Chapter 192 Rain

It's raining too heavily.

Connected into threads, connected into lines.

Forming a vast ocean current!

The water from the sky is flowing back!
The scarlet bullets spun, but were held down by the heavy curtain. The muddy ground was filled with water, so sticky that it entangled every ankle that was deeply trapped in it.

"Damn it! This rain is wrong!" Nuonuo wiped the water off her face and yelled. She threw away the pistol in her hand, held the sniper rifle behind her in her arms, put it against her chest, aimed and pulled the trigger.

The sound of thunder created a small vacuum area, but it was quickly filled with rain.

The gentle water flow separated the sky and the earth, and the bullet disappeared as soon as it left the gun. The water was hazy, like the living stepping into the land of death, and everything was destined to perish here.

"Junior sister, at this time, can you tell me some useful information?" Finkel shouted in response. The gun in his hand was overheated and hissed when it was hit by the rain.

too suddenly!

It was so sudden!
He had never expected to run into a dragon king that had not yet awakened in Kassel. There was nothing on his body. It was just like being blocked by the boss in the first level of "Pixel Dungeon".

"Run to the center of the school!" Finger roared. He threw away his gun, his muscles bulged, and his body glowed with a faint metallic luster, but his dazzling golden eyes were like fireflies in the rain.

The Bronze Throne of Word Spirits. Its effect is to strengthen the muscles and make the body as hard as bronze.

He rushed into the deep rain, and Nuonuo didn't act pretentiously, but ran to the center of the academy. They were students, but they were receiving military education, and they knew very well what they should do now.

It's ridiculous to want to hurt a dragon with just Frigga bullets! They need more equipment and more people!

The rain danced on the ground, making a constant disturbance; footsteps made the water flow noisily.

Everything is so noisy.

But suddenly.

The world is quiet!
The sounds of wind and rain all disappeared, and reality seemed to be dragged into a fantasy world. And in this hazy illusion, a short syllable echoed.

It is so magnificent, so huge.

It sounded like a sigh, or like the bell of God's kingdom ringing in the ear, carrying a will that could not be violated.

No one knows what this means.

but.

The rain from heaven and earth is flowing violently!

The streams of water twisted and bent like snakes, entwined, collapsed, and then spread out droplets that were enough to collapse steel plates.

The inky rain turned blood red.

Finkel's pupils shrank and he fell to his knees involuntarily.

He looked down at his calf and saw numerous transparent holes under his trousers that had been torn into pieces. It was a piece of rotten flesh! It was like it had been machine-gunned!
"This is... a vortex?!" Finkel couldn't believe it.

The effect of the Word Spirit Vortex is to control the water flows within a range of ten meters, causing them to condense into whirlpools or explode.

Finkel knew a lot about this word spirit and had seen many hybrids using it, but none of them could display such exaggerated power!

In the twilight world, every drop of rain was stained with blue and white "spirits", as if the soul of the world resided in it, making everything so vivid. Fingel could even see the flowing snakes baring their fangs and roaring at him.

too exaggerated!
It’s really an exaggeration!
Just like the girl in the painting turns around and smiles at you, this vast ocean of water comes alive!

"Is this... the Dragon King?" Finkel murmured.

They are not the fire-breathing lizards in literary biographies, nor are they the monsters that can be destroyed by Superman in animation and film!

They represent everything!

They embody the rules!

They are the kings who can make the world respond with just one syllable!
It is the god where elements gather and embrace!

What makes people afraid of them is not just the destructive power of the [Ultimate Word Spirit], but even their simple words are full of differences that are completely different from other lives!

The knowledge in my mind became concrete at this moment. The imaginary creator flapped his membrane wings and flew out of the textbook, and myths and legends unfolded before me.

Finkel laughed out loud.

The Greenland incident eight years ago caused the proud son of heaven, Finkel, to die in that icy sea, leaving behind only a lazy, frivolous good-for-nothing.

He had dreamed of the dark shadow under the ocean countless times, burying the bone-eating and heart-burning hatred under a body full of rotten flesh. The flame of revenge burned for eight full years and finally reached its climax on this day.

"Come on! Dragon!" He roared, facing the wind and rain, "Let's end it all! Whoever escapes will be a grandson!"

##
The Shikoudi District, the most confidential area in Kassel Academy, is located deep underground and is isolated by various protective measures.

But No. 13 doesn't think so.

He is a bounty hunter on Hunter.net, hired by an unknown boss, and invaded the academy with the intruders. With various luck, he came to this area as instructed.

He was wearing a sterile suit, disguising himself as an assistant experimenter, standing in the crowd and watching the old man at the front speaking loudly.

"Everyone, let me happily announce that the King of Bronze and Fire, the first generation of the dragon race, one of the noble 'Four Kings', has been successfully captured by us!"

The old man was wearing a black custom-made suit and shiny Italian leather shoes. His hair was white but combed neatly, and he had a bright red rose pinned to his chest.

