Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

The boy's body stiffened for a moment.

"That bullet is made of the Philosopher's Stone. We bought it from an ancient European alchemist just to wait for this day. As long as you shoot this bullet into Norton's heart, the pure spiritual element will turn into a storm and completely destroy everything he has." Frost said dimly.

Caesar suddenly laughed, "So, you took the Seven Deadly Sins from Lu Mingfei just to wait for this day?"

Frost also laughed. "That child showed amazing power in the Kuimen Project. The institution under the school board also tested his blood and found no signs of dragonization. We have reason to believe that Lu Mingfei is actually the descendant of the mysterious White King. Unlike the four monarchs, the White King represents the true spiritual element. The descendants of the White King will not be affected by the critical blood limit, which is why he can use forbidden techniques without scruples. Norton has just awakened at this time, and the power he possesses is far less than his peak. In this state, if he encounters Lu Mingfei who uses forbidden techniques, and if Lu Mingfei still holds a mythical weapon like the Seven Deadly Sins in his hand, he may really be in danger of falling."

"Isn't this great? A dragon awakening from thousands of years of slumber is killed by a brave dragon slayer. This is great story material." Caesar still smiled, as if he had accepted his family's so-called kindness.

But Frost shook his head. "That child has shown amazing potential and talent, and he has the secret of breaking through the critical blood limit in his body. The old elders and the current principal are standing behind him. He has already made a name for himself in the Kuimen Project, killing two second-generation species and defeating Odin, who is suspected to be a first-generation species. In this case, he may really become another leader after Ange."

"You mean the family has been waiting for hundreds of years and doesn't want to wait for a new hero to die of old age, right?" Caesar glanced at Frost.

"If you insist on saying so, yes, that's right. Today's era is the end of all history and destiny. What we have to face, what we have to fight for, and what we have to master are far more than in the past thousands of years combined. You are the Gattuso family's only and last chance." Frost's gaze was still in the dark clouds between the mountains.

"So you took away the seven deadly sins and handed the Philosopher's Stone to me so that I could snatch the king's body from Principal Ange and Lu Mingfei and participate in this feast of dividing the king." Caesar's voice became lower.

"It really is like a ghoul that will do anything to achieve its goal."

"We are all ghouls, eating the value of the things we kill as if we were eating their corpses. The one standing to the end is the winner, and only the winner has the right to write history. In the great future, epics will only record how brave and fearless we were." Frost counseled.

"Hehehe..." Caesar laughed softly.

The laughter was extremely sarcastic.

"Uncle, you have watched me grow up since I was a child, don't you know what kind of person I am?" Caesar suddenly raised his voice.

Frost was silent for a few seconds.

"For me to use this method to snatch trophies that do not belong to me from others will only make me disgust and hate myself, and will not make me feel the slightest honor or pride."

Caesar's facial features became more ferocious than ever before. He stared at Frost fiercely.

"I live for my pride and honor, and I die for my honor and pride!"

Frust looked quietly at Caesar's deep blue eyes, "Your eyes are very similar to your mother's, Caesar. You inherited the eye color of the Gullveig family."

Click!

Caesar threw the glass hard to the ground. With a loud bang, pink and white glass shards flew everywhere.

"How dare you! How dare you!" He had never been so angry and wanted to kill someone so much. "How dare you mention my mother!"

But Frost just looked at him quietly.

At this moment, Caesar was as angry as a lion whose territory was invaded by another lion group.

"Your mother was a noble woman who always knew the right thing to do at the right time," Frost said.

"Caesar, you need to figure it out for yourself. The bullet made of the Philosopher's Stone is in your hand, and the Seven Deadly Sins in Lu Mingfei's hand are incomplete. He and Ange cannot resist the real King of Bronze and Fire. They will die in Six Flags Amusement Park, and those executive commissioners of the North American branch will also die there. Your honor and your pride will kill hundreds of people, and more people will die because of your honor and pride in the future. Norton will re-establish the bronze throne in the East. He will set off a surging frenzy, and the war will extend from the east of Asia to the west of Europe. Women and children will cry and bid farewell to their husbands and fathers, and everything of mankind will be destroyed."

