A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 297 Island Sinks, Hatching

The sky seemed to crack, the rain poured down uncontrollably, and the wind was no longer an air current, but an invisible giant whip, lashing the sea and the ship's hull.

The raging storm, with waves higher than the ship, and the constant rocking and swaying made all the mixed-race people on board feel as if the whole world had returned to the primitive savagery of the planet's birth.

The mixed-race individuals from various factions fought with all their might and finally managed to board the ship. One by one, the various ocean-going vessels retracted their anchors, braved the wind and waves, and sped away from this sea area.

Because the island of Bello is going to sink!

The once winding beach has vanished, and the raging seawater crashes heavily onto the island, as if trying to shove the entire island into the ocean floor.

The massive rock formations at the edge of the island shattered and slid into the chaotic seawater, the dense, loud 'plop' sounds briefly drowning out the sounds of wind and rain.

The mixed-race people, who had been lying on the decks of many powerful forces and unable to act, showed fear on their faces. The ocean, which was named after peace, finally revealed its most greedy face.

Instead of crashing against the coast, the seawater surged wildly into the newly formed fissures inside the island, causing the hollow structure to be invaded by a large amount of seawater, emitting a terrifying sucking sound like a giant beast drinking water.

As the ocean thirstily poured in, the island sank even faster, and an unprecedented, enormous whirlpool began to form on the sea surface.

What started as a rapidly spinning puddle of water quickly expanded into a gigantic, spiraling maw that devoured everything.

The center of the vortex was bottomless, pitch black like the gates of hell, devouring everything around it without even chewing.

The mixed-race people on board could clearly feel that the ship, which was already rocking and struggling to move forward, was slowing down!

It was clearly caught by the giant vortex!
The might of nature compels the hybrids to subconsciously push their limits, grabbing onto anything within reach to avoid falling and being swallowed by that terrifying black vortex.

Warships, ocean-going freighters, and ocean-going fishing boats surged forward and backward amidst the currents, high waves, and whirlpools, like pirate ships in an amusement park, lifted up by the waves and rocking back and forth.

On the deck, the limp hybrids clung desperately to anything that could be held in place. They opened their mouths wide, but no sound came out. Their violent coughs were choked back by the sight of the world collapsing before them.

All the ships were running at full speed, their engines practically exploding, gradually increasing their speed to resist the pull of the whirlpool and break through the blockade of the waves.

Fortunately, the modern engine was powerful, and the pulling force of the whirlpool decreased slightly when Bello Island sank halfway, so they managed to escape safely before the whirlpool expanded further.

The mixed-race people on the ships breathed a sigh of relief, but when they tried to let go, they found they couldn't. They realized then that they had gripped too tightly and couldn't pull their hands back for a moment.

The joy of surviving the ordeal washed away some of the gloom, and voices, each hoarseer than the last, echoed: "We're alive, we're alive, we've made it..."

"Yes, yes, that's great, they survived."

"Island, Black King...Is Black King dead?"

Mentioning the Black King, the hybrids on many ships fell silent. They all knew that the Black King, Nidhogg, was definitely still at the bottom of the sea and could not possibly have died.

That's the ancestor of dragons!

For a normal person, the vortex is a matter of life and death, and for a hybrid, it's a matter of life and death. But for a dragon, it's like taking a bath. The physical abilities of the two sides are on completely different levels, let alone a supreme being like the Black King.

It's just a whirlpool, how could it possibly drown the Black King?
The Black King's final declaration, along with the incredibly terrifying ancient city and underground river, instilled fear in them from the bottom of their hearts!

……

Ships from all sides sailed away, and Bello Island was completely swallowed by the whirlpool, which expanded even further, even forming the spectacular underwater tornado.

Despite the immense power of nature, the island of Bello shimmered with the faint glow of alchemy, and the water, which flowed at an extremely fast speed and could even tear through the scales of a fifth-generation dragon, was forced to slow down.

The three generations of inhabitants on the island, led by Samson, blocked the entrance to the cave, preventing seawater from flooding into the underground palace.

Xu Lie and Lao Tang underground should have been fine, even though the ventilation shafts and sewers that were opened beforehand had been sealed off before the island sank to ensure that seawater would not flood in.

But the problem was Old Tang's renovation; when the island sank, it caused a series of violent and continuous shaking.

This caused numerous bronze candlesticks, lit by Old Tang for illumination, to rampage and fly around in the underground space, their flames igniting Constantine's blood vessels.

Constantine's embryo was so pitiful that it desperately tried to shrink back, withdrawing the blood vessels and daring not to grow any larger, as if it had misunderstood something and mistakenly thought that it had done something wrong to anger its brother, Old Tang, who then set it on fire.

Old Tang was sweating profusely with anxiety. He had just used the two special sealing artifacts that Xu Lie had given him to briefly borrow the power of the City of Calamity and the River of Eternal Darkness.

He even imitated the Black King's tone and displayed his dragon form, deceiving all the hybrids, but also suffered the backlash, his spirit and physical strength were completely drained.

Old Tang is now extremely weak and has difficulty walking, but for his younger brother's sake, he still desperately tries to clean up the mess.

The tremors continued, and Old Tang would stumble every two steps. He barely managed to brace himself with his hands on the ground, but the gold bricks he was making were too slippery, and his hands slipped out, causing his chin to hit one of the bricks.

