Dragon Raja: Lu Ming insists on ruling for all eternity

Chapter 39 Four-Armed God and Demon

After helping the man in front of him put on his diving gear, Manstein checked each step again, still not entirely satisfied.

"Principal, why don't you let me go?" he finally couldn't help but say.

"No, you stay on the ship and continue to command." Angers shook his head, then personally put on his diving gear.

After making an OK sign, he fell backward and plunged into the turbulent river.

The reflections of the crew of the Moniach were blurred and indistinct on the water's surface, stirred by the waves.

After changing his posture, Angers gradually became familiar with underwater movements.

"This is Angers, I am descending, over."

His voice was flat, as if he wasn't carrying out any mission, but rather talking about his daily routine.

After receiving a positive response, Angers quickly dived down, disregarding the damage that the surface pressure might cause to his body.

After all, he was already an old man who had lived for nearly a hundred years. What maintained his body, besides the powerful dragon blood, was an ever-burning, indomitable spirit of revenge.

Now that his students are trapped underwater, how can he, as the principal, not take action?

Moreover, after watching the video footage sent back by Lu Mingfei and the others, he was already certain that this was the lair of the King of Bronze and Fire.

Or to be more precise, this is the other party's kingdom, the other party's Nibelungen.

Dive down.

Dive down.

Continue descending.

A string of bubbles stretched upwards, and the water pressure inside the protective suit rose sharply, making Angre's joints somewhat stiff.

He felt a metallic taste on his lips and nose.

But none of this was enough to slow down his descent.

He was faster than Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, Caesar, and Xia Mi, and arrived at the bronze city in a shorter time.

Facing the guardian spirit, Angers did not hesitate to take off one of the gloves from his waterproof suit and cut his fingertip with his diving knife. Blood spurted out and landed on the spirit's mouth.

A hint of relief appeared on the other person's extremely distorted face, and then the door opened.

The dark bronze city is like a monster with its jaws wide open, waiting for its prey to arrive.

But Angers felt he was not the prey. He slipped inside, surfaced, and stepped onto the solid, somewhat dry passageway.

Seemingly due to the activation of some kind of protective mechanism, the snake-faced, human-bodied statues that had been standing on both sides of the passageway suddenly raised their spears and lunged at him.

"I'm not so old that I can't lift a sword yet." Angers chuckled self-deprecatingly, then lightly tapped his toes, kicking an ancient ring-pommel sword into the air, which he then caught.

A cold glint of light flashed, and when they looked back, the ground was covered with fragments of the snake-bodied, human-faced statue.

However, the snake-bodied, human-faced statues not far away, unaware of the imminent danger of death, still gripped their spears and relentlessly advanced.

But Angers had neither the time nor the inclination to practice swordsmanship with them.

Those who block my way.

kill!

He grabbed the ring-pommel sword and ran forward.

This ring-pommel sword, which has survived for a thousand years and is still well-preserved, is like a divine weapon that can cut through iron like mud in his hands.

As he walked along, he saw fragments of limbs flying everywhere, but his diving suit was completely undamaged.

Even without relying on the power of words, Angers himself could be considered a master of swordsmanship.

Only after he had fought his way through the entire passageway and arrived at the chamber in front of him did he finally have time to put down his knife and catch his breath.

The blade of the ring-pommel sword was riddled with nicks and could no longer be used.

He looked down at the monitor on his wrist.

The four people who went into the water were all equipped with positioning chips, which could connect to the device in his hand.

But for some reason, although Caesar's location was still somewhere on the map, Xia Mi's location signal suddenly disappeared.

But now is not the time to worry about them. Angers looked at the two signals closest to him on the instrument; Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei were in the chamber next to his!

After a short rest, Angers felt his body brimming with energy again. Dragon blood roared and boiled within him, and his body returned to its peak.

The fight just now was merely a warm-up for him, and it even raised his strength to a new level.

Although he didn't know what Lu Mingfei and the others had encountered, he was confident that his current strength was enough to deal with it.

Angers leaped into the air.

then.

A massive black shadow suddenly flew out in front of him.

He narrowly avoided it, and after seeing clearly what it was, even this seasoned old man couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Because what was rolling on the ground not far away was a huge dragon head.

Beneath the menacing dragon horns, a glimmer of light still lingered in those golden vertical pupils.

But that's all. A head that has lost its physical body is like a tree root detached from the earth; how can it last?

That spark of inspiration was about to dissipate, and Samson, the Dragon Attendant, could only reluctantly close his eyes slowly.

If Angers' observation is correct, he can determine from the dragon head alone that it must have been a secondary species in its previous life.

It's important to know that this is the second generation species, second only to the first generation.

In the history of hybrids, the so-called dragon slaying mostly involved some insignificant fourth or fifth generation hybrids.

Even third-generation species are few and far between.

Existences at the level of the next generation are extremely rare.

Every successful dragon slaying will be passed down as a family honor forever.

pat, pat.

Footsteps echoed beneath the empty dome.

Angers pulled back the myriad thoughts that had been swirling in his mind.

He was even more curious about who, or what being, could so easily slaughter the next generation here.

He looked up and saw that person, or more accurately, that being.

Four arms, two heads, three eyes.

His body was covered in a menacing black suit of armor, and his face was so black that it was impossible to discern his true appearance.

Angers sensed a hint of danger; he hadn't felt danger in a long time.

He used to fly around in his private Gulfstream business jet, but it seemed that his will was being worn down little by little.

This undisguised sense of threat finally allowed him to rediscover himself.

That vengeful ghost that never compromises.

"Actually, I wanted to say hello to you," Angers said slowly, casually picking up the weapons scattered on the ground.

"But I guess you probably won't talk to me, or maybe you'll just lose consciousness like in those movies."

"But it doesn't matter. After I defeat you, I will naturally get everything I want."

He took flight.

Words of Power: Time Zero.

The domain unfolded, and everything around him froze, for he alone was the true master of this temporal realm.

This was the overpowered skill that allowed him to dominate his entire life and achieve unparalleled success. He sometimes referred to himself as a thief of time.

But this thief rarely makes a mistake.

Angers took out the folding knife from his pocket, which had been reattached by the equipment department.

Even when pieced together from fragments, the blade of the folding knife still exudes a chilling sharpness.

"Next up is my turn," he said.

But the next second, something unexpected happened.