Chapter 190 Emperor, Save Me!

Old Tang was glad that he happened to come to see Yuan Zhennu at this time tonight, otherwise he would have been immersed in the interstellar battle and would have been choked without even knowing it.

I don’t know who was so bold as to come here to steal the dragon bone while Captain Lu was away...

"Speaking of it, the bones left behind after the death of dragons are 'substantial spiritual carriers' and can extract the fifth element 'Philosopher's Stone'..."

Old Tang held the bolter in his arms and suddenly walked up to the dragon bone cross, which was perhaps the most precious in the history of hybrids, and looked at the silver-white skull.

The eye sockets of the skull, which are no different from humans, are inlaid with eyeballs that are crystallized like gold beads. The nearly a thousand fine and complex bones that make up the body are bound by bronze chains. The two bunches of thin bones spread out behind are covered with linen cloth with blood-red scriptures written on it. The combination of different elements, including angels and devils, evil religions and sacred creatures, brings a visual impact.

"elder brother."

Suddenly, Old Tang heard someone calling him softly.

Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body, and he looked around in horror - but apart from him and the dragon bone, nothing else existed.

"elder brother."

The call sounded again, as if coming from a distant and unreachable place, filling the underground space.

Old Tang looked at the dragon bone in fear, only to see the pair of crystallized eyeballs inside the skull glowing with a strange luster, as if they were staring directly at him.

"OH SHIT!"

He was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. He even forgot about the bolter he was holding in his hand. Damn it, this kind of monster can't be completely killed even if it turns into bones!

Wait, this is the skeleton that you call your brother, right? Could it be that we should stage a second-rate stage play in which an elder brother who has lost his memory for a long time is awakened by his younger brother's withered bones and finally seeks revenge from his boss?

Putting aside whether he could defeat Captain Lu, the owner of this bone undoubtedly belonged to the eight-headed white beast that woke up from the catastrophe in the dark night. At that time, he felt that if Superman or Gundam didn't come to the rescue, Japan would be destroyed. Gone……

But I am a pure mammal, and I have nothing to do with that big monster!

"The so-called fate of abandoning one's family is to cross the wilderness, raise the battle flag again, and return to the hometown. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can swallow this world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone. We will still wake up Come."

There was another voice, a low and gentle male voice that seemed to be responding to the boy who called him.

Heck, with this kind of chuunibyou lines, the stage play becomes even more second-rate!

Old Tang complained in his heart, and kept retreating to stay away from the White King's keel cross.

"Brother... when you raise the battle flag and devour the world, will you eat me?"

"Yes, then you will be with me and rule the world!"

What the hell is this line? Why did it suddenly develop in the direction of horror movies? The younger brother lets his elder brother eat him. Is this family the one with the "sister carrying a doll on her back"?

The surrounding air became a little stagnant, and Old Tang felt that his breathing was a little unsmooth. A familiar atmosphere was infecting this underground space.

Nibelungen! This place is being covered by the spiritual realm of the Nibelungs!

One of the highest alchemical powers of "space creation" belongs only to the first-generation seed kings who hold "original authority". They can create the Nibelungen country where there is no mortal world.

It is rumored that the glorious history of the Dragon Clan in the past - the huge bronze pillar that stood on the ice sea and recorded the history of the Dragon Clan and bound the White Emperor, the Palace of Rules of the Black Emperor, the Bronze City of the King of Bronze and Fire, the ocean and water The Atlantean capital of the king, etc... These are all buried in the Nibelungs, so they have not yet been discovered by humans.

On this topic, Old Tang often went to the library to deepen his relationship with a certain French beauty who studied alchemy and mechanics in the name of "academic exchanges." However, as of now, it seems that the development of Nibelungen is better than that of him and that beauty. Feelings go one step further.

"You've forgotten a lot of things, Norton."

A cold female voice sounded, and the pure and profound dragon text carried the majesty of looking down upon the world.

Old Tang's eyes widened and he looked in the direction of the Dragon Bone Cross in disbelief - the alchemy tool "Dragon Binding Rope" inherited from an ancient Chinese mixed-race family had completely transformed from bronze to fiery red, as if it had been burned red. , the inner alchemist screamed with sharp fear.

Dragon Bone Cross - or the spirit contained within the White King is reviving!

If he could, Old Tang would immediately want to rush out and ask Yuan Zhennu to go to China and ask Captain Lu to come back to suppress it, but it was obviously too late. As the great creation second only to himself created by the Black King, he is in charge of the fifth element "spirit". The powerful White King is not completely dead even though he has turned into a dragon bone cross.

"Then let me help you revive your memory."

The dragon-binding rope broke inch by inch, and the broken metal chain fell to the ground. The cold female voice became soft, singing an ancient song from the ancient era.

