Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 285 No.60 Six Acts: Even if I am in hell, I still have to drink wine
Chu Zihang's clothes were burned away, and his naked body was covered with black iron-like scales, with faint fire flowing on the surface of the scales.

The space around him was distorted by the high temperature, but it did not affect Caesar.

Caesar remembered the night when the King of Bronze and Fire awoke, and the strange boy walked slowly in the Hall of Valor, melting everything he passed, leaving a burning path.

It turns out that he is the supreme flame controller. There is no explosion or dazzling brilliance. The violent power of the flame is precisely controlled and can be used at will. Just like a top warrior slowly swinging a sword, everything that the blade encounters breaks silently. .

"What is going on..." Yuan Zhisheng was extremely panicked. He had never seen Chu Zihang's hidden abilities in any document.

Explosive blood?Unlike him, Chu Zihang didn't show the slightest bit of violence, he just stood there calmly, his aura pressing towards him like an overwhelming force.

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath, his whole body exploded, and the gaps between his bones suddenly disappeared. He had thousands of bones like a dragon, and these bones could be tightly integrated into one if necessary.

At this point, no matter what kind of weird thing Chu Zihang is, he can only get it.

He flipped his wrist, and the spider's sharp light kept changing, slowly approaching Chu Zihang.

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Lu Mingfei staggered out of the elevator.

The moment Yuan Zhisheng rushed out, he closed the elevator door and pressed a certain floor button, while not forgetting to call Yuan Zhisheng an idiot.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to get involved in the love-hate relationship between the two living brothers.

A guy in a yellow uniform magically appeared in front of him, "Ricardo M. Lu?"

"It's me." Lu Mingfei scratched his head lazily.

"You want to send it by express delivery, right?" The other party handed over a form, "Please fill this out, thank you."

Lu Mingfei filled out the form as he walked toward this floor.

"Sir, where is the express you want to send?" The young man from DHL looked very sincere.

"Inside, just follow me." Lu Mingfei filled out the form and returned it to the courier.

After the two passed up and down the winding stairs, he found a security door... It was a silver-white door without any markings.

Lu Mingfei put his phone close to the card reader, "Verification passed, entry to the ξ floor is allowed. Welcome back, Commissioner Ricardo M. Lu of the Executive Directorate." In a mechanized female voice, the silver door opened with a bang.

There was no one in the corridor, and there was a faint smell of formalin in the distance. The corridor on this floor was as winding and dense as a spider web, like an endless maze.

Lu Mingfei took the courier around and around with ease. The road ahead became more and more complicated. He was entering the core area of ​​this level.

The corridor becomes wider and wider as you go deeper. The final passage is seven or eight meters wide, with the walls reinforced with stainless steel, and a bright white light in front of it.

At the end of the passage is a white metal door, an airtight door with rounded corners. Bright white light shines through the glass window on the door.

In Lu Mingfei's impression, there used to be at least twenty people operating various precision instruments in this room at all times, but now there are no staff members here, because their job is to take care of Hui Liyi. Li Yi disappeared, so naturally there was no work to do.

He shrugged and put the phone into the card slot next to the vault door. The vault door automatically connected to the phone and the huge decoding work began.

After the decoding was completed, the vault door began to release the high-pressure nitrogen in the valve. Lu Mingfei took a few steps back. The light above the door turned from red to green. The twelve safety bolts made a soft "click" sound at the same time. The 20 cm thick hard The alloy door slowly opened.

The familiar fresh white sandalwood fragrance hit his face, but this time there was no naked girl standing behind the door, looking at Lu Mingfei and wiping her wet long hair with a large towel.

Lu Mingfei stood at the door in a daze for a few seconds, rubbed his face, and walked into this small He style house.

Then he opened the closet, took out a cardboard box and put it in the hands of the courier.

"Send this box to XX Love Hotel..." Lu Mingfei glanced at the whole room, "Wait a minute, there is something else."

He saw a PS3 connected under the huge LCD TV. Eri would definitely be very happy if he gave this as a gift.

The courier nodded, took out a large express box from somewhere, and stuffed both items into the box. After checking the handwriting, he said, "That's no problem. My work is done. Thank you. With your patronage, DHL helps you travel thousands of miles to compete for global business opportunities."

