MTL - C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons-v5 Chapter 39 descendant
The white dragon pulled out the dragon's claws and threw Schneider away.
He imposed the order of death, and even relying on the blood of the Water King could not regenerate.
His seemingly buoyant movements were astonishingly powerful, throwing the burly Schneider more than ten meters away and falling off the Sedna.
Bai Long left behind Han Bafang, who represented the sin of arrogance, and the arrogant and powerful living spirit did not dare to resist in his hands.
"ban."
Chilong took the flame and landed on the other side of the ship. Constantine gave orders to Arrogance.
Vivid enters a deadly hibernation, and the alchemy circuit is closed, making the alchemy field unable to activate.
If the sword forged by oneself is held by the enemy, it will be too long to lose the dragon. Luo Mou is right about this matter, and he must not be regarded as a big injustice.
The White King threw the arrogance away rather boringly, and did not immediately give birth to a bone sword to continue the attack.
"Constantine, is this your answer? These betrayal of us, these lowly bloodline creatures, are they your chosen people?"
The White King asked in an extremely cold tone. He seemed more disappointed than angry.
"We are the kings of the abandoned clan. The last descendants of our clan are dying in this world.
Are you ready to accept this wrong world and die on a false throne? "
Silence spread like a biting cold on the ship.
"Do you want to rebuild the age of dragons, like the Black King?"
Bai Long was silent and did not refute.
There was no expression on the face of the alchemy puppet, which made Olivia more and more panic.
Constantine has a grudge with the Black King, and with Odin, but between him and the White King... there doesn't seem to be any deep hatred.
"If you destroy the world and revert to the era of the Black King, let's say you become the new Emperor."
Constantine paused.
"Will you create a different, better era?
The first generation, the second generation, the third generation, the races with more degraded bloodlines, the enslaved hybrids and dragonborn, and the dead servants and puppets who only obey orders.
A pyramid-like world divided by blood and power. "
"That's how the world is."
"Do not."
Constantine's response was unequivocal.
"Dragon race dominates this world. We build copper pillars that reach the sky, corridors wider than rivers, and turn mountains into plains and wastelands into fertile soil.
I have never forgotten all that magnificent. But the more magnificent, the more ridiculous.
The Black King created the first generation, the first generation split into the next generation, and the second generation split into three generations... and then gave birth to Deadpool until they were inseparable.
The shackles of blood are placed on the necks of all dragons. We control the will of the lower races, the lower class controls the lower class, and our will is dominated by the emperor.
All free will is destroyed in blood, and we sacrifice our eternal life to the never-ending power struggle.
The so-called dragon family is just an incomparably huge circus created by the Black King. We're stuck on the stage of sadness, endlessly repeating the script we're given. "
This question has been on Constantine's mind since a long time ago. This time, he finally had enough time to think about it.
"I haven't been able to witness your rebellion. I had guessed that your betrayal was for freedom, to break free from the world created by the Black King.
The emperor must die, and so do the gods. I have no interest in rebuilding the world that belongs to emperors and gods.
If you rebel, just to become the new emperor...then you will die too. "
Olivia, who was hiding in the artificial dragon and pretending to be dead, burst into tears at this moment. Boss, you read the dragon right!
"neither."
The White King's tone was inexplicably lonely.
"Not to end the era of emperors, nor to become a new emperor.
Just out of rage, maybe arrogance and jealousy.
You cannot understand because you have forgotten everything. "
The voice stopped abruptly.
The White King did not explain what the other dragons had forgotten.
"The spirit of the dragon king resides in a new body...I have a human friend who sometimes suddenly takes on the appearance of the dragon king."
Constantine seemed to be talking to himself, but also like a test.
"You actually remember him, as if you knew him thousands of years ago, but you can't remember who he used to be.
You vaguely guess the truth, but you are not sure. He is the beginning of everything wrong!
This ugly, twisted world where ants are rampant and the dragons die is all because of him! "
The White King suddenly roared and slashed towards Constantine, and the steel deck cracked into a deep ravine in the collision.
Constantine didn't have time to think, and confronted the white dragon on the narrow hull.
Fighting here is extremely unfavorable for him, and his powerless body is on the boat. The White King could attack without hesitation, but he had to be careful at all times.
And even if he uses Surtur to destroy the white dragon's body again, the enemy can still be resurrected once, twice, or even more with the spirit of words.
......
Lying on a piece of ice floes, the blood gradually dried and lost its last temperature after freezing.
Before his death, Schneider was only in darkness, and the world slowly quieted down.
Unexpectedly, there is not much fear, probably too tired to live. In contrast, a touch of sadness prevailed.
Even with the body contaminated by the blood of the ancient dragon and the experience and skills that have been tempered countless times, he is still unable to fight against the real dragon king.
What should he say when he sees those students again? Who else can avenge them?
A warm feeling awakened Schneider's consciousness.
The warmth was just an illusion after his perception was blunted. Hot blood flowed into Schneider's open chest cavity like molten iron.
Where the blood flows, death recedes, the broken body begins to regenerate, and the split heart is injected with a trace of vitality.
"Some people are lucky, some people are unlucky, that's the way this **** world is.
And I'm one of those **** who always gets lucky at the wrong time.
Nobody wants that kind of luck. But it landed on my head and I had to use it to do something no one else could. "
Schneider seemed to be able to imagine the man scratching his head while thinking.
"Professor, no one hates you for that.
We're all **** victims of this **** war. "
Fingal uttered a foul language unhappily and jumped into the icy sea water.
He avoided the sight of the two fighters very ruthlessly, seized the fleeting blind spot of vision, and quietly boarded the Sedna, hiding in the shadows.
The two dragons here are fighting each other, so he has no interest in getting involved. The big guy who makes waves in the night is his goal.
Fingal seized the opportunity, crawled forward in the shadows, and touched the sword of arrogance that the White King had thrown aside. Then his eyes swept back and forth, aiming at the rectangular bronze box in the lower cabin.
Just when he was about to touch the bronze box, he suddenly found that next to the hatch, such a large black man-made dragon body was actually alive.
Olivia was also moving slowly, but the direction she was moving was the cab. Maybe Samaria's autopilot program can also make the boat move.
Who is this brawny guy on the ground wearing a plastic KFC hood and wriggling towards the Seven Deadly Sins! When did he show up!
Fingal immediately accelerated his squirming, and drew out the jealousy in the shape of a Tang knife, which was the most suitable for arrogance. But he also found that greed and laziness were also to his liking.
He put the six deadly sins back into the box and carried them all on his shoulders, unaware of Olivia's shocked and contemptuous gaze.
Fingal came to the side of the ship with a silky S-shaped wriggling, rolled smoothly into the sea, and freestyled towards the dark sea at high speed.
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