Volume 1 Hello, Lu Mingfei Chapter 94: The End of Fire (Part 2)
The history of the dragon race is always dominated by war, slaughter, betrayal, and bloodshed. It seems that they do nothing else except these things. Every day they think about how to kill other dragons and take away their power to strengthen themselves. Any half-bloods who study this history often think of the same question at academic seminars -
Can a dragon fall in love?
Most creatures in the world need both males and females to complete the inheritance of life. This is the result of the so-called fourth great leap in the history of biology, which has pushed life to a higher level. Scientists have deduced and predicted that when the evolution on the tree of life reaches a certain limit, the new higher life will no longer be dioecious, nor will it return to hermaphroditism. Sexual characteristics may even disappear, and life can be reproduced by a single individual. In this way, the new life will no longer be affected by changes in the external environment, and it can continue to exist even in difficult situations.
If these scientists knew about creatures like dragons, they would not think so. They had already done this many years ago, because dragons are the ultimate form of evolution on the Tree of Life.
According to the ancient historical legends of the dragon clan, the four great monarchs directly originated from the black dragon emperor Nidhoggr. Just confirming this point is enough to confirm that the dragon clan itself has the ability to reproduce individually.
Therefore, quite a few people believe that dragons have no concept of love, but some scholars hold the opposite view, believing that dragons do have the concept of love, because the bronze column records that the Black King was extremely sad after executing the rebellious White Queen, and fell from the sky to the depths of the cold trench, and his painful roar could be heard on the ice field thousands of miles away. If there was no love between the Black and White Kings, Nidhogg would not have to be so sad about the death of the White King.
This statement undoubtedly regards the White King as a woman. Although it is just a guess, it is very reasonable. If we don't look at it this way, the story of the Black King and the White King will become funny... two male dragons are homosexual. Of course, they may simply not love each other but want to kill each other. It is inevitable that there will be some deviations when looking at another kind of ancient life from the perspective and moral ethics of modern people.
After many years of debate, the fact that dragons can fall in love became a supplementary note in the textbooks of Kassel Academy, with a small bracket at the end indicating that it is an unconfirmed inference and more information is needed to prove it.
If someone could see this scene in the Bronze City, those mixed-race professors would be able to make the final conclusion on this fact. Samson was more than affectionate. Her tenderness like water seemed to overflow and flow all over the whole cottage. She was like a cat curled up on her owner's lap.
The only problem is that although the concubine has feelings for the man, the man seems to be indifferent. Norton just repeats the same action over and over again, his fingertips passing through Samson's soft and silky long hair again and again, neither speaking nor comforting. It is indeed a bit like the relationship between a master and a cat, the other hot heart under the caress will bring some warmth silently to dilute the coldness in the heart.
This is a one-sided crush that started many years ago.
Samson is definitely not the only dragon servant under the control of Norton and Constantine. They each have many followers, but before the fall of the Bronze City, some died and some fled, and finally only a few were left. It was Samson who took the initiative to step forward and assume the responsibility of guarding the living spirit of the cocoon.
She knew that this meant she would lose her dragon bloodline, become immortal, and spend countless years alone in the endless darkness before the king's return. She might even never get to see the day of liberation. But she didn't care. Many people said that girls would become desperate once they fell in love, and the same was true for female dragons. Samson firmly believed that her dedication and loyalty would eventually make Norton understand her feelings. When they met again many years later, he would know who the person who had always been by his side was.
But it was a thousand years later that Samson realized that she had been wrong from the beginning to the end. Norton was a brother-con. No matter how many years you devoted your heart to him without reservation, in his heart he would never be as good as his silly brother who could only call him brother. Calling him brother all the time was more disgusting than an old hen. But this eldest brother didn't feel annoyed. He put all his feelings on Constantine and didn't even look at the beautiful girl next to him.
There is a kind of woman's heart called jealousy. Samson betrayed Constantine, but she is still loyal to Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire whom she has loved for many years. In terms of strength alone, Norton is actually not as good as his brother Constantine. Among the dragons who advocate powerful force, Samson should like Constantine more. But Samson just fell in love with Norton hopelessly. When and at what moment did she realize this feeling? Even she herself can't tell clearly.