The second-rate courier sang the lyrics from the advertisement and bowed deeply. Lu Mingfei bowed deeply in return, and then the second-rate courier disappeared.

He sighed at the empty room and sat down at the table.

"Do you care about her?" someone asked.

Lu Mingfei looked up and saw a man wearing a beak mask walking out of the darkness.

"Do we know each other?" he asked.

"It's not important." The man sat down opposite him, "You can call me Mr. McCarron, and we'll consider you acquainted."

"Odin." Lu Mingfei's eyes instantly darkened.

"Maybe, I may have had this name before." Mr. McCarron waved his hand to Lu Mingfei, "That's the bad thing about people living too long. I have so many names that I forget that I have ever used them. What’s the name?”

"What do you want to do here?" Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"I didn't think about anything. I just wanted to have a drink with our Supreme Lord."

Mr. Macallan took out two wine glasses, filled them with Macallan whiskey, and then pushed one of them in front of Lu Mingfei, "Share it with you, Your Majesty. Even if you are in hell, you still have to drink wine, because Our cries will not be heard by God.”

"Of course, if His Excellency wants to take action, I have nothing to do. The me who appears in front of you now is not my true form..."

"Do you know?" Lu Mingfei suddenly interrupted Mr. McCarron's conversation.

"I used to watch TV series, and the villains in them seemed to like to pretend to be nonchalant in front of the protagonist and make a long speech, which was intended to show how perfect his plan was and that the protagonist would not be at a loss if he lost to him... But in the end it was all The protagonist defeats the villain, saves the world, marries Bai Fumei and reaches the peak of life."

"This also led to a joke that 'villains die from talking too much'."

"I think it makes sense. The more the villains show that they have a chance to win, the faster they get slapped in the face..."

"Speaking of which, I'm very curious about your old dog..." Lu Mingfei had a teasing smile on his face, "When will you die?"

Mr. Macallan sighed and crushed the crystal cup in his hand. Countless fragments exploded, like a flashing blizzard.Ordinarily, although these sharp fragments can cut human skin, they are only small wounds, but in the hands of Mr. McCarron, it is a small starburst.

"It's a small trick." Lu Mingfei didn't even raise his eyelids, letting the fragments fly towards him, and then they were blocked by a transparent barrier.

Mr. McCarron failed to score a single blow, but he was in no rush to quit. He still looked lazy and calm, as if he was standing on the bow of a ship looking at the sunset.

"Your Majesty, you think you are standing at the top of the food chain, just like Herzog, but you can't see the complete world at all, and you don't know what predators are waiting for you to fatten yourself higher up. .”

"I don't know if there are any predators higher up, but now I can crush you to death." Lu Mingfei snapped his fingers.

Mr. McCarron's body exploded in an instant and turned into several crows flying around the house, squawking strangely.

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Yuan Zhisheng decided to use all his strength directly, so he began to recite the ancient language.

"Chu Zihang, his speech spirit is not recorded in the files of Kassel College. You should be careful." Caesar reminded, "Even though you are very strong now."

Chu Zihang nodded, not intending to give Yuan Zhisheng a chance to fully release his spirit. He pulled out Murasame, and the blade ignited with black flames.

Yuan Zhisheng also read faster and faster, and the two of them seemed to be fighting for time. The loud sound echoed in the hall, like the roar of ancient bells in a Buddhist temple in the mountains.

The realm is taking shape, and the unknown spirit of speech is about to be released.

A semicircular membrane is centered on the origin and slowly expands toward the surroundings. It looks very gentle, with a faint fluorescence on the border.

Chu Zihang slashed out a knife in the air, and the sword energy flew toward Yuan Zhisheng with black flames. Yuan Zhisheng turned sideways and avoided it, still reciting the dragon text.

That area suddenly expanded rapidly, encompassing both Caesar and Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang frowned. He didn't think there was anything special about it. Could it be that Yuan Zhisheng, the Yanling, just looked awesome, but was actually nothing?

At this time, Caesar beside him slowly knelt down towards Yuan Zhisheng, like a defeated general facing a victorious king.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Zihang was stunned.

