Zongman: The post-2D era

Although the light is weak, like the most inconspicuous star in the night sky, it also flickers a glimmer that is unwilling to be ordinary. It seems that there is a tiny flame in the body that is jumping tenaciously, eager to break through the shackles of fate.

Feng Feng looked at Lao Tang with a firm gaze, and his voice was filled with unquestionable power: "Lao Tang, I have no intention of stepping into the dragon blood pool. What I want is to rescue the imprisoned Ye Sheng and Ya Ji."

After saying this, he slowly raised his hand, palm facing up. The mark of the Road to Honoring the King was faintly visible in his palm, as if it contained an ancient and mysterious power.

A hint of surprise flashed across Old Tang's brows, then turned into an interested smile. He nodded slowly and waved his fingers lightly.

The light of the alchemy array flickered slightly, and the scene changed, and the figures of Ye Sheng and Yaji appeared before their eyes. They were bound by invisible forces, but there was an unyielding light in their eyes.

Feng Feng took a step forward, and the mark on his palm shone brightly, interweaving with the light of the alchemy array, as if he was silently negotiating with an ancient power. The air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere.

"I will use my qualifications of having walked the path of honoring the king in exchange for the captured Ye Sheng and Ya Ji."

Old Tang's eyes seemed to have traveled through thousands of years of vicissitudes. With a hint of confusion and respect, he nodded slowly, touched his chest with his hand, and bowed according to ancient etiquette.

"Your choice is beyond my expectation, but it is also in line with the ancient chivalry. However, I am curious, what kind of charm do Ye Sheng and Ya Ji have that can make you willing to give up the power of the Dragon King that is within your reach?"

His voice was low and solemn, as if every word carried the weight of history.

Feng Feng did not move, but his eyes became more determined. He looked into the distance, as if he had traveled through the fog of time and space, and saw the few memories of his interactions with Ye Sheng and Yaji in school.

"They are my companions who fight side by side with me. They are the most precious bonds I have on this lonely road. For them, I am willing to bet everything, even if the road ahead is filled with endless darkness."

Although his voice was soft, it was like thunder, echoing in the empty alchemy array and shaking everyone's heart.

Feng Feng appears to be very chivalrous on the surface, but in his heart he is flipping through the book of the Dragon Clan, sighing that he wants to change the "destiny of the plot". The two people who died first must be saved!

In the dim cell, Ye Sheng and Yaji sat side by side, their faces haggard but their eyes unyielding.

Behind the iron bars, they saw Feng Feng and Lao Tang walk in together, with surprise and confusion written all over their faces.

Ye Sheng frowned, while Yaji widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Feng Feng? How come you are standing shoulder to shoulder with the Dragon King..." Aki's voice trembled slightly, and her unfinished words were full of doubts.

Feng Feng did not answer immediately, but just smiled gently, and that smile showed both relief and determination.

He walked forward slowly, his eyes gently sweeping over the two of them, as if silently telling thousands of words.

Old Tang stood aside with a complicated look in his eyes, as if examining this rare friendship and sacrifice.

Feng Feng gently waved the seal in his hand, and the iron door of the cell burst open. Ye Sheng and Yaji were gently lifted out by an invisible force and landed steadily on the snow outside the Bronze City.

They staggered a few steps, stood firm, and looked back in shock, only to see that the bronze city that had stood there just now had disappeared without a trace like a mirage, leaving only an empty snowfield and the hazy shadows of mountains in the distance.

The water splashed all over the mud under their feet, and seemed to add a touch of fantasy to their incredible escape.

Ye Sheng and Yaji looked at each other, their eyes full of disbelief.

And out of their sight, the Bronze City had been quietly transformed into Nibelungen by Old Tang with his superb alchemy, and disappeared into another dimension of space, leaving only a faint blue light flashing in the snow, like an ancient ghost, mysterious and unpredictable.

As Feng Feng turned around, Old Tang's voice sounded behind him, with a hint of subtle majesty and expectation:

"Feng Feng, you have witnessed me complete the ancient ritual of honoring the king. Now, it is your turn to respond to my expectations with the attitude of a king."

After saying that, Old Tang slowly raised his hand and lightly tapped the void with his fingertips. A bright alchemical light condensed in his palm and turned into an ancient and mysterious scepter.

There are intricate dragon totems carved on the weight, giving off a frightening aura.