"Please take a rest." Samson pressed Norton's chest. Through his clothes, she could feel that his strong heart was very tired at the moment. With a huge body like the dragon's true form, it would take a very long time to fully restore its strength. Otherwise, the cocoons of the dragon kings would not take so long to grow. Norton obtained Constantine's power, but his body was not strong enough to bear it. It would be a very long process, and a few months was just a drop in the ocean.
The best solution for Norton now should be to leave Bronze City and find a place where few people go to return to cocoon and complete himself, but the dignity of the Dragon King does not allow him to do so. The half-bloods of Kassel Academy killed Constantine, and leaving without revenge is an evasive choice. Bronze City is his home ground. In such a place, even if he fights with an incomplete attitude, it is still unknown who will win.
"It's just a drop in the bucket." Norton smiled faintly, "I just want to see more of this place. It's not comfortable to return to the cocoon. It feels like I'm dead and sealed in a black box. No matter how hard I try, I can't reach out and I can never touch or see anything."
"Then please let me stay with you." Samson whispered.
She did something very bold, she stood up and opened her arms towards Norton, as if to give him a hug. Norton didn't avoid it, which was not surprising. That kind of vague secret love can be hidden from anyone, except the person involved. Perhaps because he felt that the thousand-year wait was too much for Samson, Norton did not refuse. He watched the girl who was taller than him when she stood up and pounced on him. After a thousand years of silence, there was no way Samson could use perfume or something like that, but she still had a faint fragrance on her body, just like the flowers blooming under the city in the spring.
Samson was indeed a very beautiful girl. Many people liked her when she was in Baidi City. Her biggest dream was to be a beautiful girl. To this end, she spared no effort to ask all the famous ladies she met for advice on how to dress and take care of herself. It only took her a few years to defeat those girls she had learned from. The princes who had been engaged to her resolutely broke off their engagements and came to her house with gifts worth thousands of gold just to ask to see Miss Samson.
If it weren't for Constantine, Norton might have really accepted this kindness, but there are no ifs in the world. As a sad abandoned tribe and a loser in the war, the only thing Norton could do was to protect Constantine so that he wouldn't have to be sad about those things anymore. Unfortunately, he failed to do it in the end.
The sharp claws pierced into Norton's back as easily as drilling into a piece of tofu. The girl in his arms was no longer the maid who always bowed her head for mercy. Sharp scales pierced and grew from every part of her arms, and her slender knuckles turned into cold bone claws. She breathed heavily, regretting but also happy for what she had done.
Only the alchemical sword can kill the Dragon King in the form of a blade. Any of the seven deadly sins can do it. If it corresponds to the weakness of the sin, the power will be multiplied. There is no sword corresponding to Norton himself in the seven deadly sins, but he has such a sword by his side. As a living spirit, Samson is a weapon in Norton's hand. Of course, the king's sword can also kill the king himself.
"Why do you do this?" Feeling the pain flowing from his back, Norton raised his head slightly and looked at Samson. It was clearly he who was attacked, but he was so calm. It was clearly Samson who betrayed her, but she was crying, with two lines of silent tears on her face.
"I like you very much." Samson's hair hung down, covering the sad face. No girl wants to let the person she loves see her crying, because that is when she looks the ugliest. "I have always liked you."
"I know." Norton said softly.
"Then why don't you respond to me?" The hand that still retained its human form clenched its fist and hammered Norton's shoulder. The hope of a thousand years finally became an unanswered dream. Samson should have used this heavy punch to vent his anger, but in the end, he hit it so gently, as if he was afraid that he would be hurt again.
"Among so many dragon servants, you are the most loyal one to me. The task of protecting the cocoon is extremely important. I don't feel safe handing it over to others."
"So you're just taking advantage of my kindness."
"I don't deny it." Norton was very frank, "But I underestimated your heart. I didn't expect you to do such a thing."
