Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 356 Stop! Please stop fighting!
In the Saha world, Old Tang has already gained an overwhelming advantage. Although he almost lost halfway through because of the sentence "How can we lose when the flying dragon is on our face?", he was almost caught off guard and killed by Norton in his second transformation.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei was keeping a close eye on the situation and immediately deployed a Zerg behemoth, Leviathan, to block Norton's frenzied attack.

Old Tang, still shaken, recovered and laughed wildly at the bronze dragon lying on the ground: "That's it? Even the GM (administrator) is on my side, what do you have to fight me with?!"

Norton was furious and tried countless times to bring himself to his senses, but how could he so easily break free from the supreme power that belonged exclusively to the White King?

If he were in his prime, it would be fine, but now he's low on health and about to be defeated, so how could he possibly escape Lu Mingfei's clutches?

Norton was aware of this, but he could never accept that he would be replaced by that arrogant and idiotic person on the other side.

So he roared again, igniting the surrounding fire elements with his fury, condensing two terrifying fire tornadoes that rushed towards Old Tang.

Meanwhile, in the real world outside the Saha world, Constantine, who had issued the summons, didn't wait for the two dragon servants to arrive. He brandished two alchemical weapons and attacked again, intending to behead Lu Mingfei with a single sword strike.

He could sense that his brother's aura was growing weaker and weaker, and the Dragon King's power was completely gone, making him look more and more like a dying dragon.

So he was in a great hurry, as anxious as a king!
However, he had always been well protected by his older brother. Even when he went into battle, his brother was always there to give orders and provide support.

Now that he has lost his leader and has only just awakened as a child, coupled with his eagerness to save his brother, he has revealed far too many flaws. Lu Mingfei even felt like he was bullying a primary school student, and in a fit of rage.

The twin blades of rage and jealousy struck simultaneously, yet they could not budge the frail white jade bone sword and the boy. Lu Mingfei merely glanced at them, and the two alchemical weapons were deflected, revealing the ferocious little dragon man bleeding and weeping behind them.

Constantine's features were slightly distorted with anger, the dragon scales and bone armor on his face shattered, and dragon blood seeped out from the gaps. He looked like a demon from the underworld, a being that could truly stop children from crying at night.

However, if he is a ghost, then Lu Mingfei is a ghost-catching expert.

Lu Mingfei moved with lightning speed, and after cleaving through rage and jealousy with a sword, he unleashed a whirlwind fragrant kick without holding back, his size 42 sneaker striking Constantine A4's slender waist.

"boom!"

The poor little dragon felt as if his lumbar spine was about to be broken by that kick. He was sent flying like a prawn, his wings flapping wildly to try to steady himself, but the moment they unfolded, he and his wings tumbled together and flew further and further away in the air.

Lu Mingfei touched the ground with his toes, but did not stand still immediately. He turned his head to look in the direction where Ye Sheng and Jiu Deyaji were. He vaguely sensed an extremely powerful incantation being released, as if a third giant dragon had appeared in addition to the two dragon servants.

But he clearly heard that Zhou Minhao was risking his life, so he twisted his waist again, and rotated his right arm, which was full of power, 360 degrees, like a thunderbolt bow, and shot out the Kusanagi sword.

With a piercing whistle, the Kusanagi Sword pierced through the wind and rain, crashing into the night.

The first dragon servant, Ya'er, to respond to the king's call, felt a blur before his eyes, as if a streak of white light had swept past beneath him. Then, he felt a chill in his groin. The two dragons, which had been burning and stinging from the mercury-core blunt metal armor-piercing bullet, suddenly stopped feeling the burning pain.

Looking down, they discovered that not only the little dragon, but also its huge hind legs and half of its tail had been severed the moment the Kusanagi Sword brushed past them, and blood gushed out like a waterfall from beneath them.

Kusanagi Sword: Damn it, I thought it was a speed bump because it was in my blind spot. I used so much force and you're still alive. Fine, go tell my master what you have to say.

Lu Mingfei also had something to say: What kind of class do you have to dare to join in the fun between kings? Go to hell!
The hand that had been thrown out with the sword grabbed at the mangled body of the dragon servant Ya'er, and the absolute violence called Judgment descended. The river water, which had been boiling because of Constantine's anger, suddenly cooled down, and the water vapor floating on the surface of the river condensed into crystals at the low temperature.

