late at night

The captain's cabin of the "Moniach" was empty, the moonlight was scattered through the window and reflected off the button gauges, and the distant river was full of white scales.

The floating light is golden, and the still shadow is sinking. It stands to reason that such a large ship would always have a crew on duty at all times, but now all that was left was the sound of a quiet sleep on the whole ship.

Chen Mo leaned back on the seat belonging to the captain, and the pitch-black screen in front of him shone a little after a long time, and the man with iron gray hair appeared on the other end of the screen.

The environment over there was also dim, and the noise of the processor was online in Chen Mo's ears across thousands of miles, and under the light of the indicator, the smile on the man's face was staggered.

"Long time no see, what grade are you in now?" A sincere smile appeared on Chen Mo's face.

"It's been a long time, in a few months, I'm going to be the eighth year in the academy's history," Fingal sighed faintly: "The treatment is not as good as a year, and now my rating has dropped to 'e', and the cafeteria doesn't even want to send me the free pork knuckle every month." ”

"If you want me to say, Professor Guderian didn't dissect you to the fullest." Chen Mo smiled and scolded his junior brother and asked, "Eva has blocked the school board's visit?" Fingal nodded: "The principal specially found me, it seems that in the Kuimen plan, the plan to find Norton in Yang Zijiang is not a gimmick, even you are on this ship." ”

"There's no Norton here, just eggs, the eggs of the dragon king Konstantin, which Norton had revived decades ago."

"Looks like Ange has found him." Fingal's eyes sank, and the smile in his voice vanished.

"Ange is looking for an opportunity, and only if the Huaxia half-breed is attracted to another thing, he can take the eggs away."

"Another thing?" Fingal's voice became heavier: "Prince? ”

"Not sure yet." Chen Mo pressed his hands in the air, he knew that in some things, Fingal would not be calm at all, but it was not yet time to lose his mind.

"There is a big problem within orthodoxy, and there is a matrix under China that may cover the entire national border, and someone has done something to it."

"Covering the entire border?" Fingal's eyes widened, and he shook his head when he wanted to say something: "Since you think it's okay, it's really such a thing that breaks through common sense, what power can do anything to such a behemoth?" ”

"There is only one thing in this world that can have power beyond the specifications under the noses of the secret party and orthodoxy, which are the bright-faced half-blood forces."

"Dragon King."

"Tell me, what do you need me to do?" Fingal stared at Chen Mo angrily: "Tell me earlier, buddy can still come over there with a knife to help, and telling me now can only mean that you have arranged things." ”

"Mausoleum of the First Emperor of Xi'an." Chen Mo pointed out the real key point of the matter: "That is the center of everything, help Eva block all the news that comes out of there, even if it's 'Taoyuan', I don't want him to get any news about the Mausoleum of the First Emperor." ”

"Wash briquettes, you're professional."

"It's called hacking!" Fingal exclaimed, "What is the metaphor for washing briquettes?" His voice gradually became weaker, and the achievements of the Ministry of Information appeared in front of his eyes one by one, but Chen Mo, who had not returned to Kassel since graduation, should ..... You won't know what he's doing, right?

"Anyway, I'll leave this matter to you." Chen Mo waved his hand.

"So what do you do next?" Chen Mo tapped on the keyboard in front of his seat, and the input was transmitted back to the other side of the world, in the blade processor at the bottom of the ice cellar.

"Ask Norma to import this coordinate into the map and send it to Professor Mance under the guise of Ange's account."

"You knew the location of Norton's dormitory from the beginning?" Fingal was a little surprised.

"The Nibelungen in this world is as bright as the lights in the night, and Ange probably knows the location, and he will send it to 'Monihea' at the right time, but we have to advance the process."

"O Bronze City in the Ice Sea Scrolls," Fingal sighed softly, "Legend has it that Lord Norton used a mountain as a mold and poured a city with smelted bronze, a great miracle, won't the Headmaster be suspicious because of time?" ”

"People's memory of time is easy to change," Chen Mo responded: "According to the situation in Xi'an, they should get news from Ange tomorrow night, and I can easily correct the time difference of one day." ”

"You're as creepy as those doctors in the Psychic Department right now." Fingal shuddered.

"About 10 psychology departments combined, but they can't match my efficiency and quality." Chen Mo looked humble, saying that Fingal was too ridiculous.

