Caesar, Chu Zihang and others never expected that one day they would be able to get a thrill out of a speed skating event similar to rapids racing.
After a drop of Lu Mingfei's blood completely activated the snake's head, the snake's big mouth swallowed them all.
Then there was a sudden spin, and they appeared on a slide that was comparable to speed skating.
They didn't know what kind of material the slide was made of. It seemed extremely slippery and the speed was extremely terrifying. They could even feel the tearing strong wind during the fall.
However, Caesar and Chu Zihang were still restrained. Although this enhanced version of the rapids was very exciting, they both suppressed the shock in their hearts.
But Fingel seemed a bit too arbitrary.
Like a girl, this guy screamed the whole time, and his excited voice made it impossible to tell whether he was scared or simply excited.
As for Fingel, of course he was scared, to the point where he was about to urinate.
Who knows what is at the end of this rapid advance, but he is certain that it is definitely not the service lady in cool clothes, but most likely a ferocious dragon's mouth dripping with saliva.
When Fingel saw those gloomy white bones, he was still sighing, saying that he had entered the dragon king's lair. If the dragon king came to look for food, wouldn't it be a good time to give him a buffet?
But now it's better, this buffet is delivered directly to people's mouths.
As Fingel opened his mouth wide and screamed loudly, and the slide was too fast and the wind blew from his mouth, the screams were distorted into an undulating high and low pitch.
Relatively speaking, Lu Mingfei seemed extremely calm.
After all, I had already experienced it once in my previous life, so this time I just treated it as a joke.
At this moment, Lu Mingfei rested his head on his hands, as if he was really playing rapids.
Fingel, who was screaming, saw this scene inadvertently, and felt that the gap between him and his junior brother was not the slightest bit.
After five minutes of riding the rapids, several people entered another world again.
Fingel was shocked to find that under the huge inertial impact, he was thrown up high from the chute, and the next moment he was sitting on a huge bronze waterwheel.
And this kind of waterwheel is completely embedded in the rotating windmill, and it is still spinning.
this……
Dragon Palace is an amusement park?
Caesar and Chu Zihang were also a little confused, because like Fingel, they were sitting on another waterwheel.
They originally thought that the Dragon Palace should be an endless palace, with Greek-style sacred pillars reaching the sky or coiled dragon pillars. The magnificent hall was filled with murals symbolizing the achievements of the Dragon King.
There is a throne standing on the steps that are too high to reach.
After all, it can be inferred from the magnificent temple and the dense bones that the Dragon King Norton must be a ferocious and powerful Dragon King. How could such a thing not erect his majesty in the hearts of Wanlong.
But whether it's the rushing passage or the rotating windmill, no matter how you look at it, it still looks childlike.
This windmill is made of an unknown fabric, and it looks extremely comfortable to sit on. The windmill is driven by a waterfall flowing down from an unknown place.
Sitting on the windmill, with the breeze blowing, they looked into the distance. What was there was not a grand palace, but an old hut.
Lu Mingfei looked emotional because he knew that this was the place where Old Tang and Constantine once lived.
Several people got off the windmill and walked towards the hut.
Opening the door, the furniture inside is not only simple, it can be called simple.
Is this the Dragon King's palace?
Everyone present except Lu Mingfei had a look of astonishment on their faces.
Caesar Chu Zihang was simply shocked, feeling that the gap between what he had imagined was too big.
Fingel, on the other hand, felt a twitch in his heart and suddenly had a bad feeling.
He didn't expect that Dragon King Norton was even poorer than him. He was so poor that he couldn't open the pot.
Standing at the door, Fingel saw the oil lamp in the distance. Good guy, I originally thought that the lights in the Dragon Palace were all kinds of gemstones and crystals, but now it seems that he thought too much.
There is also the mottled old table, which doesn't even have a complicated inscription or imprint on it. It looks like an extremely ordinary table.
Chu Zihang, Caesar and others entered the house with curious faces and began to look around. Only Fingel stood at the door and refused to go in.
Because he didn't dare to go in, he felt that his dream was broken.
What did he come for?
Looking at the old and broken furniture, I couldn't help but feel sad. It seemed like he was here for archeology!
Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly, there was no one at home!
He originally thought that Old Tang would take Constantine here to reminisce about the past and talk about the past thousands of years ago, but he did not expect that there were no two people in the house.
A chaotic breath came from the distance. Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked through the window towards an unknown place.
There, he felt the aura of Old Tang.
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Also in this world, in a wasteland.
There are various unnamed alchemical objects piled on the ground, some of which look like small towers, and some of which resemble hammers. Grooves connect them to form a complex and mysterious altar.
In the center of the altar, there stood a wooden box.
I don't know what kind of material this wooden box is made of. When the light shines on it, it reflects a cold color, like some kind of tough alloy. There are various mysterious inscriptions engraved on the surface of the wooden box.
If any scholars and professors who study dragon literature see this scene, they will definitely be extremely excited.
Because these inscriptions are obviously dragon inscriptions, if they can be deciphered, it may advance the development of the hybrid world to several levels, because these dragon inscriptions themselves contain indescribable rules, just like those formulas in mathematics
The same can be used in all aspects of the scientific and technological field.
The value of these dragon texts is also the same.
Once it is cracked, it will definitely advance the development of the hybrid bloodline step by step. Maybe we can find a secret method for the evolution of the hybrid spirit, or a plan to suppress the madness of the hybrid bloodline.
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The roar of a dragon came from not far away, and a huge and ferocious figure leaped over, hovered over the altar for a while, and landed down.
This dragon is the dragon attendant guarding the Dragon Palace, with Old Tang and Constantine sitting on its back.
The dragon servant bowed down respectfully. The protruding bone spurs on his back were like steps. Old Tang and Constantine walked down these bone spurs.
After Constantine came down, he reached out and touched the dragon waiter's face.
"Thank you for your hard work." The little boy said softly.
The dragon servant slowly shook his head. Looking at the smile on the little boy's face, the dragon servant quickly lowered his head, looking a little embarrassed.
This posture is more like that of a shy girl.
After Old Tang walked behind the dragon, he walked straight to the altar in front.
He stroked those alchemical things one by one, as if feeling the lingering breath on them.
Everything here was arranged by him with his own hands. Now, thousands of years have passed and he has returned, but nothing here has changed.
Old Tang not only lamented that it all seemed like it happened yesterday.
Until we came to the wooden box.
Old Tang stretched out his hand and gently stroked the texture of the wooden box's surface. His movements were very light and gentle, as if he were touching beautiful skin.
A magical scene appeared.
With the caressing of Old Tang's palm, the texture on the wooden box began to shine, as if a hidden program had been activated.
Buzz!
A cheerful murmur came from the wooden box, as if a pet had seen its owner.
The wooden box began to tremble, and the burst of light became more and more dazzling, until the wooden box was completely shaken open, and seven weapons of different shapes fanned out from the wooden box, shining in the air.
It is a seven-handled sword.
From straight-edged swords with an elegant and unique shape, to heavy knives that can kill horses, as well as curved-edged Atkan swords, and daggers as short as forearms, these seven swords can see the world in terms of style alone.
Shadows of various swords.
These swords themselves contain ancient inscriptions, and bright light bursts out from the blades. Even if they are not actually used, you can still feel the terrifying power.
Heartbeats came from these swords, and they kept making sonorous sounds, like real living creatures, not dead weapons.
"Brother, what kind of weapons are these?" Constantine stepped forward and couldn't help but ask.
"They are refined punishment blades. They are used to deal with those who offend us. When the time comes, these swords will be used to cut them off." Old Tang said in a deep tone.
He once used his own original fire to completely kill the metal, and then resurrected it again, injecting spiritual elements. Finally, through reorganization and forging, he created these seven deadly weapons that can kill the Dragon King.
Of course, these weapons can also kill him.
These seven weapons represent the seven sins, namely anger, arrogance, envy, sloth, gluttony, lust and greed.
These seven sins also symbolize the different weaknesses of the seven kings. As Norton, Old Tang used his ultimate alchemy skills to create these weapons in order to judge his seven brothers.
The dragon inscriptions on the surface of the wooden box, translated from ancient Hebrew, mean, "The blood of all kings will end with the sword!"
