Old Tang was glad that he happened to come to find Yuan Zhinu at this time tonight, otherwise it was very likely that he would be slapped in the neck because he was immersed in the interstellar battle.

I don't know who was so bold to come here to steal the keel while the head of the road was not there......

"Speaking of which, the bones left behind by dragons after death belong to the 'spiritual carrier of materialization', which can refine the fifth element, the 'Philosopher's Stone'......"

Holding the blaster in his hand, Old Tang suddenly walked up to the cross, perhaps the most precious dragon bone in the history of the half-blood, and met the silver-white skull.

The skull sockets, which are indistinguishable from human beings, are inlaid with crystallized eyeballs like gold beads, the nearly 1,000 fine and complex bones that make up the body are bound by bronze chains, and the two bundles of thin bones behind the back are wrapped in strips of linen written with blood-red scriptures, angels and demons, evil religions and divine creations, different elements combine to bring a visual impact.

"Brother."

Suddenly, Old Tang heard someone calling him softly.

He suddenly got goosebumps all over his body and looked around in horror—but nothing but him and the keel existed.

"Brother."

The call sounded again, as if from a faraway and unreachable land, filling the subterranean space.

Old Tang looked at the keel in horror, only to see the twin crystalline eyeballs in the skull lit up with a strange luster, as if they were staring directly at him.

“OH SHIT！”

He was so frightened that he retreated, and even forgot about the fact that he was holding a blaster in his hand, damn, even if this monster turned into bones, it couldn't be completely destroyed!

Wait, call your brother this bone, right? Is it possible to stage a second-rate stage play in which the elder brother who has lost his memory for a long time is awakened by the dry bones of his younger brother, and finally wants to find the boss for revenge!

Not to mention whether he could beat the captain of the passing, the owner of this bone undoubtedly belonged to the white eight-headed beast that woke up from the catastrophe in the dark night, and he felt that if Salted Egg Superman or Gundam didn't come to save Japan, it would be gone......

But I'm a pure mammal, and I have nothing to do with that kind of big monster!

"The fate of the so-called outcasts is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag 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. ”

Another voice rang out, a low, gentle male voice that seemed to be responding to the boy who called him.

Hell, with this kind of middle and second disease lines, the stage play becomes even more second-rate!

Old Tang complained in his heart, and his steps kept retreating to get away from the white king's keel cross.

"Brother...... When I raise the banner of battle and devour the world, will you eat me? ”

"Yes, then you will be with me, reigning in the world!"

What the hell is this line? Why did you suddenly develop in the direction of horror movies? The younger brother asked the elder brother to eat himself, is this family the one where the "sister carries the doll on her back"?

The air around him became a little stagnant, and Old Tang felt that his breathing was a little unsmooth, and there was a familiar aura that was infecting this underground space.

Nibelungen! It is being covered by the spiritual realm of the Nibelungen!

One of the highest powers of alchemy, "Space Creation", belongs only to the first generation of kings who wield the "primordial authority", and they were able to create the kingdom of the Nibelungen that did not exist in the mortal world.

It is rumored that the glorious history of the dragons in the past - the bronze pillars that recorded the history of the dragons on the ice sea, the bronze pillars that bound the white emperor, the palace of rules of the black emperor, the bronze city of the bronze and fire king, the Atlantis capital of the sea and water king, and so on...... These were buried in the Nibelungen, so they have not been discovered by humans to this day.

Old Tang used to go to the library on this topic to develop a relationship with a certain French beauty who was an alchemy mechanic in the name of "academic exchange", but for now, it seems that the development of the Nibelungen is further than his relationship with that beauty.

"You've forgotten a lot, Norton."

A cold female voice sounded, and the pure and complicated Long Wen looked at the majesty of the world.

Old Tang's eyes widened, and he looked in the direction of the dragon bone cross in disbelief - the alchemical instrument "Dragon Binding Rope" inherited from the ancient Chinese half-blood family had completely changed from bronze to fiery red, as if it had been burned red, and the alchemy living spirit inside let out a sharp and fearful hiss.

The spirit of the Dragon Bone Cross - or the White King is being revived!

If it was possible, Lao Tang immediately wanted to rush out and ask Yuan Zhinu to go to China to ask the head of the road to come back and suppress it, but it was obviously too late, as the great creation created by the Black King second only to himself, and the White King, who held the authority of the fifth element "spirit", even if he had become a dragon bone cross, he was not completely dead.

