In Tokyo Bay, Ender's body fell weakly on the sea surface, turning into a human form in the light. His feet stepped on the water, just like the Holy Son in Christian rumors, but that was just the magical effect of walking on water.
Lu Mingfei flapped his wings and followed Ander. Ander turned around and looked at Lu Mingfei's unfamiliar face: "Should I call you Mingfei or Number Zero?"
"Brother is going to take a nap, I'll take over the shift." Lu Mingfei, no, it should be said that No. 0 said hello to Ender, and then looked at Bai Wang who was smashed at the bottom of Tokyo Bay, his eyes were deep,
Crossing the rough sea, I saw the sealed White King below.
"Since you're here to take over, help fish up that thing below." Ander sighed, turned and walked towards the beach of Tokyo Bay. The shambling figure looked so weak, but Zero turned his head with disdain.
The white body is like an agile dolphin, jumping into the water.
Ender heard the sound of falling into the water, and his rickety body straightened instantly, but his face was a little disappointed, and he whispered: "I thought he would take the opportunity to attack me."
The location of the battle was not far from the shore. Ender was sitting on the shore. Next to him was a drawn magic circle, dotted with exquisite gems and dragon blood from Ender himself. His yachts lined the Tokyo Bay.
Zhong looked into the distance and saw a boy lifting a huge monster to the surface of the water.
The dark clouds and black fog in the sky were gradually dissipating, and a ray of afternoon sunlight shone on the marble-like body. His skin was shining, full of vitality.
It would be better if it didn't have those disgusting white scales and ugly wings.
Ender thought so.
The nature of human beings is double-standard, and Ander, the brass dragon, is no exception. He really thinks that Lu Mingfei's appearance is not good-looking. To be honest, he is only a little better than Deadpool. He always reminds Ander of himself.
A white dragon I once encountered.
From a distance, Lu Mingfei flew over carrying the body of the White King. Now the White King was in a very strange state. The power from another Dragon King was raging in his body. The violent bronze and the Fire King's divine power were rampaging to stop him.
With his rebirth.
"This look reminds me of a little guy." Ender looked at Zero with a smile. This state was very similar to that of Zero who was sealed by Kungunir, but Ender did not intend to let the White King continue to be so comfortable.
Go down.
Number Zero turned his head and sat down cross-legged, with a slight weakness in his voice: "Mr. Ander, I leave it to you."
"What, you're going to die?" Ender dragged the white king's body: "Then I'll open a champagne to celebrate."
Zero ignored Ender's teasing and just continued: "You are a very powerful guy. You broke my script and made my brother different. I don't like my current brother very much, but this is not bad..."
"Then your script is really bad," Ender tilted his head: "I'm very curious about what you monsters were thinking back then, and how did that black guy named Nighold create you guys.
"
Zero did not answer Ender's question, but talked about something else: "Mr. Ender, do you believe in prophecies?"
"Believe it or not," Ander's answer was very smooth, with a hint of the Mao Dun Literary Award, and a hint of man's victory over nature: "It depends on whether the prophecy is beneficial to me."
"The dragon clan is a group of pitiful abandoned clans. Their eyes can see the past and the infinite future. The future of every dragon clan is destined to die. It has been doomed since birth, or even before birth."
Zero's eyes were so profound. He sat on the ground, frowned, changed his posture, sat sideways, and continued: "Everything is recorded on the bronze pillar in the center of the city. When you raise your head every day,
Then you can see your own birth and death. In that case, what’s the point now?”
"It sounds like you pseudo-dragons have turned into a bunch of nihilists, so you destroyed yourself?" Ender scoffed mercilessly: "In a sense, you are probably stupid."
Zero raised his head, the sun was dispersing the strange smoke, the wind and rain began to subside, and the light pillars produced by the Tyndall effect appeared in the foggy sky. Everything looked like surviving after a disaster.
"So I'm very happy. Breaking the established script may be a good thing for me. Mr. Ander, you did a good job, you did a good job."
Zero was chattering, but his voice was getting lower and lower: "If it were you, the final ending might be better?..."
Ander turned around and saw Lu Mingfei's body lying on the ground, snoring loudly. Ander rolled his eyes helplessly and threw the sealed White King into the sacrificial circle.
The magic power was slowly released, and the huge White King's body began to twitch. A white crystal gradually precipitated from the keel cross inserted into the White King's chest from his shoulder. A strange force rushed from behind Ander and penetrated into the White King.
's body.
At this moment, the sleeping humans in Tokyo began to wake up. The crowd panicked and screamed in terror, accompanied by the honking of vehicles and the chaotic electronic noise from the radio.
And all of this had nothing to do with Ender. The White King in the circle was trembling, and his beast-like eyes suddenly became more clear-headed. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Ender who was squatting next to him.
"I still lost," a somewhat familiar voice said from King Bai's mouth: "It is still too reluctant to rely on humans to master the power of gods..."
"Okay, shut up," Ender ruthlessly stopped what the other party wanted to say: "We are not a sensational movie, and I am not interested in hearing your last words."
The White King, or Hans, ignored Ender's sarcasm and continued: "What we are pursuing is the evolution of life, but we have forgotten that the direction of life evolution is not to become strong, but to survive."
"That's great. A bunch of illiterate people who haven't even learned the theory of evolution started a cult. No wonder you are like a third-rate villain." Ender raised his eyebrows: "Speaking of which, does your sect have a name? It's always called itself.
Church sounds stupid."
Hans grinned, as if he wanted to laugh, and finally looked up at the sky that was beginning to clear up, and replied: "The sect has no name, we are just a group of fools who want to transform into dragons... lunatics... people who seek the truth, if the secret party is determined
If you want to call us by a proper... name, let's call us the Iwo Sect."
"Ivo? Evolve?" Ender shrugged: "It's really bad. I thought you could speak German."
"The author of the theory of evolution is British." Hans forced himself to say the last sentence, and then his body began to melt greatly, turning into white mud on the ground and a fragmented brain.
On the dragon bone cross, a white gem appears at the top, shining like a star in the sun.