Old Tang's eyes widened. For a moment, it was still somewhat difficult to introduce Jörmungandr's approach.
He could not imagine that one day he would want to eat Constantine.
However, the part of him who was the Dragon King told him that this matter was still very normal among the Dragon Clan.
Old Tang sighed silently in his heart, along with his gratitude to Miss Justice. If it weren't for Miss Justice, then Norton should be sitting here now.
Without Miss Justice, it is estimated that Constantine would have fallen into the same situation as Fenrir at this time...
"There is no way..." Old Tang spread his hands and said helplessly, "This is a curse from the Black King. We must devour each other before we can complete ourselves."
"It's indeed crazy." Audrey nodded in agreement.
"No, the world is not as crazy as yours." Old Tang complained. He is quite self-aware. Although the things the Dragon Clan is burdened with are indeed so cruel and crazy, compared to the world of Brother Fool and Justice, Old Tang
I think it's quite normal.
...At least, they didn't eat those extraordinary people as magic potions...
In Old Tang's view, using the extraordinary characteristics of those extraordinary people to make potions is almost equivalent to eating the extraordinary people... It's too scary.
And besides that, Brother Fool is sometimes infiltrative. When he thinks of the crazy operations that Brother Fool has done, Old Tang feels that it is more normal for the world of the Dragon Clan, where people are fighting everywhere and full of blood.
They are just a little paranoid, not crazy lunatics...
Old Tang suddenly remembered something, frowned and asked Audrey: "During my absence, Jormungandr shouldn't have done anything to Constantine, right?"
"Of course." Audrey smiled gently, "Even if she wants to attack Constantine, I won't allow it."
After all, Old Tang left for Mr. Fool. During this period, she was responsible for the safety of his brother no matter what.
But it is true that Jormungandr did nothing to Constantine.
Part of the reason was because she was a little afraid of the Secret Church and Old Tang, and part of the reason was that Jormungandr really couldn't defeat Constantine.
Among the two kings of bronze and fire, Constantine is actually much stronger than Norton, but because he was weak since he was a child, he cannot display much strength. However, against a dragon king like Jörmungandr, who ranks at the bottom of the dragon clan in terms of strength
, it’s still very relaxing.
"That...anyway, it was Jörmungandr's own choice..." Old Tang rubbed his temples with a headache, "But I think we should still implement our original plan and use the planned method, so that at least
Fenrir doesn’t have to die. And we can gain an ally.”
"I think so too." Audrey nodded approvingly, "But now Jörmungandr has left, and is with Chu Zihanglu Mingfei, performing a secret mission."
"Then do we need to contact Jormungandr? Do we need my help?" Old Tang asked kindly.
Although they are not very familiar with the King of Earth and Mountain, if a tragedy happened to the other party, he should still feel a sense of sadness that the rabbit died and the fox died.
after all……
The original Constantine could not escape the fate of death.
"I will solve this matter." Audrey smiled and shook her head, refusing Old Tang's help. "Thank you for taking care of Mr. Fool before. You should rest more during this time. Transfer your abilities.
This is something we are good at.”
"Oh..." Old Tang nodded and did not continue to say anything.
"It's getting late, you can go back and rest first."
"Yeah." Old Tang nodded calmly.
It wasn't until he left Norton Hall that the soothing effect gradually disappeared after some distance, and the memory just now resurfaced in Old Tang's mind.
It exploded with a bang.
Fortunately, he has left now, otherwise he would really have lost control on the spot.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" The old man's roar of collapse sounded in a remote corner, and the embarrassment of social death swallowed him up like a tide.
…………
A huge oak conference table is placed in the middle of the rows of bookshelves. Surrounding this table are old faces. Most of these faces have never appeared on the campus of Kassel College, and each one is as pale as
They were just dug out of ancient tombs. Everyone was wearing an old-fashioned black tuxedo and an ancient silver ring on the little finger of their left hand.
The young professors could only stand and attend. Hundreds of people crowded the space on the first floor of the principal's office. This is an indoor patio that stretches all the way to the roof. The sunlight pours in from the skylight and illuminates the seats at the end of the conference table.
Yes, the face of Principal Angers.
The so-called "young professors" refer to Guderian. He was squeezed in a corner and was extremely excited, pinching his empty little finger. Every "young professor" is eager for that ancient silver ring, which is the name of Kassel College.
The honorary mark of "tenured professor". The so-called "tenured professor" usually needs to have been teaching in this college for more than half a century. If these old scientists were normal humans... they would have suffered from Alzheimer's disease long ago.
He looked at the "tenured professors" with great excitement, as if they were star-chasing girls. He pulled Professor Manstanding beside him and kept talking about those people.
"Don't act like a nympho! I can see the pink hearts in your eyes now!" Manstein scolded silently, "Those people are all lunatics."
"Crazy?" Guderian was stunned.
Manstein sighed softly, "The so-called landmark figures in the history of science are human sacrifices to the monster of science. Look at them, their skin is pale and dry, but their pupils are as bright as torches. Some of them
People have not left the laboratory for half a century, spending all their time on research, just hoping to get a few more steps closer to the kingdom of truth before they die. Their bodies are constantly declining, and only their brains are developed. Of course, they are likely to
They don’t mind if their limbs degenerate and only their brains are left to think, because their lives have no meaning except thinking. They are a group of crazy believers in science, a group of madmen named geniuses. Do you want to live like them?"
"I don't want to..." Guderian scratched his head.
