If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 766 Dead Gathering (1010)

"Do you think freedom and contract can be quantified and traded?" Lin Nian asked in a low voice.

"Of course it can be traded. As long as you have enough power, what can't be quantified? Whether it's time or life, let alone a mere freedom?" The 'Emperor' said coldly, "She is me for you A specially prepared chess piece, all her fate is under my control, according to the script, she will die for you in the end, but now she has a chance to get rid of all these heavy things."

"Why do you think I will make an agreement with you because of someone who has cheated on me?" Lin Young smiled.

"Because you are her younger brother and she is your older sister." The 'Emperor' said softly.

The smile on Lin Nian's face gradually disappeared, and the look in his eyes was so deep that it was hard to understand.

"Konstantin's keel cross, I need to use it if I want to fulfill the conditions of my speech." The 'Emperor' said.

"I will use the Dragon Bone Cross to set the conditions for the release of my word spirit. If Norton swallows it to complete the ultimate fusion between the twins, then I can easily control the opportunity for the fusion of 'right' and 'force' Norton's body and all of him!"

"Even if what you said is true, do you think the Dragon King can't see the tricks you played on his brother's keel cross?" Lin Nian asked.

"Of course he can see that he is Norton, the most knowledgeable dragon king." The 'Emperor' looked slightly sideways at the shining blood-red light, "but so what? Knowledge never means ruthlessness, so he can't refuse. Merge with your own brother and go to a happy death, or be buried alone by you at the bottom of the river separated from Constantine's eternal life, this multiple-choice question I believe he can't do wrong. Heh, twins never Will come up with surprising answers on such questions. Never."

"It's really cruel." Lin Nian lowered his eyes.

"I've never been a kind person, Lin Nian." The 'Emperor' said, "It's my best to send the Keel Cross to Norton so that he can reunite with Constantine before he dies. Be gentle. Besides, I also promised Constantine that he would reunite him with his brother, this is my promise, no joke."

A large number of footsteps sounded outside the sealed alloy door, accompanied by the sound of guns being loaded intensively. The Executive Department has surrounded the room, and martial law is imposed outside the door.

The 'Emperor' looked at the silent Lin Nian and said, "Don't mess it up, Lin Nian. Try to satisfy Norton's small and humble wish. He once put down the glory of the king for Constantine, but now he has no branch Ke Yi also try to fulfill Mandy Gonzalez's wish of crying day and night, I promise you, she will never know the conversation between us today, she will get real freedom, no longer because of being forced to To break your trust and cry alone in a prison cell."

The red light went out, the siren stopped, and the pair of golden pupils staring at Lin Nian slowly closed, and the room fell into complete darkness and silence.

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"Really. Is it worth it?"

As Lin Nian questioned in a low voice, the pale ring of fire shattered, and the fire that illuminated the pitch-black waters also dissipated. The 'Candle Dragon', which has rarely been released to its limit since ancient times, also shattered at this moment. The scattered power turned into bits and pieces and scattered on the river bed like stars entering the sea.

Norton took a step back, and the huge dragon body almost fell to the ground. At this moment, what he lost was not only the control over 'power' and 'force', he even lost the command over his body Now, the perfect and powerful dragon body, which is difficult to explain in words, can't even stand up, because there is a will in his mind that says to him:

kneel down.

He refused, and so the fight began.

It was the howl caused by the collapse of the mountain and the sea, causing waves in the Dragon King's sea of ​​consciousness. The 'cocoon' hidden in the keel cross finally hatched at this moment, like a giant melting iceberg.

The pure and strong memory flowing from 'cocoon' crazily devoured the Dragon King's will, and he ate away at the Dragon King's memory like catkins lit by fire, eroding everything that belonged to Norton like wildfire spreading.

This is an invisible fight, the cruelty is even far beyond the breaking of flesh and bones, because this battle takes the dragon king's sea of ​​consciousness as the main battlefield, what they hold is not sharp blades and blades, but pure memory and The collision of memory, personality and personality.

Every impact produced brilliant sparks, which were fragments of memory. The figure of Lin Nian in front of those scorching dragon pupils gradually blurred, and green mountains and green water reappeared. The boy in white robe stood beside him, Together they looked at the magnificent rivers and mountains that had traveled thousands of miles.

Then he could hear the sound of howling wind, and the pouring rain hit his hair and converged towards his cheeks. He subconsciously covered the head of the boy beside him, and looked at the boy's face, but everything he saw was blurred. What does Qing's own younger brother's face look like?

