As early as some time ago, Caesar's body has begun a series of phased adjustments, if you cut open Caesar's chest and abdomen, you can find that it is not a normal dragon heart at all, Caesar's life heart and energy heart, have been gradually fused together after a smooth transition period, and the delivery of blood is just a small part of the function of this unconventional heart, most of which are extremely hot reactors.

After a long period of precipitation, Caesar began to try to light the fire of fusion again, and now his body was ready to carry a more powerful source of energy, sweeping away all possible obstacles, and it stands to reason that nothing could stop Caesar from becoming stronger.

The fire in his body shrank and rose, different from his recklessness when he was on the verge of despair, under normal circumstances, Caesar was quite cautious when he took this step, after all, he wanted to make a nuclear weapon in his chest, and it was estimated that no one could remain calm.

He completely shut down the radiation response emitted by his body, keeping the rays firmly in his body, and then began to push the energy ceiling even more drastically, and after the energy curve reached a certain critical value, his fission furnace began to disintegrate and reorganize.

Fusion begins......

At the same time, at the docks on the west coast of the Black Wing Empire, batch after batch of merchant ships are arriving at the port, and the fledgling Northland has a great appetite and has a very huge demand for all aspects, so there are not many merchants who come to take risks to do business in order to take business opportunities.

In fact, as long as you take the right channels, the Northland trade is much safer than expected, and this experience has also brought a good reputation to the Blackwing Empire, making more fleets willing to use the Northland as a transit point when sailing, and the large flow of people will contribute to the prosperity of the port terminals, and the West Coast has begun to show this trend.

After the merchant ship arrived in Hong Kong, the tax officer in the black shirt and his assistants immediately looked for him, like a cat smelling fish, the West Coast Free Trade Zone is quite strictly regulated, the empire will guarantee your safety and rights, but before that you must pay taxes, maybe some merchants will take advantage of the law to find some means to avoid taxes, but don't even think about tax evasion.

Only taxes and death are inevitable – not even in the name of Woking.

Speaking of Woking, she and her followers are more than happy to do business with the Northlands, and the Empire, after considering everything, has also given some preferential treatment to the goddess, relaxing the policy, and agreeing to her followers to build a small temple in the free trade zone - but you have to pay money, everything on the West Coast is not cheap.

The ship's merchants quickly negotiated with the tax collector, and the Imperial officials inspected their goods and left satisfied after collecting their due taxes, but it should be emphasized here that the tax collectors were only responsible for calculating records and reports, and the Orcs and Boar people of the Empire's direct line were responsible for collecting money, which were not sensitive to money and were absolutely loyal, which could effectively prevent corruption from happening.

In addition to merchants, there were also many outsiders who migrated from all over the world on board, and after the gangplank was lowered, people carried all kinds of bags and walked down the trestle.

Most of these people were setting foot in this strange land for the first time, and their expressions were a little confused, and the urging of the sailors on the ship behind them only exacerbated their uneasiness, and in addition to that, what was even more frightening was the hideous aliens that could be seen everywhere.

The rise of this hybrid empire has attracted countless attention, but it is not humans who are most interested in it, but those alien races of all kinds, according to the incomplete statistics of the royal court, the alien races that pour into the Northland every day are not less than humans, or even more.

Under the push of the crowd, an old man with gray hair accidentally slipped under his feet, lost his balance, and was about to fall off the trestle, while the young man next to him grabbed his arm first and helped him stabilize his body.

"Be careful, Mentor."

The young man half-helped him down the trestle before he spoke, "We have arrived." ”

There is no personnel registration system in the Northland, at least not on the West Coast, but the guys who want to fish out of the way in the free trade zone have paid a lot of price, and even become a member of the wild skeletons - the official does not prevent the free trade zone from forming all kinds of industries, but you can't play tricks like roadblocks and robberies and forced buying and selling, but everyone who can play these is also some inconspicuous small roles, so they will soon disappear inexplicably.

"This is the Northlands?"

Corwitt drove the crowded harbor and straight open roads, and the exhaustion of his old age made the shipbuilder take a breath and sigh: "It's much more prosperous than I thought." ”

"Its ruler is a dragon, a black dragon." The young man looked up at the black flag flying high above: "I hope it will give us this opportunity." ”

……

The guards of the Blackwing Clan withdrew from the royal court, leaving their king time alone, and in the depths of the royal court, the terrifying monster with a body length of forty meters began to writhe, the temperature of the body surface was rising sharply, the dark red light was retracting and releasing on the scales, and in Caesar's body, the terrifying changes were proceeding in order.

The black dragon sneezed, the breath of fire coming out of his nostrils, and several catheters that had been in his body before, but had never come in handy, began to expand and contract, and the terrible substance was entering Caesar's heart along these tubes, which was the plutonium naturally extracted from Caesar's body.239

The energy response broke through Caesar's previous threshold.

As in the past, a violent explosion was produced in the black dragon's body, destroying all the tissues in his body like a hurricane, and then began to recover and reorganize, the black dragon let out a painful scream, and the tearing pain from the inside out was transmitted to the brain, stirring the mind into a mess, and the black dragon completely lost its ability to resist external threats.

Soon, however, the flame of fusion was completely ignited, and the sense of ease quickly replaced all sensory feedback, and the majestic energy poured out of the flame-like amorphous energy body, and began to pour into Caesar's body, and as time passed, the energy output became more and more stable, and gradually blurred, and finally merged with Caesar's super-sized heart.

Without falling into a deep sleep, the black dragon completed its evolution, and the short period of weakness passed in a flash, and soon Caesar was back on his feet and was able to move normally.

Powerful energy supports each of his cells, in fact, Caesar does not know, the fusion fire is just a symbol, the change is all-round, in this short and rapid evolution, he has completed the upward migration of the life level.

It is worth mentioning that after igniting the fusion fire, Caesar's body began to exude a pungent fragrance like dried roses, and his external manifestations were also in the midst of uncontrolled changes.

But if a plutonium dragon appeared at Caesar's side, he would already regard him as his newborn kind.