Manstein nodded, appreciating his old friend for still retaining some sanity.
"How do I deserve to be like them?" Guderian was as shy as a young girl who was in love with her idol, "I just want to be able to serve tea and water for the lunatics who are running towards the truth..."
"You also know that there is not much difference between genius and madman. The genius is on the left and the madman is on the right. Doesn't this reflect their genius?"
Manstein covered his face silently, not knowing how to describe the powerlessness in his heart.
Before Professor Manstein could continue to say anything, Professor Mans, who was sitting close to Angers, interrupted the two of them: "You two, please be quiet, we are about to have a very serious discussion.
"
Although Professor Mance's tone was very calm, anyone could hear that there was a strong intimidation underneath that calmness, as if he was saying, if anyone dares to continue making noise here,
, just dragged it out and chopped it up.
Professor Guderian immediately calmed down, moved timidly behind Professor Manstein, and whispered in his friend's ear:
"Have you ever felt that Professor Mann's temper has become increasingly erratic in the past few months?"
Professor Manstein hesitated for a moment, then nodded without looking for traces.
This is indeed the case...
Professor Mance didn't pay attention to the whispers of those two people. Instead, he asked the person in his heart very irritably.
"What happened this time? Why did that happen? Does it have anything to do with you?"
In recent times, terrible disasters have occurred all over the world, where buildings suddenly collapsed and destroyed. Every building was turned into ruins. Some of them were even twisted into twists by mysterious forces.
"Ah..." A lazily voice came from deep in his heart, "This matter has little to do with us. It is mainly due to the trouble caused by your Dragon Clan..."
The voice seemed to suddenly remember something, paused for a moment, and then said again: "...No, it seems to be slightly related..."
The voice of the last sentence was a little subtle, and Professor Manns did not hear it clearly. Just when he wanted to continue asking, Angers cleared his throat and began to speak in a serious tone.
"Our distinguished deans of departments, I am very happy to meet you face to face. But I am also sorry to interrupt your research. Because there are indeed compelling reasons, the report has been sent to you, and I believe you have read it."
Those who have a seat at the conference table are the deans of departments at Kassel College. For the vast majority of students, they only know that they belong to a certain department and have no idea that a "dean" exists.
"Physically speaking, humans can't do it yet," the dean of the physics department whispered. He stooped, his aging spine almost bent into a circle, and coughed as he spoke. It looked like he couldn't catch a breath.
As if suffocated.
He operated on the touch panel on the table, and several black-and-white photos were projected in mid-air. They were the ruins of the South Railway Station and the ruins of other buildings. The reinforced concrete was twisted together, revealing a ferocious atmosphere.
Beauty.
"The collapse of both buildings came from their internal stress, which was 'ghost-like' stress. Once it broke out, it would easily destroy the metal buildings that can withstand strong earthquakes of magnitude 9." The head of the physics department said, "If humans know how to
Trigger this kind of stress and you could destroy the entire Hoover Dam with just a flick of your finger."
"And the existence that can master this terrible power..."
"Among the four great monarchs...the king of earth and mountains!"
The meeting room fell into dead silence, and the title that had been passed down from ancient times shocked everyone. Although they had already known the existence of this Dragon King from ancient books, it still seemed as if a huge black shadow was projected on them, as heavy as a mountain.
.
"He is the master of the earth, and the elemental power he masters is 'earth'. He is the most proficient in power control dragons in the world. The classics say, 'The waves of the rock show his stretching before awakening, and he is fully stretched.
On that day, the mountains turned into abyss. 'He can even penetrate the earth's crust.' Angers said softly.
"If he has awakened... why didn't he appear directly in front of us? With his control over the 'power', none of us can resist it and can only let him slaughter us." Someone asked.
Professor Manns also thought about the same question deep in his heart.
"Ha..." The voice sneered with no meaning, "Actually, she is beside you, but you haven't noticed it yet."
"What?" Professor Manns frowned, a little unbelievable.
He even felt that he might have heard wrongly. If a Dragon King was by their side, how could they not find it?
Professor Mance wanted to continue asking for relevant information, but the voice did not reveal any more content.
Professor Mance's expression gradually became serious.
He knew that the guy living in his body was very mysterious and very scary.
He remembered that when he was looking for the King of Bronze and Fire, that is, when he was exploring the Bronze City, he encountered that "world" Gehrman Sparrow. He originally wanted to resist, but he could only watch helplessly.
My body and thoughts gradually became stiff, as if I had turned into a puppet.
After that, his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.
When he woke up again, he was horrified to find that he had returned to Kassel College and was teaching other students in the classroom.
The most terrifying thing was that he found that he could no longer control his body, as if something had taken over his body, and he could only watch inside his body, unable to do anything.
It was at that time that he heard the voice in his body for the first time: "Oh, you're awake."
"Who are you!"
Professor Mance's spirit was highly tense. He heard a mysterious voice coming from his body. It was weird, no matter what. What's more, this voice was probably the existence that occupied his body!
Sure enough, the voice's answer confirmed Professor Mann's guess.
"I am a little parasite that is temporarily parasitic in your body." The voice replied casually, "I have control over your body now, but don't worry, you can return to normal when I return.
Already."
After that, Professor Mance could only sit in his own body like a poor mouse, unable to do anything. He could only watch the outside world through the perspective controlled by the "parasite" every day.
There is no way to even communicate with the outside world, and everyone is trapped.
However, he also learned a lot about this "parasite" through this period of time.