A sense of panic occupied the dragon king's mind, an emotion that should never have appeared on him.

"Brother." He heard someone calling him.

"Konstantin?" he answered.

The shout sounded only once, and then died away.

"Konstantin! Where are you?" He raised his voice and shouted, but no one answered him, and his eyes began to turn familiar scenes one after another like a kaleidoscope.

The lonely mountain I once climbed with the boy, the ocean I once reached with the boy, the study room I used to spend time with the boy, the rattan bed, the rattan chair, and the oil lamp that the boy put on every time
Gradually those scenes began to be fragmented, just like a scroll being torn apart unreasonably by Ju Li, every time he tore a piece of paper, he would forget a piece of the past.

Those past events became tiny specks of light and converged into a galloping rainbow that quickly passed in front of his eyes. He reached forward into the colorful torrent in a daze, trying to catch something, but in the end he didn't touch anything.

The memory representing the Dragon King Norton began to fade rapidly, that is, the disk of the brain is being emptied, and those who were once named Norton most valued and cherished are being ruthlessly erased by a big hand and thrown into the dark trash can middle.

"No! No! No!" he yelled furiously, and he plunged his hands into the torrent to try to turn the tide and leave everything behind, but it was all in vain.

"It's come to this point, why do you still resist? The moment you eat the Keel Cross, you should have made all the preparations." Someone said coldly in his ear.

He turned a deaf ear to it, stepped forward persistently, and jumped into the torrent without hesitation!It seems to want to save everything!But this move brought a mocking cold laugh in his mind.

Entering the torrent of memory, his eyes began to be occupied by fleeting images, images flashed by at an extremely fast speed, and countless voices and dialogues passed by his ears. The content of the dialogues was very complicated, but there were always only two voices, his , the boy's, his, the boy's, his. It seems that there are only these two figures in his world, except that he is a boy, and the only thing they have for each other is each other.

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"Brother." The boy's call sounded again, overwhelming all other voices at once.

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"What's the matter?" He turned his head, and what he saw was a square table in the afternoon sunset, and a white camellia in full bloom in a thick porcelain vase.

Across the camellia, a boy in white clothes reflecting the red of the setting sun was staring at him blankly.

"What's the matter, Constantine?" Looking at the boy's handsome face, he gradually relaxed his tense shoulders and asked softly.

"Brother, I'm a little scared." The boy whispered.

"What are you afraid of? Constantine, tell me." He put down the brush in his hand and asked softly.

"Swallow. Adults of the Revenge Throne Presbyterian Church." The boy looked out of the window of the house, a round of setting sun was hanging slantingly on the cliff, and countless black giant shadows flitted from the top of the mountain towards the crimson sunset. A lonely roar ravages the burning wasteland.

"We are the throne itself, Constantine, you shouldn't be afraid of yourself." He reached out and jumped over the camellia and gently stroked the boy's head, "And the Presbyterians are just doing what they should, even if they will To destroy oneself."

"Brother, what if I want to escape?" the boy raised his head and asked in a low voice.

"Do you really think so, Constantine." He stopped stroking, and looked down into the boy's eyes, "The fate of abandoning people has never been so easy to bear. You will give up everything you once had, everything you once had Those who love you, those who love you will not let us go."

"I'm sorry brother." The boy seemed a little frightened, got up and left quietly.

He watched silently as the boy left the table and walked towards the door that left the hut.

When the boy pushed open the door and let the setting sun illuminate the whole room, he suddenly said, "Are you really afraid, Constantine? Even if what you are afraid of is the fate you bear?"

"Brother." The boy didn't answer, but called him again in a low voice.

".Then let's run away!" He said with a smile, "From today on, run far away, betray everything, and run to a place where no one can find us."

He stood up, walked to the boy, and took his hand. The setting sun shone on his white robe as bright as the moon, reflecting half of the blood red of the setting sun.

"The fate of the so-called abandoned people is to cross the wasteland and raise the battle flag again, and return to our hometown." He said, "We may die, but death is not terrible. Death can bring people closer."

Looking at the boy's bewildered eyes, he stroked the top of the boy's head with a light smile and said, "...Yes, it can bring people who were separated during their lifetime closer."

They walked out of the dark room hand in hand, and stepped into the blood-red setting sun that heralded their future.

　ps: Exhausted

　　
　
(End of this chapter)