"Then let me help you regain your memory."

The ropes snapped, the broken metal chains fell to the ground, and the cold female voices became soft, singing ancient songs from the primeval era.

Old Don's escaping footsteps stopped, his expression distorted by 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 brighter than gold at this time, and the fiery red that danced like a flame constituted an extremely hideous shaft.

The sharp pain he had felt in Japan had been revived by the old song, and the invisible blade continued to churn at his brain, trying to dig out more of the dust.

Like what...... Memories of Norton, Lord of Bronze and Fire.

"By the way, hand over all the secrets you know, Norton. The origin of the will of the world, the ultimate alchemy, and the weakness of the Black Monarch...... Everything, everything. ”

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

The tyrannical mood of the first generation of kings was completely detonated, either in pain or anger, Old Tang raised his head and let out a roar, and the deafening roar of the dragon shook the entire mountain where the Kassel Academy was located!

An invisible thread stretched from the White King's keel to Old Don, or Norton's heart, who was kneeling on the ground and clutching his head.

The question of whether there is "blood kinship" within the dragon family has been discussed in the course of "Dragon Family Genealogy", and many professors also have personal understanding, but so far it is only speculation, after all, there is no dragon family with three generations in the same hall to give them an example.

At least, the current White King only wants to keep everything that the King of Bronze and Fire has for himself.

Swire Quanxian. Fate turns, and the forbidden spirit in the spiritual authority held by the White King can directly occupy the target's body with a strong spirit, and take all the memories of his experience as his own.

This is how he escaped from the absolute confinement of the Black King, and escaped to ancient Japan to recuperate with the help of a human shell.

There is no doubt that Norton in this state is the most perfect shell that can contain his body, and it does not take long to revive directly, and at the same time, he can still hold on to the authority of "bronze"!

"You're getting weak, Norton...... Who is Fingal? ”

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

Washed by the flood of memories of the endless years of His Highness Norton, there is a man named "Ronald. Don's memory seeds are struggling.

He wept, as if unwilling to fit into the world of tyrannical kings.

Ronald. Tang's life after waking up was very short.

Growing up in an orphanage, he felt inferior and lost when he was a child because he had no friends, and even small animals were reluctant to approach him, but the time he spent at the Kassel Academy was his happiest day.

Among them, the most important is his good buddy Fingal, who plays games with himself every day, goes to school to enjoy the girls' ballet and white stockings, and goes to the cafeteria to eat and drink with the black kahu of the head of the road......

Then there is the head of Lu Mingfei, although he is not a person at all from the "Mingming" who used to play interstellar, but he also has a gentle and reassuring invisible charm, that is, "The Emperor's Sacred Words" is a little difficult to memorize......

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

He raised his head and shouted:

"Emperor! Help me! ”

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

Just when the spirit of the White King wanted to bring Ronald. When Don's seed of memory was completely erased, he realized that there were others who had also entered this incomplete Nibelungen.

An old man in a dark purple robe with gray hair appeared at some point.

He was on a twisted cane of dead wood, his eyes were white, and the corners of his mouth were mysterious, and the first time humans saw him was that he was a wise scholar and master.

"You can go on. It's quite interesting. ”

"Who are you? I don't feel any breath from you. You're not human, you're not a dragon......"

The White King's voice became alert, and the crystalline eyeballs of the flaming golden flame in the 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." ”

……

"You ...... Who is it? ”

Holding on to the handrail, the young girl who struggled to move down the stairs under the almost faint mighty dragon power saw the figures of two boys.

A boy with a delicate face is wearing a small dark suit with a bow on the neckline that is as bright as blood.

After hearing Gen Zhinu's voice, he turned his head sideways and smiled slyly and waved hello to him.

The other ...... Gen Zhinu's vision became a little blurry when her eyelashes were wet with cold sweat, and he rubbed his eyes to see the other boy's face clearly...... It's a bit unbelievable.

He is very familiar with that appearance, since he was a child, he has been dependent on each other in the mountains, and the person he once hated and wanted to attach to the most is now the youngest director of the Japanese Executive Directorate and a ghost slayer.

"Brother...... Brother? ”

(End of chapter)