Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Is it just to see them once?

He suddenly asked, "Your Highness Constantine, what about the two humans who entered here before us?"

He was referring to Jiu Deya Ji and Ye Sheng.

Constantine actually replied, pointing a finger at the palace behind him with a hint of melancholy.

“I put them in my palace, and it was through their minds that I came to know the world before me anew.”

Chapter 126 The End

At the moment Constantine and Xia Mi clashed.

Millions of tons of water were violently discharged from every corner of this bronze city, cascading down and being repelled from the city by the force of the water flow.

It is not a small ecosystem deliberately maintained inside the city to sustain the survival of the people, as Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi had when they first entered.

Moreover, the Dragon King issued an absolute command to repel all water elements from this seemingly living bronze city.

This allowed Constantine to unleash his full potential, but it also led to the complete destruction of the once impregnable Bronze City.

Countless pipes, like a spiderweb, and all the interconnected gears, all began to turn at once, converging together towards the destruction of this bronze city, which might be the last remnant of the dragon race.

Xia Mi suddenly stopped, and even the scythe that had been formed in her hand gradually turned into dust and disappeared into the water, carried away by the flowing water.

Constantine, on the other side, was in the same state, panting heavily and even coughing occasionally.

This bronze city was built by him and his brother Norton, and now he is destroying it alone while fighting Jormungandr, which has already exhausted his strength.

The enormous gear that stood not far from them suddenly collapsed at that moment, and the "order" inside the Bronze City also began to be destroyed.

"I dedicate my blood and flesh to the great Supreme Nidhogg, who is the supreme being, the virtuous being, the powerful being, who rules the world by destiny."

Constantine murmured a soft chant, and his once clean hands had somehow turned crimson. Drops of blood flowed onto the swords, gradually turning them into something grotesque. The blades transformed from sharp edges into living monsters, as if opening a gate to hell.

At this moment, the invisible pressure from both inside and outside was not only pressing down on Jormungandr on the other side, but also on him.

The seven swords that were spinning around him gradually stopped rotating, but the blades continued to lengthen, like bloodthirsty dragons eager to devour their prey.

Whether it was Jormungandr, Constantine, or even Samson, except for Wang Anzhi, everyone's spiritual realm was suppressed, and the power of words became nothingness.

This is the complete picture of the realm of sin and punishment, a Word of Power created in imitation of the Black Emperor Nidhogg's Word of Power: Emperor.

As Wang Anzhi watched the Bronze City be completely destroyed, the Word Spirit: Heavenly Evolution was operating at full power, and he was not suppressed by the [Emperor].

Countless years ago, after the White Emperor issued a divine oracle to her descendants, one-third of the dragons and hybrids were already completely immune to the Black Emperor's words of power.

He quickly realized that the bronze city was beyond saving, and even saw glimpses of the past two thousand years within it.

There were two figures here discussing the fate of Bronze City.

Rough lines, perpetually lit lights, stark white bones...

Against this backdrop, the fate of Bronze City was decided in a simplistic manner.

Two thousand years ago, Bronze City prepared for its destruction. Over the past two millennia, Bronze City has completed all preparations for its destruction and eliminated all interference.

Thus, two thousand years later, the collapse of Bronze City is irreversible.

Xia Mi's face was grim. She realized that Constantine might actually escape this time. She wanted to give chase, but at this moment, her first thought was to protect herself.

The destruction of Bronze City meant little to her, but the presence of the sin and punishment domain lurking nearby, along with the seemingly weak Constantine, was enough to deter Xia Mi from making any rash moves.

She looked at Constantine, her golden dragon eyes filled with rage. "Constantine, how dare you destroy my Bronze City!"

The boy blinked and tilted his head. "Yours?"

Xia Mi was speechless for a moment, only then realizing that she had already considered Constantine as hers for the taking, and blurted out her inner thoughts, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

She watched as the swords and blades stretched out before her, as if forming a barrier to cleave the Bronze City in two.

She turned to look at the unharmed Wang Anzhi, feeling no surprise whatsoever, and said somewhat irritably, "Senior brother, do you still have any all-powerful Plan B?"

“It’s a pity I’m not Batman; I never make so many plans,” Wang Anzhi replied casually. He watched Constantine’s figure grow fainter and fainter, a symbol of his departure from the Bronze City and from Nibelungen.

As if recalling something, he blurted out, "Constantine, are you really going to leave? I know where your brother is."

A childlike voice echoed from the now-dry riverbed, tinged with disappointment, "I know."

Wang Anzhi was taken aback, but before he could ask anything, Constantine continued:

"But since I've already decided to break our past agreement, what's the point of you saying this now?"

His voice grew fainter and weaker, “I did not hand over my authority to you as agreed, so the previous agreement is naturally null and void.”

Through the barrier formed by swords, Wang Anzhi saw Constantine lying on the back of Samson, the dragon attendant. Samson carried him upwards until Constantine's last voice was heard.

"This sword is now yours..."

"I hope we never see each other again."

As Wang Anzhi watched Constantine leave, the strangeness in his heart grew stronger.

With his current body, which is only at the A-level, is he really capable of absorbing the authority of a Dragon King?

If there really was an agreement, then the agreed time would definitely not be at this point in time.

Xia Mi glanced at the man standing beside her who hadn't made a move but had only been talking, and seemed quite familiar with Constantine. A smile appeared on her lips, and the dragon scales gradually faded away. She transformed from the Valkyrie who looked like she was wearing black armor into a pure and innocent elf.

The elf didn't look well at all; instead, she seemed a little discouraged, as the duck she thought she had easily caught had slipped away.

