Know Yourself in the Dragon World

"Samson, you should protect Constantine instead of coming to me." Norton stroked the dragon's head in the pitch-black sea water.

The sound comes from within the body, through the bones.

He looked badly injured, his body covered in blood, but with his amazing recovery ability, his wounds were healing visibly.

It's not a good idea to drag this body to avenge my brother.

"Times have changed, Samson. Humans now have weapons called 'technology'."

Samson suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a box from the depths of his throat, rolling it with his tongue.

"Did Constantine ask you to bring it?"

Norton seemed to see the past, reaching out his hand in the sea to touch the old object.

"This is for him. He is so stupid not to bring it with him."

The tears in the sea are all salty, and it is hard to tell where they come from.

"Take this, and you can only deal with the guys on the boat."

"I need a body that can hold the body of 'Zhulong'. Let's use our anger to burn this world to ashes."

Samson understood what Norton meant and lowered his head.

If you can't protect the other master, then protect this one.

……

"What is that?" someone exclaimed.

Caesar picked up the telescope and looked in that direction. Flames were rising above the sea in the distance.

Norton's hands were flowing with blazing flames, and the high temperature melted the dragon's scales and skull.

"Close the distance and move at full speed." Caesar didn't know what Norton was going to do, "Another missile, hurry up!"

It doesn't matter what you do, this is the best time.

The Moniach was like a giant steel dragon, sailing at full speed on the sea.

Caesar raised his gun and aimed, waiting for the right distance.

In the last nautical mile, everyone held their breath and the Storm torpedo was in place.

However, an unexpected scene happened again. At the moment the missile exploded, Norton drilled into the head of the second-generation species.

"Hit!" someone cheered.

But the next second.

"Hehehe..."

The strange laughter reached everyone's ears.

The dragon is laughing...

The dragon dived into the water again and swam towards the Moniach.

"Is this fusion?" Lu Mingfei put down the telescope. "It can even withstand missiles, isn't it too abstract?"

No one responded to Lu Mingfei's words, and the only sound in the communication channel was the detector's shouting.

"He's approaching us rapidly!"

"Storm torpedoes are in place, let him come over." Caesar didn't want to use the bullets given by his family to gain this honor from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he knew how precious the Philosopher's Stone bullets were.

He wouldn't shoot without being absolutely sure.

As Norton got closer, the pressure surged up from beneath the sea, and all the members of the Moniah were more or less affected by it.

Only Lu Mingfei was still playing a supporting role.

He is not a fool and knows that the current situation is very dangerous.

But what can he do?

The big guy swam towards the Moniach like a madman, having no idea how many weapons were on the ship.

"Damn it, what's going on!" The detector suddenly exclaimed: "Captain, the sonar system is malfunctioning, someone has hacked into our system!"

At this time, the screen in the detection room was full of snowflakes.

Invasion? Caesar couldn't help but frown.

There were so many surprises tonight, it was interesting.

Caesar ran towards the launch room and Long Wen began to chant.

Yan Ling·Kamaitatsu.

The wind demon that existed in the legend was flying freely and heading off into the distance.

They are afraid and terrified, a fear that comes from an instinctive sense.

But even in death, their masters will move forward.

"Get out of the way." Caesar's hand hovered over the launch button and he took off the communicator in his ear.

The kamaitachi transmitted the information back to his brain, but it was not enough, not enough. The transmission speed was too slow and there was a delay with Norton's real-time location.

Under the pressure, the sickle-weasels disappeared one after another, and new sickle-weasels continued to take over.

They are entities without life, just a kind of "spiritual" existence.

But they have to face a more powerful 'spirit'.

"Everyone, hold your breath." Caesar closed his eyes and used his hearing to the maximum to reduce the delay of the kamaitachi as much as possible.

It's almost there. Come on, Norton.

The corners of Caesar's mouth rose slightly, and at the moment when the distance was right and Norton had no chance to dodge, he suddenly opened his eyes and flicked the switch.

The moment the Storm torpedo was launched, the huge sound caused Caesar's body to sway.

But he forced himself to continue to "listen" to the information sent back by Kamaitachi.

To be sure of your hit, you must personally enjoy the glory of this moment.

A deafening explosion sounded.

At this moment, Caesar was satisfied and hit the target successfully.

But he also paid a corresponding price. The loud noise was transmitted back to the ears of every sickle-weasel, over and over again, without end.

No matter how timely the words are withdrawn, there is no guarantee that one will not be affected in any way.

"Captain, your ear is bleeding!" The explorer stepped forward and supported Caesar.

"What did you say?" Caesar couldn't hear any sound at all and his ears were ringing.

The detector had to tell Caesar using sign language.

"Help me get treatment." Caesar opened his mouth to relieve the symptoms.

Just as the explorer was about to take Caesar away, the sonar system suddenly returned to normal, the snowflakes on the screen disappeared, leaving only a bright red origin, moving towards here.

Caesar could no longer laugh and his expression became extremely solemn.

"Notify everyone, they are not dead and are still approaching!" he yelled hysterically.

Boom! Norton hit the Moniach.

The ship shook violently, and all the remaining ordinary torpedoes were fired.

Another collision.

Since there were no problems that could be solved with the Storm torpedoes, no one had any hope for ordinary torpedoes.

Lu Mingfei held the railing tightly with both hands. He suspected that Old Tang was going to overturn the Moniah.

As he was shaken, he vomited uncontrollably.

He was a little seasick before the training, and after the training he thought he had overcome it, but in fact he was just not shaking enough.

"Brother, you look embarrassed." Lu Mingze asked with concern: "Do you need me to help you get off this ship? It's sinking, just like the Titanic."

"Can you please stop joking like that?" Lu Mingfei wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"No kidding, are you questioning Norton's anger? It was you who hung Constantine's body high in the air. Have you forgotten that in your dream, Constantine was hung on a high pole?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

"You are on the boat now, do you think it matters?"

"There's also a helicopter. I can just get on it and run away."

“So, I don’t want to exchange!”

“No.” Lu Mingfei looked up at the helicopter, that was where his hope lay.

"Call me if you need anything, or just have a thought. You don't have to say it out loud. After all, if you fall into the sea, you won't be able to speak."

"Stop talking, you crow-mouth!"

……

"Finally caught up." Han Qiu hid behind the reef and began to put on his diving suit.

"Are you sure you still want to go into the water? Your wound will get worse." Mr. Han warned.

Han Qiu looked into the distance, 'Word Spirit·Eye'.

It's still a little blurry, but I can barely see the situation clearly.

"Can you reach this distance?" Han Qiu asked.

"It's a little difficult, but if you risk it, you can do it. It just costs a little bit."

"Sleeping?"

"Ah."

"Forget it, no one will reward me if you fall asleep." Han Qiu changed into a diving suit, and the wound was torn even bigger under the restraint of the diving suit. "I don't want to go back to the time when my hard work went unrewarded."