Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

The alleyway, usually deserted, is always filled with blooming flowers.

—To Loneliness.

Norton looked at the cactus on the balcony, its lush greenery densely covered with sharp, tiny thorns.

The flower language of the cactus is: strength and perseverance, warmth and loneliness, and difficulty in obtaining love.

Because it is covered in thorns, people want to get close to it, but are afraid of getting hurt; it is something that can be admired but not reached.

It fits these dragons so perfectly.

Norton withdrew his gaze and looked at the little golden egg beside him. The golden bone vial was covered with dense dragon runes, both dazzling and obscure, all of which were sacrificial words.

"Where do you want to begin with this world?" Norton looked at Ye Jingchen, his gaze becoming incredibly profound.

He had previously supported the puppet lord Gongsun Du. Such trivial matters as vying for the world were not too difficult for Norton.

"I will lead you into the world of hybrids, then dominate the world of hybrids, and finally control the world of hybrids, to conquer the world and rule the globe!" Ye Jingchen said, reaching out to grasp the Black King's Egg.

"Our team, as it stands, is a team full of hope. Just take the Dragon Kings for example, we've already gathered five of them!" Ye Jingchen said, holding up the five fingers of his right hand.

"Five?" Norton frowned, looking at the large black egg that Ye Jingchen was holding with his left hand. "You convinced the one inside?"

Ye Jingchen looked at the big black egg, shook his head and said, "It's not the big black egg, it's another monarch whose color is the opposite of yours. As you know, he once participated in the rebellion with you."

"The colors are opposite..." Norton pondered, "You mean the White King?"

Ye Jingchen nodded. The tips of the cactus thorns were covered with morning dew, reflecting the glow of the murals in the Bronze City.

Such alchemical visual tricks were extremely simple for Ye Jingchen.

Ye Jingchen's fingers caressed the surface of the black king's egg, and the dragon patterns swam into his pupils like tadpoles that had come to life.

Norton noticed the silvery-white liquid seeping from under the other man's fingernails; it was dragon blood mixed with mercury—a trace of the Jiang family's secret technique.

“The White Queen will not submit to anyone.” Norton remained skeptical of Ye Jingchen’s words, tapping the bone vial with his knuckles, golden dragon patterns swirling on its surface. “Back then, she even dared to betray the Black King…”

Before he finished speaking, the French windows of the balcony suddenly became covered with ice crystals.

Ice flowers grow along the cactus's spines, enveloping the entire plant like a crystal sculpture.

The figure of the White Queen slowly emerged from the ice crystals. She had long, fiery red hair like maple leaves, and her bare feet were on the condensed mist. Liquid moonlight flowed from the hem of her kimono.

"The word 'surrender' is too harsh." The White King's fingertips brushed across the frozen cactus, and the thorns instantly blossomed into white datura. "I prefer to call it—resonance and enduring companionship."

"What do you think, Mr. Ye?"

Ye Jingchen's golden eyes narrowed slightly, not expecting her to suddenly appear here. He smiled and said, "Whatever you say."

He saw the bronze necklace wrapped around the White King's hair, with an ice crystal die attached to the end of each chain.

Those were alchemical artifacts he had seen in the hands of the executives at Kassel College, which were said to be normally sealed away in an underground ice cellar, in a lead box in the equipment department.

The large black egg suddenly trembled violently, and blood-red patterns appeared on the surface of its shell.

The little golden egg beside Norton resonated with this, and Constantine's murmured words echoed from within the bottle: "Brother...it really is her, the White Monarch..."

The White King suddenly chuckled, and petals of the datura flower drifted down onto the Black King's egg.

"Little Constantine hasn't been born yet?" The petals transformed into silvery-white flames the instant they touched the dragon's markings. "Since Lord Ye has already explained things to you all, then just do your best to assist him, understand?"

Norton didn't dare to look directly into Uesugi Erii's eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then turned to exchange a glance with Jormungandr.

Jormungandr's eyes widened immediately, and he shoved Norton aside, distancing himself from the situation:

"What are you doing? I'm asking you a question, not me. Don't look at me like that!"

Norton: “…”

"Quiet." Ye Jingchen raised his hand and slammed his hand on the coffee table in front of him, making a loud bang. Bronze dust formed an alchemical matrix in the air. "What we need to discuss is the future, not the past."

The temperature on the balcony plummeted, and the cactus's icy shell cracked with fine lines.

Norton's golden eyes shone like a furnace; he saw a strange image reflected in the ice crystals:

The White King was playing chess with Jiang Cheng deep in the Bronze City, with blood-stained alchemical compasses scattered on the chessboard.

Chu Tianjiao burned the files in the torrential rain, and in the firelight, the torn pages with the words "Project Candle Dragon" floated.