She sighed, a hint of resentment in her eyes. Although she felt that she had been betrayed by her good senior brother again and had worked for nothing, she ultimately did not pursue the matter. She pointed to the swords that seemed to be completely out of control and the palace behind them.

"Senior brother, there are two more people inside, Jiu Deyaji and Ye Sheng. Do you want to save them?"

As Wang Anzhi walked forward, the evil dragons formed from the seven deadly sins suddenly became docile. He raised his head, and the hilt of the sword automatically fell into his hand, while the blade itself became obedient.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the sword hilt returned to its sheath, and he sighed.

"Please, help me! I've already agreed."

End of Chapter 127 (Part Two)

On the Monyach

The Latin beauty Selma looked at the god-like and demonic figure standing on the surface of the Yangtze River and couldn't help but tremble with fear. The dragon servant who had chased them to the ends of the earth seemed so vulnerable in the hands of "Nuwa".

She looked at her teacher, Professor Mans Rundstedt, "Teacher, can people of mixed race achieve this level of skill?"

Mans touched his thinning hair and remained silent for a long time. Compared to others, he understood better what Nuwa's behavior meant.

With the blessing of the Holy Sword Durandal, his Word of Power was even comparable to that of a third-generation dragon servant.

If it weren't on the Yangtze River but on a bank, Mans was confident he might even have a chance to become an ancient "dragon slayer".

However, Nuwa's words violently destroyed both his and the dragon servant's words, leaving only her own domain. She did this without much effort and then completely killed the dragon servant.

He looked around, and the people on the boat were equally terrified.

The first mate said softly, "Is the principal capable of doing this?"

Everyone was silent.

Angers' Word of Power is Time Zero, which allows him to slow down time in his eyes. Even under normal circumstances, he can reduce time to a ratio of 50:1, where a second for an ordinary person is a minute for him.

Such words of power are a threat to every hybrid race, but not to dragons.

Although both hybrids and dragons are glass cannons, there are differences in their glass cannons. Undoubtedly, hybrids are much more glassy than pure-blooded dragons.

Even the scales of fifth-generation dragons can almost completely ignore guns and cannons, but even S-class hybrids or "royal"-class hybrids sometimes cannot dodge the least lethal "Frigga bullets".

The difference is evident.

Mans loosened his grip on the sword and carefully put it back in its sheath. By then, his right hand, which had been holding the sword, had turned completely black.

With a soft groan that Mans couldn't help, Selma noticed the wound and exclaimed, "Teacher!"

Mans shook his head. "It's nothing serious. At most, this hand is just ruined." He tried to swing his right hand, but once Durandal's domain was completely blocked, the erosion rooted in the blood of his right hand spread out completely.

This erosion comes from the blood of the King of Earth and Mountains that once stained the Holy Sword. This erosion from royal blood is nothing short of a deadly poison to hybrids.

Selma wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Mans.

He turned to look at the bottom of the river. "The one that Nuwa killed was definitely not the King of Bronze and Fire. Our mission is not yet complete."

"Why?" Selma was still somewhat incredulous. "That kind of power isn't the Dragon King?"

Mans pointed to the remaining crimson in the sky and said, "The word of Nuwa is serial number 96, Heaven and Earth as Furnace. This is the core word of the Bronze and Fire system. For the Dragon King, its power is no less than that of the legendary world-destroying word of Zhulong."

He paused, then pointed out: "But this is the Bronze City, the palace of the legendary Prince Norton. If we were in front of Norton, I doubt whether Nuwa's words would still work properly."

Selma felt no comfort upon hearing this; instead, she became even more discouraged. "Just a dragon servant..."

She fell silent. Before this, she had never even encountered a Deadpool. The biggest crisis she had ever faced was a corrupted hybrid, most of whom had low bloodlines.

“A dragon servant?” Mans shook his head, deciding to shatter his student’s fantasy. “This is the dragon servant of the King of Bronze and Fire, which is extremely rare even in the history of the Secret Society’s dragon slaying.”

He said, “It is said that three thousand years ago, His Highness Norton destroyed his bronze city in the Norse and came to the East, where he slept for two thousand years until he was buried in the bronze city and never awoke.”

“Three thousand years ago?” Selma, a Latin American, sensed the scale of time. “When was that? I remember the Bronze and Fire King’s fiefdom was in Northern Europe.”

"That was the time of Homer's epics, the time when ancient heroes wielded longswords and embarked on adventures," the first mate began. He was an Englishman, but no European could forget Greece and Rome.

Although there are no real Greeks and Romans left today.

"Yes! At that time, there was no writing in Northern Europe, nor any history or books. It was probably a Bronze Age ruled by chiefs and warriors."

Mans also said, stroking the obsidian sword case with his only remaining left hand, feeling its coolness.

The erosion caused by dragon blood can be a long-term process, but more often it is a one-time outbreak.

Fortunately, the Holy Sword was essentially an alchemical weapon, and Mans was not directly corrupted by the dragon's blood, so the extent of the corruption was kept within a certain range.

He recalled that ancient era, as if it echoed the bronze city right beneath his feet. "It is said that after His Highness Norton left on his journey, Northern Europe officially entered the Iron Age, although no history of it has been passed down."

Selma found it somewhat absurd. "Bronze again? Is the King of Bronze and Fire the King of All Bronze? Why does he have such a strong preference for bronze?"

“His Highness Norton naturally has a preference for bronze, but that’s not the right reason,” Mans said in a low voice, as if afraid of waking the sleeping king beneath the water.

"Most importantly, His Highness Norton was active for most of the Bronze Age, which may be a kind of mystical symbol for him."

"And then?" Selma asked instinctively.

Then he saw Mance pointing to the Bronze City beneath the river, and realized he had asked a silly question. After that, Norton fell into a deep sleep and didn't have time to update himself.