Going from the earth to the moon is not what many people think. You can get on a spaceship and reach the moon in a blink of an eye. It takes several days to fly in the vacuum of space.
With the last change of orbit, Constantine smashed straight into the barren ground of the moon. This is the back side of the moon, which is full of craters. The craters made by Constantine are as inconspicuous as small splashes of water.
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A red and white hand covered with scales stretched out from it. At this moment, after several days of flying, Constantine's body had gradually matured.
More pale bone spurs grew out of his elbows and knees, the dragon wings became larger, a pair of red dragon horns appeared on his forehead, and his hands and feet became more slender than before.
If Constantine still looked like a human before, now he has completely transformed into a monster. His once soft fingers have become tapered and bone claws have grown. One of the original five fingers has even disappeared, replaced by
It's a thicker claw.
This is the moon, there is no air, the temperature is extremely low, and there is a lack of moisture. For the creatures on the earth, this is a veritable death place. No creature can survive in such an environment.
This is not a suitable place for the dragons to live. Compared to the homeothermic mammals, the dragons are more similar to cold-blooded reptiles in some structures, which makes them less resistant to the lunar environment.
Faced with such a fantasy, Constantine instinctively wanted to fall asleep again, but his inner desire for his brother made him resist this desire, climbed out of the crater, and chose a direction to walk over.
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That was where Constantine felt Norton was. He stepped on this unfamiliar land, and the dragon's strong muscles allowed him to easily jump ten meters high and float out in the chosen direction.
Constantine obviously failed to adapt to the moon's gravity, which is only one-eighth of the Earth's. His body swayed in the air, rolled a few times and left a mark on his face, then stood up and continued moving forward.
White frost appeared around Constantine's facial features. The moisture in his body was losing and his body lacking oxygen became heavy, but for the dragon clan, this was not fatal.
Constantine felt that his body could not last long in this place before falling into a deep sleep, so he instinctively speeded up. After several ups and downs, Constantine saw an artificial man-made man in a crater.
Mark of.
The entire base is roughly a circle and is located in a crater. Due to the special nature of the base, there is no main entrance to the base. There is only one gate for the lunar rover to enter and exit, which is used to collect lunar soil samples and various parameters of the moon.
If it were not for the purpose of avoiding human eyes and ears, it would actually not be a good idea to choose the base on the back side of the moon. Meteorites would fall here from time to time, posing a threat to the safety of the base.
It was not until later, after a series of transformations, that this base was stabilized. It combined magic, alchemy, and technology. To put it bluntly, this base is a combination of the highest technology in the world, even if it takes another two hundred years.
, this base is also worthy of being placed in the annals of history.
But now, there is silence in the circular base in front of Constantine. The once brightly lit research area is empty. A few people are crowded in the control center, preparing to witness the arrival of another Dragon King.
According to the secret party's report, this base can be abandoned. The benefit of industrialization is that there is a constant supply of replaceable parts, and as long as Ender is around, it will only be faster to build an identical base.
Facing the huge metal creation in front of him, Constantine felt a little panicked for no reason. After walking around the base for a while, he saw an entrance.
The gate that once allowed the lunar rover to pass through was open, revealing the dark interior. The gate was not large and could accommodate two people passing through in parallel, but it was still somewhat shabby for Constantine, the Dragon King.
Constantine entered. Behind the gate was a small room, surrounded by walls full of technology. It was cold and rigid. The gate was closed a few seconds after he entered the room.
Along with the sound of inflation, a gas familiar to Constantine gradually appeared in the room. It was air, the source of life.
Twenty-one percent oxygen and 78% nitrogen combine together to form the necessary conditions for the existence of life.
Constantine stood in the center of the room, breathing deeply. He was absorbing the gas that once seemed normal, and his body's functions began to recover.
It seemed that the humans had no intention of imprisoning him. Half a minute later, the door in front of Constantine opened, and the light from the base shone in, hitting his distorted face.
Constantine walked forward, his brother was right in front of him. He sacrificed everything in the past and finally came here, but the tension in his heart became more and more intense. The dragon clan has a certain ability to predict. Constantine knew that no matter what he saw this time,
Whatever you see is probably not what you want to see.
The sharp claws scraped against the floor, and the creaking sound echoed in the empty corridor. Constantine moved forward so fast that the camera could only capture an afterimage.
Footprints were left on the solid floor. Constantine turned a corner and Norton was in front, he knew.
The claws made traces on the wall, and the sharp sound reached the ears of Old Tang in the ward. He was half lying on the bed, with a pillow behind his back, looking at the door of the ward with the same uneasiness.
Next to him, Lu Mingfei huddled under the quilt and quietly grabbed the one-handed ax that Ander returned to him. He knew that Constantine was coming soon.
With a creaking and twisting sound, the ward door opened with a large opening, split in two from the middle, and the cut was smooth and flat, like the sharpest blade cutting through tender tofu.
The light from the outside world was projected into the dark ward, illuminating the pitted and defeated face of Old Tang on the bed. Constantine's back was turned to the light, and his face was in darkness and blurred.
Click, click, click.
Constantine walked towards Old Tang. The ward was so quiet, only the sound of Constantine's twisted paws colliding with the ground was left.
"Who are you?" That was Constantine's voice. He was standing at the end of Old Tang's bed, and the light shone on his side face. Unlike his aggressive body, Constantine still had the appearance of a young boy.
"Theoretically, I should be your brother." Old Tang replied, with a smile on his face.
"No, you are not," Constantine raised his paw and crushed the guardrail at the end of the bed: "Mortals, don't overstep your bounds!"