“Five Dragon Kings?” Norton traced the cracks in the urn with his fingertips. “Bronze and fire, earth and mountains, and…”

"This white monarch who prefers to remain anonymous?"

Upon hearing this, Erii Uesugi merely glanced at Norton, this rebellious fellow.

In an instant, Norton felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. The air around him seemed to have turned into solidified colloid, making it difficult for him to breathe. The veins on his forehead bulged, and the suppression in his blood made it difficult for him to even activate his Word of Power.

The white king's kimono suddenly moved on its own without any wind.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and the condensed mist transformed into a bronze mirror, reflecting the Hall of Heroes of Kassel College.

Five bronze coffins stood inside the hall, four of which had been opened, while the central coffin was covered with blood-red vines.

"The fifth one awaits his key." The White King's figure began to become transparent. "When the flames of blood pilgrimage ignite simultaneously in fifteen ports... Lord Ye, our era will begin."

Ye Jingchen grasped the deeper meaning in Erii's words, and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Erii, are you saying that these fifteen trading ports are all extraordinary?"

"Ding-dong chicken! Ding-dong chicken!"

The sudden ringing of a cell phone interrupted their conversation.

Ye Jingchen saw that it was Norma calling from his phone screen and thought to himself, "Norma? Could it be Principal Angers?"

Line connected.

Instantly, I heard Fingel's voice, trembling with tears:

"Please, my dear junior, you must save me!"

There's a riot here! Deadpools everywhere! Countless Deadpools!

The Three Gorges of the Yangtze River have fallen!

Erii Uesugi: "I'll go check it out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the French windows shattered with a deafening roar.

The White King vanished amidst the scattering ice crystals, and the last datura petal drifted down onto the Black King's egg, revealing coordinates written in dragon script—

It is the airport at the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River.

Ye Jingchen picked up a datura petal and examined the dragon patterns on it.

Jormungandr leaned closer, looked at the dragon runes on the petals, and read aloud, "Three Gorges Airport."

"I thought you wouldn't understand," Ye Jingchen said, putting the flower petals into his pocket.

He then took out a glass tube of reagent from his pocket, walked over to Norton, and poured the liquid from the test tube onto the little golden egg.

As the liquid was poured, the little golden egg instantly started to bounce!

Norton suddenly pressed down on the twitching golden egg, lava-like patterns running across its shell: "What did you put inside?"

"A gift." Ye Jingchen wiped the bronze dust from his fingers. "A gift that can awaken Constantine ahead of time."

Suddenly, all the cactus thorns fell off and formed a bronze tree totem on the balcony floor.

The golden urn shattered with a crack, and what gushed out was not dragon blood, but viscous black oil—the same source of pollution Norton had seen when he awoke in the Gulf of Mexico.

A small, fair hand emerged from the crack in the golden bone vial and pressed against the golden eggshell engraved with dragon patterns.

In a short while, a fair-skinned little boy with short hair and wearing a white mage's robe appeared in the living room.

The King of Bronze and Fire – Constantine.

“Brother.” Constantine immediately moved closer to Norton and hugged him.

Norton breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Constantine was unharmed, and gave Ye Jingchen a deep look.

"It seems we've all underestimated humanity." Gear-like phantoms spun in Norton's golden eyes. "Even loneliness... can be forged into a weapon."

Constantine's appearance softened the tense atmosphere.

It's like throwing a bag of bleach into murky water.

He hugged Norton tightly, and Norton gently stroked his head, his eyes revealing a long-lost tenderness.

But this warmth was soon shattered by Ye Jingchen.

“Constantine,” Ye Jingchen called out.

Constantine turned to look at Ye Jingchen, meeting his gaze. He had heard Ye Jingchen's voice more than once while he was still in the bone flask.

Ye Jingchen: "Time is of the essence. The changes in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River are like a Damocles' sword hanging over our heads."

"The enemy is in the open while we are in the dark."

"We need to find out exactly what happened there as soon as possible."

"The White King has already left."

"Constantine, we need your strength."

Ye Jingchen stared directly into Constantine's eyes, his gaze as sharp as a Scottish broadsword.

Constantine was slightly taken aback and instinctively hid behind Norton. He had just woken up and had not yet fully adapted to this world.

Even though they were already used to Ye Jingchen's voice, they were still somewhat at a loss when faced with Ye Jingchen's request.

Constantine: "I will only listen to my brother, and my strength will only be given to my brother."

Norton patted Constantine on the shoulder, giving him an encouraging look, signaling him not to be afraid.

Ye Jingchen turned and walked to the balcony, gazing at the distant sky, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

"Constantine, it doesn't matter to me who you are loyal to."

This is all just the calm before the storm.

The fall of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River.

There must be a much bigger conspiracy hidden behind this.

