Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

"A long time ago, there was a little girl who became good friends with two red dragons. One was Greedy (Victoria Drake), and the other was Brave (Tara Drake). They both swore to protect the girl forever. One day, the Greedy dragon asked the little girl for a gift, so the little girl wove a wreath of flowers from her body and gave it to the Greedy dragon. But when she asked the other dragon what he wanted, the Brave dragon said, 'I don't need any gifts.'"

A brave red dragon flew across the mountains and found a bouquet of flowers called 'Tara.' He wanted nothing more than to give this unique beauty to a little girl. But a greedy red dragon learned of this and, insatiable in his desire, demanded it from his fellow dragons, who refused to grant him. They fought for a long time, a scene of profound tragedy. The girl, heartbroken by her friends' quarrel, could only cry in secret.

"At this time, a lion (Aslan) quietly came to her side, whispered to her not to worry, and accompanied her for a while. When the two red dragons stopped arguing, the lion immediately showed its fangs. It held the girl hostage and roared loudly: 'Put the wreath on me!' The brave red dragon's wounds had not yet healed, but it still stood up to fight against the threat of the lions. It did not fight for the wreath, but it had never forgotten the protection oath it had made at the beginning."

"A Tara fairy tale satirizing Aslan's rise to power? I remember banning a lot of it during my reign."

Frederick asked patiently, "What do you want to say?"

"Of course, I'm telling you the sequel to this story."

Chen Zhou looked at Fu Zi expectantly and continued:

"At first, the brave red dragon, defeated, secretly licked his wounds. When his armor was torn, he stitched it back together stitch by stitch. When his claws were blunt, he sharpened them with his own scissors.

During this time, the lion became increasingly greedy. It snatched the wreath and bit the weakened and greedy red dragon to death bit by bit. The new farce was extremely long. The girl was completely disappointed. Her hollow eyes no longer shed tears. She missed the other red dragon in the distance more and more.

Spring after spring passed, petals withered, and the wreaths lost their color. As the lion and the greedy red dragon fought each other, the brave red dragon quietly returned to the girl. He rescued her, covered her eyes with freshly picked flowers, then smashed the lion's head, chopped up their remains, and buried them in the central river valley. The following year, when the brave red dragon took flight with the little girl, even more beautiful and vibrant flowers had grown above the river valley.

Frederick didn't quite understand, but Aledae below was already trembling with fear.

"Tell me, what do you want to say!"

Chen Zhou laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling with joy: "Fool! Now I'm using the same method you Aslan used back then, hahahaha."

"If the little girl is a member of the public, then you said you were standing on the side of the common people, and now I am standing on the side of the common people too. Then you took advantage of the internal strife in the country, and now I am taking advantage of the internal strife in the country too." He laughed heartily as he spoke each word. "As for me, I learned from the barbarians to defeat them, and I copied your methods to retake Victoria."

Frederick didn't know what to say. He felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

He told me that the current situation in Victoria is very similar to that of a thousand years ago. Victoria is in internal strife, and Tara Red Dragon promised to protect the people, so the civilians chose to follow Tara Red Dragon...

This guy is so insidious!

He actually learned our methods to deal with us!

The most unexpected thing is that the Tara Red Dragon, which was determined to be extinct, has a resurrected leader in just a few decades, and has even successfully intervened in Londinium. This is too fake and impossible!

"Tell me, what exactly happened in the outside world?!" Frederick's voice was almost out of tune.

"Nothing happened. The most basic truth in this world is that only when people have stable income can they persevere. For most people who don't have enough to eat, being full is the only way to survive. I simply gave them a chance to survive. So I plucked a brand new flower, and I ensured that every civilian had food to eat, clothes to wear, and a house to live in."

"How is this possible? How could there be such a place in Terra?" Frederick said, "Even Columbia and Dayan can't cover everyone! This is too fake!"

"Look at that ever-virtuous Cumberland. You'll know if I'm lying just by looking at her."

"It's ridiculous, extremely ridiculous." Frederick didn't believe it until the end.

Not to mention him, almost no one among the "wise and powerful" Victorian kings believed Chen Zhou's words.

They would rather believe that they were defeated by the absolute strength of the Red Dragon Lord and that they were inferior in skills. They would rather believe that the Red Dragon and the Sakaz worked together from inside and outside than believe that they were ultimately betrayed by their own people.

"Victoria betrayed the people, and the people naturally have the right to overthrow Victoria." Chen Zhou said, "Instead of pinning your hopes on your granddaughter, who's a gang leader, choosing to immigrate to the Sky Kingdom is normal... It's not that small-time gangsters are incompetent. After all, a knight like Liu Tingzhang was also a great king, and your Wang Weina is nothing."

After a moment's silence, Frederick sneered, "So what if you lose? You're here to take the Breath of Kings, but do you know how to draw a sword?"

