Caesar seems to have gone back to before he was born.

The water pressure was like a tight membrane, and the walls of the swaying red cavity were above his head, and the warm water wrapped around him, and every breath was hard and exerting.

I don't know which philosopher said that death is just another kind of rebirth.

The red cavity wall is actually the inner wall of the reptilian mouth, and the dragon's teeth pierce the body like daggers, fixing him to the dragon's lower gums. The only thing that saved Caesar from being swallowed in one bite was the boy in his arms. The eyes of the dragon king Konstantin were closed, his body temperature was unusually high, and the boy's face had scales open and gill quivering to inhale the flow of water.

No matter how well disguised they are, monsters are still monsters.

Caesar's fingers clasped the half-broken hunting knife. The dragon seemed to sense what he wanted to do, and a terrifying roar came from deep in his throat. It was already very close to the Bronze City, and the living spirits on the walls loomed.

Far enough.

Lu Mingfei should have already boarded the ship.

Then it's time to do it here......

The neck of the dragon king is thin and slender, and the blood-colored pattern sticks out from the neckline, like a bewitching mandala. But Caesar did not forget his terrifying figure floating in the air like a demon god. Fortunately, the heavy body of water blocked his strength, and the lack of oxygen deprived him of consciousness, which made it extremely easy to slay the dragon that should have killed and injured countless people. It's time to put an end to all this, even if it's just one, the Bronze Project can't just fail.

Caesar swallowed the last breath of thin oxygen and pressed his left hand against Constantine's artery.

Perhaps because of the lack of oxygen, strange thoughts popped up in my head.

Will Nono be sad when he dies? Who will attend his funeral? Which picture will hang on the wall of Valhalla?

What will be written underneath the photo?

Caesar. Gattuso, the first student council president of the Kassel Academy to kill the dragon king.

Doesn't sound bad.

Caesar laughed silently under the water.

A loud thunderous sound suddenly came into his mind, as if someone was chanting an ancient incantation in a dark palace. Longwen? Is it Norton? As if the king's edict, an irrepressible tremor swept through his body, and the hunting knife slipped out of his hand and fell straight down.

No.

Caesar reached out and grabbed only the rushing water.

It's terrible.

Now he is probably the first student council president of the Kassel Academy to be drowned.

Caesar's heart rippled with bitterness.

Inexplicably, he remembered the question in his dream: Are you an emperor or a knight?

Knights died to protect their honor, and the emperor forged his own crown with blood and fire. Do you want to make others or step on the corpses of others to reach the top?

Now he has the answer. He didn't want to choose either one.

No one can define his identity.

He will prove himself with his own blood.

Caesar. Gattuso would not succumb to the so-called fate, even if he had nothing.

With his last strength, Caesar pulled out a vacuum tube, which was originally the high-purity dragon's blood used to enter the Bronze City. According to the professors, the awakening ritual of the dragon king Constantine was too hasty, his ability was not yet stable, and coupled with the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone that had been punched into his body, a milliliter of "key" was enough to detonate his bloodline.

The water was getting warmer and hotter, and Konstantin's face began to show signs of struggle, Caesar pulled the mechanism, and the built-in syringe began to draw blood. His vision narrowed, the edges blurred and blackened, and the red was creeping in, and Caesar knew his time was running out. He had to ...... as soon as possible Before death.

"That's enough."

His mother's voice sounded in his ears, gentle and stern.

"You've done enough, take a break."

A hand caressed his back with reassuring force.

It's familiar, and it's strange.

He tried to keep his eyes open, but all he could see was chaotic darkness, and the pressure of the water and blood finally made him lose sight.

He could only feel that someone had taken the silver vacuum bottle from his hand, and Caesar did not resist.

"Mom, I miss you so much." Caesar muttered silently.

After so many years, he thought that he had grown up and was already a real man. But before he died, he found that he was still the boy lying in bed waiting for his mother's kiss.

Caesar closed his eyes.

At the last moment, his heart calmed down.

No anger, no unwillingness, no fear.

He just waited quietly.

Until death imprinted the last kiss on his forehead.

.

"Good work." Lu Mingfei said.

Caesar fell into Lu Mingfei's arms, his hands on her shoulders, his head resting on her shoulders, his eyes closed and he didn't say a word. His wounds had deteriorated severely, his body temperature was low, and he could have died at any moment.

Lu Mingfei looked down at his sleeping face, but his expression was serene like a carefree child, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Big brother, don't spoil your brain because of lack of oxygen......"

Lu Mingfei reached out and pressed Caesar's wound, her right eye flashing with golden light, as if breathing. The same golden flame floated through Caesar's wound, and his body became hot for a moment, as if there was not blood but magma flowing in his veins.

Caesar let out a muffled grunt of pain and began to cough violently. Lu Mingfei hurriedly stuffed the respirator into his mouth.

It wasn't until Caesar's breathing was steady and the light on his body began to fade that the dragon hovering on the side had the courage to roar, staring at Constantine hanging on Lu Mingfei's other shoulder, but it only lingered and did not dare to approach.

It was as if there was an invisible "domain" centered on Lu Mingfei, and it did not dare to step into this realm, just like a hyena did not dare to step into the territory of a lion alone.

"Come on."

Lu Mingfei took the initiative to greet the dragon.

Unparalleled power erupted within her body, a power that was so high that it was even above the world gave her an illusory confidence, as if heaven and earth were going to make way for her.

"Take me back to the Bronze City." Lu Mingfei said.