Old Tang's escape stopped. His expression became distorted due to the severe pain, and his consciousness and vision continued to heat up.

If there was a mirror, he would find that his eyes were a hundred times more dazzling than gold at this time, and the fiery red color beating like a flame formed an extremely ferocious vertical line.

The severe pain he had felt in Japan revived because of the ancient song, and the invisible blade continued to churn his brain, trying to dig out more dusty things.

For example...the memory of Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire.

"By the way, hand over all the secrets you know, Norton. The origin of the world's will, the ultimate alchemy, the weakness of the Black Lord... everything."

The White King's keel cross raised his head, his crystallized eyeballs ignited with golden flames, and the countless dense bones on his chest opened up, like a black hole filled with white fangs.

The tyrannical emotions of the first-generation species king were completely detonated. Either in pain or anger, Old Tang raised his head and roared, and the deafening roar of the dragon shook the entire mountain where Kassel Academy is located!

An invisible line extended from the White King's keel to Old Tang, who was kneeling on the ground and covering his head - or Norton's heart.

The issue of whether there is "bloodline affection" within the Dragon Clan has been discussed in the "Dragon Family Genealogy" course. Many professors also have personal understandings, but so far they are all just speculation. After all, no one has three generations under the same roof. The dragon clan came to teach them the Dharma with their own example.

At least, the White King now only wants to take everything of the Bronze and Fire King as his own.

The ancient power appears. The fate turns, and the taboo spirit in the spiritual power controlled by the White King can directly occupy the target's body with a tyrannical spirit, taking all his experiences and memories as his own.

In this way, He escaped from the Black King's absolute imprisonment and escaped to ancient Japan to recuperate with the help of a human body.

There is no doubt that Norton in this state is the most perfect body that can accommodate Him. He can be resurrected directly without a long time at all, and at the same time, he can still hold on to the power of "bronze"!

"You have become weak, Norton... who is Fingel?"

The cold voice was a little displeased, and he was slightly hindered.

Under the torrent of memories named His Highness Norton's endless years, there is a memory seed named "Ronald Tang" struggling hard.

He was crying, as if he didn't want to merge into the world of the tyrannical king.

Ronald Tang's life after he woke up was very short.

He grew up in an orphanage. When he was a child, he felt inferior and lost because he had no friends and even small animals were unwilling to approach him. The time when he entered Kassel Academy was actually his happiest day.

The most important one is his good friend Fingel. He plays games with me every day, goes to school to admire the girls' ballet postures and white stockings, goes to the cafeteria to brush Captain Lu's black khaki and eats and drinks...

Then there is the leader Lu Mingfei. Although he is completely different from the "Ming Ming" who played in StarCraft before, he still has a gentle and reassuring invisible charm, but "The Holy Word of the Emperor" is a bit difficult to memorize...

Just when the White King's spirit wanted to completely erase this ridiculous and boring memory, Ronald Tang's memory seed suddenly burst out with unexpected power. Norton's own will was revealed by the White King's ancient power. In the suppressed situation, he actually regained control of his body for a moment.

He raised his head and shouted:

"Emperor! Save me!"

"Ridiculous last words are just like your ridiculous memories."

Just when the White King's spirit wanted to completely erase Ronald Tang's memory seeds, he realized that there were other people who had entered this incomplete Nibelung.

An old man with gray hair wearing a dark purple robe appeared from the side.

He was leaning on a twisted dead wood cane, his eyes were white, and there was a mysterious smile on his lips. When humans saw him for the first time, they would only think that he was a wise scholar and master.

"You can go ahead. This is quite interesting."

"Who are you? I can't feel any breath from you. You are not a human or a dragon..."

King Bai's voice became alert, and the crystallized eyeballs burning with golden flames in the eye sockets of the skull stared at him.

"I don't even belong to this world."

The old man smiled, but then the smile on his face froze slightly, "It seems that besides me, there is another guest who does not belong to this world."

…

"who are you?"

Holding on to the handrail, Yuan Jingmei, who was struggling to move down the stairs under the almost dizzying majesty of the dragon, saw the figures of the two boys.

A boy with a delicate face was wearing a small dark suit with a bow on his collar as bright as blood.

After hearing Yuan Zhennu's voice, he turned his head and smiled slyly, waving hello to him.

The other one... The girl Yuan's eyelashes were wet with cold sweat, and her vision became a little blurry. He rubbed his eyes and saw the appearance of the other boy clearly... a little unbelievable.

That appearance was all too familiar to him. They had been dependent on each other in the mountains since they were children. The person he once hated and wanted to be attached to the most was now the youngest director of the Japanese Executive Bureau and a ghost slayer.

"Brother...brother?"