Dragons begin with courage

The authority of the King of Bronze and Fire reveals its most terrifying aspect at this moment—it is not merely a powerful individual, but the controller of a complete industrial system with the potential for terrifying warfare. These bronze undead are the "minions" extending from this royal city, and as long as the heart of the royal city continues to beat, these minions can regenerate infinitely.

"The physical body is immortal... or rather, the physical body is indestructible."

Under the relentless onslaught of the bronze tide, the defensive line teetered on the brink of collapse, like a dam caught in a storm. Every second, agents were wounded and speedboats were destroyed. An atmosphere of despair began to spread.

Just as this defensive line was about to collapse, Chu Zihang's cold and resolute voice rang out through the Lionheart Society's internal channel:

"Susie, Lancelot, the Lionheart command on-site is temporarily transferred to you." "Cooperate with Caesar and the Professors, hold the line at all costs, and prevent Deadpool from landing."

"President?! What are you going to do?!" Susie had a bad feeling and asked urgently.

no answer.

Only a clear "plop" sound of water entering the water came through the communication channel, and then the signal became noisy. Through the monitor on the speedboat, Susie and Lancelot saw that the moment Chu Zihang finished speaking, he had already jumped from the side of the boat into the turbulent and muddy river. His specially made combat suit quickly switched to fully enclosed diving mode, and a streamlined diving helmet with a low-light display screen flipped out from behind his neck, covering his head tightly.

"Chu Zihang! Come back!" Professor Mans's roar blared across the public channel, tinged with rare panic. "You've never been to the Bronze City! You don't have the 'Mark' of the Nibelungs! You can't get in! That's suicide!"

"I have a way." Chu Zihang's voice came through the underwater communicator, calm to the point of being cold, yet carrying an undeniable certainty.

The next second, a blazing white line of fire suddenly lit up beneath the river's surface! It was a high-temperature jet stream formed by the extreme compression of the Word of Power: Monarch's Flame! Chu Zihang had actually used the terrifying energy of the high-risk Word of Power for underwater propulsion! He was like a torpedo that had been ignited, leaving a fleeting white trail in the dark river water, shooting at an astonishing speed towards the direction Samson had fled, which was also the deepest part of the waters where the dragon's might was most concentrated!

"Are you insane! You want to follow the heavily wounded Samson and charge into Nibelungen?!" Professor Mance's voice was almost distorted. "Even if Samson is badly wounded, you can't handle him alone! Besides, Norton is fully awake in the Bronze City!"

"drop--"

With a soft click, Chu Zihang deliberately severed all communications with the external battlefield. It wasn't that the signal was blocked; he simply shut it down intentionally. He knew that from now on, he would have to rely on himself. He also knew that within the Nibelungen, conventional communications would inevitably fail, so it was better to shut them down sooner rather than later.

Moreover, Chu Zihang knew that Lu Mingfei was inside the Bronze City.

"I agree with Chu Zihang's approach."

Just as the command channel fell into a brief silence and everyone was shocked by Chu Zihang's desperate action, another calm and arrogant voice rang out.

It was Caesar Gattuso.

He glanced down at the surfboard at his feet and quickly tapped his wristwatch a few times.

"Click... Buzz..."

A slight mechanical hum was heard as streamlined vector nozzles popped out from both sides of the surfboard, and the board structure deformed slightly, transforming into a more hydrodynamic shape.

"Whether it's rescuing Nono or ending this endless bronze frenzy, the key lies within Bronze City." Caesar's voice was clear and powerful, echoing across the battlefield through the communicator. "Outside, we're just waging a war of attrition against a self-repairing fortress, with no chance of winning."

His gaze fell on the river where Chu Zihang had disappeared, and a hint of kingly arrogance curved his lips.

"I will enter the Bronze City, find Nono, and then... lure Norton out of that turtle shell." Caesar's speech quickened. "Once he leaves the Bronze City and loses the unlimited supplies from the royal city, we can gather all our strength and, with the help of 'Storm,' have a chance to deliver a fatal blow to Norton, who has not yet fully recovered! And thus kill the Dragon King."

"Caesar! You..." Professor Schneider tried to stop him.

But Caesar said no more. He spoke into the communicator, issuing his final orders as heir to the Gattuso family and student council president: "Professor Schneider, Professor Mans, command of the external battlefield is handed over to you. All student council members, listen up! Obey the professors' orders. Hold the line at all costs!"

"Wait for my signal to slay the dragon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Caesar took a step forward, the alchemical thrusters beneath his feet locking onto his feet and suddenly spewing out a ghostly blue flame. Like a medieval knight riding a sea monster, he leaped into the cold, swift river with a graceful fish-like motion, chasing after Chu Zihang at full speed along the still-lingering trail of intense heat left behind!

"drop--"

He also proactively turned off his communications.

On the river, the artillery fire continued, and the deadly soldiers surged forth. The pressure on the defensive line increased sharply after the two leaders left one after the other, but the orders and beliefs left behind by Chu Zihang and Caesar were like two steel nails, firmly driven into the hearts of all the members of Kassel.

Beneath the river's surface, two figures, one in front of the other, flew like moths to a furnace of the abyss, relentlessly heading towards that dark waterway shrouded in the Dragon King's oppressive aura, a place interwoven with death and secrets.

Inside the Bronze City, before Lu Mingfei, he was no longer Old Tang; his golden pupils held the absolute majesty and rage of the King of Bronze and Fire.

Wrath! The Bronze and Fire King is also known as the Wrathful Dragon King. His desire for revenge stems from his inner rage, hatred, and anger, leading to an emotional breakdown and a powerful urge for revenge, which is known as rage.

Norton raised his hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

boom!

The bronze platform beneath Lu Mingfei's feet suddenly softened and deformed, and several thick bronze tentacles with sharp, spear-like ends burst forth from the ground, attacking him and Nuonuo, whom he was holding, from all directions!

Countless scorching, golden-red metal particles condensed in the surrounding air, like a swarm of living bees, shooting towards Lu Mingfei with a temperature that could tear everything apart!

Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted sharply, and he almost instinctively rolled to the side. But he was holding Nuonuo, which slowed his movements by half a beat.

scoff!

A bronze tentacle grazed his ribs, instantly tearing his special combat suit apart and sending a searing pain through his skin. At the same time, several red-gold particles struck his shoulder and arm, not penetrating, but melting and embedding themselves like maggots, bringing continuous intense burning pain!

"Xiao Ming, I'm first and you're second in the interstellar ladder rankings, but I know you haven't actually been playing at your full strength against me." Norton looked at Lu Mingfei and said, "Use your full power, Lu Mingfei!"