The tide of light that surrounded the lonely mountain and the college is receding. They once submerged the rocks and beaches. After the receding tide, the layers of puddles were revealed, and the ground was full of mess and desolation.
Something fell from the sky, like an exhausted petrel, falling onto the beach after low tide, causing a moderate splash.
The magma in the cracks on the earth finally began to cool after boiling for a while, just like a spring that was blocked by silt and dried up. The great force that reached the asthenosphere collapsed, just like a water pump lost its power, and the gurgling water was about to flow.
The magma that filled the entire interior space of the lonely mountain began to recede, and the clusters of fiery red flowers that grew out filled the soil again.
Two figures fell from the ruins of the Hall of Valor Square, which was already in disgrace. One of them fell straight to the ground, causing dust to spread everywhere. Half of the cracked ground cracked open, while the other one fell straight to the ground.
Then it fell right into the residual magma lake and splashed with dazzling water.
After the light receded, Kassel College fell into darkness again, but this time it was not so pure. The thick dark clouds in the sky disappeared without knowing when. It may have been dispersed before the ultimate power, or it may have been
The moon came belatedly after being inspired by people on earth. Looking up to the sky from the lonely mountain, one can see a clear and clear sky and a glimpse of the moon's shadow.
About five minutes later, or more, the dial on the clock tower could no longer be seen clearly in the darkness. The concept of time in the scorching and dull darkness was like a distorted vista under high temperature.
When Lu Mingfei rushed to the scene from the direction of the church, he saw a horrifying scene in the ruins at a glance.
Under the moonlight, the remaining magma exudes a faint red light in the darkness. The light source that is unlikely to be used as an illumination adds a touch of heaviness to the dead silence, just like the red curtain that closes after the end of the drama. There are no complicated patterns for decoration, just so
It's red, so red that it's shocking.
In the red light, there was a dark humanoid creature lying on its back in the cracked pit. As for why it was said to be a humanoid 'creature', Lu Mingfei couldn't easily identify the other person's identity. Is it the Dragon King or him?
's friends.
The charred shell was completely carbonized and covered with wrinkles like the bark of an old tree. Under him was a pair of broken wings. The same charring, the same decay, the fragility visible to the naked eye, it was almost imaginable.
You can hear the clicking sound it makes when it breaks with a little force when your fingers are pinched on it.
Lu Mingfei did not approach rashly, he tightened his grip on a PPK pistol, which was given to him by the long-legged senior sister when he came from the church (Mai Shutoku claimed to be a graduate of Kassel College
student), and kindly asked him to shoot again if he saw the Dragon King still standing up when he came. Although the magazine was not filled with the Philosopher's Stone, the alchemical mercury-core bullet would be used when the opponent's speech spirit was broken.
It can still cause fatal injuries.
There is no dark green data on the shoulders of the burnt black figure, so it is impossible to tell. So now...is the burnt black figure in front of him the Dragon King? Does he need to make up for it with such a shot?
While Lu Mingfei was still struggling with this issue, not far from the pothole, a figure slowly stood up in the crack where the magma had accumulated. The flowing red lava rolled down from his body and overlapped on the surface of the magma.
It folded up and returned to flow. He stood in the river and gently looked up at the moonlight in the sky. Every movement was so gentle, like a silent movie.
If this is a scene from a movie, then it must be a horror movie for Lu Mingfei. In this smoldering and oppressive ruins, which made his underwear wet with sweat, how can he escape from the thousand-degree magma?
The one standing up inside must be the evil ghost among evil ghosts, right?
But why was the face of this evil ghost not as ferocious and terrifying as Lu Mingfei imagined? Instead, it looked a bit delicate. The boy-next-door appearance fell into Lu Mingfei's eyes and made him relax for a while. He held the PPK gun in his hand.
But when he saw those golden lava eyes staring at the sky, his throat couldn't help but make a swallowing motion.
A ferocious gap in the boy's molten scales extended from the abdomen to the throat, and the bones and internal organs that were damaged beyond recognition were exposed to the scorching air.
With just one glance, it was almost certain that he was not a human being, because in Lu Mingfei's knowledge, no one could stand up in such an injured situation and make a sad gesture of looking up at the sky at an angle of 40 to 50 degrees, besides standing
The place is such a unique place as the lava river. It would be no exaggeration to say that this scene was recorded as a CG from a fantasy movie.
Lu Mingfei noticed the boy's back again. Compared with the large black-shaped wings in the pit, the boy actually had no wings... No, no, it wasn't wingless, but the boy's wings were torn off.
Black shadows of different lengths protruded from behind him. From Lu Mingfei's frontal angle, he could probably tell that they were broken membrane wings, but it was unclear whether they were chopped with a sword or torn apart by brute force.
Got it.
Lu Mingfei's eyes finally rested on his shoulders. Countless question marks represented countless horrors. All the evidence revealed one fact - this boy's terrifying identity and unacceptable current situation.
The Lord of Bronze and Fire, Constantine, still lives.
