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

Kassel Academy.

The image of Constantine reflected on the blade of the Divine Sword Murasame is expressionless. "My brother was supposed to come, but he had something to attend to, so he sent me instead."

Chu Zihang turned his head and glanced at the grand scene on Ye Jingchen's side, then stared into Constantine's eyes and asked cautiously:

"Is it enough if only you come? What about Jormungandr and Li Wuyue?"

"I don't know what the boss's arrangements are, so let's just wait and see," Constantine replied calmly, shaking his head.

Chu Zihang's eyes darted left and right. "Being inside my body will definitely limit your ability to exert your strength, right?"

Constantine nodded in the mirror-like reflection of the Murasame blade. "Indeed, it restricts a lot of my strength. I felt it myself, and I can only unleash about one-tenth of my original power."

Chu Zihang looked a little guilty. "I'm sorry, I'm too weak."

Constantine: "It's nothing serious. I'm just an insignificant member here anyway."

Odin's eight-legged steed suddenly let out a mournful cry!

Its jagged skeleton is being entangled by chains extending from inside the bronze door.

Taking advantage of the moment, the vice-principal slammed the kerosene lamp he was carrying onto the ground: "Academy Alchemy Array, restart!"

On the buildings of Kassel College, the dead alchemical matrices suddenly seemed to come alive again, with dragon patterns moving and dancing within the two-dimensional designs, and the buildings named after the Dragon King becoming three-dimensional again.

The dragon patterns flowing between the bricks and stones seemed to come alive, forming a huge inverted pentagram under everyone's feet.

"Flamel, are you insane?! How could you activate this?! What about what's in the ice cellar down there?!" Odin's Eternal Spear suddenly turned and thrust towards Vice-Headmaster Flamel. "You're courting death!"

"This is what we agreed upon 127 years ago!" The vice-principal ripped open the collar of his short-sleeved shirt, revealing an alchemical tattoo on his chest, beneath which throbbed the scales of a black dragon. "When all else fails, activate the final plan!"

Among the fleeing little devil duo, the black bones in Lu Mingfei's body suddenly resonated, and the projection of the dragon skeleton ruins under the Antarctic ice sheet enveloped the entire area.

Lu Mingfei's phantom appeared from nowhere, a blood-red scythe formed from supreme authority in his hand cleaving through dimensions, the whispers of little devils echoing incessantly in his ears:

"Brother, it's time to close the net."

Odin finally showed a look of horror. His bronze heart suddenly cracked open, and his withered hand plunged straight into his heart, pulling out the curled-up black dragon embryo inside, which looked like a small ginseng fruit.

As Odin ripped out his heart, the powers that had been divided across different timelines transformed into streams of light, all of which crashed into the Graywings behind Caesar!

"Heh heh heh, so... I am the vessel," Caesar's golden eyes suddenly cleared, turning emerald green once more, "but a vessel to hold your ambitions!"

The hunter's knife, Diktuido, unleashed a wind blade that pierced through the heavens and earth, attempting to shatter the dazzling streams of power rushing towards it.

Odin's body began to disintegrate, and the eight-legged winged horse turned into bronze dust amidst mournful cries.

The human bodies of Pompeii melted away like wax figures, and in their final moments, they gave Caesar a relieved smile, saying, "Son, one day you will understand... When you stand in the shoes of our race and think about things from that perspective, believe me, that day will come soon."

In an instant, Pompeii disappeared into the shadows, as if it had never been there at all.

When the smoke cleared, everyone found that the academy was completely intact.

If it weren't for the molten gold flames dancing on Chu Zihang's sword, one would almost think that what had just happened was an illusion.

The vice-principal slumped by the fountain, clutching half a bronze heart in his hand: "Is it over...?"

“No, it has begun,” Ye Jingchen said.

Vice Principal Flamel rolled his eyes at Ye Jingchen and silently picked up the kerosene lamp. "I almost forgot you were here. With you around, nothing good ever comes of it."

Ye Jingchen's black bones were once again covered with flesh and blood. He toyed with Odin's bronze dice with his fingertips. "Based on my speculation, since Odin didn't form an alliance with me, he will definitely seek to join forces with Leviathan. Considering this, it shouldn't be long before Leviathan's whale horde lands in New York Harbor."

No sooner had Ye Jingchen finished speaking than the little devil's voice suddenly came from the air:

Don't forget our bet!

Behind his phantom, the little devil was playing with twelve star fragment crystals, each containing the image of a first-generation species.

"Heh, if we consider things from the perspective of this race, then what have I been through all these years?" Caesar looked at the gray dragon scales on the back of his hand and mocked himself.

He suddenly knelt down, and the gray wings on his back peeled off piece by piece.

The power that had seeped into his body surged through his veins and roamed his skin, forming new dragon scales.

Chu Zihang silently carried the Murasame sword and slowly walked towards Caesar. The blade of his sword reflected the molten gold color shared by the two of them, a mark of the awakening of the Dragon King's power.

Caesar glanced back at Chu Zihang, then slowly stood up. "Chu Zihang, right? I've been keeping an eye on you. A brilliant, blue-haired junior whose brilliance is hard to conceal, a formidable opponent."

"It is my honor to receive such attention from you, Caesar Gattuso." Chu Zihang gripped the Divine Sword Murasame with both hands, his long blue hair fluttering in the wind, a wind generated by Caesar's authority.

Caesar stared at the not-so-muscular blue-haired junior brother in front of him, gazing into his dazzling golden eyes, and sensing the aura of the Dragon King emanating from him. "You actually managed to reach this point, becoming a vessel for the Dragon Kings' power. Was this Ye Jingchen's doing?"

"Probably, I'm not sure, but it shouldn't be as thorough as yours. He said I can only exert one-tenth of his power," Chu Zihang said, his hands gripping the Divine Sword Murasame tightly, flames still burning, "From the heights of Babylon, burn into the sun!"

Chu Zihang transformed into a human incendiary bomb, and a terrifying heat wave instantly swept towards Caesar!

"Is this your answer? It fits my stereotype of you perfectly," Caesar silently closed his eyes, his pointed ears perking up. "The wind of the night, become my eyes! Word of Power: Blood-Drinking True Scythe!"

The crimson and black wind blades slashed towards the surging heat wave!

Have you ever witnessed Caesar Gattuso at his peak?

The deepest trench in the Pacific Ocean.

Leviathan's true form suddenly opened its twelve pairs of compound eyes.

On its rugged back, Odin's bronze cross is taking root and sprouting...