"I didn't expect that myself." Samson pulled out his claws, and the sharp weapon turned into the girl's slender arm again, but the sleeve of his right hand was completely cut. "I learned some of your alchemy from the book you left behind. I wanted to kill you today and turn you into a living spirit and leave you here, but I know I can't do it. Even now, I still love someone like you. I am such a hopeless fool."
If Lu Mingfei was here, she would exclaim that Miss Samsun turned out to be a yandere, and that I love you so I must kill you, and I will not let you go even if you turn into a living corpse. This tastes a bit like Sugar's style.
"There are only a few smart people left in the entire dragon clan. After the long war, only the old, weak, sick and disabled are left. The eight guys who claim to be monarchs are just a group of stubborn abandoned people." Norton hunched his upper body and laughed a little self-deprecatingly. "Since Nidhogg's death, there has been no real dragon clan. We did not inherit his perfect posture. On the contrary, we are full of weaknesses. That's why humans can kill us. This is the result of our own fault. It 's better to die in the hands of our own people than to be slaughtered by those humans. You can eat me, and I will let you fulfill my hatred."
Samson silently looked at the familiar face. It is difficult to associate the style of modern people with that of ancient people. Norton's appearance is not very handsome in modern times, but this kind of unrestrained and unfailing expression even when facing a mountain collapse is the Norton she knows. Except for the things about his younger brother Constantine that will change Norton, he will always have such a general style when sitting on the throne of monarch. Even if he does not go out, he can command the army thousands of miles away to kill the invading Han army without leaving a single piece of armor.
She suddenly realized that the Norton she liked was just the lofty shadow in Baidi City back then. He had changed in a thousand years. He was still the same person, but many things were no longer the same as before.
"What are you waiting for? Do you want me to feed it to you personally?" Norton suddenly asked in a stern voice, his eyes wide open with anger. He didn't look like a man who had suffered many serious injuries. He looked like a door god enshrined in the temple who came back to life and was about to become a powerful figure.
The moment she made up her mind to kill her master, Samson did not hesitate, but at this moment she was afraid. She knew better than anyone what the consequences of betrayal would be. As one of the very few dragons who had survived from ancient times to the present, what she knew and experienced was second only to the first generation of kings.
The dragon blood flowing in her body was causing trouble. The word spirit that bound all her descendants forced Samson to kneel down and admit her mistake. If she had not obtained the dragon blood, she could have gotten rid of this shackle, but now she had undoubtedly set a trap for herself.
"Please... kill me!" Samson knelt down trembling, with his forehead pressed tightly against the ground. He was a man who had suffered many injuries, but she did not have the courage to attack a second time.
Norton gently stretched out his hand, not with murderous intent, but with a touch of tenderness. He slowly lifted Samson up against her face, his clear eyes full of puzzled surprise.
"They will be here soon. Go now. The farther the better. You have worked hard over the years. I have no way to repay you. I can only tell you that the world is much better than we thought. As long as you are willing, there is a way to survive." Norton pushed Samson gently. The force was not strong, but Samson retreated several steps. She was dizzy and unable to move. She didn't know what she had done. That was clearly a master who was always gentle to her, but she put the knife into his already scarred body.
Seeing that Samson did not move, Norton stood up and shouted again. The surging heat wave swept the thin Samson several meters away, and the door of the hut slammed shut in front of her.
Before she followed Norton, Constantine told her that his brother was actually an angry king and asked her to be careful. Samson had always regarded this as a joke, because the Norton she knew was definitely not that kind of king. But now she suddenly remembered that Norton had lied to her. The Black King ordered Norton to forge the Seven Deadly Sins to prevent the kings from rebelling. Norton secretly modified the alchemy of one of the knives, and there was no sword to kill Constantine, but only the rage to kill himself.
Tears suddenly flowed uncontrollably. Samson knew that the door had been closed to him forever. Norton had always been an angry king! But his tenderness was even worse than his anger, but that tenderness was only shown to a few people. In fact, she should have had the opportunity to accompany him until the last moment, but now... nothing.
The fire is about to die out, but it is difficult to find the beloved ministers under the throne.