Whether it was the memory of the dragon and the gods fighting each other during the torrential rain four years ago, or Chen Mo's words now, they all confirmed the fact that ---- his senior brother had become the dragon king again and again.

"Eva," he struggled to highlight the girl's 'name',

"She can still ......."

"I can't." Fingal's eyes darkened.

"Not yet." Chen Mo added softly. The man looked up reluctantly, his eyes shining with a mixture of hope and despair.

"Their souls are all left behind, Eva is just a part of her, and even you are a part of you."

"But there's hope, isn't it?" The man is like a bear, embarrassed and fierce.

"If you can recover the torn spirit," Chen Mo nodded: "I can save Eva." ”

"But the others have nothing to do with me." Fingal could see the person on the other end and could hear his voice, Chen Mo's expression was still peaceful, with a smile of goodbye to his junior brother, but he knew that the person who spoke just now was a dragon king.

"Henkel and I have met." Fingal whispered suddenly. Chen Mo understood what he meant, his junior brother was a transparent person, so he was trying to be with one

The "dragon king" communicates, power and interests, and this should be the way dragons communicate.

"No," he refused, "You don't have to take those people's lives." ”

"I'm the only one who survived."

"No," Chen Mo sneered, "the prince, the Leviathan, and even the school directors involved in it, these people should carry their lives......" Fingal stayed like a log, his words echoing in his head.

"Finally," Chen Mo advised, "remember to wash the briquettes." As Chen Mo's words fell, the screen suddenly went out, and in the darkness, the iron-gray man's eyes widened, as if he wanted to see something from the pitch-black surroundings.

......... Lu Mingfei slowly opened his eyes from the coma, it was a ceiling that he had never seen before.

His mind subconsciously recalled the scene before he fell unconscious. The exploration of the orthodox entry into the Mausoleum of the First Emperor went very smoothly at first.

After all, they have never stopped exploring this mausoleum for thousands of years, and every defense and trap in the outermost layer is recorded in the orthodox thick "Dragon's Lair Minutes".

For the magicians who are familiar with the classics, the security of the outer layer can be compared to the back garden of the courtyard, and they don't even need to dig the tunnel, only need to rely on the people who came before them

"Legacy". It wasn't until they entered the inner layer that casualties began to occur, but they didn't affect Lu Mingfei and others

On the "Sorcerer". The ubiquitous dragon power oppresses everyone except Lu Mingfei, and the dragon species in black clothes are all well-blooded and ruthless killers, and they can still bear it in the face of bloodline oppression, and on Lu Mingfei's side, with sweat on his forehead and the light and dark amulets on his waist, they belong to the magicians whose bloodlines are not excellent enough.

But Lu Mingfei didn't feel anything, before he saw the source, Long Wei couldn't help him, and Deadpool's hideous appearance would be more intimidating to him.

But after careful selection, these people at least will not be overwhelmed by Long Wei and faint on the spot. Every time the magician with the yin and yang fish and hexagram tattooed on his clothes walks a distance, he will take out the thick stack of codex and fill it with all kinds of quaint instruments for deduction and divination.

From the money hexagram that made Lu Mingfei's cheeks twitch, to the relatively serious compass Kanyu, to the Qimen Shushu that he didn't understand at all, all of them had a great impact on his worldview.

He guessed that those were precious alchemy tools, combined with the special abilities of dragon blood, to have a deductive effect....... Forget it, I can't make it up, Lu Mingfei feels that compared with the well-organized equations in the alchemy chemistry textbook, these people are full of metaphysics.

He couldn't read the breath. Although the Orthodox alchemists look and roadside

"Half Immortals" are similar, but they are indeed step by step, according to the deduction on the ground, confirming the matrix of the imperial tomb reproduced by Chen Mo.

The mountains full of earth and rock, of course, do not depict the lines of the matrix, and they touched

"Domain", but the entity that drives the domain is necessarily in a deeper place. For example, Yingzheng's sleeping mercury mountains and rivers.

At the end of each seal, after writing and drawing on the Codex, the orthodox dragon species in full armor will take on the role

"Throwing stones to ask for directions".

"Stone". There is about a fifty percent chance that the domain coincides with the matrix given by Chen Mo, and most of the rest are anomalies in details, which have seriously injured three dragon species with a bloodline rating of A.