For a moment, Lu Mingfei had regrets in his heart. He should not have rushed to the battlefield so hastily. After shooting, he was not even sure whether he had hit the target. In that extreme white light, he
He was simply shooting based on feeling, and the force of pulling the trigger was so slight that it could be ignored. The entire shooting had no real feeling from aiming to the end...but there was still a voice in the dark telling him that he had hit the target.
When you reach your goal, this voice is also called "intuition".
But now it seems that his intuition has failed. Just like when he predicts that his grades will be ideal before every exam, he really shouldn't trust his feelings. According to Mai Shutoku, the bullet that hit and marked the end of the battle does not seem to be the same.
There was no hit, and the Dragon King was still alive and well, but his friend had become charcoal in the pit. So what happens next? Is he the one who will become the charcoal-grilled pork ribs?
But under Lu Mingfei's stiff gaze, the boy didn't leave any of his peripheral vision to this third party. He stood in the magma and looked at the bright moon in the sky. There was so much sadness and loneliness in his burning golden eyes, as if he was infected.
The air in the ruins was broken, and every time the magma flowing around him exploded, it mourned for him.
In the deep pit, a louder sound than the explosion of lava exploded, like the cracking of a bamboo joint when stretched to the critical point, or the crackling sound of firecrackers after being heated to the extreme, but Lu Mingfei was more
The thing I am willing to use to describe it should be the silent extension when the bamboo shoots burst out of the ground after the spring rain. It is the crackling sound when the dry black bamboo shoot skin is torn apart. What is revealed after peeling off the shell is
The new white meat is tender and fragrant inside.
Lu Mingfei was stunned with excitement, but after the excitement, when he actually witnessed the scene of breaking out of the shell and being reborn, he was filled with fear from the bottom of his heart - whether from the perspective of a human or a hybrid, now
What happened was extremely terrifying and unreasonable. Trees under lightning strikes can sprout branches, but when it comes to humans, this is tantamount to... rebirth that violates the laws of nature and the limitations of species.
A realm enveloped the pitch-black human form, and that powerful realm was filled with a wild aura. It was a creature that was considered a myth by humans, and echoed with the strange creatures in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
This creature has unparalleled vitality. Its majesty and terror can fill eight valleys and eight hills. It represents disaster, immortality, and eternal life.
In Lu Mingfei's eyes, the dark green data finally appeared on the shoulders of the figure that emerged from the shell, and his eyes were fixed on a brand-new character that he had never seen before.
Yanling·Baqi.
Lu Mingfei only knew that myth. The ancient scriptures said, "Eight dragon heads, eight sword tails, blood-burning pupils, and dark clouds covering the body are called Yamata." It comes to Izumo from Takashi and eats it every year.
As a sacrifice of a girl, it can bring disasters of floods. It is also the ancestor of alchemy and iron making. It is the most well-known and notorious monster in Japanese mythology - Yamata no Orochi.
Now the most awe-inspiring and desirable feature of that terrible creature has finally been brought into play on that figure through the word spirit of the same name. New blood is transmitted throughout the body with the pumping of the heart. The originally necrotic
The nerves, muscles and bones of the body began to grow new replacements, just like a snake shedding its skin, growing a new body from the old slough.
He stood up, and emerged from the dark human shell. His upper body was completely naked, and his lower body was barely covered by some scales and charcoal. The blood-red golden pupils indicated that the word spirit named 'Baqi' was still in motion.
In this state, his regeneration ability and pure power directly reach the level of the Dragon King, and even the 'fused' monarch is no different from him.
Lu Mingfei recognized Lin Nian just by looking at him. He was not missing any arms or legs, nor had he really turned into a monster. The characteristics of violent blood had faded. In the realm of 'Baqi', even a body improved by violent blood
The quality gain has also become ridiculous. Those scales may only appear when fighting is really needed, but at least now they have no meaning for their existence.
'Baqi' is not on the Periodic Table of Word Spirits. At least the secret party at Cassel Academy knows nothing about this Word Spirit. If we say that every Word Spirit on the periodic table corresponds to wind, fire, and earth.
, the four elements of water, then 'Baqi' is undoubtedly outside of this, because it symbolizes 'spirit', which is the fifth element forgotten by most people on the spiritual chart.
The strongest word spirit of the White King clan.
People who possess this word spirit can gain enhanced abilities comparable to Yamata no Orochi, the power to break through mountains and rivers, the power to tear apart domains, and the spirit that will never be lost. The user of the word spirit can break through the critical blood limit without being killed.
Samurai, and can further use their out-of-control bloodline to become their own stable force. The will to kill is no longer a lost sign for them.
When they understood this spirit, they stood above the bloodline and became the true masters of the bloodline.
This was the first 'key' for the half-blood monarch. Lin Nian pushed open the door and officially began to repair the ladder made of bones that led to the heavenly gate.
Lin Nian should have been completely destroyed by the high temperature in the domain of 'Zhulong', and the scales and enhancements of the third degree or even the fourth degree of violent blood could only serve as a delaying temperature barrier to barely extend his life, but in 'Baqi'
'After this spirit was truly released, the power derived from genes and rules gave him unimaginable vitality and cell replication capabilities.
