After listening to Menek's report, Lord Mayek's face turned pale.

"Maybe it's a trap." Viscount Charlotte got up and grabbed his flintlock pistol, "a gift that doesn't cost money...... A gift from the devil. 「

"Send us a dragon. For what?" Lord Mayek looked up into Viscount Charlotte's eyes.

"Do you need to ask?" Marquis Gambet whispered.

Lord Mayek reached out and grabbed the black handbag beside him, which he never left was extremely heavy at the moment.

There's something more important to dragons than life. He slung his handbag to his chest and got up to leave, with two carriages underneath him, ready to go.

But he stopped again, opened his handbag, took out a black box from it, and handed it into the hands of Viscount Charlotte, still carrying the empty suitcase himself. He pulled out a delicate revolver from his bosom, pulled it open, and held it in his hand.

"Mayek, what do you want to do?" Viscount Charlotte grabbed the black box, his hands trembling slightly.

"I'll leave in a carriage, and he'll come after me, Charlotte, my old friend, and you'll hide here, and I'll lead him as far as I can, and a carriage for you, and you leave with your eggs, and go in the opposite direction from me, and even if it has wings, it won't catch up with you." Mayek said calmly.

The three of them glanced at each other, and reached out to shake each other in a rare way. They may not see each other again after they know this time apart.

The last three Iron Cross Roses of the Secret Party's elite Cross Rose Society will also wither, but this is nothing either, compared to those who fell earlier, they are considered lucky.

"Universities must be opened, and wars cannot be stopped. Whoever survives, our cause will continue." Lord Mayek concluded.

"And a thorough investigation of this incident, someone betrayed us to the dragons, find him!" Said the Marquis of Gambett.

"He's awake, and Ange is dead." Meneke looked at Lord Mayek and said, "We made a mistake, and it may be a trap."

The gentlemen of the Presbyterian church nodded at the same time.

"You all know the information of the Chinese seller, after this matter is over, find him and find out about it." Lord Mayek said.

"We may never find him again. The telegram just came that the cargo ship Queen Mary, which had sailed from the port of Hamburg, had been caught in a storm and capsized and sank, and the sea had swept the debris of the hull to the shore." "If it's a curse, then they haven't escaped it, and if it's a trap, they've been perfectly destroyed."

"The strength of the opponent is unforgettable," Lord Mayek scratched his gray hair and held out his hand to Menek, "before I could tell you that the Council of Elders has just passed a resolution, and after the Council of Elders is dissolved, you will become the leader of the new generation of the Secret Party, and then complete our business."

He turned his head to look at Viscount Charlotte and Marquis Gambet, "Now I declare the Council of Elders officially dissolved."

Menek was very calm about the sudden command, and he reached out and shook Lord Mayek, who turned and walked towards the carriage. ….

"Where are you going?" Menek asked behind his back.

Lord Mayek patted his black handbag and said nothing.

"Is that an egg?" Meneke asked Viscount Charlotte.

"If you survive, as the leader of the secret party, you will know all this." Viscount Charlotte patted the young man on the shoulder.

Menek watched the dark carriage leave. The heavy gates of the Kassel estate slowly opened, and the black steed neighed.

Menek's eyes suddenly flashed like the sun, and with a deafening roar, the entire courtyard floor was torn apart by the light of the fire, and everything was engulfed in flames in an instant.

In the firelight, a black shadow with wings behind it rose into the air, and the pair of bone wings were already covered with cyan skin and hideous iron scales.

It was the effect of the explosion of the explosives of the Black Sojin, and the dragons were intelligent creatures like them, and once this ancient dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years woke up, it would be in a short period of time

learned to use the most modern explosives.

He was not prepared to face the ambush outside, but tore through the ground as an exit. At this moment, the Chinese boy from ancient times hovered in mid-air like an angel, and with the majesty of an emperor, he looked down on the last secret party condescendingly, and the golden boy was faintly shining.

Viscount Charlotte couldn't help but reach out and hold his pocket, this subtle movement fell into Menek's eyes, and he immediately understood the intention of Lord Mayek's early departure.

But they failed, and there seemed to be a connection between the "egg" and the original dragon species beyond their knowledge, and the other party had locked on to who he wanted.

He flapped his wings and moved slowly, Menek and Lu Shanhiko standing between the dragons and Viscount Charlotte.

"Let's go! Walk! Let's go!" Menek roared, and the long knife of Atcan in his hand groaned and vibrate.

Longwei, the Longwei who tramples on everything and crushes everything.

This is the advantage of one civilization over another, an absolute victory.

"Can you still use the Spirit of Words?" Lu Shanyan lowered his voice.

"I can't." Menek felt that his confidence was crumbling, and the words he usually blurted out were rolling in his mind like a whirlpool, but he couldn't say it, and he felt that he was almost suffocating under the suppression of Long Wei.

Pedigree advantage.

Everyone in the secret party has dragon blood, and they have similar powers to dragons, but in front of this dragon nobleman with extremely noble blood, they are just lowly hybrids.

"You go." Lu Shanyan pushed Menek, "I'll buy time."

"I can't go, I'm the leader of the secret party now, what if I leave and I never see you again? I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life. Meneke said.

"It's because you're the leader of the secret party that you were asked to leave." Lu Shanyan turned his head to look at him, "I still have a way, I can not look at his eyes."

"You...... Can you still use the Spirit of Speech?"

"It's okay if you concentrate." Lu Shanyan said, "Hurry up, take Viscount Charlot and Marquis Gambet with you, and a carriage."

"Me, the ashes and the ghosts, and the young men, we don't have much time to buy."