Caesar didn't answer him, but just put his hands on the ground, his whole face turned red, as if he was struggling with some invisible force.

At this time, Chu Zihang noticed that the marble floor under Caesar was slowly cracking, which showed that there was an amazing weight pressing on the ground.

He understood that Caesar did not kneel down to Yuan Zhisheng willingly, but could not resist.

Caesar's weight increased dozens of times in an instant, so heavy that it was difficult to even lift his arms. If he didn't crawl, his spine would be crushed.

What kind of weight can crack a marble floor?A few tons or a dozen tons?What does it feel like for Caesar to bear this super gravity?
"Word Spirit King Power", serial number 91, belongs to the type of Word Spirit that has surpassed the scope of human understanding.

No one can stand upright within the realm of royal power except by permission of the liberator himself.

People in the field must bear dozens or even hundreds of times the weight, the blood will flow through the skin from the bottom of the body, the brain is severely ischemic, and if they want to avoid blood loss in the brain, they kneel down, or even bow their heads in a prostration posture.

But even if you bow down, you may not survive. As the power of the king continues to rise, the releaser can make anyone's bones crack, and their corpses are flush with the ground.

Although it is called "Kingdom", it is not a royal conquest at all. Instead, it applies extremely overbearing super gravity to the opponent, slowly and mercilessly crushing the opponent.

Yuan Zhisheng's face looked as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

He didn't understand why "Word Spirit King Power" had no effect on Chu Zihang.

"Maybe I didn't push the "royal power" to the extreme..." Yuan Zhisheng comforted himself in his heart.

So he continued to recite the dragon text of "Kingdom", and Caesar was further pressed to the ground. This poor kid was basically in the standard soil seat posture.

But Chu Zihang still stood there and moved his wrists like nothing happened, and put his hands in various places, as if he was conducting an experiment to measure how high the upper limit of "royal power" was.

However, Yuan Zhisheng no longer had time to observe Chu Zihang's reaction. His body was on the verge of collapse, his heart was frantically transfusing blood to maintain his crumbling body, and purple-black capillaries protruded from the surface of his skin.

No wonder Yuan Zhisheng decided to use this super word spirit after repeated consideration, because this kind of word spirit will bring a huge burden to the body, and the "royal power" will drain all the life force of the releaser in an instant.

The more high-end the word spirit is, the more it will burden the body. As long as the mythical "Rhine" word spirit is released, the releaser will die. He can only survive in his own domain for a few tenths of a second.

But Chu Zihang...

Yuan Zhisheng smiled bitterly. There is indeed a hidden system for activating "Word Spirit King Power", that is, if the target bloodline of "Royal Power" is higher than the holder, it will also be invalid.

In other words, Chu Zihang's bloodline is actually higher than his humanoid tyrannosaurus.

Yuan Zhisheng had done a family check-up and found that his bloodline was infinitely close to that of a pure-blood dragon. A hybrid with a bloodline higher than his... would not exist.

Only pure-blooded dragons would have a higher bloodline than him.

This means that it can be determined that the man named Chu Zihang in front of him is a pure-blood dragon.

He didn't lose unfairly, and he smiled miserably, but he really couldn't understand why a pure-blooded dragon would sneak into Kassel Academy.

Yuan Zhisheng put away the realm of "royal power" and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Why don't you fight?" Caesar panted and got up from the ground, "Come on, have an honest fight with me. I really hope to punch you in the face of your hypocrisy!"

"It's meaningless. I can't win against him." Yuan Zhisheng said with his eyes closed, "You can beat him up if you want. It's true that our Japanese branch concealed this matter first."

Caesar sneered, "You said so yourself."

He suddenly lunged and punched, hitting Yuan Zhisheng's lower abdomen hard.Holding the Desert Eagle in his hand, he held Yuan Zhisheng back with his gun.

Yuan Zhisheng was pushed against the screen wall, and Caesar started with a punch, sending all seven bullets into Yuan Zhisheng's abdomen.

Yuan Zhisheng and Caesar looked at each other, slowly lowered their heads, and fell to the ground weakly.

(End of this chapter)