Volume 1 Hello, Lu Mingfei Chapter 106: No King's Shadow (Part 4)
Norton was drifting at a depth of 50 meters underwater. A vortex that was powerful enough to penetrate steel began to shoot upward at this depth. After a brief condensation, it burst into acceleration, producing a violent sonic boom in the water. The water rushing straight to the surface of the river was like a fountain at a music festival, except that this fountain was full of murderous intent.
Possessing the power of a dragon and his past experience as a human, he was very cautious and did not choose to use his body to destroy those ships at close range, because his body was not intact, and Cassel's people came prepared and would naturally prepare suitable weapons against him. As long as he maintained this depth and advanced slowly, he would always be able to kill those people one by one, and victory would only be a matter of time.
Such tactics naturally remind people of StarCraft, which is a very interesting game that successfully promoted the niche RTS genre to the vision of the general public. I think every teenager has dreamed of becoming a general and commanding thousands of troops late at night. That type of game really satisfies many people's delusions. Now looking back on the many days and nights fighting in StarCraft, it is actually more interesting than the real war in the past. At least there are no charred figures running in front of you, and there will be no falling flames igniting the pale war horses. It is thrilling and exciting but silent.
Humans are really surprising... They don't have the powerful power of words, but they are very creative to turn their wild imagination into reality. If we compare horizontally, the dragons are probably the most boring creatures, because they don't have the concept of entertainment at all, they just do what they want to do according to their own preferences, and usually these things run counter to other people's ideas, just like some people like to sleep on gold and silver treasures, while others have nothing to do but go wild here and there to make trouble and look for fights.
Norton smiled silently. It was not until this moment that he understood why the dragons looked down on humans but still relied on them. It was definitely not because they wanted to hide their bodies in order to hide in human society. The seven deadly sins were originally the concept used by the dragons to judge themselves. One of the sins was jealousy. The dragons, who were at the top of the evolutionary tree, envied the small and weak humans. Although any dragon could easily kill thousands of slaves, these humans always had something in their hands that the dragons could never get. This feeling was really disappointing and a thousand times more painful than a failure in force.
But all this is in the past. As time goes by and memories return, the dragon race's war drum heart will slowly rekindle, even if the memories of that part of human beings can no longer be forgotten. The powerful dragon gene will once again recall the king's wrath. In the distant past, this land once belonged to the prosperous dragon civilization. Humans were just despicable thieves. They have always been afraid of the return of the dragon race and have been trying to bury the dragon race. The emperors will eventually return as kings and use their roars to let the world know who is the real master.
A large number of air bubbles floated past Norton. He opened his eyes and found that the entire underwater area was already filled with thousands of bubbles, like a playground for children blowing soapy water. In his vision, endless wind elements were stirring and raging here, bringing a large amount of fresh air. The fish were chased around by the excessive bubbles, and the water elements were also in disorder because of the sudden appearance of a large number of wind elements. The blue and green threads were intertwined, and it was as devastated as if it had been rubbed by a cat.
The wind that can flood the entire river has surpassed the limits of human control. Norton reached out to touch the chaotic bubbles, and the inside suddenly shattered and a familiar cool breath gushed out. It was like standing in a spring garden with open arms to welcome the rippling breeze, but it could also be a violent hurricane roaring under dark clouds and heavy rain. The strength and weakness were only a matter of thought, and hardness and softness were combined.
The image of a brother and sister flashed vaguely in his mind. These days, Norton remembered a lot of things and also forgot a lot of things. The ancient wisdom had been somewhat worn out over the long years. He could not remember the names of the brother and sister, but he still remembered that they were once close brothers and sisters.
The King of Sky and Wind, the most mysterious twins among the four monarchs. Even Norton, who is also a dragon, knows very little about them. The only thing they will never forget is the element of wind that is engraved in their bones. The wind can cheer anyone up, but it can also extinguish anyone's power.
Are they here? But how can they help humans?
