Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Nuwa even praised, "Using an attack powerful enough to destroy a city to destroy such a small boat, it seems we have quite a bit of hatred towards this dragon!"

“Dragon? Isn’t it the Dragon King?” Zhou Minhao tried to loosen the chains binding the sword box, but Nuwa stopped him.

“I’m afraid we don’t need this thing right now,” Nuwa said calmly, looking at the crimson sky. “This is not the Dragon King. The destruction brought by the Dragon King, even if it were just a human form, would be far greater than this.”

As she watched the heavenly fire gradually descend upon the ship, the sounds of explosions and burning mingling together, she continued:

"Of course, the most important thing is that there is no feeling of suppressing one's bloodline; this is a unique ability of the Dragon King."

This is at most a third-generation species.

Chapter 124 Heaven and Earth as a Furnace

Third generation?

That's all.

Looking at the still indifferent Nuwa, Zhou Minhao thought to himself, "Is this the world of the big shots? Does someone like mere A-level hybrid really deserve to be here?"

Since entering the modern era, the frequency of dragon resurrection has actually been decreasing, and the most frequent accidents are often caused by Deadpool and those corrupted hybrids.

Even if dragons were to resurrect, they would usually be fourth or fifth generation species, something that could be easily eliminated with modern scientific weapons.

Going further back, whether it's the third generation or the next generation, if they truly recover, it will be very difficult to control them using only modern science.

Just like the third generation of zombie guardians that appeared in front of Tokyo Beach later, modern scientific weapons were almost completely ineffective against it. In the end, it was only by relying on the Word of Power: Judgment to severely injure it and the Dragon King's alchemical weapon, the Seven Deadly Sins, that it was finally killed.

In mythology, the third generation of dragons is equivalent to gods, which is vastly different from other dragon races.

Compared to facing the Dragon King head-on, hearing the news that it was "only" a third-generation species brought Zhou Minhao a sigh of relief.

However, seeing the flames coming towards him, he couldn't help but panic and gripped the Dragon Slayer Platform tightly in his hand.

"Lord Nuwa, how should we deal with the Dragon King's incantation now?"

If no solution is found, Zhou Minhao estimates that the Moniach ship belonging to the Kassel College will definitely not escape the fate of being destroyed and losing all its crew.

Most importantly, this dragon clan is still hiding underwater and has not shown itself. If they fall into the water, Zhou Minhao doesn't think they will have any chance of survival.

As for rescue?

That would be wishful thinking. With such a dragon hiding underwater, occasionally launching attacks with a cold wind, how many ships would they need to completely blockade it?

If the area isn't sealed off, then all rescue efforts will be futile.

The Zhou family is indeed a prestigious mixed-race family, but they are not as wealthy and powerful as Kassel College, which allows them to directly control and deploy the Seventh Fleet stationed in Japan.

Nuwa watched with great interest as Professor Mans softly uttered a series of obscure and difficult-to-understand sounds, even having the leisure to offer her commentary:

"Word of Power: Dustless Land. Its effect is to expel all matter within the domain. It is indeed a good Word of Power, but unfortunately, it is still very difficult to use this Word of Power to directly confront the dragon's heavenly fire."

She lamented, "How can a human body compare to a dragon's? No one's mind or body can withstand such endless collisions."

Professor Mans ignored Nuwa and took out a longsword bearing ancient marks from his side, the Holy Sword Durandal.

The sword had become highly corrosive after being tainted by the blood of the King of Earth and Mountains. The moment he grasped the hilt, countless black lines pierced his flesh and blood, drawing his life force to please the living beings within.

With the help of this holy sword, Mans expanded his domain to cover the entire ship, and at the same time, heavenly fire had already fallen.

The moment the two domains collided, the dense air and the blazing flames also engaged in a direct collision.

In the periodic table of Words of Power, the Words of Power of the Sky and Wind are not the best defense against the Words of Power of the Bronze and Fire, which often enhances the power of the flames.

However, the essence of Word Power is the fusion of spiritual elements with other elements, and the mere restraint of Word Power is not enough to determine the outcome of the battle.

