"Mance, calm down!" Ange's voice came over the intercom, "Akadulla and Carl are a bit of a jerk, but they never make such mistakes when it comes to equipment. ”

Mance Rundstedt also calmed down at this time.

"Yes, that's right, I've used the special lifeline made by the equipment department so many times, and there has never been a problem, even if there is an earthquake underwater, it is impossible to affect the lifeline." Mance Rundstedt suddenly thought of a possibility, and his expression became increasingly frightened.

When the lifeline was pulled up, looking at the neat fracture, Mance Rundstedt's face was a little gloomy: "Could it be ...... In addition to Ye Sheng and Aki in the water...... And others...... Or ...... There are dragons! ”

The other end of the intercom was silent for a moment.

"I'll leave right away, I'll be there in an hour, hopefully the kids will last an hour."

Mance Rundstedt didn't speak, he didn't know what to say and just scratched his head frantically, but even if he scratched his hair, he couldn't figure out what to do.

He knew in his heart that Ye Sheng's physical condition under the water was extremely poor, even if they could survive in the hands of that unknown enemy for an hour, Ange might not be able to rescue them.

Ange is indeed the strongest dragon slayer of the Secret Party, but underwater, even if he has a rebellious spirit like Time Zero, what can he do? The huge resistance in the water will make his strength a discount. And even if Ange succeeds in killing the enemy, with Ye Sheng's current physical condition, whether he can swim to the surface is a big problem.

Mance Rundstedt looked at the bottomless river, and without any faith, he silently prayed to God on the deck.

In the Bronze City

In the vast dormitory of the King of Bronze and Fire sits countless sub-halls, which have not been cleaned for two thousand years, but they are spotless. And in an inner hall that looked extremely luxurious, it was covered with white silk threads, like cocooned silkworm chrysalis, standing quietly on a bronze throne.

However, this is not the cocoon of the lowly silkworm chrysalis, but the cocoon of the dragon king.

There are two thrones in the inner hall, and on the other throne to the left of the cocoon, a man sits quietly, stretching out his hand to caress the white cocoon, and his eyes are full of tenderness.

"Konstantin." The man's deep voice echoed through the inner sanctum.

"I once said, 'The fate of the outcasts is to cross the wasteland, raise the banner again, and return to their homeland. Death is not terrible, it is just a long sleep. Before I can devour the world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to trek alone. We will still wake up. ’

Now that I have awakened, I will also raise the banner again, and you should stand by my side and devour the world together. Now, it's time for you to wake up.

Wake up, Constantine, and let us reign in the world! ”

The white cocoon began to tremble, and the sound of a heartbeat like a war drum appeared in the cocoon, strong and powerful.

The man untied the straps around his body and removed the contents from his back. It was a rectangular box. The man placed him on the ground, and the box collided with the ground with a low, metallic sound.

The man gently stroked the box, which was engraved with a phrase in ancient Hebrew, which he had carved with his own hand.

The blood of every king shall end with the sword.

Skillfully pulling open the hidden metal plate under the groove above the box, the parts in the box slid out with the sound of Qingyue, and spread out in a fan.

The box slowly opened, and seven swords lay quietly inside.

The quaint eight-sided Han sword, the heavy Tang sword, the huge heavy sword, the single-edged sword, the broad-edged Kramer sword, the curved-edged Yatkan sword, and the rib gap that is only the length of the forearm, all kinds of world-famous swords in history are readily available.

The man removed the rib, which was only the length of his forearm, and the blade was engraved with intricate and esoteric patterns, and the edge of the blade shimmered with a dark golden light.

The moment the man's hand grasped the hilt, the rib difference began to change. The blade began to tremble, as if a heart was beating buried in the blade.

The dark gold on the blade had just turned into brilliant gold, flowing along the blade, the speed of the flow became faster and faster, and the trembling of the blade became more and more powerful, which was the excitement of seeing the master after a long slumber.

"Be quiet."

The man whispered, and the trembling of the blade stopped, giving in to the man's command. Then, the man clenched the blade of the knife in his left hand and swiped it fiercely, and drops of crimson blood fell onto the white cocoon.

"Dedicate my blood and bones to the great Majesty Nidhogg, who is the supreme, powerful, and virtuous being, ruling the whole world with his destiny."

He slammed his force, and all the ventricles and atria contracted with all their might, squeezing blood out of his body in a way that was impossible for humans to do, and flowing down the wound in the palm of his hand. But the man still felt that it was too slow, and pressed his hand directly on the white cocoon, and the white cocoon stretched out silk threads and gently wrapped around the bleeding hand, with gentle movements, as if caressing the wound. However, the blood also seeped into the cocoon with these silk threads.

The heartbeat in the cocoon became more and more violent, and white silk threads burst out of the cocoon, starting from the doors and windows of the temple to spread wildly towards the other branch halls.

Watching the change in the cocoon, the man nodded in satisfaction and stood up. The white silk threads that spread wildly and devoured everything did not mean to hurt him, but they closed the door and windows of the temple in an instant, as if they didn't want the man to leave.

"I'm still asleep, but subconsciously unwilling to let me go?"

The man shook his head and looked back at the white cocoon.

"Konstantin, you should grow up, this is a test for you, a test to prove that you are qualified to hold the battle flag high for me behind me, a test to prove that you are worthy to reign the world with me!"

As the words fell, the white silk thread reluctantly let go of the blockade of the temple door, watching the back of the man leaving step by step.

"I'll be outside the Bronze City, watching you, don't disappoint me, brother."

Listening to the man's name, white silk threads danced in the inner sanctum, as if in joy, and then he sealed the inner sanctum again.

The man left through the secret passage of the dormitory, and in a matter of moments, he had already reached the outside of the Bronze City.

With his "power", he could know everything that happened inside the outside of the Bronze City, whether it was Konstantin's excitement just now or the two intruders. This test is not so much to prove whether Konstantin is qualified to fight alongside him, but to eradicate his cowardice and naivety.

is just like the scolding that faced him in front of Jörmungård 10,000 years ago, to put it bluntly, it is just a hatred for his younger brother's cowardly character.