The immediate destruction of his body by the 'Candle Dragon' domain was proportional to his own regeneration speed, and under such maintenance conditions, the power of the Yamata no Orochi to crack mountains and swallow seas of clouds rose, so
He survived in that extreme situation, even like a new life.
Lin Nian walked out of the pit and stood on the edge, looking at the boy who was still looking up at the sky from a distance. 'Rage' had been lost in the last charge and landed in an unknown corner of the lonely mountain. He was now unarmed.
.But so what, the enemy Dragon King never saw those mythical swords again.
They didn't speak or move for a long time. Lu Mingfei, who was not far away, didn't dare to breathe. He didn't even dare to raise his gun and aim at anyone, because at this time, even a slightly heavy breath might hit him.
The situation has a huge impact - who can guarantee that his small move will not become a dead leaf that falls on the autumn water and causes ripples?
If the battle breaks out for the second time, even Lu Mingfei, who is an 'S' class freshman, has no chance of surviving.
In the scorching heat and silence, Lin Nian actually stepped into the lower reaches of the same lava river as the boy. This action shocked Lu Mingfei and made him feel numb after countless shocks. Something special happened tonight.
There's probably nothing that can make him lose his jaw again.
The lava covered Lin Nian's ankles and burned into flames. He walked forward in the flames and finally stopped three meters away from the boy.
The distance of three meters is already very close, but there is still no conflict. Their expressions are so peaceful, as if everything is over, and they have changed from enemies of life and death to friends who can shake hands and make peace.
But until the end, there was no distance where they could touch each other's hands. They were three meters away. One person was looking at the other person, and the other person was looking at the sky.
“We were once happy, crossing mountains and rivers and watching the moon and stars drift.” The boy said, looking up at the black sky.
Having said that, he turned his back to Lin Nian, who was three meters away, and trudged into the distance, all the way upstream of the magma river, to reach the source. At this time, he kept holding his breath and watching them
The corners of Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly twitched, because the moment the boy turned around, he saw the boy's back. A huge gap opened on the back of the skull, and a blood-red blood was deeply embedded in it.
crystal.
The bullets of the Philosopher's Stone.
Lu Mingfei didn’t miss the shot, but hit the target. But now he couldn’t be happy, and all he could see was the lonely profile of the boy walking forward.
The broken membrane wings burst out from the boy's back, and with a small amount of blood, he walked forward in the lava river, stumbling and trying to fly. In the process, he even fell several times, splashing the lava.
The water splashed, but every time he got up persistently and continued running until the membrane wings pulled the air and began to fly. The flames on the ground around him were burning slowly, as if they were quietly seeing off the young king.
The Dragon King was about to escape, but Lin Nian had no intention of stopping him. He didn't move, and Lu Mingfei wouldn't move either. The PPK filled with alchemical mercury-core bullets hung in front of him as if it weighed a thousand pounds, and he couldn't lift it no matter what.
stand up.
On the back of the boy, Lu Mingfei ridiculously saw a few familiar shadows. They were all so lonely, staggering on the icy road of loneliness, hoping to reach the end of the spring flowers.
The boy flew up, and in mid-air, the broken membrane wings continued to wave. He continued to rise into the air. This distance was almost beyond the PPK's shooting distance. The only one who could stop him now was Lu Mingfei, but Lu Mingfei had already lost it.
The pistol in his hand.
The boy successfully flew into the sky, and almost no one could be seen on the ground, only the burning mountain and the college.
He looked up at the bright moon and stars, searching blankly for the first direction in the sky. But he didn't know why he was lost and couldn't find his home. His brain was confused and lost its sense of direction... so he seemed a little anxious.
He finally escaped, but what should he do if he can't find his way home?
Then a lighthouse lit up, pointing the way home for the lost. The boy subconsciously turned around and saw the white light coming towards him, and he could only let the scorching light envelope him...
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On the top of the solitary mountain, Chu Zihang, who was exuding white vapor, sat far away from the high-energy laser turret. Next to the huge energy accumulator, he looked up at the tiny figure hit in the sky. There was no joy in his everlasting golden eyes.
There was no sadness, he just gently raised his hand and put it on his chest and closed his eyes due to the excessive use of Yan Ling.
The particle flow of the high-energy laser was fully charged, and it was fired in full for the second time, successfully hitting the King of Bronze and Fire, and this time it really brought him...death.
Finally, Constantine opened his hands in the light. I don't know if he was forced to do so by the power, or if he wanted to embrace something in the warmth. Maybe at the last moment he finally recalled the direction he was running for, heading towards
The other side of the sky opened its hands and gave that person a belated hug that could never be reached.
“Goodbye...brother.” He said tiredly.
The body on the membrane wings turned into powder and flew into the night sky behind him. The flexible dark golden bones of the dragon ignited a faint fire. He embraced the entire sky, and his burning eyes reflected the burning night sky over the city on the horizon, like
Filled with evening stars.
Dusk has arrived, and if death is just a long sleep, as my brother said, then he will continue to sleep in the endless night after dusk.
The high-energy particle flow dissipated, and the sky burned again, and a huge fiery red cross was hung. It was the last flame to see the king off.
Keel Cross.
The Lord of Bronze and Fire, Constantine, is confirmed dead.