Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

In his eyes, the hot gold was still flowing, and he stared intently at the depths of the rainstorm, where two sharp water lines were circling far away from the Moniach.

It's the two dragon servants.

They are coming.

The Moniah also discovered the anomaly. Those two objects were huge monsters that could not be hidden in the sonar. The bright xenon lamps were turned on the top of the ship, shining into the depths of the rainstorm, chasing the majestic posture of a dragon appearing on the water surface.

The fierce white light illuminated the foaming water behind the ship as bright as snow. Even the heavy rain and boiling waves could not cover the two sharp water lines that moved in a huge arc around the Moniach.

It seemed that not deep underwater, there were two invisible knives cutting the water surface.

Lu Mingfei saw, behind all those things that could conceal the truth, those two huge golden eyes filled with hatred, mockery and sorrow.

Those two second-generation species were looking at him!

He is their target this time!

There was a teasing laugh coming from the vast darkness. There was no way to escape here. The two giant dragons were going to hunt down all of these usurpers.

Chapter 35 Confrontation

"Lu Mingfei!" Nuo Nuo's voice was anxious and frightened. In her hand was the Desert Eagle allocated to Lu Mingfei by the Equipment Department.

He was used to this large-caliber pistol, and had no intention of changing it even if it overlapped with Caesar's.

Nono's grades in physical fitness class and shooting class were very good, so he simply applied for the same hand-held weapons.

This dangerous weapon, which uses a rifle-like gas-operated automatic principle and free-fire shooting, can blow the head of an African elephant off with one shot, and can also play a limiting role in close-range confrontations with pure-blooded dragons whose scales are as hard as the outer armor of a medium tank.

But Lu Mingfei stood in the sudden rainstorm, his golden eyes were so bright, far brighter than the pair of eyes belonging to Chu Zihang that even Caesar envied in the academy.

"Get off the deck, sister, stay away from here." Lu Mingfei said softly. He and the monster buried deep under the water looked at each other, and they were on guard against each other.

The aura on Lu Mingfei's body was so familiar. He had taken away something that the dragons were guarding. It was the monarch who abandoned his clan and returned to the world to carry the banner. The emperor named Constantine was raped by a thief who descended from the world. Pick.

Last time, the Supreme was with me.

But this time, he was alone!

At this time, a pitch-black back floated to the surface of the water, as rugged as a reef, with sharp and majestic bone spurs piercing the sky.

There was a head that looked like a dragon emerging from the water, and two huge eyes like gas lamps radiated a terrifying golden light.

There was a crazy smile on that bony and ferocious face.

"Disengage immediately! Disengage immediately! These things are of no value to us, go to the dam!" Professor Mans issued orders in the cockpit, and his instructions radiated to the entire Moniach in a short time.

Everyone is moving, they are like mediocre worker bees, operating under the stimulation of the queen bee's pheromones.

At this time, it was raining heavily and the sound of water was rushing. It was a noisy yet silent world.

Lu Mingfei stretched out his hand to block Nuo Nuo, his golden eyes were so hot and bright, as if they would never go out.

The hot dragon blood boiled in his veins, and the ancient technology called the Road to the Gods was almost always in a state of being activated.

As an S-level Lu Mingfei has never tried to use the violent blood that his senior brother used as a dragon-slaying technique during this period of time. He is very worried about his own bloodline. Although it has been quite stable so far, once it gets out of control, it will degenerate into something very dangerous.

Not far behind the Moniach is a small island hidden in the water. Many years ago, this small island was a mountain. Standing here and looking out, it looks like Kuimen was carved by a divine axe. In spring, everything is green. The wind blows mightily, blowing up the robes of the defiers and the hair of the brothers who hold the power of bronze and fire.

There was once a magnificent era that unfolded here like an ancient and long scroll, but some disaster destroyed this era.

The era of the abandoned tribes is over.

Norton and Constantine left their cocoons, and slept in each other's arms in the Bronze City that they were proud of, and vowed never to betray each other.

It was truly a grand promise, of brothers who would never betray each other, dying in each other's arms on the monarch's throne, one pierced through the core of authority by the Philosopher's Stone, the other beheaded by the bronze purgatory he forged called the Seven Deadly Sins. Even in death they had never betrayed each other, but the Dragon Bone Cross was divided, the authority was stolen by a lowly tribe, and neither of their souls could rest in peace.

"Samson, I don't know who you are." Lu Mingfei's lips moved up and down, but no sound came out, but an ancient language was interpreted by the dragon.

he!

The lowly human who stole the king and his treasures actually knew the language of God!