Caesar's originally ferocious facial features suddenly froze, and he stumbled backwards until he reached the edge of the Bugatti Veyron.

He imagined that scene.

How unbearable it is to watch.

Dragons reoccupied the sky, hundreds of dead pools ran across the land, people wailed everywhere, and ruins of cities could be seen everywhere. A new kingdom was built on these ruins, with human blood and bones as the foundation and bronze as the unshakable throne.

He let out a long, heavy sigh, and after a few minutes he lowered his proud head like a wilted cucumber.

He didn't say anything else, just opened the door of the Bugatti Veyron.

"Yes, this is our good boy! Go, Caesar! The family will always be behind you, and we will always love you!" Frost raised the remaining whiskey, as if celebrating Caesar's triumph in advance.

"You really disgust me, and so does your family." Caesar sat back in the driver's seat. He seemed to bite the tip of his tongue, staring into Frost's eyes with a look more ferocious than a wolf, and then spit out a word so forcefully from his mouth,

"Stupid!"

The engine of the Bugatti Veyron roared like a sharp sword, and suddenly left Frost's back, bringing up such a sharp wind.

The old man's movement of holding the wine bottle froze.

"Idiot..." Frost repeated, his eyes a little confused, "What do you mean?"

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Kings and kings, gods and gods, dragons and dragons.

Yes! This is right, this is perfect, this is how it should be!

The fight should be fought to the point of physical force, and the hatred should continue for a thousand years!

Fate?

Fuck your fate, I just want to kill this bastard in front of me!

Both of them thought so, violence filled their souls, cursing and fighting, hatred and anger, the god wielded a nearly ten-meter-long saber, a divine weapon that could cut the spine of a dragon. In the hands of a king, the rage was truly aroused to its final form, its blade had a graceful arc, and it turned into a long dragon flying in the air, with the most violent killing power.

The iron dragon, which was forged from the melted atrium serpent and given a strange life by the king of bronze and fire, was agile and ferocious. Its bright red body covered with spikes repeatedly hit the furious blade in Lu Mingfei's hand that was capable of splitting a mountain.

All the bones in Norton's body made deafening explosions, the skin on his back was torn, and a pair of membrane wings that were originally attached to his back suddenly opened, covered in blood.

At this time, the combination of angel and devil finally revealed its true colors.

The storm followed the god named Odin, and did not retreat at all because the god was actually played by a human.

Those storms were actually a water-based spiritual realm, similar to Norton's bronze and fire realms. The two realms annihilated each other, accompanied by terrifying explosions and impacts. This was the power given to Lu Mingfei by Odin's mask. He could summon torrential rain that could almost drown the city, and summon the ancient Nibelung in the rain.

Many people had died in the Nibelungen, and some, like Lu Mingfei at this moment, had raised their swords to God.

Lu Mingfei finally rode Sleipnis to the front of Norton. The commandment spirit that Lu Mingze opened for him was still in effect. The realm of red and white collapsed in an instant, and the Taotao Lord's flames, which were going forward to devour everything, dispersed. went.

But in the war between kings, words never work, and it is always the blood on the sword that ultimately decides the fate of power!

Lu Mingfei's body had been controlled by Lu Mingze many times, and he understood the rules of dragons better than most dragons.

The iron-colored long-handled giant knife fell fiercely on Norton's head. The shroud wrapped around Lu Mingfei was torn in the fight, following behind him like a yellowed ancient ribbon.

Those ribbons have experienced the glory of kings and the end of gods. Time has left damaged silk on them, like rotten death floating down the river called Huangquan.

Norton's eyes were such a brilliant golden color, the iron-blue membrane wings behind him opened with a bang, his left hand grew iron scales that could even resist furious blows, blocking the long sword from above, and his right hand stretched out brazenly!

The world seemed silent.

Lu Mingfei was horrified to find that he could no longer move forward.

It wasn't that he couldn't move forward, but that the mythical eight-legged horse Sleipnis beneath him could no longer move forward.