Because at that time, Norton firmly believed that the Dragon Clan was a race that believed in absolute power. The so-called emotions were far less than the worship of power. They would not hesitate to launch wars, destroy and devour other dragons, and the prosperity of the Dragon Clan itself was closely related to the worship of power.
Decline and decline, in fact, has a long history under this tyrannical inheritance.
The Dragon Clan will always be the top race in the world, because they fight all the time, are cruel and iron-blooded. In the Dragon Clan, the fate of the king is actually to be killed by the new king, so as to inherit that majestic power.
So Norton created the Seven Deadly Sins with the purpose of becoming a being at the level of the Black King, superior to all dragons, and always sitting on the supreme throne unwaveringly.
Of course, this was Norton's original intention, but it was not the original intention that Tang insisted on.
Old Tang is indeed the Dragon King now, but he is not the cruel Norton, but the Dragon King who wants to protect his younger brother and the people he cares about.
He no longer had the so-called faith at the beginning, or in other words, his faith has changed as things have changed and people have changed. Now Old Tang just wants to live a happy and simple life, surrounded by people who love him and the people he loves.
That's enough.
As for the idea of dominating the world and becoming the supreme ruler, it no longer exists. It was Norton's dream, not his. Now he is Old Tang, and he will be Old Tang in the future.
Although as the Dragon King Norton also loves his brother Constantine deeply, that love is twisted. If he had to swallow Constantine in the end to reach the Supreme Throne, Norton would not hesitate to complete this ritual.
It's really ironic, obviously you love the other person deeply, but in the end you have to end the other person with your own hands.
This is the sick and twisted world of dragons.
Once the Black King was devouring the White Queen, the Black King let out a roar of pain. He had nowhere to vent his sorrow. In the end, he could only fly to the top of the sky, then fall to the bottom of the sea, breaking through layers of winter that were harder than diamonds.
The ice hit it repeatedly seven times.
Dragons are so twisted and sick. While they brutally devour the people closest to them to gain strength, they also mourn each other with unforgettable sadness.
This is not hypocrisy, this is a crazy and pathological phenomenon.
Therefore, there is no way that Old Tang will become Dragon King Norton. It can be said that Dragon King Norton is dead, dead forever. Now living is a brand new Dragon King, his name is Old Tang.
Old Tang stroked these swords, and then casually pulled out the Fury from the wooden box.
This knife is so wide that once it explodes, it can even split a person in half.
It was an angry blow.
In the future, Old Tang will take Constantine and his beloved girl Ying to travel around the world. On this road to happiness, he doesn't know how many dangers and accidents he will encounter.
But no matter what dares to stop him and harm his family, it will definitely bear this furious blow.
With the outbreak of this belief, Fury was like a mad dragon that came to life completely. It roared ferociously, and anything that dared to get close to it would be chopped to pieces.
In the distance, the dragon servant was bowing his head to drink the water from the lake. His huge golden eyes flashed with fear, as if he was frightened by the aura on Old Tang's body.
In fact, in the Dragon Warrior's heart, he has always been afraid of Old Tang. After all, Old Tang is the Dragon King Norton. Even among the Dragon Kings, Norton is the most ferocious one.
The dragon servant couldn't help but tremble, fearing that Old Tang would slash at her with the fury in his hand.
But when it came to that moment, let alone her inability to resist, even if she had the strength, she would not dare to take action, because the king's majesty was something that a dragon servant like her could never offend, so she could only bear it forcefully.
This cut.
"Don't be afraid, brother will not attack you."
A gentle hand gently placed on Long Shi's body.
She turned her head and saw Constantine's clear smiling face, and the fear in the dragon servant's heart suddenly reduced a lot.
"By the way, what's your name?" Constantine asked curiously.
Long Shi shook his head.
"Then have you been here for many, many years?" Constantine continued to ask with sympathy on his face.
The dragon servant slowly lowered his head, a look of loss flashed in his huge eyes.
"You are here alone, do you feel lonely..." After a moment of silence, Constantine said solemnly.
At this moment, the dragon servant completely lowered his huge head, and teardrops as big as millstones rolled down from his eyes, wetting Constantine's whole body.