Not only that, the flying bronze candlesticks also hit Old Tang on the head. It didn't hurt, but the flames on them, mixed with the shark oil that Old Tang had extracted, ignited his hair.

The mighty King of Bronze and Fire is now being burned and ravaged by the flames.

Xu Lie, who sat atop the Blood Throne, couldn't stand it any longer: "Why don't you just ask Constantine to handle it?"

These words jolted him awake. In a panic, Old Tang hurriedly lay down on the ground, frantically patting his hair while shouting for help: "Constantine, help put out the fire, and catch those flying candlesticks!" With a clear order, the naturally timid Constantine finally knew what to do. Blood quickly spread, covering the entire underground palace.

Numerous blood threads easily held in place a large pile of flying candlesticks, and the remaining blood threads continued to fall, finally extinguishing the fire.

Even Old Tang's head was completely covered in blood vessels, forcibly extinguishing the flames on his hair.

Old Tang finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing weakly to the ground to catch his breath. Before long, Old Tang seemed to have forgotten his disheveled state, lying on the ground with great pride: "Brother Xu."

"The church has so many treasures! I only infused the two treasures you gave me with my spiritual essence, and wow! The spectacle left all the half-bloods completely dumbfounded!"

"Hahaha, you have no idea how terrified they were. When I finally revealed my dragon form and left a declaration, they were all scared to death."

Xu Lie had a feeling that the hybrid was collapsing because of the influence of the two source substances, rather than because he was really scared by Old Tang. But since the other party had helped so much, Xu Lie wouldn't expose him at this moment: "Thank you for your help."

"Without you, Old Tang, our church would have a hard time deceiving mixed-race people all over the world."

Or rather, without Lao Tang and the others' help, this promotion ceremony wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

Today, people of mixed race all over the world, and even those like Lu Mingze and Pompeii, believe that this place is the Black King's incubation ground, and that the person wearing the black mask is the Black King.

All that's needed is to wait patiently for another three months for the ceremony to be completed smoothly, so Xu Lie sincerely thanked Lao Tang.

"Haha, why say such things? It's only right, I'm a member of the church too." Old Tang raised his hand with difficulty and patted his chest.

I originally wanted to take more photos to show my boldness, but I really didn't have the strength to take more: "Brother Xu, since you couldn't take action yourself to assist Mr. Fool in observing fate, it must be me who came."

"Anyway, we're brothers, don't be shy!"

"Brother, you have a new brother?"

Old Tang was taken aback. Why was Brother Xu starting to call him "brother"? Could it be... that he was moved by his magnanimous elder brother aura?

That's great! I'm not bragging, but he's really good at being a boss. Back when he was a bounty hunter, Old Tang often thought about whether he should recruit a few underlings.

I watched a lot of gangster movies because of this, and I thought I had mastered a lot of knowledge about being a gang leader. Look, now I can put what I learned to good use.

Old Tang struggled to sit up, intending to talk to Xu Lie about the excellent treatment he would receive by recognizing him as his elder brother.

Then he saw a little boy with an excessively delicate face, looking at him timidly.

Where did this little boy come from?
A feeling of kinship welled up within him, and without a second thought, Old Tang called out the little boy's name: "Constantine? Constantine!"

Constantine, unbeknownst to anyone, had already successfully hatched and emerged from his cocoon.

"!" Constantine seemed startled by Old Tang's voice, taking two steps back and lowering his head in fear. Even so, he persisted in asking the previous question: "Brother, do you have new brothers?"

Constantine's voice was particularly weak, and he spoke with a sense of timidity.

"Ah? No...no." Old Tang was flustered and panicked, like a henpecked husband caught cheating by his wife: "You, Constantine, listen to my explanation."

"No, it's not what you think. I'm talking about the brotherhood between the eldest brother and the youngest brother, not a new brother. You're my only younger brother."

Constantine certainly didn't understand such illogical words, but he did understand the second half: he only had one brother.

The cowardly Dragon King finally raised his head and smiled sweetly: "Brother!"

On the crimson throne, Xu Lie removed his pure black mask, took out some sunflower seeds from his pocket, and started cracking them open. Brilliant! Brilliant!
Xu Lie had thought Fenrir's mental state was at the peak of the Dragon King, but he didn't expect Constantine to be just as good. He could even be jealous. Impressive!

Given his personality, maybe we should just give Constantine a bottle of witch's potion. I wonder if Old Tang would accept it.

If we were to trace back to the source, Nidhogg, the Black King who could create dragon kings like Fenrir and Constantine, must have been mentally unstable.

As Xu Lie's thoughts wandered, the Dragon King brothers were embracing each other. After a while, Old Tang finally let go and introduced them: "Come on, Constantine."

“This is your brother Xu. If it weren’t for his help, I might have been killed by Cassel long ago. It’s also because of him that you weren’t taken away by Cassel.”

Constantine was rather shy, so he huddled behind Old Tang, only peeking out his head, and politely greeted him, "Hello, Brother Xu."

"Hello to you too." Xu Lie's eyes became even stranger: "I'm not available right now, but I'll give you a gift when I get out of prison."

"Hahaha! That's great, Constantine. You don't know, Brother Xu has a lot of good stuff. Shouldn't you thank your brother Xu?"

"Thank you, Brother Xu."

"You're welcome."

(End of this chapter)