This huge roaring monster that charged at the king is still alive. Its eight legs are fixed on the top of the metal pillars. It has become so quiet, facing the steel throne.

Norton pulled his right hand out of the mouth of this subspecies with strong dragon blood, followed by a bloody and disgusting sound of flesh being torn.

Norton's eyes were emotionless, he just stared at the monster in front of him that was almost as tall as himself.

Sleipnis' mouth was open, and its eyes were red-gold and full of blood.

Then the horse fell silently.

Lu Mingfei felt that he was completely suppressed both physically and in terms of power.

The fake king is indeed no match for the real king.

Norton turned a blind eye as Sleipnis fell to the ground in front of him, where there was boiling molten iron. Its body fell into the molten iron, splashing huge waves, and then disappeared.

And in Norton's claws, there was a large cluster of internal organs. At the end of these internal organs, a huge purple-blue, scaly heart was beating vigorously, as if it was still pumping a huge amount of blood for something.

"You're watching, right?" Unexpectedly, Norton did not dig out Lu Mingfei's heart at this moment when he was most vulnerable.

He said, "My brother, after thousands of years, you are still so hateful, cowardly and greedy, hiding in the mud and spying on the ultimate throne of the world."

Norton's right hand crushed the vibrant heart and gently covered Lu Mingfei's iron face.

The claws grow slowly.

It seemed as if it was going to crush his head.

The head of God.

"Hey……"

A childish but deep sigh echoed in Lu Mingfei's ears. It was Lu Mingze's sigh.

"Brother, Jörmungandr has helped you make your choice. Rage is the weapon Norton forged to kill himself."

A hand covered Lu Mingfei's hand that was originally holding the handle of the furious knife.

The hand exerted force ferociously, as if it wanted to crush Lu Mingfei's wrist bones.

"There are seven deadly sins, and each original sin corresponds to a monarch. Lust corresponds to Jörmungandr, and gluttony corresponds to Fenrir. These weapons were forged by Norton to help a king devour other kings." Lu Mingze was right behind Lu Mingfei, and everything in the world paused.

"But you know, brother, among the eight dragon kings and seven weapons, only one monarch was not killed in the fate planned by Norton. That king is Constantine."

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened.

"The strongest rage is the beheading sword Norton forged for himself. It is his own grave. He paved all the way for his brother."

Lu Mingze inserted his hand into Lu Mingfei's, and they almost merged into one. "Now, this weapon is in your hands!"

The so-called seven deadly sins are weapons used to assassinate kings and kill their drivers. Each sword can kill a monarch.

If it were scattered across the world in the age of dragons, it would have caused bloody wars. In this age, if it fell into the hands of humans, it would become an instrument that played mourning songs for kings.

An incomparable great power was spreading through Lu Mingze's hand holding Lu Mingfei and spread to his whole body.

This power even made the Odin form that now covered Lu Mingfei's entire body shake.

In Norton's eyes, he was a handsome boy at one moment and an ancient god that was a fusion of an angel and a devil at another. It was as if someone had cut the two videos together, and the shadows of the boy and the god kept merging and overlapping. It was really weird.

The claw covered with iron scales could no longer move.

A terrifying force was spreading out from the furious blade.

This force was resisting Norton, something that was destined to kill him.

Chapter 76: The Eternal Sorrow (5)

Thick and hot dragon blood was coursing through Lu Mingfei's veins. He had already activated the fourth blood burst while in the dragon bone state, and with his human body he stood at a peak that even pure-blooded dragons would find difficult to reach.

After putting on Odin's mask, the king's mighty power was transmitted from the alchemical matrix, forcibly raising the purity of his bloodline.

Lu Mingfei was once able to stand among the ranks of the Dragon Kings.

But he is not a real king after all, and Odin's mask also has its limits. Perhaps this mask is not complete, or perhaps the power left by Odin in this mask is only a small part.

Although Lu Mingfei felt that he had been strengthened and could even suppress the weakest dragon king like Jörmungandr in a head-on fight, he had not yet truly set foot in the realm of God.