Know Yourself in the Dragon World

What exactly was left behind by Angers? Friedrich von Roon was inevitably curious.

He opened the parchment scroll tremblingly. In this information age and the era of rapid development of papermaking, few people would use parchment scrolls.

From the feel of the parchment scroll, it can be determined that it was produced in the past decade or so and is definitely not a collection.

We have been friends for so many years, dating back more than a hundred years.

That was an era when everyone still had a special liking for parchment scrolls.

Friedrich von Roon thought that this was probably Angers' way of commemorating his old friend.

The parchment scroll was unfolded and the rain quickly wet the words on it.

Friedrich von Roon's golden eyes were dimming, but the lion in his heart was getting more and more excited.

"Ange, you are a genius..." He put down the parchment and readjusted himself.

Pushing the process of bloodbath forward step by step.

The old life is still passing away, and the new life is being conceived.

Friedrich von Roon chose to believe in this madman, Ange, and tried to take the bloody road to the end.

The overwhelming advantage of dragon genes will cause hybrids to degenerate into mindless deadpools, but trust must be given to human genes.

The Road to Becoming a God is a door at the end of the Bloodshed. Once you open the door, you will reach the road to becoming a God.

Use the remaining life to light the flame and burn yourself, as brilliant as fireworks... but short-lived.

After three blood bursts, Friedrich von Rhon's body has shown very obvious dragon-like characteristics.

His injuries were recovering, his weakly beating heart began to beat violently again, and his blood gradually became abundant.

Corresponding to this was his blurred consciousness. He was in pain, making sounds that were not human.

The blood-rushing process was still going on, but the control over the body was gone, leaving only the beast's instincts.

Maybe this guy Ange is lying. That old rogue has cheated many people before.

Friedrich von Roon kept in mind the most crucial words on the parchment: To go through a long road requires emotions that can never be let go to support the will to face depravity.

An emotion you can't let go of?

Friedrich von Roon's lips trembled, and when his voice was weak he could still make human sounds.

He recited the names of those people one by one: his mentor, the Marquis Gambet, the president of the Lionheart Society, Menech Cassel, Hilbert Jean Angers, Lu Shanyan, the ghost...

The emotion that I can’t let go of is the longing for these old friends.

The blood burst once again took a step forward, a state that Friedrich von Roon had never reached before, the fourth blood burst.

Theoretically, there is no fourth level of blood rush, or the so-called fourth level of blood rush is Deadpool.

Friedrich von Rohn has fallen into the abyss, his consciousness is enveloped by endless darkness, and he no longer has control over his body.

It seems that this city will have to face another problem. A deadpool like him will probably bring a lot of pain to everyone.

The remaining spirit was about to dissipate, and the roar from the monster came from deep underground, spreading through the channel dug by the dragon's dragon breath.

Friedrich von Roon knew he could finally rest.

He once said: "It feels bad to be a traitor."

Meinecke Kassel responded: "Walking in the darkness is inevitably painful, but this does not mean that we are standing in the sun now."

When can I stand in the sun again... Warm water dripped down his face, and Friedrich von Roon seemed to have regained his physical perception.

But he still couldn't see, his eyes seemed to be burned by fire. The bloodline was extremely mismatched with the human body, and humans could not control the out-of-control bloodline.

There was nothing wrong with his eyes, it was just that his golden pupils were too dazzling and he was not worthy of having these eyes.

It must be the rain, he thought.

Those are the raindrops falling from the sky, they can't be tears.

Friedrich von Roon really wanted to burst into tears, feeling aggrieved and unwilling.

Damn Angers, why don't you trust me? Do you think of me as a brother or a tool?

Anyone can distrust me, except you, Angers...

Friedrich von Roon never let his desire to slay a dragon fade, and no matter how Angers guarded against him, he still did what he could.

Is this heart really going to be cold now? No, I can't do that.

The will of the Lionheart Society cannot die out like this, and Friedrich von Roon still has unfinished business.

Disaster swept the entire world, and Friedrich von Roon thought that Ange had handed this place over to him out of trust.

In a place where there is no support, here is their past joy.

In fact, it was not that Angers did not provide support here, but that the manpower was really limited. Angers believed that Friedrich von Roon was capable of dealing with an unknown dragon, after all, this good friend had killed Constantine.

Friedrich von Roon was not wrong. Angers really trusted him, trusting him immensely, both in terms of his character and his ability.

In Angers' opinion, slaying the dragon was just a piece of cake for Friedrich von Rhon. He felt that after Friedrich von Rhon knew the way to become a god, he would come to him and witness the fall of the king with him.

But Ange ultimately underestimated Nidhogg's creation. He had no idea what kind of horrible creature could crawl out of Nidhogg's egg.

He simply listened to the judgment of the four old families: a giant dragon that can be suppressed by heavy firepower and has a certain dragon power is not a king, nor is it Nidhogg.

Who knew this thing could be transformed... But then again, so could Friedrich von Roon.

In his final moments of consciousness, Friedrich von Roon saw a light in the darkness.

The man held an Atkan long knife and stretched out his hand toward him, as if to say: Go, slay the dragon.

Meinecke Cassel, Friedrich von Rohn burst into tears.

Finally, finally! I finally see you again.

"Let's go." Friedrich von Roon said softly.

Meinecke Cassel disappeared, and the light became brighter.

He saw the world again. The signs of dragon transformation had not subsided, and his bloodline was approaching a stable state.

But it is still a leaking jar, aware of the loss of its vitality.

Is this the path to becoming a god? Friedrich von Roon was surprised and excited.

It’s a wonderful feeling, as if I am holding my destiny in my hands.

Even if there is a time limit, it does not prevent you from controlling your own destiny during this period of time.

Fight unfinished battles and fulfill unfulfilled responsibilities.

He picked up the long sword, the weapon left behind by the warriors of the old family.

The war with the black dragon resulted in the complete death of the warriors who had fallen into Deadpool. Corpses were scattered all over the ground, and even the heavy rain could not cover up the smell of blood.

Mourn for these soldiers, and also mourn for your own death in advance.

Regardless of whether Friedrich von Roon wins or loses, the moment the road to becoming a god begins, the countdown of life begins.

He can defend this city and protect Cambridge, which buries its past.

Suifeng rushed to the battlefield again, and looked down to see the city burned to ashes by the dragon's breath.

In a place that Friedrich von Roon did not notice, there was a black-and-white photo embedded on the back of the parchment: seven people were arm in arm, with smiles on their faces.