Ye Jingchen recalled the fifteen ports mentioned by the White King, and the Blood Sacrifice Flame.

I have a vague feeling that this is inextricably linked to the Hall of Heroes at Kassel College and that mysterious bronze coffin.

"We must get to the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River as soon as possible."

Ye Jingchen turned to look at everyone, his tone not one of discussion, but calm, rational, and unquestionable.

"Boss, of course I'll do whatever you say!" Jormungandr acted extremely obediently, as if she had completely transformed back into the pure and lively young girl, Xia Mi.

Jormungandr's inner monologue: "I've always been a strong supporter of Boss Ye Jingchen, and now that the White King has stepped in, of course I'm even more supportive!"

"Senior Sister Jiu Deya and I will not join in the fun..." Chen Motong silently took a step back. She now realized the gap between herself and these monsters. "Although those dead servants are not to be feared, the fall of the Three Gorges must be controlled by a more powerful force. You all need to be careful."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingchen smiled slightly and took out a small alchemical device from his pocket, which was covered with complex runes.

"This is my improved Word Power Amplifier, which can temporarily enhance our Word Power power."

“Chen Motong, since you don’t have the power of words, you can’t use this.”

Ye Jingchen explained, then casually tossed the alchemical device toward Jiudeyaji.

Shude Akira frantically caught the alchemy device, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it hadn't fallen to the ground. A few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sticking her white hair to her hair.

“Even if you don’t trust me, you can trust the White Monarch.” With that, Ye Jingchen took out a mandala petal with dragon-script coordinates written on it. The dragon script on the petal shimmered with a faint light.

Everyone was ready.

A red light flashed before Ye Jingchen's eyes, and his left eye transformed into a black vortex that distorted space!

"This teleportation distance is quite far, and it's my first time trying it. You guys need to be quick and nimble."

Constantine gripped Norton's hand tightly, a hint of fear in his eyes as he faced the black vortex.

“Constantine, don’t be afraid, I’m with you,” Norton comforted him softly, stepping into the passage first…

Three Gorges.

When Ye Jingchen and his group arrived at the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River.

The sight before them shocked them.

The entire Three Gorges area was shrouded in gray fog, resembling a secret realm.

The Deadpools surged like a tide on the rooftops and in the streets.

They roared and howled as they surged toward the airport.

The scene was one of utter devastation, with innocent pedestrians being brutally torn apart by Deadpool.

It felt like a biohazard crisis, like the end of the world had arrived.

Around the airport, the Kassel College's enforcers and students are putting up a fierce resistance.

From afar, Professor Stanlundbergh could be seen directing operations on-site.

Meanwhile, executor Ye Sheng was leading a team, armed with M4A1 rifles, in resistance.

The magazine was full of mercury bullets, which speaks volumes about the impact on Deadpool.

However, there are simply too many Deadpools, and their types are incredibly diverse.

Snake-Man Deadpool, Bat-Wing Deadpool, Lizard-Man Deadpool...

The people from Kassel College are clearly at a disadvantage!

The appearance of Ye Jingchen and his group attracted the attention of some of the Dead Servants.

A group of Dead Servants rushed towards them frantically. Norton was the first to activate his Word of Power: Monarch's Flame. With a wave of his hand, the raging flames instantly engulfed the surrounding Dead Servants, turning them into a pile of black charcoal.

Constantine was no less impressive. He waved his small, childlike hand, and bronze flames danced in his palm. This was also "Word of Power: Monarch's Flame," which echoed Norton's flames, forming a powerful wall of fire that blocked the Dead Servants.

Jormungandr, using the authority of the King of the Earth and Mountains, manipulated the rocks of the ground to keep the Dead Servants out.

While silently drawing out the Seven Deadly Sins, Ye Jingchen observed the battlefield situation.

He discovered that the actions of these Deadpools mostly seemed to be controlled by some mysterious force; their attacks were chaotic yet exceptionally fierce, showing no regard for their own lives.

Only a small fraction of Deadpools follow their bloodlust.

"These dead servants seem to be under the command of someone." Ye Jingchen put on a brand new white mask and drew Pride (Eight-Sided Han Sword) and Sloth (Samurai Sword) from the Seven Deadly Sins sword box.

“Now, I am Ying Zheng, the lord of the abandoned clan, and you call me the Holy Lord.”

"These are the masks I prepared for you," Ying Zheng said, handing each of them a mask.

The moment Fenrir saw the cold glint of Sloth, he shuddered and got goosebumps all over his body.

Ying Zheng: "Norton, this is your base from thousands of years ago. Tell me quickly, do you have another secret base nearby?"

Norton: "No."

Ying Zheng: "Where did all these Deadpools come from?"

Norton: "I don't know."

Ying Zheng: "..."