Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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I have already gained a basic understanding of the world of dragons.

Once he gained some understanding, Lu Mingfei became even more respectful of Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi.

Judging from the legend of the Secret Society's dragon-slaying, these two heroes must have been like Siegfried, capable of slaying dragons with just a sword.

Although he, as an "S" grade, seemed to have such potential, Lu Mingfei, recalling the earth-shattering scene before and stretching his thin arms and legs, decisively opened the door to the lying room and lay down inside.

What's the point of striving?

Is someone like him capable of slaying a dragon?

Fortunately, at this time, Senior Brother Cheng Shuangfan told him that in fact, dragon-slaying missions are very rare nowadays. Sometimes, they don't even encounter one for a year or even several years. Most of them are just slackers who get paid to do nothing.

Lu Mingfei thought of his $36000 scholarship, his life living like a doghouse, the sense of destiny that was growing in his heart, and the figure of Angers descending from the sky. So he finally decided to step into the gates of Kassel College.

Before he could even adjust, his senior, Cheng, dragged him all the way to Chengdu, talking about orientation training, but in reality...

Lu Mingfei began to enjoy the life of a publicly funded trip. He followed Cheng Shuangfan, visiting this scenic spot and that scenic spot along the way, occasionally talking to a person dressed in black...

And so, Lu Ming learned about his mission.

Search for the Dragon King's whereabouts.

This terrified him, making him almost think he was about to film an episode of Godzilla or Ultraman, so he decisively asked to leave.

As a result, Senior Brother Cheng shrugged and told him that since railways and airplanes were not operating recently, there might be a few highways still in operation, and he could try them.

Lu Mingfei then realized Cheng Shuangfan's cunning. When he took out his phone to find a way out, he was surprised to find that even the highways that Cheng Shuangfan had mentioned should still be open to traffic had disappeared without a trace.

So, on the advice of his senior brother Cheng, he could only attend the funeral of this "big shot" with a dark expression.

Unexpectedly, he met an old friend in a foreign land and ran into Senior Brother Wang. As soon as he saw him there, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but straighten his back a bit.

He said urgently, "Senior brother, I really saw it just now."

At this moment, without Lu Mingfei even needing to emphasize it, Wang Anzhi and Cheng Shuangfan's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

They saw that where the mourning hall had been and where the coffin had been placed, a dragon-like figure suddenly crawled out.

It was ferocious and powerful.

Chapter 200 The Death of Caesar?

When a giant dragon-like monster crawled out of Bai Luyan's coffin.

At this moment, the person paying respects in front of the funeral hall is Caesar Gattuso. He holds a Bible in one hand, while the other hand hangs naturally at his side, his face filled with sorrow.

Upon seeing the dragon, Caesar couldn't help but curse and turn away.

"Damn it, weren't we invited to a funeral? This looks more like a funeral being prepared for us right here."

Out of respect, he didn't bring his alchemical sword, Dictator, which he always carried with him, except for the Bible he was holding, let alone his Desert Eagle, which he was more skilled with.

"If they were to prepare a funeral for us, they wouldn't need to use their own patriarch's corpse as a cover."

Chu Zihang walked up to him and said coldly, "I think this must be an accident. Even the Bai family members themselves don't know when their patriarch was turned into a corpse guardian."

Caesar rubbed his forehead. "I didn't know you, Chu Zihang, loved to make sarcastic remarks. Everyone knows this could only have been an accident."

He paused, then added, "But the problem is... we're not carrying any weapons right now."

At this moment, the Bai family's stewards had begun to arrange for their guests to evacuate in an orderly manner. This was the Bai family compound, a place that should have been very safe under normal circumstances. No one expected that a corpse guardian would suddenly appear here.

Seeing the black smoke billowing from its body and flames engulfing it, the dragon-like corpse guardian destroyed the mourning hall in an instant.

Just then, several chains suddenly appeared and entangled the corpse guards, who were the Bai family's protectors.

They held dragon-binding ropes, alchemical devices capable of binding the bloodline of dragons. These were clumsy imitations of the ancient bronze pillars used by dragons for execution, but they were surprisingly effective against the Corpse Guardians.

Caesar let out a deep breath. "It seems we've managed to defend against it."

At that moment, Caesar noticed a boy standing in front of him.

Looking at the black-haired boy, Caesar subconsciously assumed that this was a young child from the Bai family who hadn't followed the others to leave because he was too playful.

He has a lot of experience with this kind of thing. He didn't like being disciplined by adults when he was a child and always did things his own way.

Looking at the little child who had somehow appeared beside him, Caesar's tone softened. "Little friend, it's dangerous here. You'd better leave quickly."

The boy didn't speak, but just stared at him with a sorrowful look in his eyes, as if he had seen the departure of a loved one, and looked at him as if he were seeing an enemy.

Caesar subconsciously touched his face, wondering to himself, "Does my face really not appeal to children anymore?"

Or perhaps it's because his face looks like the weird old man that kids hate the most.