Chen Zhou asked, "You know?"

Frederick's eyes flashed with pride, and he said, "I won't tell you, hahaha."

The Victorian kings come and go, and they are the breath of kings who stand tall from generation to generation.

Not all kings have taken up the Breath of Kings, but Frederick, the king who won the "War of the Four Emperors", naturally knows how to draw the sword.

"Then let me tell you a secret."

Chen Zhou leaned over and whispered, "I'm not interested in how the sword is drawn. The Breath of the Kings may have chosen Aslan, and may be steadfast in their loyalty. But I... like married women. Whether it's rough or direct, I will only draw it my own way. Even if the sword breaks, it doesn't matter. After all, the well-polished Originium stabilizer core will not be damaged. I will snatch the Calendar King's 'wife' from you, the Aslans of all generations."

Frederick was furious and said, "You want to cheat me?! I will never tell you such a beast!"

Chen Zhou's grin widened. "Right, right, that's right. The winner has to humiliate the loser. Your reaction is part of my game!"

Frederick felt aggrieved for a moment, and finally noticed the seriousness in Chen Zhou's eyes.

What he said is true!

One of his goals was to torture a sword in front of all the Aslans and enjoy their reactions!

"You...you..." Fu Zi was so heartbroken that he almost vomited blood.

"Then please watch carefully."

"No, we tell you, don't draw the sword forcibly and don't damage Victoria's royal symbol casually." The other Aslan kings became anxious and spoke up to stop them.

"It's too late!" Chen Zhou walked step by step to the end of the corridor. "The core won't be damaged anyway, so what's wrong with playing with the anthropomorphic Breath of Kings? I want to see how it struggles!"

Chapter 63 The Last Steam Knight Will Kneel Before the Young Red Dragon

Step, step, step...

Footsteps echoed through the corridors of the Tombs of the Kings.

Amid the echoing roars of successive Asura kings, the red dragon Tara crushed the corpses, crossed the bloodstains, and moved forward step by step.

The black building stands silent at the end of the corridor, with delicate and complex structures arranged within it.

Generation after generation of Victorian masters gathered here, devoting all their efforts to building all this, just to place the Breath of Kings here.

After all, a royal sword that can split natural disasters is extremely rare. It can be said that these structures, this underground palace, and even these erected statues are all to set off this sword.

As for now—Breath of Kings, your emperor has returned.

Chen Zhou stood in front of the pedestal, admiring the breath of the kings in front of him, as if he was admiring a cold and noble queen.

This sword is very gorgeous, with black lines running along the blade. The hilt is made of red gold and the sword guard has a golden pattern, which is quite royal. It is as if you have returned to the hot land of Foehn Wind thousands of years ago, to the battlefield where Aslan fought against the evil demons from outside the domain, and witnessed the scene where the majestic King of the Calendar held this sword and cut off the head of the dog "Pidan" with one sword.

In front of these powerless kings, Chen Zhou slowly reached out to the sword.

"No! Breath of Kings!"

"Don't touch that sword, junior. We'll tell you everything you want to know!"

"Unless you gain the approval of the Breath of Kings, you will only destroy it by doing this!"

The Aslans roared and begged, trying to get the attention of the red dragon Tara.

However, this was of no use. The alien hands slowly touched the noble Aslan's national sword. They could only watch with their eyes and hearts bleeding.

The sword of Breath of Kings trembled twice, and then Chen Zhou inexplicably felt a sense of resistance.

[Drak? Tara? No, you are not the king of Victoria. You are not worthy to pull out the Breath of Kings!]

After sensing Chen Zhou's identity and origin, it seemed as if a cold voice was sternly rejecting the alien's touch.

The sound sounded very loud, and Chen Zhou's eyes lit up.

Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of repulsion in his hand. He smiled but did not let go.

The next second, his right hand was covered with domineering energy, and dark red electric current flowed through his arm. Then Chen Zhou suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword.

The Kings' Breath shuddered and shouted angrily, "Take your hands off me!"

Chen Zhou lowered his voice and said, "As the saying goes, a sword mates a hero. Don't be afraid, Ah Zhu. These useless old turtle men can only stand there, watching helplessly. They pose no threat at all. Only I can satisfy you..."

As a noble and famous weapon, the Breath of Kings obviously wants to learn how to operate the Excalibur. Only the king recognized by it is qualified to draw this sword.

But Chen Zhou had no choice.

His fingers continued to move down along the hilt, stopping at the junction of the guard and the blade. Below it, a simple chrysanthemum pattern was engraved.

Breath of Kings continued to struggle: "No need for sweet talk. Victoria Red Dragon is fine, but Tara Red Dragon wants to get me? Stay away from me, don't, don't go there, that's... pervert, pervert, pervert! You bastard, I will kill you!"