He waved the scepter lightly, and the light at the end of the scepter spread like ripples, covering Feng Feng's body.

Feng Feng only felt an unprecedented power surging into his body, his blood boiling, as if an ancient dragon spirit had awakened deep in his soul, roaring to break free and soar above the sky.

His eyes became deep and blazing, as if he could see through all the vanity in the world. At this moment, he seemed to have truly become a king, shouldering an unspeakable mission and glory.

Feng Feng stared at the mark in his hand, his eyes flickering with reason. He spoke slowly, his voice echoing in the empty snowfield:

"Old Tang, the path to honoring the king you mentioned is indeed recorded in ancient books, but most of them are intertwined with myths and legends."

"For example, the 'Dragon Tribe Ancient Scroll' mentioned that the way to honor the king is to sacrifice humans to awaken the power of the Dragon King, but what does this have to do with the fall of the Black King?"

"For example, according to the Records of Baidi City, the four great monarchs once joined forces to guide humans with secret methods, walking on the brink of life and death in exchange for power. This is more like a game of thrones than a memorial to the Black King."

He looked up into the distance. There was snow all over the place and the sky and earth were vast, as if even time had stopped at this moment.

"I have read countless ancient books and combined them with the historical context. I boldly speculate that the Road to Honoring the King is actually a ritual set up by the four monarchs using the hatred and fear of mankind towards the Black King."

"It is intended to consolidate their own ruling position through human sacrifice, rather than to truly commemorate the Black King."

After saying this, the mark in Feng Feng's hand shone even brighter, as if silently questioning this ancient land covered with ice and snow.

I even suspect that the real cause of the ancient Black King's death was that you used humans to kill him!"

Chapter 915 Mechanical Invasion

Sunday, January 1

Feng Feng confirmed Ye Sheng Yaji's safety after talking to the night watchman.

In his foggy dream, he once again vaguely heard the conversation between Shirai, Misaka Mikoto and the three British princesses.

Feng Feng's clone listened to the discussion between the two and learned that Chenguang Technology already had millions of robots in the Dragon World!

The three princesses represented Britain and argued endlessly with the "Ancestor Sakura Witch" of the 19th century. The core of the argument was whether they, who already had Fengfeng clones, should go to the dragon world to participate.

The students of Academy City Rei are discussing the new game "Dragon World".

This is an invention of Morning Glory Technology Innovation, a parallel "game" world where dragons exist, where players will control robots to try to conquer the world.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator locked onto the space-time beacon of Dragon King Norton. Morning Light analyzed the signal on the surveillance screen, staring silently at the data belonging to Feng Feng, keeping an eye on it.

At Kassel College, Caesar met with Chu Zihang.

Lu Mingfei bathed in the dragon blood of the King of Bronze and Fire, and dreamed of the memories of Dragon King Norton.

Ange's golden-eyed dragon eyes were as sharp as torches. After forcibly waking up, he climbed out of the blood pool with Lu Mingfei and fled to the outside of Nibelungen.

He knows more ancient secrets than the Dragon King realizes, including how to escape the control of the so-called Dragon King's subjects.

The figures of Feng Fan and Dragon King Norton were looming in the dark monitoring room. Their eyes were as deep as the abyss, calmly watching the backs of Angers and Lu Mingfei staggering away on the screen.

At this moment, the roar of mechanical operation broke the silence in the room, and a team of ten robots invaded like ghosts from the outskirts of Nibelungen, their steel bodies flashing cold light under the dim light of the Bronze City.

They marched in unison, their weapons flashing deadly cold light, like a group of reapers from hell, approaching the core of the Bronze City step by step.

Feng Feng waved his fingers lightly, and alchemical runes jumped on his fingertips, like bright stars falling into the mortal world.

Dragon King Norton murmured, and the ancient language echoed in the dark monitoring room. A mysterious power filled the air.

The two worked together and the space in front of them was distorted. As soon as another team of robots appeared, they were crushed by the invisible force and parts flew everywhere, like fallen leaves in a strong wind.

Feng Feng quickly leaned over and picked up a piece of mechanical debris. The light of alchemy flickered in his eyes. He carefully analyzed its structure with a frown, as if he had glimpsed the secret of how the robot crossed the Nibelung Seal.

Feng Feng's expression became extremely solemn. He looked up at Dragon King Norton, with a helpless light in his eyes:

"I am just an alchemist without any fighting ability. If those robots really come like a tide and there are more than ten thousand of them, I am afraid I will have no choice but to flee."