Before the large handfuls of dragon blood could fall into the river and pollute the water, they were frozen into ice, winding their way upwards like the death finger of the Antarctic seabed, freezing the wailing dragon servant Ya'er along with them.

"clatter!"

With a crisp snap of Lu Mingfei's fingers, the dragon servant Ya'er, who had been frozen in flight, shattered silently. The power of judgment shattered the giant dragon, which was more than ten meters long, into countless glittering silver crystals.

"Ya'er!" Seeing his subordinate, who had guarded their home for a thousand years, die without a complete corpse, even though Constantine only had his brother as his sun, his heart was still made of flesh and blood, how could he not feel heartache?

But that wasn't the end of it; the next instant, Samson's presence also vanished.

Even the most loyal servant of the King of Bronze and Fire is dead?!

To make matters worse, his elder brother was also on the verge of death, and perhaps in a few more breaths, he would be the only one left alive in the world.

"You traitorous scoundrel, I swear I will never let you get away with this!"

Constantine's skin turned completely red-hot, literally red-hot. His originally bluish-black scales gradually turned a magma-like red, and the sword case on his back opened.

The arrogant eight-sided Han sword was the first to be drawn, its unparalleled sharpness hovering above Constantine's head.

Then sloth, greed, gluttony, and lust were unleashed, forming an archway on either side of pride.

The five alchemical weapons resonated with Constantine's rage and envy, resembling seven roaring dragons.

Seeing the seven deadly sins unleashed, coupled with the Dragon King's second transformation, Lu Mingfei knew Constantine was prepared to risk his life, and quickly asked:
"Old Tang, is it done yet? If this drags on any longer, I'm afraid Constantine will die!"

It wasn't that he was beaten to death by him, but that Constantine killed himself!
Old Tang, who was in the Saha world, had finished his battle and was preparing to send Norton on his way. He had originally planned to show some mutual respect, but after hearing Lu Mingfei's words, he dared not delay any longer.

He walked over to Norton, who had been reduced to his original, miserable form, neither dragon nor human, and knelt down to meet his gaze into those golden eyes that were filled with resentment, anger, and blood.

Norton was too exhausted to speak, so he could only continue to attack Old Tang with his eyes. It was easy to guess that he was going to hurl some very harsh insults.

However, since things had come to this point, they had no choice but to begin the meal.

Old Tang looked at Norton, who was filled with hatred, and sighed slightly, feeling a sense of absurdity in killing himself.

But he didn't want to disappear, so he had no choice but to make do with Norton for now.

"Sorry, ex-brother, I was a bit too rough, but don't worry, I'll take care of Constantine from now on." Old Tang tried to be as gentle as possible. "I'll make him happy, make him feel good, and treat him well for the rest of my life."

"So, you can go without worry."

Norton lay on the ground, barely breathing, and had originally planned to vomit blood onto Old Tang's face during his final moments of lucidity. However, after hearing these heartfelt words, the breath that was stuck in his throat inexplicably disappeared.

Yes, from beginning to end, all he wanted was for his younger brother to live a peaceful life.

Since the Bronze and Fire King Norton couldn't do it, let's leave it to the bounty hunter Ronald Don.

Norton could not end the chaos, because he himself was the creator of it.

As long as he lives, he will raise the battle flag without stopping, launching a great war of revenge against humanity to reclaim the throne that belongs to the dragon race.

Constantine was a good boy who, despite disliking war, repeatedly took up arms and went to the endless battlefield to meet his expectations.

"The so-called fate of the abandoned tribe is to cross the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and return to their homeland."

Norton suddenly murmured those words, a look of relief appearing in his eyes.

Death is not scary; it's just a long sleep. The only difference is that this time, he will never wake up again.

He gave the man with the comical, slanted eyebrows one last look and left with the words, "Take good care of Constantine."

As he finished speaking, the Dragon King's body completely lost its life force, gradually transforming into crystalline light that flowed into Old Tang's body. At this moment, a vast and boundless stream of memories flooded his mind, not Norton's efforts to achieve his royal ambitions and return to the top of the world, but rather his ordinary daily life with Constantine.

