hotmtlnovel Chapter 74 What's with the flying dragon charging at our face...?
Chapter 74 What's with the flying dragon charging at our face...?
As if finally unable to withstand Lu Mingfei's gaze, Lu Mingze nodded helplessly.
"I'll do it, I'll do it, is that alright now?"
"How long can it hold out?" Lu Mingfei nodded in satisfaction, looking at the bronze jar and feeling the heartbeat that was gradually becoming active within it.
"About... five days?" Lu Mingze counted on his fingers. "I can guarantee he won't be able to break free of his cocoon and be reborn within five days, but after five days I can't say for sure. After all, brother, you used Norton's blood..."
The blood of twins is the most effective way to activate the other twin. It's just that Constantine is too far from the river. If Norton's blood were to reach this place... it's not impossible for him to break free from his cocoon on the spot.
"That's enough."
Lu Mingfei waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to explain this to him further; a certain amount of time would suffice.
Five days is enough time for him to return to the world of seeking the Dharma and obtain the most crucial item.
He could now sense that the force preventing him from opening the door was weakening. It was probably a barrier to the world, or some kind of rule. In any case, the feeling of being bound by supernatural power was disappearing.
"We absolutely cannot afford any mishaps in these five days."
"Understood, as you command!" Lu Mingze gave an exaggerated bow.
Lu Mingfei took one last look at him, then went upstairs and closed the door.
The basement returned to silence.
Lu Mingze stood there, looking at the closed door.
Looked for a long time.
Then, he walked up to the bronze jar, placed his palm on the jar, and his golden pupils lit up, revealing countless intricate and complex patterns in the vent.
"Constantine..."
Lu Mingze softly uttered the name, and the patterns in his golden eyes spun and rearranged, transforming into invisible chains that wrapped around the bronze jar.
The can trembled slightly, as if in resistance. But Lu Mingze's palm remained pressed against the can, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
"Go to sleep," he said, his voice as gentle as if coaxing a child. "Your brother's friend went to find you a 'gift.' So... have a good dream before he gets back."
The tremors gradually subsided.
The heartbeat inside the jar went from rapid to steady, and then from steady to... barely perceptible.
It's like falling into the deep sea.
Lu Mingze withdrew his hand, the light in his eyes dimming. He wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh.
"Done. For the next five days, you're just an ornament."
"It all depends on my brother..."
............
The helicopter roared past, above the Moniach.
"Angers! I need an explanation!"
In front of the computer screen, the delicate-looking young girl frowned as she looked at the white-haired old man on the screen.
Nuwa's slender fingers tapped the table, and the photograph trembled in front of the camera—
In the footage, a massive iceberg is being slowly towed by several helicopters, its base leaving a white trail on the surface of the Yangtze River, with houses and farmland along the Three Gorges in the background.
"Principal Angers," her voice was icy, "I gave you the authority to make things easier for you and to allocate resources, but what are you doing? Putting on an 'iceberg transport show' on the Yangtze River?"
Do you even know that the photos have already been uploaded online?! The explanation department is working overtime to fabricate stories and try to fool us.
On the other side of the screen, Angers bowed slightly, his posture respectful, but his eyes showed no sign of yielding. "Lord Nuwa, this is something we had no choice but to do."
"From a consideration, this is the most convenient method."
He can understand the other person's reaction.
The dragon-slaying was a secret project, and their actions were far too significant.
This is, after all, within the Yangtze River basin. They need to transport the "iceberg" to the riverbank before they can find a suitable way to transport it back. This results in a huge undertaking.
"Considerations?" Nuwa scoffed. "What considerations? Considerations about how to return the dragon's body intact?"
She then showed another image to the camera, a machine perspective view that revealed the general shape of the iceberg's interior and the outline of a massive dragon's body inside.
"Principal Angers, I need an explanation." The girl's voice was even colder. "When I granted you the authority, you said you would investigate traces of dragons and would try your best to cover up the investigation. But now, you're just dragging a dragon's corpse around on the Yangtze River—what are you trying to do?"
Nuwa scratched her head, somewhat speechless. "Besides, even if you found the dragon's remains, couldn't you just cut it up for him?"
"Logically, that's the right thing to do," Ang said, nodding.
"Then why don't you do it?"
"Because this is a complete dragon body, a complete next-generation species."
"Secondary species..." Nuwa murmured, then suddenly froze. "A complete secondary species? The Yangtze River!?"
Nuwa's voice suddenly rose, and a hint of helplessness appeared in her usually calm eyes. She abruptly stood up, and with a swift movement, her tail pushed the chair aside, causing it to fall to the ground.
"Angers, this is no joke. Are you sure it's not a subspecies? Not a third-generation species? It's... a true second-generation species?"
"What level do you think the dragon guarding the Dragon King's palace is?" Angers pulled out a clear image, the data transmitted through countless lines to the girl, appearing on the screen.
Nuwa stared at the photo, her hand unconsciously clenching into a fist, her nails almost digging into her palm.
Second generation species.
It is neither those subspecies with diluted bloodlines nor those incomplete third-generation species.
It is a true being, existing only below the first generation.
They are the true pillars of the dragon race's rule over the world.
"Wait, you mean the Dragon King's palace!?" Nuwa's voice was a little dry. "The King of Bronze and Fire?"
As someone capable of debating with the sword spirit of the Dragon-Slaying Platform for three days and three nights, Nuwa's understanding of dragon history far surpasses that of ordinary people. There can only be one Dragon King capable of establishing a nest of such scale in the Yangtze River basin.
—The King of Bronze and Fire.
"You killed it?"
"Lu Mingfei killed him; you should still remember him."
Nuwa gasped.
It's Lu Mingfei again.
Why is he everywhere I go?
"So Lu Mingfei soloed another dragon this time, and it was only a second-generation dragon?"
.............
Three days later, on the second floor of the villa.
"Practice makes perfect!"
Lu Mingfei put down the mouse, looked at the destroyed base, then turned to Old Tang, who looked utterly hopeless, and comforted him, "It's okay, it's just that the Flying Dragons lost because they were overpowered, it's not a big deal."
"Do you know how long I've been saving up?" Mentioning Feilong, Old Tang practically jumped up from the sofa. "I've been playing it safe and developing my strength the whole time, why should I get this?!"
"Uh, relax." Lu Mingfei scratched his chin. He was a veteran Zerg player and naturally knew the value of Mutalisks, but... it was precisely because he was a veteran player that he knew so much.
"How about... I teach you how to use a puppy to pull a flying dragon?"
"Go to hell with you." Old Tang gave him a disdainful gesture without hesitation.
After the playful banter, Lao Tang's tone calmed down.
Looking at Lu Mingfei, his eyes became much more serious: "Mingming... what dangerous thing are you going to do again?"
"What danger could there be? Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Lu Mingfei waved his hand, looking innocent.
Old Tang looked at him, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, then turned his head away, his voice deep and muffled.
"Okay, then I'll wait for you to come back and teach me how to walk the flying dragon."