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The girl hid among the debris in the cargo hold, the silver-gray bladed diving knife with a vinyl handle clinging to her thigh, and the blazing breath lingered in the aisle, unscrupulously announcing her existence.

Even without profiling, Nono can tell the path of the intruder. Of course, it's one thing to judge, it's another thing to not be able to beat.

Fortunately, she did well in her battlefield survival class, and with the help of the terrain and traps, Nono barely managed to drag the dragon in the cabin.

Standing against the container in a regular manner, Nuno said what she did, up to making Molotov cocktails down to tying tripwire mines, diligent and hardworking, she was definitely a worry-free schoolgirl.

It's much more worry-free than Lu Mingfei.

Nono sighed, not knowing what happened to the crybaby underwater.

Someone next to him poked Nono's arm, and Zero spoke skillfully in sign language: "He stopped, do you want to act?" "God knows how many skills this little Russian girl will have, Nuno just wants to complain that you are "Dora Zero Dream"?

Wait a minute. Nono pressed her palm down, and she frowned to distinguish the sound of the floor rubbing, the temperature of the flames, and the excessive smell of water. It's looking back, it's watching left and right, its breath is heavy and long......

What is it hesitating about?

.

An overly strong breath came from underfoot.

It's like the sun passing under the water, spreading a huge amount of light and heat along the way, and you can feel a slight tingling in the soles of your feet even when you stand on the steel.

Uyu's brow furrowed.

Something is approaching the Bronze City.

At the same time, he was recklessly releasing his own breath, as if a sword was pointed between his eyebrows, and his cold determination went straight to the heavenly spirit.

Even a fool cannot ignore its existence. Or that's exactly what it's about, a dangerous move that goes straight to the point, a desperate attempt to kill, forcing you to give up all your current advantages to save you.

Who is it? What happened?

Pitfall? Or is it a new enemy?

Wu was clenched his fist.

The fire was burning, and his lord was pointed at by the sword, and it was too late to wait for a new order.

What should he do?

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1~7. Rescue

→8~9, choose to believe in Norton

10. Big success/big failure

ROLL : d10=d10(8)=8

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Okay, if you're happy

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No......

I am a sword.

U admonished himself.

A sword that deserts without permission has no value in existence.

You can't make the same mistake a second time.

Moreover, who can resist the power of my king?

The flames heated up again, and the dragon's eyes were filled with molten red gold.

Even though there was still a subtle uneasiness lingering in his heart, Wu Yu finally made a decision.

At this moment, Nuno pointed into a knife and slashed into the air, "Put!" ”

A heavy jar that had been cut open smashed into the black trap, the liquid poured and ignited, and then quickly expanded into a huge fireball with blazing flames. At the same time, the entire cabin seemed to jump, and the hull involuntarily tilted to the other side.

Fuel oil?

Standing in the center of the explosion, the drastic change in wind pressure blew the broken hair in front of his forehead, feeling the unprecedented intensity of the flames, and Wu Yu was a little dazed. What exactly do they want to do?

It wasn't until the invisible palm grabbed his throat that he suddenly woke up.

The air in the sealed cabin is limited.

His flame is not a pure concept of combustion, it also needs to consume air, whether it is to burn or to explode.

He is strangling himself with his own flames.

Is that all? Ushu held his breath as he quickly found the door to the next cabin.

But a woman wearing a scuba and diving mask stood up, her red hair almost fused with the flames, she raised the muzzle of her gun, and the alchemical bullet painted red in the primer pressed into the chamber.

The trigger is pulled.

The gunfire continued.

The red smoke exploded in front of Uyu's body, carrying a huge kinetic energy hammer on his chest, and Uyu was forced to retreat.

At the same time, gunfire was heard from the other direction, and the crossfire firmly suppressed the Wu Yu to the ground, and it was almost impossible to distinguish the direction.

Wu Shu protected his heart and brain with his arms, and the last breath of air trapped in his lungs gradually smelled of rust, and even his thinking became more and more sluggish. To make matters worse, the flames are extinguishing and the burning is gradually coming to an end.

Now the question is, is it the bullet or the air that is the first to be depleted?

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#子弹消耗速度

ROLL : d100=d100(57)=57

#空气消耗速度

ROLL : d100=d100(95)=95

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"Mission accomplished...... Yes, yes. The threat has been ruled out. ”

Nono kicked the shirtless youth.

The young man's cracked skin revealed hot flesh like red-hot coal. At the last moment he decided to break through, but the surging flames tightened the noose around his neck, and he collapsed on the way to the charge, losing his breath.

Even then he didn't die, his heart was beating slowly, pumping hot and smoking blood. Like all adult Dragonborns, he just fell into hibernation.

Dragons are such vigorous creatures that there is little to kill them, they are born above all things.

Zero gestured at Uyu's neck with a diving knife, and looked up to ask Nono with his eyes.

Nuno frowned and waved her hand, someone seemed to be talking in the communicator built into the diving helmet, and the wrinkles between her brows became deeper and deeper.

"Okay."

Nono turns off the communicator.

"Don't kill him. The command above is to recycle. Nuno was so irritated that he wanted to grab his hair, but he grabbed it through his helmet, "When did this group of old immortals go, and they still want to control and use it...... They simply don't know they're playing with fire. ”

She stared at Uyu's wound, the red flesh flowing like magma from the wound, the liquid metal gradually excreting from the body, and the wound slowly healing.

If there was still oxygen, this body would have burned up in an instant.

The smoldering flame will one day burn again.

Because burning is the fate of the flame.

Nono didn't see Zero's sword hook up a writhing piece of flesh like a wriggling stain that disappeared in the blink of an eye.