Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Before he could finish speaking, Constantine interrupted him, “Samson, stop deceiving yourself. You and I both know that my authority ceased to belong to me two thousand years ago.”

Samson remained silent.

Constantine remarked self-deprecatingly, "How could a thief possibly steal from a steward... what belongs to the master?"

His voice grew increasingly forlorn.

The sounds nearby grew increasingly noisy. The Deadpools who emerged from the pond were gradually eliminated by the Bai family. Constantine's astonishing hearing allowed him to hear the sound of alchemical cannons being set up several kilometers away.

He looked at Samson, his expression turning serious.

“Samson, I command you in the name of Constantine, King of Bronze and Fire, if you still acknowledge me as your king?”

“Samson will forever be loyal to Your Highness,” the dragon attendant bowed.

Constantine closed his eyes. "Leave here immediately, find a safe place to spend the rest of your life, and never again have any thoughts of reviving the dragon race."

He opened his eyes again and saw that Samson had not left. He tried to stand up, but failed and could only collapse to the ground like his brother had in his memory.

He looked up at his dragon servant, "Samson, are you also disobeying my orders?"

The dragon servant gritted his teeth, looked at his master one last time, turned around, and his figure slowly disappeared like ink splashed into the night.

Watching the departing dragon servant, Constantine smiled with relief, then closed his eyes listlessly.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar figure: Mimir, Xuanyuan, Liu Xiu, Wang Anzhi—you could call him whatever you wanted.

Constantine watched the figure walk towards him and said weakly, "You've come?"

“I’ve come to collect my things.” Wang Anzhi did not bend down, but the golden liquid remaining after Constantine’s body burned automatically flowed into his hand.

Caesar, who was standing to the side, had already recovered.

Constantine nodded.

"The contract is complete..."

Chapter 203 No Witness

"Come out! What, are you still trying to hide?"

Just as Constantine's body was burned to ashes by Norton's flames, turning into a flowing, golden liquid that was poured into Wang Anzhi's body.

He stretched his arms comfortably and pointed behind him.

Right where he pointed, a silent flame appeared out of nowhere and began to burn, turning steel into molten iron that flowed onto the ground and created a deep pit.

"No, no, junior, we're all family!"

A tall, bear-like man cautiously emerged, a fawning smile on his face. It was hard to imagine how someone so large could have hidden behind the house and witnessed the whole thing.

"Oh, how did you know I'm from Kassel College?" Wang Anzhi looked at the disheveled appearance of the man in front of him and already had a premonition about his name.

In Kassel College, a school for all aristocrats, probably only Finger has such an unruly style.

"Junior, I'm the president of the news department. For professional reasons, I need a way to get to know the freshmen."

Fingel looked a little embarrassed and gave a shy smile.

Wang Anzhi looked at him and said, "Then give me a reason not to kill you."

Fingel looked utterly startled, his face contorted with grief. "Junior! Have pity on your senior! I'm just a lowly laborer, toiling away for those old fogies on the board of directors, and I don't even get the five social insurances and one housing fund all year round..."

Fingel rambled on and on, not a word of truth coming out, but Wang Anzhi saw his feet inching forward.

This burly man looks like he's quite skilled in judo.

"Alright," Wang Anzhi stopped him, "Stop playing petty tricks."

He lowered his body, seemingly unconcerned about Fingel's little actions. Fingel scratched the back of his head sheepishly, still wearing a simple, honest smile.

Wang Anzhi looked at Caesar from the ground and couldn't help but marvel.

Judging from his appearance alone, Caesar, whose limbs had been severed, had completely recovered, truly deserving of being the only one of the four monarchs to be a figure from a different era.

Indeed, there was something unusual about it.

"Junior, should I just take action...?"

Fingel then approached without any hesitation and pointed at Caesar, making a "kill" gesture.

Wang Anzhi glanced at him. "Isn't he your captain?"

"Oh my, junior, you don't know, Caesar is an arrogant man who looks down on commoners like me. To be honest, I've held a grudge against him for a long time. If you give the order, I'll definitely kill him without hesitation..."

Fingel looked indignant, as if he had been oppressed by Caesar for a long time.

Wang Anzhi remained noncommittal, then stood up and said, "Take good care of him! Don't let him die."

Fingel was taken aback, and cautiously asked, "Aren't we going to kill him?"

Wang Anzhi shook his head and looked at the little dragon girl who was besieging the "spring" not far away. She seemed to have noticed that she had gained the power of Prince Constantine and looked indignant.

He shook his head again and looked at Fingel, "No need."

At this stage, it's hard to say whether it's more important for the dragon king Pompeii, or Odin, to survive the end of the Black Emperor Nidhogg and kill his old father again to reclaim the throne, or for him to have his foolish son with whom he has always been at odds.

Perhaps, both are equally important.

Perhaps, one side has already overwhelmed the other.

However, in any case, Caesar poses no real threat to Wang Anzhi at the moment.

