The beginning of the dragon race on the Maybach

Chapter 132 Wake up Constantine, let us rule this world together! (seeking a monthly ticket)

"Mance, calm down!" Ange's voice came from the intercom, "Acadura and Carl are a bit of a jerk, but they never make such mistakes in equipment."

Mance Rundstedt also calmed down by this time.

"Yes, that's right. I have used the lifeline specially made by the equipment department so many times, and there has never been a problem. Even if an earthquake occurs underwater, it is impossible to affect the lifeline." Mance Rundstedt Suddenly thought of a possibility, his expression gradually became frightened.

When the lifeline was pulled up, Mance Rundstedt looked a little gloomy looking at the neat cut: "Could it be that besides Ye Sheng and Yaji, there are other people in the water or... there are dragons !"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the intercom.

"I'm leaving immediately. I'll be there in an hour. I hope those kids can last an hour."

Mance Rundstedt did not speak, he did not know what to say.

He knew in his heart that Ye Sheng's physical condition underwater was extremely poor, even if they could survive for an hour in the hands of that unknown enemy, Anger might not be able to rescue them.

Anger is indeed the strongest dragon slayer in the Secret Party, but underwater, so what if he has a heaven-defying word like Time Zero?The huge resistance in the water would compromise his strength.And even if Ange successfully kills the enemy, with Ye Sheng's current physical condition, whether he can swim to the surface is still a big problem.

Mance Rundstedt looked at the bottomless river, without any belief, he silently prayed to God on the deck.

In the bronze city
In the huge bedroom of the King of Bronze and Fire, there are countless branch halls. Although no one has cleaned it for 2000 years, they are spotless.However, in an inner hall that looked extremely luxurious, it was covered with white silk threads, like cocooned silkworm chrysalis, quietly standing on a bronze throne.

However, this is not the cocoon of the humble silkworm chrysalis, but the cocoon of the Dragon King.

There are two thrones in the inner hall. On the other throne to the left of the cocoon, a man sits quietly on it, stretching out his hand to caress the white cocoon, his eyes are full of tenderness.

"Konstantin." The man's low voice echoed in the inner hall.

"I once said, 'The fate of the so-called abandoned people is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and return to their hometown. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can devour the world, it is better to be safe than to trek alone Sleeping. We'll still wake up.'

Now that I am awake, I will raise the battle flag again, and you should stand by my side and devour the world together.Now, it's time for you to wake up.

Wake up, Constantine, let us rule this world together! "

The white cocoon began to vibrate, and the sound of a heartbeat like a drum of war appeared in the cocoon, strong and powerful.

The man untied the straps wrapped around his body and took off the things on his back.It was a rectangular box.The man put him on the ground, and the box collided with the ground, making a low metal sound.

The man stroked the box lightly, and there was a sentence in ancient Hebrew engraved on it, which he had engraved with his own hands back then.

Deniqueubierit sanguisagladioregis
All the blood of a king must end with a sword.

Skillfully open the hidden metal plate under the groove on the top of the box, and the mechanical parts in the box slide out with the sound of Qing Yue, fanning out.

The box was slowly opened, and there were seven swords lying quietly inside.

The quaint eight-faced Han sword, the heavy Tang sword, the huge horse-chopping heavy sword, the single-edged sword, the broad-edged Kramer long sword, the curved-edged Atcan long sword, and the ribbed sword that is only as long as the forearm. No, there are all kinds of world-famous swords in history.

The man took off the rib that was only as long as the forearm. The body of the knife was engraved with complicated and profound patterns, and the edge of the blade shone with a dark golden light.

The moment the man's hand held the handle, the handle began to change.The blade began to vibrate, as if a heart was beating buried in the blade.

The dark gold on the blade has just turned into a brilliant gold, flowing along the blade, the speed of the flow is getting faster and faster, and the trembling of the blade becomes more and more powerful, that is when seeing the owner after a long sleep Excited.

"Be quiet."

The man whispered, and the trembling of the blade stopped, and he surrendered to the man's command.Then, the man clenched the blade with his left hand and wiped it fiercely. Drops of crimson blood dripped onto the white cocoon.

"Dedicate my bones and blood to His Majesty Nidhogg. He is the most supreme, most powerful, and most virtuous existence, and he rules the entire world with his destiny."

He exerted all his strength, all the ventricles and atrium contracted with all his strength, and he was stuck in a way that is impossible for human beings. Fresh blood was continuously squeezed out from his body, and flowed down the wound on his palm.But the man still felt that it was too slow, so he directly pressed his hand on the white cocoon, and the white cocoon stretched out silk threads to gently wrap around the bleeding hand, his movements were gentle, as if he was stroking the bloody hand. The wound is average.However, blood also seeped into the cocoon along with these silk threads.

The heartbeat in the cocoon became more and more intense, and white silk threads sprang out of the cocoon, spreading crazily from the hall door and windows towards other branch halls.

Seeing the changes in the cocoon, the man nodded in satisfaction and stood up.The white silk thread that spread wildly and devoured everything did not mean to hurt him, but it instantly closed the door and windows of the temple, as if he did not want the man to leave.

"You're still sleeping, but subconsciously you don't want me to leave?"

The man shook his head and looked back at the white cocoon.

"Konstantin, you should have grown up. This is a test for you, a test to prove that you are qualified to raise the battle flag behind me, and a test to prove that you are qualified to rule the world with me!"

After the words fell, the white silk thread reluctantly let go of the blockade on the palace door, watching the back of the man leaving step by step.

"I will be outside the Bronze City, watching you, don't let me down, brother."

Hearing the man's address, the white silk thread fluttered in the inner hall, as if jumping for joy, and then He sealed the inner hall again.

The man left from the secret passage of the bedroom, and within a short time he had reached the outside of the Bronze City.

Relying on his "power", he can completely know everything that happened inside the Bronze City from the outside, whether it was Constantine's happy jump just now, or the two intruders.This test is not so much to prove whether Constantine is qualified to fight alongside him, but rather to eradicate his cowardice and childishness.

Just like the scolding he faced in front of Yemengarde ten thousand years ago, to put it bluntly, it was nothing more than a hatred of his brother's cowardly character.

　Didn't eat dinner, got this chapter done.

　　Norton in his prime and Constantine in his prime who are about to wake up, the Bronze City dungeon on Hell difficulty is about to open!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)