Obviously, the pattern on this sword is its most precious feature.

Chen Zhou couldn't help laughing and said, "Xiao Man, this sword's personality is similar to yours back then."

The me back then?

Mandela was stunned, then his face darkened, and he remembered the process of being ordered to be a stool and having the heart pattern branded on him.

She was practically furious, especially after seeing Ahmoni's inquisitive eyes. She said in an extremely irritated tone, "I'm so annoyed. Why bring up the past?! I'm warning you, don't say anything!"

Chen Zhou didn't have time to pay attention to her. He gently rubbed the sword with his fingertips.

"Beast! Where are you touching? Believe it or not, I'll chop off your fingers... Come on~"

The Breath of the Kings seemed to be flying in the clouds, the sound was a bit floating and a bit enjoyable.

And its feedback seemed to be heard by the echoes of its predecessors.

We were all monarchs, and we'd heard all sorts of humming. But in the instant the Breath of the Kings murmured, the scolding of many of the previous kings seemed to vanish, and the high filter of the Calendar King's Sword shattered. It was as if a wildfire burned in their hearts, and a trace of excitement continued to grow.

It was clearly the foreigners who forced the Breath of Kings to surrender, but the weird thing was that only half of Aslan's roars were green, and the other half's breathing became heavy.

After conquering the most beautiful woman in the world, there were fewer and fewer things that could attract the king's attention, so the sword girl who had never been seen before easily aroused their interest.

After realizing the situation at the scene, the Breath of the Kings became disheartened, and the light on the sword dimmed a lot.

Masters of all generations, please say something!

These aggressive gazes seemed to be able to heat up the body of the Sword of Breath of Kings, making it extremely hot all over.

"Here comes the sword!"

Discovering that the resistance of the Breath of Kings had weakened, just like King Arthur pulling out the sword from the stone, Draco Chen Zhou was like a demon slayer from heaven, a true yellow-haired king on earth. His right hand, blessed with Armament Haki, directly pulled out the Breath of Kings by the roots. A distinct cracking sound was heard, which startled many Aslan kings one after another, and they screamed in shattered faith.

"The sword is broken, and my love is lost forever!"

"Breath of Kings, my sword, my treasure."

Amid the wails of those who had lost their mother, Chen Zhou raised the broken sword in his hand.

In an instant, the sky was filled with brilliant rays of light and thousands of auspicious colors.

The light of the breath of the kings quickly soothed the underground palace. The souls of the kings were nourished, their voices became stronger, and the darkness of the underground palace melted away like ice and snow meeting the sunlight.

The entire underground palace was lit up.

It is worthy of being the supreme sword. As soon as Chen Zhou picked it up, he felt a sense of peace and his consciousness became extremely clear.

He can actually use the Breath of Kings!

But he hasn't even got the sword throne yet!

Not to mention it's a broken sword!

Aleda looked at Chen Zhou in extreme fear, as if she had seen a ghost.

At this time, Aslan, a learned man among the kings, had a guess in his mind and murmured:

"Legend has it that Aslan Pasha, sword in hand, attempted to conquer the last foreign land (Tara). King Drak's flames crossed Aslan Pasha's sword. At the moment the flames struck Pasha, the Breath of the Kings, melted in half, also pierced the red dragon's body."

"So, the Breath of Kings today—" The former king wearing the scholar's hat raised his head and stared at Chen Zhou, "also incorporates the blood of the Drake royal family."

"Good for you!" Chen Zhou vigorously tapped the Breath of Kings pattern and angrily scolded, "A cheating slut pretends to be pure and proud!"

"It's obviously because the red dragon's blood is too strong!"

The Breath of Kings retorted loudly, "Besides, I'm not a human! Don't be so rigid. Aren't you afraid that I will falsely accuse you of having Aslan's blood in you?"

Damn, it’s so cold.

Chen Zhou imitated Mandela, secretly hating him, and made a mental note:

"Today I pulled out the Breath of Kings, but this silver sword falsely accused me of having Aslan's blood flowing through my veins, explaining why I could wield it. If I become the Blue Emperor one day, I will forge this broken sword into a toilet, allowing my family to use it at will, and it will forever be associated with filth!"

Ok?

Wouldn’t this make it a golden toilet?

It doesn’t matter. Just use the power of the fruit when you need it and make sure you never touch it!

Just as Chen Zhou was using 'Aman Spirit' to relieve himself, a voice broke the deadlock.

A red light flashed in his eyes, his hair fluttered, and even the underground palace shook.

——Suddenly!

The sound came again, and the frequency of the jets gradually increased.

The rhythm became clearer and clearer until the jet sound filled the entire underground palace.

"What's going on?" Mandela was a little frightened.

Ahmoni's heart was beating fast. She gripped her staff tightly and searched around.

"This is..." Aleda's face turned pale and she suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart.