"Hell!" The man in black screamed in horror.

He finally understood why the researchers had fled in all directions, not because of his mastery of robbery, but because of the burning monster.

No wonder no one stopped for him just now, they were not afraid of guns but of being burned to ashes, those guys in white coats had run away, leaving him as an outsider.

Even the alloy gate melted in the monster's scorching heat, the molten iron hissed, and the alloy gate melted a large hole.

The man in black dropped his shotgun and ran backwards.

He had thought that this was a common theft mission, and he had already done more than a dozen such missions, and he had no idea why today's mission was worth $5 million.

Now he understands that the 5 million is to be exchanged for his life!

Making money is important, but it is still important to live a small life, and only by living can you have the opportunity to enjoy glory and wealth!

He resolutely pulled his leg out of the way.

A faint call came from behind him, as if from the abyss: "Brother. Brother"

He covered his ears as if he hadn't heard, and fled the scene as if he were about to escape a nightmare.

At the same time, Ian's eyes burned as he stared at the monster that was burning all over its body.

According to MAGI's calculations, the temperature around its body reached 2012.6°C, which is higher than the average lava temperature!

But with this high temperature alone, it should not be able to melt the alloy door, and an alloy door of this thickness has to be burned for more than ten hours with a welding torch.

MAGI is unable to resolve its heating mechanism, nor the melting mechanism of the alloy gate, which involves a more mysterious realm, and does not use combustion materials to generate heat.

It seems to have unleashed some kind of domain, altering the physical properties of the alloy gate by means other than heating.

This is the spirit of words, the ability of dragons!

MAGI detected a voiceprint fluctuation similar to that of the spirit in the monstrity's unexplained whispering.

Ian pulled up images from the secret lab a few minutes ago, and everything was in order, using some sort of gray solution to melt the outer shell of the brass canister.

The researchers did an MRI around the brass canister, and they detected a cavity inside the brass canister, which had two cavities, one broken and one good.

The accident happened ten seconds before the man in black opened the door, and the outer wall of the intact cavity suddenly appeared an irregular surge, and then sprayed out white silk threads, which adhered to the quartz wall, and it quickly transformed from a dead thing into a living thing.

Then the heat erupted, and the quartz walls melted.

According to Cassel's reasoning, the brass jar was the egg of the Lord of Bronze and Fire.

So, the one in front of you is the Dragon King?

If it was a dragon king who had mastered the power of fire and metal, it would be explained that he had done such a thing.

Ian stared at the monster in front of him, the AT force field blocked the heat and heat for him, but he still felt a little uncomfortable, the fire from this guy's body was too dazzling, and even the air around him was distorted.

The oxygen in the air is being consumed rapidly due to its combustion, and Ian did not have an oxygen cylinder when he arrived, and even if he had an AT force field, he had to exchange oxygen with his surroundings.

But now there is no way to exchange air, he enclosed himself and the air within a radius of two meters into the AT force field, the temperature outside the field has risen to 800 degrees, and the surrounding area has become an oven, no, it is more suitable to say that the iron-making furnace is more suitable, and the walls of those steels have obviously softened.

The end of exchanging 800 degrees of hot air is to turn yourself into a pitch-black coke.

It is worthy of being a dragon king standing at the apex of the dragon clan, and he can do this kind of thing at the beginning of his birth.

Obviously, though, this is not its full form.

The dragon that Ian had seen in the Bronze City was more than ten meters long, and the young body in front of him was less than the height of Ian's chest, and it was only about 1.5 meters by eyesight.

Ian confronted it, and the young dragonlord stopped in front of him, looking up like a child.

To Ian's surprise, it bowed.

"Hello."

It spoke, in Chinese.

Ian had expected it to shoot a fireball at itself without saying a word, but instead of attacking in any way, it was polite.

"Did you see where my brother is?" It asked softly.

It's really strange, according to Kassel's textbook, dragons are supposed to be tyrannical and ferocious monsters, but the dragon king in front of him is humble and polite.

Well, that's if you ignore the high temperatures that it keeps releasing outward.

