Zongman: The post-2D era

After saying that, he stood up suddenly, his figure was as big as a mountain, and there was a light in his eyes that should not be underestimated.

"I don't care whether he is the real 'Fingal' or not, or what happened in the Ice Sea incident eight years ago. However, his talent can be called the son of 'alchemy', just like Newton and Einstein in the development of science!"

"Do you understand what I mean, Ange?"

Principal Ange bowed slightly to show his respect for old man Flamel's words, then lightly tapped the surveillance screen, and the scene quickly switched to the examination room where Lu Mingfei was.

In the surveillance video, Lu Mingfei was sitting in front of a slightly old wooden table. He lowered his head and concentrated on sketching something on a piece of white paper. His expression was calm and focused, as if the noise from the outside world had nothing to do with him.

Surrounding him were a group of mixed-race people in various mentally disturbed outfits, they were either singing and dancing or talking in low voices, their laughter and chattering constantly adding some life and energy to the silent examination room.

The sunlight shines through the windows onto them, creating vivid pictures of light and shadow, like a gorgeous painting of the kingdom of God.

Lu Mingfei's figure appears particularly unique in this picture. His brush jumps on the paper, as if telling a story that belongs only to him.

Principal Angers looked at him with deep eyes, and turned to old man Flamel, and asked softly: "Flamel, with your insight, can you explain to me the painting that Lu Mingfei drew in the examination room?"

Upon hearing this, Flamel slowly walked to the surveillance screen and stared at Lu Mingfei's focused back in the picture.

On the screen, Lu Mingfei's brushstrokes were smooth, and a picture gradually took shape.

In the picture, Lu Mingfei is dressed in casual clothes with a warm smile. Next to him stands a young man in a neat suit. The two stand side by side, looking firmly into the distance.

The face of the young man in the suit was somewhat similar to Feng Feng who had left school.

Opposite them, Feng Feng stood alone and proud in the hazy light and shadow, as if he was confronted by the two of them across a gap of time and space.

The painting is colorful, with light and shadow interweaving, and the subtle emotions and complex entanglements between the three people are vividly portrayed on paper, which makes people imagine endlessly. Flamel frowned, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

Flamel flashed and knocked Principal Angers to the ground with a punch. His movements were so fast that it was astonishing.

Principal Angers was caught off guard and fell to the ground, looking stunned.

"Ange, you actually let the fate of the "Son of Alchemy" and the Black King collide? You old bastard!"

Flamel had no time to pay attention to him. He quickly took out an alchemical slate that was shining with strange light from his arms. It was the alchemical array controller he had carefully arranged.

"If anything happens to Feng Feng, you can expect the school to explode!"

The screen suddenly lit up, and in the picture, Feng Feng was in a ruin, surrounded by broken mechanical wreckage, and he was fighting fiercely with a huge robot named Bai Jie.

"Fortunately, I left a backup plan on Feng Feng. What is this...Terminator?!!"

The robot on the screen was waving a huge metal fist, and every attack was accompanied by a roar, while Feng Feng was agile, dodging and counterattacking, showing the style of a master.

The fight between the two was extremely fierce. Every collision sparked a firefight, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

Flamel and Principal Angers stared at the screen, their faces full of question marks, their hearts filled with confusion and shock.

Chapter 909 The King of Bronze and Fire

Monday, December 26

Feng Feng's unconscious body lay on the alchemy array in the underground base of the Night Watchmen of Kassel Academy. The Night Watchmen beside the array were murmured as they studied the wreckage of the self-destructing robot.

"That old bastard Ange said that the robots in this alien world can't be real!"

In the mind-refining formation, Feng Feng seemed to see Shirai and Misaka Mikoto in a foggy dream.

At the Tokiwadai Junior High School Research Center, the Fengfeng clone created by the top management listened to the two people's discussion. The topic was that this clone was most likely a failure, so it was so easy to "steal".

The three princesses contacted the 19th century "Ancestor Sakura Witch" on behalf of Britain, and learned about the existence of Fengfeng clones from her.

Most students joked about the "overreaction to the doomsday prophecy" and continued to go to school with helpless expressions on their faces on Monday.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Morning Light Wei monitor the Feng Feng clones on the screen.

Carriages were running in London in the 19th century, and in the gray fog and lights of London in the 21st century, the Sakura Witch arrived in the 21st century.