He entrusted his most precious memories to Old Tang, along with the power belonging to the King of Bronze and Fire.

Having witnessed the death of the old king and the birth of the new king, the allied forces of the three races raised their weapons and roared with joy.

Old Tang stood up, his eyes gleaming with golden light. Gazing at the gradually dissipating allied forces of the three races and the crumbling Saha world, he solemnly said, "Thank you!"

“We’re all buddies, what’s with the formalities?!” Lu Mingfei interrupted at the most inopportune moment, cutting off Old Tang’s coronation and farewell ceremony: “Constantine is going to fight to the death. If you don’t want to see a dead brother, you’d better come out and stop him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Saha world completely collapsed, and Old Tang returned to the real world from the interstellar battlefield.

He was startled the moment he opened his eyes.

The once lush riverside forest has now turned into a scorched wasteland. The surging river water is half scalding hot and half faintly cold, just like the contrast between ice and fire in the Red Ghost River.

"What's going on?!" Old Tang turned to ask Lu Mingfei beside him, but as his gaze shifted, he suddenly saw a humanoid monster on the river surface surrounded by seven swords, with two lines of bloody tears flowing from its eyes, looking like a monstrous demon from hell.

Although he was ugly and unattractive, Old Tang recognized him at a glance as Constantine, his beloved younger brother.

Meanwhile, Constantine was wielding the Seven Deadly Sins and slashing at Lu Mingfei, fighting with a reckless, life-risking style, determined to take a piece of flesh from Lu Mingfei even if it meant his own death.

Lu Mingfei, wielding the returned Kusanagi sword, fought Constantine while treading on the surging river.

Seeing his best brother and best friend getting into a fight, Old Tang quickly stepped in to break it up:

"Stop! Stop it!! Don't fight anymore!!!"

His voice was loud, but it couldn't drown out the rushing river, the clanging of swords, or Constantine's burning rage.

"Stop fighting! Stop it!" In his desperation, Old Tang seemed to have forgotten that he had been crowned king, and stood on the shore shouting, "Stop fighting!"

Fortunately, Constantine was blinded by hatred, but Lu Mingfei was not.

He seized the opportunity to create an opening, lured Constantine into the trap, and without saying a word, delivered a "Friendship-Breaking Punch" to his face, sending the already irrational Constantine flying a hundred meters away. After tracing a perfect parabola in the air, Constantine landed on the river surface in front of Old Tang.

With a "plop," Constantine fell into the water along with his sword. The power of the Friendship-Breaking Fist and the icy river water brought him back to his senses a little, but it was still not enough to pull him out of his grief over losing his brother. He leaped out of the water and was ready to fight another three hundred rounds.

However, the moment he broke through the water, a pair of strong and powerful hands grabbed him and then a familiar aura that reassured Long Xin came over, leaving Constantine stunned on the spot.

"Kang Kang, stop hitting him. You won't kill him like this." Old Tang hugged the battered Ou Doudou tightly, feeling heartbroken. He used his arms to hold Ou Doudou's hard body tightly, refusing to let go, afraid that if he loosened his grip, Constantine would rush out to fight Lu Mingfei again.

Constantine, who had been brutally locked up by the dragon, was stunned on the spot. His face, streaked with blood and tears, was filled with disbelief and incredulity. He had clearly sensed that his brother's life force had completely dissipated, and that even the cocoon had not been left behind.

But how could he suddenly come back to life in an instant?!

His neck seemed to be rusted, turning little by little until his gaze finally landed on the face of his own brother, whose eyebrows were a bit strange. The madness and hatred in Constantine's eyes were instantly extinguished, leaving only endless and boundless ecstasy.

Feeling the strong heartbeat behind him and the warmth of his brother's embrace, Constantine forced himself to turn around. Looking at Old Tang, whose face was filled with panic as if he were afraid he would run out and continue his life-or-death struggle with Lu Mingfei, his voice trembled:
"Brother, is that you?"

“It’s me, Constantine, it’s me!” Old Tang nodded vigorously and hugged Constantine tightly: “Brother is here, brother has come back to find you!”