The pure-blooded dragons were entangled and touching each other underwater, and huge amounts of pheromones were secreted. If there were more sophisticated instruments for detection, Professor Mans would find that with the Moniach as the core, there were almost no aquatic animals to be seen within a kilometer around it.

Those irrational beasts were driven away by the great creatures and all left here.

"Constantine is in my hands, and the Seven Deadly Sins are also in my hands. You...don't want to devour the Lord, right?" Lu Mingfei's vocal cords still didn't vibrate at all, but he relied on the slight touch of his upper and lower lips to produce the sound. The information is so transgressive!

How dare he! How dare he?!

The dragons roared, revealing ferocious faces, conveying their anger to each other. Their eyes were so hot and bright, almost like bright lights shot out from the bottom of the water.

At this moment, blood was about to burst out on Lu Mingfei's body. It was a road with no return.

But the two ancient dragons in front of them are both second-generation species with mythical names. When they try their best, they can even burst out power close to that of the first-generation species. They are far beyond the capability of the so-called S-level hybrid leader to contend with. Even Lu Mingfei today needs to use those forbidden powers.

In a place that Lu Mingfei didn't notice, Nuo Nuo's pupils hidden in the shadows shrank slightly and trembled.

After many years, she saw again the nightmare that almost killed her. It was deep under the water, and huge vertical pupils were lit up in front of her.

The Desert Eagle held in his hand was slowly raised. The sound of the bullet sliding into the chamber and the firing pin hitting the tail of the bullet was so clear in Lu Mingfei's ears. The thunder-like explosion tore through the silence in the noisy rain.

The bullets fired by this weapon, which seemed incredibly powerful to humans, splashed huge water on the water surface in the distance. Before the traces left by it as it passed through the rain had disappeared, the bullet had already hit the scales of one of the dragons. The harsh sound of metal cutting was transmitted along the water surface to the Moniach.

The sound of gunfire, which was very abrupt even in the heavy rain, and the sound of metal cutting, which almost echoed between the sky and the earth, were clearly heard by everyone.

For a moment, the ship cruising on the water suddenly became silent.

The huge dragon head emerged from the water at this moment, his upper and lower jaws collided, and his python-like tongue intertwined in the rain to form a terrifying and dizzying dance, and the ancient spell was like the sound of a bell on the water.

That's because this second-generation species is using some kind of spiritual words!

The rules governing words when recited by humans and when recited by dragons are completely different concepts.

It has another name -

Longwen!

At this time, huge waves appeared on the water surface, as if a shocking earthquake had occurred in the mud under the water, and the vibration waves were transmitted upwards to the water surface. Countless bubbles rose, white smoke rose from the water surface, and a steel-like light flowed under the water, as if a volcano was about to erupt under the water.

There is no doubt that both of the second-generation species belong to the lineage of the Bronze and Fire Kings, and the words they use will naturally only be related to these two items.

Lu Mingfei recognized this word spirit, Jun Yan!

Chu Zihang also possesses the same Word Spirit, which ranks 89th in the periodic table of Word Spirits. It is a truly high-risk Word Spirit, the King's Flame of the Bronze and Fire King lineage. It can summon and control the fire elements within the field, generate high heat within the field, and can briefly compress the generated heat within the field and then suddenly release it, creating an explosive effect.

Jun Yan is by no means the limit of the next generation. He is a cunning hunter who starts to make attempts when he is not sure whether he can defeat his prey.

As the Junyan domain was unfolded, the river water under the rainstorm began to boil, and hot white mist rose into the sky, making a thunderous sound.

The surface of the river cracked, and hundreds of tons of boiling sea water rushed towards the sky, and then turned into drops and fell down.

The water was sprinkled on the dark scales of the dragon that emerged from the water, and immediately evaporated into hot white mist, which made the thing look even more majestic.

"Senior Sister!" Lu Mingfei grabbed Nuo Nuo's wrist fiercely, and he slashed in the air with a knife. The angle of the knife was slanting from bottom to top, and the blade hit the air with a sharp scream, but at the last angle, it seemed to hit something and burst out with a hot and dazzling light.

Junyan's domain had been extended here by the attacking dragon, but the mythical weapon called Lust mercilessly tore apart the dignity of the subject.

The dragon's first reaction was to kill the female human who dared to challenge him, but Lu Mingfei's knife-wielding gesture caused him to let out a suppressed roar.

At this time, a black shadow jumped high in everyone's eyes, and a huge amount of rain fell on the shadow, splashing hot white mist.

It was a truly beautiful yet ferocious creature.

He broke out of the water, looked up to the sky and made a sound that sounded like laughter and a baby crying, and then fell heavily into the water. The dragon also poked its head out and looked at Lu Mingfei who was holding a knife.