As he spoke, he sighed softly and once again ran his fingers across the alchemical runes in the air, but this time, the light of the runes dimmed a lot, as if they also sensed the impending crisis.

His gaze pierced through the distorted space and looked at the approaching robot team, and an unprecedented sense of urgency rose in his heart.

Feng Feng fought side by side with Dragon King Norton, and alchemical runes and ancient spells intertwined into an invisible web, trying to stop the robot team's progress.

The pupils of the Dragon King Norton reflected the light of fire and cold steel. He said in a low voice: "Go, Fengfeng, do what you think is right. But don't forget.

"If these steel monsters take away the secrets of my alchemy and upgrade again, then there will be nothing in this world that can check their existence."

After saying that, the Dragon King waved his giant claws, the space trembled, and an ancient and powerful force swept out, instantly tearing a row of robots into scrap metal.

Feng Feng was standing aside, and the alchemical runes flashed like meteors, accurately hitting the core of the robot. Each strike was accompanied by brilliant light and crisp sounds of metal breaking.

Feng Feng's figure flashed, like the most inconspicuous meteor in the night sky, and he quietly retreated to the edge of the battlefield.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, a faint alchemical glow surrounding him, as if he had established a subtle connection with another world.

His fingers danced lightly, and tiny stars appeared in the air. That was the signal feedback from his clone network, like the stars guiding a lost person back home.

The roar of Dragon King Norton and the roar of the robots intertwined into a war song, and he found a quiet place in the chaos, concentrating on shuttling through the torrent of data, trying to find out the mastermind behind this mechanical invasion.

The Dragon King's gaze was like a torch, penetrating the smoke. It was both a sign of his trust in Feng Feng and his control over the battle situation. His figure remained standing in the flames of war, and as his giant claws waved, the robots fell one after another.

Feng Feng's mind was immersed in the data torrent of the clone network, trying to capture that hint of unusual fluctuations.

Suddenly, an inexplicable force seemed to come from the depths of distant time and space, gently touching the edge of his consciousness.

He started suddenly, his eyelids twitching involuntarily, as if an external force was trying to prevent him from opening his eyes.

A gentle and slightly melancholy voice sounded quietly in my ears, like the breeze blowing through the willow branches in spring, with a hint of barely perceptible sadness:

"Feng Feng, don't force your eyes open. Something has happened to the space-time tunnel, and the magic circle is crumbling."

The voice seemed to have passed through the mist of time and space, directly creating ripples in the lake of his heart.

Feng Feng's mind seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he found himself in an illusory space constructed by data light flow.

The Sakura Witch, wearing a gorgeous Victorian dress, stood in front of the Big Ben of London woven from code. Her voice, with a magical rhythm, echoed in the air where virtuality and reality intertwined:

“Here, I will construct a singularity in time and let the wheel of history turn around for me.”

The scene changed, and she appeared in Academy City's virtual world, "Dragon Game". With a touch of her finger, the tall buildings in the game world instantly turned into bronze castles with giant dragons flying in them.

There was a complex light in her eyes: "And this will be the starting point for Academy City to conquer the dragon world."

The scene in front of Feng Feng changed again, and he seemed to have stepped into a bizarre game world. A huge bronze castle was suspended in the air, and every brick and tile of the castle was made up of data streams, flashing an alluring light.

The students transformed into brave warriors, operating robots, holding various weapons, with fighting spirit and desire burning in their eyes.

They either fight flying dragons in the sky or search for treasures in the castle maze. Whenever a student successfully defeats the castle guardian, a dazzling light will burst out from their bodies, which is a symbol of the awakening of their superpowers.

The entire "Dragon Game" world seems to have become a huge stage where students can fully display their style and strength.

Chapter 916 Attention from all parties

Monday, January 2

After talking to the night watchman, Feng Feng confirmed that Ye Sheng Yaji had left Sanxia.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator slowly adjusted the space-time beacon of Dragon King Norton, trying to get more robots to invade the Bronze City.

Chen Guangwei analyzed the signals on the surveillance screen, staring silently at the data belonging to Feng Feng, keeping his attention.

At Kassel College, Caesar and Chu Zihang found the night watchman together and asked about the whereabouts of Principal Angers.

At this time, Angers golden pupils with eyes as sharp as torches were fleeing with Lu Mingfei.