"We'll stay too!" The chief and the tiger said, "It was supposed to save a life, and now it's nothing to throw it out." ….

"Then let's fight together," Lu Yamahiko nodded heavily, and the lives of all of them were like mustard tonight, "You go and cover the soot and support from a distance, and I and those young men will drag him head-on."

"Chief...... Tiger...... Goodbye, Yamahiko...... Goodbye." Menek whispered, hoarse, "Actually, I wanted to...... Help you kill the dragon you want to kill the most."

"He doesn't have to die, but his dragon seat will be overthrown by thousands of people, China will build a big city like Hamburg, steamships will sail from Yichang to the sea, railways will extend in all directions, and the Chinese will no longer smoke y***."

"Children can go to schools that the government pays for, and when you go to China, many people will speak English and German, and they will take you on a tour of China...... It's a beautiful place." Lu Shanyan said softly.

Menek knew Lu Shanhiko's greatest wish. He wanted to overthrow China's feudal monarchy and create a new China.

If it weren't for the retention of the secret party, Lu Shanyan would have already stepped on the ship to return to China, and he had a friend who wanted to plan the independence of China's southern provinces and then establish a united government like the United States, so he sent Lu Shanyan an invitation to join forces.

Lu Shanyan couldn't wait to go back and do something.

Now Lu Shanyan is about to die, his friends are still waiting for him across the ocean, and his hometown is still waiting for him.

Menek no longer hesitated, and used his body to cover the carriage of Viscount Charlotte and Marquis Gambet, and the four black horses pulling the cart neighed behind Lu Shanhiko.

The low chanting echoed in the darkness, and Lu Shanyan lowered his head, his long black hair fluttering in the wind.

"Speech Spirit: Scythe"!

"Yo, what a coincidence." Someone walked up slowly, "Just like me

of the spirit of words."

Lu Shanyan suddenly felt the sound of another scythe wind, the two scythe fields were superimposed, and he turned his head to see that it was the young man with long golden hair, with a pleasant expression, smiling at him.

"Why don't you discuss a battle plan?" The girl, who was too beautiful to speak, tilted her head and said.

"I think so." The grim boy nodded.

Lu Shanyan clenched the revolver in his hand, thinking wildly in his mind, it was almost impossible to stop this dragon with the strength of the eight of them, but the more impossible it was, the more they had to win with exquisite and extreme cooperation, a wonderful decisive battle like an eight-person dance.

"Hey, I said, do you feel an area in front of you where the weasel doesn't dare enter?" Caesar lazily plucked his ears.

Lu Shanyan was stunned for a moment, and the "sickles" danced wildly in the air, and these monsters living in the void collected every trace of information around them and brought them back to Lu Shanyan's ears.

But there was a circular space that they didn't dare to enter, they didn't dare to approach the dragon's side, and Lu Shanyan could clearly sense that there was a field about two meters in diameter around the dragon's side.

The scythes slammed into the boundaries of this inviolable realm, only to make a "hiss" sound as the fire burned a piece of light paper, and the scythes vanished.

"The King's Domain!" Lu Shanyan understood in his heart.

"The 'royal domain' that only kings have, these dragon princes known as the 'Four Great Sovereigns' have a spirit far stronger than ordinary dragons, and even if they don't use their words, the surging spiritual power will naturally form a small realm around them." ….

"It was their spiritual flame, and the power of ordinary words fell on that flame like a moth to a fire." Chu Zihang explained vigorously.

Lu Shanyan took a deep breath, he knew that he didn't have many opportunities, he stepped on the ground gently, and his body sank slightly.

Twenty years of Tai Chi cultivation since he was a child had an effect, and his heart sank to the bottom, stopping the water and not waves.

"Senior Brother Chu!" A tall figure of a cow and a horse galloped over, "Village Rain lends me a favor, and I'll escort Viscount Charlotte and them!"

"......" Chu Zihang was silent for a while, "Then what do I use?"

"Use this." Lu Mingfei suddenly appeared and threw him a long strip wrapped in a strip of cloth.

Chu Zihang grabbed it with his backhand, and the moment he held it, he recognized the thing in his hand, the legendary holy sword of King Arthur.

"If you want to defeat a god, you must first have a weapon that can kill a god."

"But I haven't been approved by it yet, and I'll only use Japanese swords, not Western swords." Chu Zihang frowned.

"Ahh

[Stable operation for many years, comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, old bookworms are using.]

"Usually one sister in one mouth, and at the critical moment...... you're not polite at all" Su Enxi muttered, "Forget it, just do as you say."

……

……

Horse-drawn carriages galloped in the darkness, and vast fields of alfalfa sped along the sides of the road.

In the carriage, Viscount Charlotte filled the breech flintlock pistol with gunpowder, and after silently compacting it, filled it with a round projectile of pure silver.

"Can you still hold the gun?" The Marquis of Gambet sat across from him, his face pale.

"I don't know." Viscount Charlotte tried to hold on to the handle of the gun, but apparently, his hand was trembling slightly.

The carriage shook, and the leading black steed stood upright, its front hooves kicking into the air, as if some unknown enemy was hiding there.

"Give me the light!" Meneke yelled.

The coachman sprang out of the carriage and threw the oil lamp from the front of the car at Menek, who poured all the oil from the lamp on his opponent's head, and the flames immediately surrounded him and illuminated him.

A Chinese, a strong northwestern Chinese, with a whip wrapped around his head, wearing a black poncho, and his lips were tightly sewn with blackened twine. It was the retinue of the Chinese merchant with whom they traded the coffin.

Everything is a scam, a trap, a free gift, that was sent to kill them.

What do you call it