"Heavenly Fire" failed to break through Mans's protective restraints and plunged completely into the water. The rising water vapor instantly enveloped the ship, and everyone on board could no longer see the outside world.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment. With the help of the collision between the flames and the airflow, the ship began to move forward at high speed and completely broke through the white fog in an instant.

Mans roared, "Hold the helm!"

The first mate gripped the helm tightly to maintain control, while the second mate placed his hand on the red button to detonate the bomb. The bomb was not fired at the dragons; they simply couldn't locate them.

The second officer chose to place the bomb at the stern just before the ship departed, using the blast wave to further accelerate the ship, while the bomb also served to intercept the dragons.

Zhou Minhao noticed the direction they were heading and said softly, "Lord Nuwa, their destination is the Three Gorges Dam." He looked at Madam Bai, who was pale and holding a baby named "Key" beside her.

"The gates of the Three Gorges cannot stop this group of people. They have the key. We cannot allow the battlefield to be set up on the Three Gorges Dam."

Zhou Minhao simply couldn't imagine the Three Gorges Dam becoming a battlefield, what if, just what if, the dam collapsed.

Dragons and humans have two completely different technology trees. The materialism of modern science and the idealism of dragons' word spirit alchemy are completely opposite. Even the low-sequence of the Dark Illumination can distort light, and there are many high-sequence word spirits that can rise on the basis of relativity.

The Three Gorges Dam's steel defenses might be able to withstand nuclear bombs, but if someone were determined to sabotage it, it might not be able to stop the dragons.

"It's time for things to come to an end." Nuwa nodded as she watched the ships get closer and closer to the dam.

She slowly walked out of the cabin and onto the dam. A dragon was closely following the Moniah, but the dragon remained cunning and did not show itself, hiding under the cover of the water.

The crew on the ship fired countless modified alchemical bullets into the water, but none of them hit him; they seemed to be venting their fear.

The battle between the Dustless Land and the Heavenly Fire Domain continued. Nuwa gently touched her hair, letting it fall loose. Her lips moved slightly, and a deep chanting voice seemed to come from the past of a thousand years ago, instantly filling the entire river surface.

The ultimate majesty slowly spilled outwards from the Moniah, completely shattering both the "Dustless Land" empowered by the Holy Sword and the "Heavenly Fire" maintained by the dragons hiding beneath the water's surface.

An almost visible transparent field spread outwards from the center of Nuwa, abruptly halting the Moniahe's advance. The dragon shadow beneath the Yangtze River was also exposed, revealing its true form.

Nuwa did not stop, but continued to walk forward step by step until she stepped off the deck and out of the ship. Her red dress trailed into the water, but she seemed to be walking on the water or suspended in the air.

Countless metal fragments attracted each other and surrounded her, gathering into blades, some tangible and some intangible, which plunged straight into the water.

A faint mournful cry could be heard from beneath the water's surface.

Chapter 125 Escape

Bottom of the Yangtze River.

Inside the Bronze City.

Constantine's slender figure stood at the bottom of the water, surrounded by rising water vapor.

From the perspective of the alchemical pentagram, water overcomes fire, and the bottom of the Yangtze River is an extremely unfavorable battlefield for the King of Bronze and Fire. Constantine himself has only just been born and has not yet hatched his dragon body. In fact, Constantine's own fragility is not enough to allow him to hatch his dragon body.

His own disadvantages are obvious.

Even though this is the Bronze City, with home advantage, the Seven Deadly Sins, weapon advantage, and even dragon servants and subordinate advantage, Constantine is still at a disadvantage.

After the heavenly fire and sharp sword on the river pierced through the 400-meter-deep water and then through the Bronze City, the lingering effects were negligible.

Both Constantine and Jormungandr could hear the war on the river, but they were unmoved. Their greatest enemy was right in front of them, so how could they have the time to pay attention to a rebellious dragon?

Samson, the Dragon Attendant, had quietly moved from behind Xia Mi to stand in front of Constantine. He looked at the king with wary eyes, not relaxing his guard at all.

Jormungandr, the king of the earth and mountains, was infamous since the ancient times of the dragon race, to the point that she couldn't find a single subordinate to serve her, and could only use the Kamaitachi Queen to fill the void.