The words "Brother has come back to find you" directly shattered Constantine's defenses. His heart, already filled with fear and anxiety at being abandoned, found unprecedented comfort at this moment. It was as if the warmest place in the world was in his brother's arms, causing his long-dried tears to well up again.

But now, the tears are no longer filled with resentment and hatred; they are clear as water, carrying with them a deep longing and fear.

"elder brother!"

Constantine hugged his brother, who was struggling to come back to life, as if he were holding the most precious jewel in the world, and repeated those two simple words almost with tears streaming down his face.

Old Tang sensed his younger brother's fear and unease. He gently patted his bony back, occasionally feeling some broken and damaged tissue. He couldn't help but look up at Lu Mingfei, who was walking across the river in the distance, and asked with his eyes how he had beaten Constantine so badly!

Lu Mingfei shrugged helplessly, indicating that he was only acting in self-defense and hadn't used much force, otherwise Constantine would have really been extradited to heaven.

After a while, Constantine stopped crying. Ignoring the enemy who had killed his brother and subordinates behind him, he lowered his head and began to pull at Old Tang's tattered clothes.

The dragon-transformed claws easily tore apart the T-shirt that Ryoma Kaoru had bought. The sharp fingertips stroked the smooth chest, confirming that the three cuts and six holes that Lu Ming had non-violently stabbed earlier had completely healed. Only then did Constantine breathe a sigh of relief.

Old Tang knew what he was worried about, and explained with a smile, "It's nothing. He wasn't trying to kill me just now. He was just helping me with some problems. He said it was acupuncture, a traditional Chinese medicine treatment."

What kind of acupuncture uses a sword that's over a meter long?!
Constantine wanted to complain, but felt too weak to do so.

Seeing that his brother was unharmed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed. The floating Seven Deadly Sins fell down, and his dragon form slowly returned to normal. However, he had exhausted too much energy, and it would take a long time for him to return to his normal human form.

So Lao Tang looked to Lu Mingfei for help, knowing that Mingfei had a miraculous skill of instant healing.

Lu Mingfei walked in, facing Constantine's gaze that seemed ready to bite at any moment. He cast a healing spell on him, not wanting to waste words explaining anything. He left it to Old Tang so that he could get to know Constantine better. There was still Zhou Minhao on the verge of death at the Zhou family's place, and he had to get there.

However, Constantine is indeed a good kid. Even though he was almost beaten up by Lu Mingfei, he still nodded and thanked him after recovering his body with a healing spell.

Although the voice was a little soft, it was truly heartfelt.

After expressing his gratitude, he didn't look at Lu Mingfei, but instead asked Lao Tang what was wrong with his health that required such radical acupuncture treatment.

Old Tang once again sought help from the sidelines, but Lu Mingfei was already carrying his sword, ready to rush to the scene to save people, and didn't even notice his pleading look.

Fortunately, Old Tang knew an ultimate scapegoat, and without saying a word, he directly said: "It was Odin. He ambushed me before I regained my memories and powers."

“Odin?” Constantine’s eyes showed a hint of fear upon hearing this, but it was quickly dispelled by anger: “He dared to lay a hand on my brother, he deserves to die!”

Well, it seems this kid hasn't recovered from his overwhelming rage yet; his persona has almost crumbled.

Lu Mingfei's lips twitched slightly. He thought to himself that Old Tang was always hanging out with Finger and was learning to talk nonsense like him. Just as he was about to set sail, he saw a cruise ship sailing from the direction of Fengjie.

What the hell? An earthquake with such a huge commotion, and there are actually people who aren't afraid of death coming to join in the fun?!

Shocked, Lu Mingfei looked into the distance and noticed something was wrong. Why did those people on the cruise ship look so familiar?
Chen Wenwen, Zhao Menghua, Xu Jiashuangpang... they were all classmates who came to the mountain city for tourism, and they were all tied up with ropes!

Lu Mingfei didn't know what these people were up to, but he knew that they had most likely been kidnapped.

After all, the mountain city nowadays is not only home to Kassel and the mixed-race family, but also to a group of bounty hunters who will do anything for money and murder.

If nothing unexpected happens, Young Master Zhao and Chen Bailian have run into trouble. Their pleasure boat has been forcibly requisitioned and they've been kidnapped and taken hostage.

(End of this chapter)