In the boys' dormitory of Kassel College, Lu Mingfei lay on the bed after Feng Feng left, with a heavy burden pressing on his eyelids.

A small path appeared in Lu Mingfei's dream. The road was thick with fog, but there was a flame rising into the sky in front of him.

Feng Feng listened to Lu Mingfei's hurried footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, and wondered why he was here.

Lu Mingfei suddenly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him was blurry, but he clearly saw Feng Feng standing not far away. He looked stunned, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Feng Feng? Why are you here too? Are we both being sleep paralyzed by ghosts? Why can't we wake up?"

Lu Mingfei rubbed his sleepy eyes, his tone filled with panic and confusion.

Feng Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly become terrified. He pointed behind Feng Feng and said in a trembling voice: "Look... look behind!"

Feng Feng turned around and saw a ten-year-old boy in an exquisite suit standing in the mist, his eyes flashing with a strange golden light, and he had the aura of a dragon king.

He raised a strange smile and said slowly: "Brother, I found you, come with me to find the King of Bronze and Fire!"

Lu Mingfei tightly grasped the corner of Feng Feng's clothes, his face as pale as paper, his eyes full of fear and confusion. He hid behind Feng Feng's sturdy body, only revealing a pair of trembling eyes, staring at the little boy in the mist, his voice was filled with tears:

"Feng Feng, he, he said he was my brother, and he would take me to find the King of Bronze and Fire! He also said...he also said that you are outside of destiny, and he would, would kill me!"

The little boy pressed forward step by step, his golden eyes flashing with an unquestionable light, as if everything was under his control.

"Brother, hurry up, hurry up, the funeral of the Bronze and Fire King is almost over."

Feng Feng frowned, stood in front of Lu Mingfei, and scanned the surroundings sharply, trying to find a way to escape.

Lu Mingfei pressed against Feng Feng's back, crying but trying to stay calm as he shouted, "You... go find the King of Bronze and Fire yourself!"

"I, I'm not going! Feng Feng, let's ignore him. You should think of a solution quickly. When you wake up, remember to go back to the dormitory and wake me up!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the corner of Feng Feng's clothes tightly with both hands, as if it was his only life-saving straw.

Feng Feng could feel Lu Mingfei's fingers trembling. His heart tightened and he looked around more firmly, trying to find a possibility of breaking through the fog.

"We all have nowhere to escape. This is the funeral of the Bronze and Fire Kings, their final legacy."

In front, the little boy in the suit was pressing forward step by step, with an irresistible light flashing in his golden eyes. The whole scene was filled with urgency and crisis.

Lu Mingfei's voice trembled as he tried to ease his fear with humor: "This, this scene is just like the King of Bronze and Fire that ran out of some middle school novel! He even brought a little brother to recognize his relatives. This is too dramatic!"

The little boy in the suit did not stop walking, with a sneer on his face, as if he was disdainful of Lu Mingfei's struggle.

But Feng Feng's eyes were extremely solemn. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky, only to see a huge monster emerging from the fog.

It was a giant dragon covered in scarlet scales and carrying blazing flames on its back. Its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun. Its eyes were like torches, as if it could see through all the vanity in the world.

This is none other than the King of Bronze and Fire. Every breath it takes is accompanied by a thunderous roar. Blazing flames roll around its body, evaporating the mist without a trace.

The giant dragon roared, as if announcing that some ancient and solemn ceremony was about to begin.

Lu Mingfei, the little boy in the suit, and Feng Feng, the three of them seemed to be pulled by an invisible force. Suddenly, their bodies twisted and they actually passed through layers of fog and flew into the body of the giant dragon soaring from the sky.

The space inside the dragon's body is vast and boundless, with blazing flames and red scales interweaving into a magnificent spectacle.

They were grounded, yet they seemed to be standing on a flowing river of fire, surrounded by a patchwork of dragon bone structures, each containing an ancient and powerful force.

The voice of the Lord of Bronze and Fire echoed in their hearts, tragic and majestic, revealing the reason why it summoned them -

It is about to fall, and the reason for its death is to protect a secret that spans time and space, a key to the fate of the world.

The scene in front of Lu Mingfei and the little boy in the suit suddenly changed. They found themselves on an ancient battlefield. One hundred thousand soldiers from Baidi City came like a tide, with spears like a forest and swords like lightning, surrounding the King of Bronze and Fire.