Chen Mo is not the craftsman of the First Emperor's mausoleum, he is just a person through imperfect information

The perspective of the "half-blood monarch", with the help of the knowledge of orthodox records, is constructed

The "best" defense matrix. Obviously, the first emperor in the history of mankind was there

"Alchemy" has a high level. They are constantly digging new tunnels, evading the Matrix's emergency defenses through experience, and carving symbols with tortoise shells, bronze, and bloody silk scripts, confusing the Matrix's search, and gradually encroaching.

The orthodox dragon species is the originator of Chinese tomb robbing. But the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, which is both a dragon's lair and an emperor's tomb, is undoubtedly stacked with buffs that are dead and lifeless.

After a long exploration, they finally reached the heart of the mausoleum. Lu Mingfei followed the magicians, curiously inspecting the wall at the end of the tunnel that blocked these humanoid excavators, and knocked on the blue-gray wall with the back of his hand, and his voice was dull.

"It's gold." Yang Huaizhou on the side made a judgment.

"Jin Jing?" Lu Mingfei asked suspiciously, "What is that?" ”

"A type of recycled metal." Yang Huaizhou explained in the terminology of alchemy: "The top-level alchemy can create new metals according to the will of the practitioner, and the original metal needs to be killed, and then reborn to obtain new materials. Lu Mingfei nodded, he already knew this kind of basic common sense.

"It is rumored that the King of Bronze and Fire has the power to refine, so he is called the 'Throne of Alchemy', and humans can only obtain cherished materials by constantly experimenting with proportions and raw materials, controlling the temperature of the flames, and even throwing themselves into the blood sacrifice in the furnace." Yang Huaizhou added softly.

"Throw it into the furnace for blood sacrifice?" Lu Mingfei was shocked by this superstitious-sounding remark: "I've seen too much of the Legend of Sword and Fairy!" ”

"Only a very small number of gifted people in the dragon species can guide the living souls of the half-breed and dragon species," Yang Huaizhou said calmly: "If you don't have talent, sacrificing the sword with your body is the best way, your own living soul can make the metal regenerate in the direction that best suits your thoughts, and the result is naturally a good sword." Lu Mingfei was speechless for a while.

"The first emperor once collected the soldiers of the world, gathered Xianyang, sold the blade, cast the twelve golden people, and weakened the people of the world." He grabbed Lu Mingfei's back collar and led him backwards, the warlocks on the side were all at a distance from the wall, and one of them took out a white bottle with a texture similar to ceramics, which looked like the glass bottle in Guanyin's hand in "Journey to the West".

"Combined with the records of our ancestors, the First Emperor or his subordinates must have possessed an extremely high level of alchemy."

"This is not the main entrance, and he will not leave us 'tomb robbers' in the tomb a door that can be opened with dragon blood."

"So?" Lu Mingfei looked at the bottle and swallowed.

"We chose to just break it open." Through a long, narrow glass tube, a crimson solution flowed out of the white bottle and onto the blue-gray metal walls.

Then the luster of the wall faded, and it hurried towards the decay that should have appeared at the end of time.

Everyone invariably put on a breathing hood that completely enclosed their entire heads, and Lu Mingfei's head was also stuffed into a fly-like hood.

With a roar, it was been

The metal walls of the "killing" shattered, and a silver mist poured out of the gap with shouts of escape cheer, enveloping everyone with the poisonous steam of mercury.

Then it was tightly blocked by the amulets of the alchemists and the black clothes of the combatants. The group suppressed the excitement in their hearts and walked into the real tomb of the First Emperor, and in the silver mist, they saw beating points of light in the distance.

According to the "Historical Records", the mausoleum of the first emperor uses mercury as a hundred rivers and seas, and the machine is instilled, with astronomy on the top and geography on the bottom.

With mermaid paste as a candle, the one who will not be extinguished will last for a long time. It was a mermaid candle that would not be extinguished for thousands of years. Just as everyone was about to follow the candlelight towards the center, a figure seemed to wave lightly in the distance, and the steaming mercury mist rushed towards the ditch at their feet, and in an instant a complete river and sea appeared in front of them.

It was a spectacular scene. After waking up, Lu Mingfei let out exactly the same exclamation as before he fell into a coma. When he opened his eyes, a thin man in a black robe with big sleeves stood on his side, his eyes were cold to the bone, staring at his hands and the soles of his feet, and red rain was sprinkled on his robe.

Lu Mingfei found that his hands were full of bright red blood, and at his feet was a dead head.

The thin man looked at him calmly and said, "Declare the decree." ”

"Summoning the ministers, I want to raze the three tribes."