If you ignore the heat that can scorch people, then it's a good boy.

"I don't know your brother." Ian replied.

"Okay." It lowered its head and looked a little disappointed: "Then I'll go find my brother, goodbye." ”

It waved at Ian and walked slowly down the hallway.

"Goodbye." Ian didn't stop it, just watched it leave.

He and the Dragon King have no revenge for the revenge, and besides, he has always adhered to the principle that seeing is believing.

Perhaps dragons are not as ferocious as Cassel describes.

He wanted to observe for a while and learn more about what kind of creature the dragon was.

See with your own eyes, not listen to others.

On the ground, Mai quietly talks to her boss on the phone.

"The Night's Watch has lifted the commandment, and all is well."

The black tights outline Mai's seductive curves, and she has a pair of peerless long legs that will not be forgotten by anyone who has seen them.

"Very well, Mai, so that no one can find you under your words."

"But I still have doubts, is that reckless Thirteen really that one? He was twenty minutes late at first, and if it weren't for Potato Chips and Sanwu to clear the way for him, he would have been exposed. ”

"There is no doubt that he has only just woken up from his incompleteness, so he has forgotten who he is, and soon he will remember to show his greatness."

"We're going to deal with him here?"

"A life like him will not die, as long as there are eggs left in this world, he can continue to return to the world, only Lu Mingfei can kill him, what you have to do is to create opportunities for Lu Mingfei, but now he can't grasp the opportunity, he still needs to grow, our task is to let Lu Mingfei grow."

"Follow your teachings." Mai hung up the phone.

Someone came, and she heard footsteps.

As a ninja who has been trained since childhood, she is best at hiding her tracks.

"Soul of Words." Wine De Mai whispered.

That graceful figure fell into the shadows, and she, along with the eleven people around her, entered the realm of the underworld, as if she had entered another dimension, and the men in black combat uniforms who had broken in failed to spot her.

She moved carefully, controlling the shadow to hide her and the eleven's tracks, moving towards the place the boss had predetermined, and Sanwu and she were both moving towards that location.

But her footsteps suddenly stopped, and everyone's footsteps stopped.

Everyone heard the engine of the motorcycle, and a silver light flashed, it was a silver Harley.

Mai recognized it at a glance, it was the lost Thirteen, and the Thirteen was running wild on a Harley-Davidson, as if some flood beast was chasing him behind him.

Someone is really chasing him, a half-breed of Kassel.

"Discover the target." Chu Zihang spoke into the earpiece: "The target snatched Caesar's Harley and is heading towards point A. ”

"Point A, there's a student council team there." Schneider stared at the screen in the control room, and point A was the college's swimming pool.

"Drive the target over and hit it on both sides!" Schneider ordered.

"Yes!" Chu Zihang nodded.

Thirteen became the target of public criticism, and everyone's attention was attracted to him, and it was difficult not to be attracted to him, and the sound of Harley's huge engine could be heard across the street.

The sound of the engine is the soul of a motorcycle, and the soul of the Harley is one of the most striking in the world.

The whole school was swept away by the motorcycle, and more than 800 mixed-race breeds poured into the swimming pool like a tidal wave.

However, there were still people who noticed anomalies other than the restless motorcycle.

Caesar Gattuso stopped in the halls of Valhalla, where the wind led him.

The Spirit of Words, Sickle, Sequence 59, is his Spirit of Words.

In mythology, the weasel is a monster turned into the wind, and he has been able to hear the wind speak to him since he was a child.

Caesar's younger brother gathered in a circle, his gaze focused on the floor of Valhalla.

There were blackened holes in the teak floor, and the cement under the holes could be clearly seen.

The holes are connected in two rows, like a dot timer, and a small dot is punched at a similar distance, like two lines of footprints.

Caesar put his feet on those footprints and tried it, "If it is left by people, then the height of a person is about one meter five, and the step distance is only two-thirds of mine." ”

"But what kind of person burns through the floor when he walks? Is he burning all over? The younger brothers wondered.

"Take a walk along these holes." Caesar said.