The giant dragon let out a deafening roar, flames billowed all over its body, and every attack was accompanied by a blazing wave of fire. Soldiers fell in large numbers, but more of them took their place, and the battlefield became a Shura hell.

But what Feng Feng saw was completely different. In front of him was a cold battlefield of the future, with a hundred thousand robots lined up waiting, the silver metallic luster flickering in the moonlight, laser cannons locked onto the dragon, and energy beams intertwined like a rainbow.

The King of Bronze and Fire appears lonely and tragic in this high-tech torrent. Every flap of his wings stirs up countless sparks, but the robots show no fear and keep pressing forward step by step. A showdown between technology and ancient power is about to take place, and blood and despair fill the air.

The two dreams seem to be connected by fate.

Feng Feng was in the cold battlefield of the future, and before him was the final showdown between the King of Bronze and Fire and a hundred thousand robots.

Every time the dragon flapped its wings, countless sparks and metal fragments collided. The flames it spewed were blocked by the high-tech protective shield, but they still caused the surrounding air to distort.

The robot's face was expressionless as its laser cannons continued to fire, energy beams weaving into a web around the dragon, each hit causing the dragon's massive body to tremble.

Finally, under a fierce attack, the King of Bronze and Fire let out a last tragic roar, and his huge body fell to the ground. The flames gradually went out, leaving only cold scales and endless despair.

"Save me, or there will be no future for this world!"

Chapter 910: Losing Children

Tuesday, December 27

Feng Feng's unconscious body lay on the alchemy array in the underground base of the Night Watchmen of Kassel College. The Night Watchmen beside the array frowned and tried to wake him up again.

Feng Feng was trapped in a foggy dream, and vaguely heard the conversation between Shirai, Misaka Mikoto and the three British princesses.

At the Tokiwadai Junior High School Research Center, the Fengfeng clone created by the senior management listened to the discussion between the two. The topic was that this clone was secretly sent to the UK.

The three princesses contacted the 19th century "Ancestor Sakura Witch" on behalf of Britain and obtained a contract in exchange for Feng Feng's clones.

Most students joked about the "overreacted doomsday predictions" and went to school helplessly on Tuesday, complaining about being bored but no one really tried to do anything.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Morning Light Yui were analyzing the data of Feng Feng's clones on the surveillance screen.

Horse-drawn carriages run in 19th century London, and the Sakura Witch keeps playing in the gray fog and lights of 21st century London.

A team of a thousand men and the three factions in power are carving a magic circle.

In the boys' dormitory of Kassel College, Lu Mingfei was lying on the bed with a dead expression, looking like a miserable kid.

Lu Mingfei recalled a path that appeared in his dream. There was heavy fog on the road, and there was fire and the King of Bronze and Fire in front of him.

The giant dragon covered in red scales and carrying blazing flames on its back, with its wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun. Its eyes were like torches, as if it could see through all the vanity in the world.

Every breath of the King of Bronze and Fire is accompanied by thunder. How could he be worthy of saving such a legendary life!

At this time, Feng Feng was still in a foggy dream. Beside him was the Dragon King Constantine dressed in Hanfu, and in front of him were the real images of Lu Mingfei and Dragon King Norton.

Feng Feng struggled hard in the chaotic abyss of dreams. His consciousness seemed to be entangled in thick mist, and every attempt to break free seemed futile.

He vaguely felt his fingers trembling slightly, which was a faint signal of returning to reality.

Beside him, the Dragon King Constantine was dressed in gorgeous Chinese costume with fluttering sleeves. His eyes revealed the vicissitudes and helplessness of a thousand years, but on the surface he looked like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

He stared at the illusory Lu Mingfei in front of him, shook his head gently, and a faint bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if to say: "This child who holds my future is not the hero who can turn the tide. He can't bear the burden of this world."

As he spoke, the Dragon King's gaze pierced through the mist of time and space and struck deep into Feng Feng's soul.

Feng Feng's heart trembled, and he could not help but retort: ​​"Lord Dragon King, what you said is wrong. In this day and age, heroes are not judged by their origins or their eras."

"Although Lu Mingfei looks ordinary, he is tough inside and can always burst out amazing strength at critical moments."