this is the big news the boss wants!"

"Philadelphia's poor maintenance led to the collapse of an abandoned overpass, and now I'm famous! This news is going to make me famous!"

Many media professionals were caught up in a frenzy. They didn't know why, as soon as they arrived at the company/TV station, their leaders ordered them to come to the abandoned overpass.

Now they finally understood: their superiors must have had intelligence channels and knew all along that a big news was about to break out here!
The flashes continued, and at the photographer's risky suggestion, the helicopter descended to a lower altitude so the photographer could take more detailed pictures. Then they captured a scene that shattered all worldviews.

Countless steel bars were pulled out of the concrete and suspended in the air!
Like tens of thousands of long-dormant, deceased soldiers, they were once again collectively awakened by the king to guard the royal court and fight for his monarch!

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