He followed the footprints and walked into the depths of Valhalla, and everyone took a deep breath when they saw the thing.

Valhalla has direct access to Kassel's underground institutions and ice cellars, so the highest level of security is used.

But a hole appeared in the superlative alloy door, apparently a hole that had been melted through, and the edge of the hole glowed with dazzling light, and the steel melted into red-hot molten steel, which hit the ground drop by drop.

It's still hot, and the door has only been melted down for a short time.

"Dissolve through such an alloy, and its temperature is about the same as the surface of the sun," Caesar deduced in horror.

"Does that mean it's not a human trace, but a walking sun?" The younger brothers swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Caesar didn't speak, he closed his eyes and used the spirit of speech.

The spirit of the scythe has similarities with the snake, and each has its own advantages, such as the user of the scythe can smell and hear the heartbeat in addition to detecting the enemy's location.

Particularly sensitive to sound and taste, Caesar unleashed the scythes, and the wind centered on him and floated in all directions.

The scorched black breath reached the tip of his nose, and he followed the smell all the way.

Finally found the target, but after finding the target, the cold sweat soaked Caesar's back for a moment.

It wasn't that he was afraid, but that the weasels were trembling at the object of their inquiry, and he felt the same way as the weasels, so that the coercion was synchronously amplified on him.

That's absolute hierarchical oppression.

The dragon is a hierarchical race, the Black King Nidhogg controls everything, and then its four descendants, that is, the four dragon kings, second only to the first generation of the Black King, followed by the second and third generations

Just like there is a bloodline between half-breeds, the S-class bloodline is stronger than the A-level bloodline, and the low-bloodline people will even be shocked by the high-blooded golden pupils to the point of losing consciousness.

Caesar finally felt what it meant to be "coerced" today, even though his bloodline was A-grade, but his spirit was still trembling in front of that guy.

It wasn't human, it was a pure-blood dragon.

It's not the kind of goods like the three generations and the four generations, it's the dragon king!

Caesar was sure that the guy was the dragon king, and only the dragon king could make him feel that way.

At the Kassel swimming pool, Caesar's younger brothers began to complain.

The night watchmen finally broke the precepts and finally had the opportunity to use the spirit of speech, but they could only face the pool in a daze.

There is no beautiful girl in a swimsuit in the pool, what is there to see?

Caesar's younger brothers questioned the S-Class's decision, but Nono held them down, sitting by the pool, taking off her high heels, her slender white legs swaying in the water.

But no one dared to stare directly, this was the female boss of the student union, the female boss did not speak, and everyone could only keep quiet.

Lu Mingfei looked at his watch from time to time, he was very much looking forward to the end of this farce, and at this time on weekdays, he had already played games with Fingal in the bedroom.

But suddenly a call came, and it was Norma's order.

"Attention, the target is rushing to point A!" Norma said.

"It's really coming!"

The bored little brothers were in high spirits, one second they were still questioning the S-class decision, and the next second, the prey was really delivered to the door.

"It's worthy of being S-level, and it is easy to do what we can't do, which makes people's blood boil and impressed!"

"it!" Lu Mingfei didn't expect this probability to hit him, so he really waited for the rabbit.

It's too late, it's too late, and everyone sees the goal.

It was as if a sun had risen, a blazing wind was blowing in its face, and the glass doors of the swimming pool were vulnerable in front of it, melting like ice cubes in the sun.

Norma just gave a hint, this Nima really said Cao Cao Cao arrived!

"Shoot, brothers!" Lu Mingfei shouted.

Anyone can tell that you can't let that guy get close, or everyone will die here.

The moment the order was given, everyone with a gun pulled the trigger.

But it didn't work, and the Frigga bullet was vaporized into red smoke by the heat before it could touch it.

"The target arrives at the west gate of the swimming pool."

At the same time, Norma gave another hint.

Simon? But that thing came in through the main entrance?

Just when Lu Mingfei was puzzled, Simon was shattered by a bullet.

Sprinkled with shards of glass, a Harley-Davidson motorcycle leaped high and crossed a graceful arc directly above Lu Mingfei.

(End of chapter)