But Caesar soon realized something was wrong. He saw that the boy wasn't looking at him, but at a golden cup at his waist, the top of which was sealed with crystal.

Through the crystal, you can see the reddish-gold liquid inside. If you don't look closely, you might think that it is flowing gold.

This was what Pasi had placed in his arms before he left. Pasi cautiously told him that it was a gift from his family for his trip to China.

If he wants to see the Dragon King before everyone else, then he must bring him with him at all times.

Caesar initially scoffed at the idea, but eventually accepted the "gift" and kept it prominently on his waist.

But to his surprise, his life has been very peaceful these days, and he hasn't encountered the Dragon King as he had imagined when he went out.

So Caesar regarded the Holy Grail as yet another failure for his family, which was a common occurrence.

Caesar stepped forward, wanting to pick up the child and leave quickly, but felt a resistance.

He failed.

This left Caesar somewhat taken aback. He realized that this child was likely a core member of the Bai family; otherwise, his bloodline wouldn't be so high. But what about his elders?

Caesar didn't think too much about it. He looked at this child who seemed very precocious, as if he saw his past self who had pretended to be mature, and spoke gently.

"Little friend, if you leave now, I'll let you play with this cup, okay?"

Caesar did not cherish the cup; he would have been quite willing to use it to make the child leave willingly.

How could a true gentleman be stingy with money when it comes to children and women?

At this moment, the Corpse Guardian seemed to have been brought under control. The Dragon Binding Rope was wrapped around the Corpse Guardian's body layer by layer, and the shadow of a boy could still be vaguely seen on it.

The situation seemed to be improving, but Caesar was still unsettled. He had a vague premonition that something "big" was yet to come.

Now that the Dragon King has chosen to take action, it won't be as simple as this small-scale skirmish.

The surrounding area was now empty, and the Bai family organization had already retreated, except for the two small teams of Corpse Guardians and Secret Party members who remained to control the area.

Clearly, apart from the Secret Party, a group of dragon-slaying madmen, most mixed-race families do not have the good habit of selflessness.

Soon, Caesar's premonition came true. From the lake behind them, groups of undead emerged silently and quickly took over the surrounding roads.

Chu Zihang went to stop him, and before leaving, he looked at Caesar and told him to take good care of the child.

As for Fingel...

When Caesar met the Corpse Guardian, he had never seen this member of his team before.

Fortunately, he didn't have high expectations of him.

He looked around, wanting to pull the child out; if things continued like this, they would eventually be surrounded by these Dead Servants.

At the same time, a giant dragon appeared in the sky at some unknown time, circling and spewing flames downwards from time to time, destroying the modern weapons set up by the Bai family guards on the perimeter.

Caesar lowered his head, looked at the child before him, and said intently:

“Listen, child, now is the most dangerous time. This is not the time for you to be willful. Listen to me, come with me, and I will take you to a safe place.”

Just as he was about to reach out, the child raised his hand first.

Caesar lowered his head in astonishment as he watched a slender, sharp arm slice across his chest.

Then he collapsed to the ground.

The boy—no, he should now be called Constantine, the King of Bronze and Fire—shed a tear as he looked at the crimson-gold blood flowing from the Holy Grail at Caesar's waist.

He took the golden chalice from Caesar's waist and held it in his hand.

Silently, the crystal at the mouth of the bottle seemed to be swallowed by a silent flame.

Thus, Constantine, with tears streaming down his face, drank the fiery, golden blood.

Chapter 201 Constantine's End

"elder brother."

Constantine murmured softly as he drank deeply of the crimson-gold blood, as if he saw the figure of his brother Norton reflected in his shimmering golden eyes.

He cried out in the darkness, and through the Norton blood in the Holy Grail, Constantine seemed to see his brother.

Constantine discovered his brother's location, on the far side of the ocean.

He wanted to fly away immediately, but suddenly discovered that the entire Sichuan region had become a huge "Dragon Lock" terrain, firmly imprisoning him in the Chengdu area, unable to move.

So he didn't do anything.

As the darkness ahead slowly dissipated, he saw the figure of his brother Norton.

He lived in a very messy room, which was cluttered with junk and infested with cockroaches and insects that were not afraid of the Dragon King's oppressive aura and were climbing on Old Tang's bed.

“Brother…” Constantine called out again, feeling that this might be the last time he would see his brother.

Really annoying.

Old Tang rolled over on his bed, turned over, and didn't move.

“Brother,” Constantine called again, but without any urging, his tone still gentle.

So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!

Brother? There isn't one here.

My Tang family has always followed the country's lead, responding to national policies decades ago, and we only have one child.

I don't have a younger brother at all.

Old Tang kept his eyes closed, but his ridiculously large, bear-like eyebrows trembled incessantly, as if he wanted to open them, but in the end he did not.

“Brother…I may have to go…” Constantine looked at his brother on the bed and said softly, his voice growing softer and softer, as if he were walking away.

A tearing sensation arose within Old Tang, as if a furious rage that wanted to burn the entire world to ashes filled his brain and heart at that moment.