Norton couldn't figure it out. The only thing he understood was that this gust of wind was definitely on the opposite side of him. The large amount of interference had greatly weakened the Word Spirit based on the water element. This was the law of alchemy. Each Word Spirit was a separate and relatively pure elemental force. Only a very few things like Rhine could use multiple elements at the same time.
He had no choice but to cancel those water-attributed words and pull out a rare bronze sword. There were gold-flake flame patterns on one side of the sword and hooked-beak animal head patterns on the other. The whole sword was straight and slender, not very sharp, and it was obvious that it was basically used as an ornament.
In ancient China, there was a saying that the sword was the most sacred weapon among all weapons. The emperor's sword was often just an ornament with a nine-dragon-bound silk tassel, and he would not really kill people on the battlefield. If a king was forced to draw such a sword, it was likely that the enemy had already arrived and there were no close ministers around him, and his death was imminent.
This was the last alchemical weapon by Norton's side. His weapon should have been that dragon servant Samson. The sophisticated living alchemical matrix plus the brand-new alchemical skeleton, there was probably no weapon in the world that could match it. It was the product of the pinnacle of alchemy. But Samson had been driven away by him. It was not that he did not understand Samson's long-lasting love for him, but he could not accept it from his position. His few feelings were placed on his brother. There was only so much space in his heart. If he gave it to one person, there would be no place for others. Unfortunately, Samson, the stubborn yandere, would not understand.
Norton swam straight up with the nameless straight sword. Perhaps the human hybrids didn't know the true fighting style of the dragons yet? With their huge bodies and basically equal strength, the words were of no use. The only thing that could really play a decisive role was cold weapons, so every king was born a master of close combat.
All the blood of the king must end with the sword!
This is almost a curse and prophecy engraved in the history of the dragon race, so Norton also built this sentence into the seven deadly sins. If one day all the dragons die, then their end must be to be nailed to death on the wild land by countless swords, and that is the end that the abandoned race should have.
The draft of the Moniah was already very deep. After the three watertight compartments leaked, the water level was less than half a meter from the deck. It was a miracle that it was still half floating. The people on the ship rushed to put out the fire anxiously. For some reason, the jet attack stopped. This was a rare opportunity to catch their breath.
Caesar rushed out of the water holding Nono, waving his arms and yelling toward the deck: "Medic!"
Nono coughed violently in his arms. Although she claimed to be the second best swimmer and had the buoyancy of air bubbles, a 300-meter dive was indeed a challenge to the physical limits of a hybrid. Caesar didn't know how much impact decompression sickness had on Nono. Maybe her lungs were full of blood bubbles.
People carrying first aid kits immediately rushed over and pulled them ashore. Professor Manstein was ecstatic and knelt on the deck to pray. The communication had been cut off for such a long time that he had even prepared for the worst-case scenario that Group AB would be completely wiped out.
In the firelight, Nuonuo slowly opened her eyes. Caesar hugged her tightly in surprise. Nuonuo tried her best to smile: "I told you it's okay."
Fortunately, there was no big problem. The fact that she could still joke showed that she was in good condition. If something unexpected had happened, Caesar would probably have turned back to look for Norton for revenge.
"What's the situation underwater?" Professor Manstein pushed through the crowd.
"Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei are still alive, but they only have one diving suit and not much oxygen. We need to lower the diving bell to support them!" Love between young men and women is good after all, but it cannot delay the heroes' business. Caesar handed Nuonuo to the medical officer and walked towards the cabin under the deck.
"Lowering the diving bell is undoubtedly equivalent to a bait to attract the Dragon King." Manstein reminded that Norton's goal was undoubtedly to kill everyone present. The diving bell lowered from the boat could certainly guide the direction of Group B, but it would also attract the attention of the Dragon King. If Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang encountered the Dragon King directly at that depth, it was hard to imagine what the result would be.
"If we don't let them go, they will die too." Caesar said without even turning his head. "How could a guy like Chu Zihang die so easily in a place like this? If he is such a person, he is not worthy of being my opponent! He believes in me, so of course I will believe in him too!"
As the diving bell was released into the water, Caesar reached the bottom of the cabin. Fortunately, the Blizzard torpedo was still lying there intact, but the launch tube was slightly damaged and deformed.
Surprisingly , even though the Moniach was so badly damaged, there was still someone who insisted on staying here. Susie stood in waist-deep water, trying to repair the torpedo tube. As Chu Zihang's assistant, she was one of the few pure engineering girls in Kassel College. Caesar remembered that in the mechanical magic mechanics class last year, Susie's score was only one point lower than his. If she continued to develop at this level, she might join the equipment department in the future.
"I didn't expect that we have such a heroic Ms. Valsily here." Caesar walked to the other side of the launch tube to check its condition.
"That sounds like something malicious." Susie's face was covered in black oil stains. Her bright face now looked like an Indian who had just crawled out of an ancient mine. She was trying to remove the twisted baffle at the tail of the launch tube.
"You misunderstood. To be honest, I'm really happy to see you still here. If you leave your post, I think this torpedo will probably be useless."
He said this because the Blizzard torpedo had deviated from its position. There was a big hole near the launch tube, and it was still leaking water. It would not be long before the entire bottom compartment was submerged along with the torpedo. You know, that torpedo weighed 2.7 tons. With the hull damaged, how did Susie move the torpedo to a safe place by herself?
Caesar sat down in the corner and tried to recover some strength. After successfully bringing Nono back, his body relaxed a little. The surging feeling of weakness was eroding every inch of his muscles. Even the A-level Emperor Gattuso could not withstand such consumption.
He had no intention of going forward to help Susie. To some extent, as the student union president, he knew Susie even better than Chu Zihang, the lion-hearted president. She, like Nuonuo, was a self-reliant and proud girl. If he asked for help when she was able to complete the task, she would definitely be kicked out by her strong self-esteem.
Speaking of which, this kind of girl who looks like a strong woman outside is quite suitable for Chu Zihang... At least Caesar thinks so. A man with facial paralysis really needs a good wife, just like Caesar cannot live without Chen Motong.
In fact, it is not only Caesar who thinks so, many people in the academy think so, but Chu Zihang seems to have always kept a strange distance from Su Si, less than lover but more than friend, and recently he has been getting a little hot with Lu Mingfei. It makes people feel that childhood sweethearts are always inferior to the girls who fall from the sky, because you are too familiar with childhood sweethearts, so familiar that you can't find attraction in her, while the girls who fall from the sky are beautiful and mysterious, like a book that cannot be read, and men will be fascinated by such girls.
Caesar prides himself on being an expert in love. Although he only has one girlfriend, Chen Motong, there are countless girls who like him. In terms of feelings, he feels that he is at least ahead of Chu Zihang, so he won't be ambiguous with two girls at the same time.
Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang struggled to survive underwater. The wound on their waist was aching slightly, and they could feel it was bleeding a little. It should have healed a little bit with its own healing ability, but it would always open again due to the large movements of the body.
She gritted her teeth and squeezed out the last bit of strength in her body to continue swimming. Giving up would mean inevitable death, not to mention that she was carrying someone who absolutely could not die. If her senior brother died in such a place, Lu Mingfei would probably have the same nightmare in the deep water every night in the future.
Chu Zihang's condition was much worse than hers. He didn't have a diving suit, and continuous ascent meant a continuous decrease in pressure. The gas embolism was getting worse, and there wasn't much oxygen left in the oxygen tank he was holding. Now the interval between each breath was stretched out very long, and the bursting blood was trying to support the little strength he had to move, but his hand holding Lu Mingfei was getting looser and looser.
The only good news was that they were not lost. After leaving the Bronze City, they encountered the two broken communication cables. The other ends of the cables were still intactly connected to the Moniach. As long as they followed this direction, they would encounter the ship as soon as possible.