Samson himself was well aware of Constantine's current weakness; otherwise, Abbotton, the other dragon servant, would not have risked being executed by Norton later by leaving at this critical moment.

“Your Highness…” Samson began to say something, but Constantine interrupted him.

He looked at the beautiful girl in front of him who had taken off her diving suit and was wearing a tight black robe. Underneath her exposed skin, dragon scales were faintly visible.

Constantine had no doubt that Jormungandr was ready for battle, waiting for the right moment to turn his newly born dragon king, who hadn't even had time to lay any eggs, into a dragon skeleton and place it inside her belly.

He then looked at Wang Anzhi, who had also stepped out of his diving suit. The deep blue river water surrounded him, and an invisible domain protected him.

Constantine saw it clearly: the source of this realm was none other than the bronze city that his brother was now building.

Ironically, Nibelung, with its bronze city facade, should have been their brothers' last stronghold, but now it has become a barrier protecting the invaders.

But this is the price we paid two thousand years ago.

Xia Mi looked at Constantine, who seemed to have reached a dead end, and the wary dragon servant beside him, without caring at all, and slowly said:

“Constantine, hand over your dragon bones! You should know you have no chance of resisting now. If you hand over your dragon bones, I might spare your life…”

"And then as a hostage to threaten my brother?" Constantine interrupted her without hesitation.

Xia Mi, still thick-skinned, said with a smile, "Isn't this a good thing? This way, you brothers can be reunited."

Water flowed around them, but no drop fell on them. When the Dragon Kings fought each other, even the water and air had to give way to them.

Xia Mi slowly conjured a scythe in her hand. This was the blade that the Grim Reaper used to reap the lives of the world. From the very beginning, she never thought that she could persuade a Dragon King with words.

Every monarch has his own dignity and pride.

“Jormungandr,” Constantine looked at the fully armed and armored Jormungandr before him and couldn’t help but recall two thousand years ago.

At that time, she stood before them in the same manner, majestic and confident, as if victory was assured. The only difference was that her brother was still by her side then.

Now, Jormungandr still has people by his side, while he is all alone.

"I'm leaving now. I'm going to find my brother. Let's say goodbye here! This is to comfort our reunion after two thousand years."

Before he could finish speaking, Xia Mi's figure vanished from his spot, passing directly past Samson, who had been on guard, and arrived in front of Constantine.

Before Longshi Samson could even make a move, he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming pressure emanating from Xia Mi, who was giving it her all.

This is the clear hierarchy within the dragon race, and it's why wars between dragon kings always escalate to bloodshed; thousands of troops are rendered useless in their presence.

The scythe sliced ​​across the water's surface, only to be stopped by the swirling swords within the rotating domain of sin and punishment. Xia Mi could see the "eye" connecting the swords and the domain, but she was unable to sever it.

The interwoven lines within this are called destiny.

"Elemental substitution." Xia Mi stopped her attack, lightly returned to her original position, and slowly spoke.

This is the [Elemental Displacement] technique from the Seven Great Alchemy Kingdoms, which can transform the earth element that Xia Mi herself possesses to break the "eye" into the fire element that Constantine is familiar with.

He then used his authority to remelt the fire elements to reforge the swords.

Every collision of metal with metal was a process Constantine used to reforge his swords, just as his brother Norton had instructed him.

Do not be afraid of battle; every battle makes us stronger.

Unfortunately, he still disappointed his brother, Constantine thought to himself, for he still hadn't grasped the sword.

These few collisions alone created a huge cavity at the bottom of the river, from which both water and air escaped. Even Samson, the Dragon Servant, was forced to leave the battlefield.

Constantine did not retreat; he did not even launch an attack, but simply defended himself.

Wang Anzhi did not retreat. He watched as even the aftershocks of the Dragon Kings' battle caused Samson to be covered in blood, but for some reason, the battle between the two Dragon Kings did not affect him at all.

Just as he had sensed at the beginning, the bronze city was protecting him invisibly, not the true master of this place, Constantine.

Just as Constantine and Xia Mi stopped fighting, Wang Anzhi looked at the thin boy in front of him, somewhat puzzled as to why he had come out to confront him and Xia Mi.