His body that emerged from the water was nearly the height of a four-story building. His slender neck was covered with black scales and along his spine were jagged black bone spurs that pierced through the scales. His face was covered by an ancient iron mask, revealing only his eerie golden eyes.

The backpack was opened at Lu Mingfei's feet, and the seven deadly sins were spread out like a folding fan. Each weapon was trembling slightly in the scabbard, and they were eagerly and fervently longing for Lu Mingfei to wield them, as if being able to hold them was not the honor of that humble human being, but the destiny of these mythical weapons.

"You are not in good condition. Go down and rest first." Lu Mingfei's tone left no room for doubt. If Nuonuo stayed by his side at this time, it would only be a burden.

But Nuonuo's eyes blurred when she looked up at him. She didn't know whether it was the rain or something else, but the boy's face repeatedly overlapped with the devil in her dream who shouted at her not to die. Something sour flowed out of her eye sockets and nose.

"Junior brother..."

Nuonuo's voice was light and hard, with an inexplicable cry. Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. During the confrontation with Long, he glanced at Nuonuo who was soaked all over.

"Don't die." Nuonuo said softly.

She reached out and ruffled the boy's hair.

Lu Mingfei felt like he was struck by lightning.

He suddenly realized some possibilities that he had never imagined...

Ke Nuonuo turned around and left without hesitation. She was just a pathetic cannon fodder on the battlefield between humans and dragons. Lu Mingfei was the hero who could finally stand on the battlefield.

"Drop anchor! Start the engine! Turn on the afterburner!" the third mate yelled at this time and rushed to the control console while yelling.

This fifty-year-old man's hometown is the rough south coast of Scotland, where men like to wear red plaid skirts and dance together, but decades or even a hundred years ago, they also raised their shotguns and started wars to break away from the ancient Windsor dynasty. He has the blood of such men in his bones, brave and resolute, and fighting the dangers of the sea is his favorite sport. As the most experienced crew member here, the third mate has been floating on the ocean for more than ten years.

Most of the time, he knows better what he should do and what he must do.

While most people were still immersed in the shock of the beautiful yet ferocious creature leaping out from the water, the old man had already rolled up his sleeves to reveal a tattoo of an anchor, his muscles twisting as he responded to the emergency.

The two anchor chains connecting the Moniach to the bottom of the water were cut at the same time. The powerful engine started instantly without any preheating. The huge acceleration made Selma, who was unprepared and posed no threat to dragons like a little hamster, roll around in the bridge.

This inertia did not cause Lu Mingfei to waver in the slightest.

His whole body was tense, always on the verge of a bloody explosion. As long as the two dragons made an attacking gesture, he would immediately release the lion's heart. He had used this secret technique to kill one high-risk hybrid after another that had lost control, and some of them had completely degenerated into deadpools.

"We must seek support from the academy. This situation is beyond our capabilities. The weapons on this ship are far from enough to kill those dragons. What we need is an entire Stannis aircraft carrier fleet!" Selma climbed up from the ground covered in dust. She cursed and ran away, desperately looking for something to fix herself.

"Damn it! Do you want to start a world war?" Professor Mance scolded his student.

The ship beneath them was speeding through the heavy rain.

The Moniach is equipped with engines purchased by the academy at a high price. These engines were originally used in German-made submarines. When accelerating, the speed can reach 50 knots, which is similar to a speedboat.

But this big guy couldn't keep running away at this speed. If the two dragons stopped chasing it, they would most likely be caught up and killed.

"Lu Mingfei is relying on his own strength to confront two pure-blooded dragons, but this balance will not last long!" Mance cut a new cigar, put it in his mouth and lit it. The sturdy man moved his facial muscles fiercely, "Give me the sniper rifle, I'll go cover him!"

Selma opened the weapons cabinet hidden in the bulkhead and said, "Professor, you are our leader. You can't put yourself in danger! Let me go!"

"Okay!" Professor Mans patted Selma's shoulder vigorously, as if to make her shorter. "Then go! I'll give you extra credits when you come back!"

Selma stumbled and the little girl scratched her head in embarrassment. "Well, professor, I actually have an old mother at home who needs to be fed..."

At this time, the weapons cabinet was opened, and an L115A3 sniper rifle was placed upright in the center.

This British-made long-range sniper rifle can be called the king of sniper rifles, but the executive department was still not satisfied with its performance and optimized the ammunition.

Mance filled the magazine with bullets glowing cold blue one by one, with ancient patterns engraved on the warheads. The primer of each bullet was painted red, which was a sign of possessing high-risk weapons.