As for Fingel, Wang Anzhi glanced at him again. This bear-like, burly man was carrying Caesar with a worried expression, muttering something like, "Caesar, do you realize how much of a favor you owe me this time?"

Surprisingly, he didn't seem uncomfortable at all; he was full of energy, as if he weren't a grown man but completely empty-handed.

After Fingel turned his back, trying to slip away quietly, Wang Anzhi said to him:

"Do you know how to write this report when you get back?"

Fingel sighed, then turned back around, looking utterly helpless.

"I know, I know. Bronze and Fire perished in self-immolation, and it's suspected they had already planted a cocoon somewhere else. The dragon bone is completely lost, and the elixir of immortality is out of the question. Without Norton, the greatest alchemist of all time, even someone with the formula probably couldn't produce it..."

Fingel rambled on for a while, then shrugged, "I'm all too familiar with this kind of thing. Those people at the academy seem shrewd, but if you find the right method, they're quite easy to fool. The key is..."

Fingel stared into Wang Anzhi's eyes. "Do you believe it? The new King of Bronze and Fire—His Highness Norton."

Would you believe I would keep this from you?

“I am neither Norton nor the King of Bronze and Fire,” Wang Anzhi shook his head, seeing the disbelief on Fingal’s face, and said no more:

"As for trust, I never trust anyone."

“So, there’s nothing to talk about.” Fingel loosened his wrist, one hand already gripping a knife. “Everyone knows that only the dead can keep secrets.”

The alchemical sword in his hand first extended black streaks, and then black flames burned on the blade.

Then, his muscles suddenly swelled, bursting through his clothes, and his exposed skin gleamed with a bronze hue.

Wang Anzhi watched this scene with great interest, but instead of retaliating, he smiled and said:

"Word of Power: Lord's Flame, Word of Power: Bronze Throne, are both excellent Words of Power..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fingel leaped forward and unleashed his unparalleled swordsmanship, powerful enough to cleave an overpass in two.

There are no tricks, it's all about numbers.

Wang Anzhi remained motionless, automatically stopping his advance when Fingel's longsword was about a foot in front of him.

Fingel gritted his teeth, trying to break through this invisible barrier, but he was powerless. On the contrary, the flames on his blade and the skin on his body were gradually dimming.

No hybrid has ever been able to successfully use the power of words in front of a monarch.

Wang Anzhi looked at him and said, "You've done your best. Now, it's my turn."

Fingel felt a sudden wave of dizziness and a sudden discomfort in his body, as if he were about to vomit his lungs out.

Wang Anzhi looked at him and nodded in satisfaction.

"Now, you can't leak the secret."

Fingel said in a hoarse voice, "You won't kill me."

He could sense that he was now unable to utter any words or phrases about Wang Anzhi's actions this time.

"Who will kill the pieces on the chessboard and the characters in the script?"

Wang Anzhi smiled and said, "I have never been fond of killing."

Chapter 204: Do you accept this ending?

Fingel staggered away from the burning compound, carrying the golden retriever on his back.

Wang Anzhi watched his departing figure but did not leave. After a while, he first heard a series of heavy breathing sounds coming from behind him.

"Senior brother, is this matter considered over?"

It was Lu Mingfei. He scratched his hair, feeling a greasy sensation. Only the piercing gaze of his words, like that of a lion, revealed the turmoil in his heart.

When Lu Mingfei first saw those monsters called Deadpool crawling out of the lake, his legs went weak with fear.

Fortunately, all the senior students were very helpful.

With a wave of his hand, Senior Brother Cheng Shuangfan unleashed a burst of thunder. Senior Sister Xia Mi frowned as a gust of wind swept past her. Chu Zihang, who appeared out of nowhere, also possessed a unique skill in fire magic.

Lu Mingfei looked over with envy.

However, the ones who truly inflicted the greatest damage on these assassins were not these senior brothers and sisters, but the guards of the Bai family.

The guards of the Bai family also had their own unique skills. Some of them took out a long string of "Truths," and the "Truths" that were emitting blue flames were far more lethal than the two senior brothers and sisters. Others had brought out a bunch of cannons from somewhere and bombarded the lake where the dead servants crawled out in a staggered manner...

And so, these seemingly ferocious monsters obediently submitted to "truth," proving with their lives that the terrifying upright ape's ferocity and brutality were no less than any other creature, not even the Deadpool corrupted by dragon blood.

Lu Mingfei even noticed that an uncle holding the "truth" lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke, and hummed a Sichuan-Chongqing folk song.

Surprisingly, it sounds quite nice?

However, monsters kept emerging from the bottom of the lake, showing no fear whatsoever. Even when they saw their fellow creatures covered in blood and gore, they still charged forward fearlessly.

Lu Mingfei's most trusted senior brother, Wang Anzhi, was not here at that moment. For some reason, he suddenly felt a surge of irritability.

So he secretly left the battlefield at Xiaohu under the pretext of searching for his senior brother Wang.