"What a show-off." No. 13 muttered to himself. He decided that when the $500 million for this mission arrived, he would definitely buy himself a set.

No. 13 looked around stealthily.

Behind the old man was a quartz glass wall, and inside the wall, there was a sleeping metal can as tall as a person. It was made of brass and had a dark green copper rust on the surface. Intricate and luxurious patterns could be vaguely seen engraved on it, like two snakes guarding a giant tree.

It’s a strange word to describe a metal container as “sleeping,” but that’s how it felt to No. 13—it wasn’t a jar, it was a developing fetus.

"How weird!" He looked at his mission target, touched the sawed-off shotgun stuffed under his sterile suit, and carefully considered whether to force his way forward.

##
The blood was boiling, and the body was like red-hot steel. The rain was pouring down, but it couldn't put out the raging fire.

Finkel evaporated the rain water and passed through the layers of curtains, and saw Su Beixun still standing quietly under the big tree.

boom!
A bullet flew past and another gunshot was heard behind him.

"Junior sister?!" Finkel was surprised.

"It's no use, Brother." Nuo Nuo's voice seemed calm amid the raindrops: "My legs are broken, there's no way I can run away again."

She calmly loaded the bullets into the magazine one by one, aiming at the location of the tree according to her memory. "I never thought that I would die with you... As expected, not everyone can take me in."

"Damn! Just one sentence from you brought back all the Hong Kong dramas I've watched to my mind. This revolving feeling is so unlucky." Finkel shouted.

"Brother, you are so optimistic." Nuonuo sighed, and the gunshots continued.

"Death is already painful, we can't go there crying." Finkel said softly, "At least, seeing a smiling face will make us less sad."

He took a deep breath, and the cold water was drawn down his throat.

But suddenly!
His eyes widened.

A dark green piece of clothing fluttered past in the peripheral vision, and the airflow caused by the walking made Finkel's skin stand on end.

[When?] Looking at the figure passing by, Finkel's heart was beating wildly.

Too close, the distance between them is too close!

I even smelled a faint mint scent on the other person.

But it was not until this time that Finkel noticed the other party's arrival!
[Why... no response? ]

Finkel roared and swung his fist, but his fist, which was heavier than iron or stone, only knocked away a circle of water spots.

Su Beixun disappeared again. It was as if he took a step forward and was in two different worlds.

[This rain...] Finkel looked up.

The golden pupils gradually blurred.

The rain curtain above my head twisted as it gathered, hissing, revealing its snake-like fangs.

Oops!

"Junior Sister!" Finkel shouted, his skin color gradually darkening, and he rushed towards Nono.

next second.

The roar shattered the world!
The raindrops are like thousands of swords...

Pass through the body!

##
On the corner building of the college.

The little devil put his arms on the railing, looked up at the low-pressure black clouds, and suddenly shouted: "Hey! You are here."

The damp wind lifted the corners of his clothes, and the rain blurred his pupils. In the dark night, no one could see his expression.

"Ah, I'm here," the child said softly. He walked out from behind the winding corner, and the flying raindrops penetrated his body.

"Ha, it's you. I knew it when I saw the rain." The little devil looked back at him and greeted him like an old friend. "When did you wake up?"

"About four years ago." The child fiddled with his coat with his fingers and said, "When my brain in the cocoon was destroyed and I was sleeping in death, one day, my mind miraculously connected with my brother's spirit."

He shook his head and smiled subconsciously: "It's great, it's like a gift from the world."

"Hmph, you abandoned your clan, where does the gift come from?!" The little devil sneered. His eyes were deep, and his pupils were bright with gold: "So, you want to betray me too?"

"Maybe." The child closed his eyes, and the blinding light penetrated his skin. When he opened his eyes again, hot lava was flowing inside.

"No one wants to travel alone in the wilderness, not even the Black King!" In different places and with different people, this sentence came out again.

The two lights became increasingly brighter, distinct from each other, lighting up half the sky, and the wind blew the horn in the tit-for-tat confrontation.

The child was solemn and dignified, with a resolute and cold expression on his chubby face, just like a general wearing golden armor, ready to go into battle to kill the enemy.

"That's really not like you." The little devil said softly.

"No, this is me. Or rather, this is us." The child said in a low voice, "Just like light and darkness, shape and shadow, power and strength, there are always twins sitting on the throne. Since we were born, we have carried a vow to never betray."

"Really? But I remember that the Seven Deadly Sins forged by Norton included the one corresponding to his brother Constantine." The little devil sneered.

"Aren't you very clear?" The child looked calm.

He looked across at the chaos that was gradually subsiding in the rain, and whispered, "If Constantine died here, Norton would go crazy."

The little devil groaned but did not deny it, because this was all in his plan. He chuckled, turned his head, and listened to the slow trajectory of fate in the rain.

##
"Raise your hands if you are not afraid of death!" No. 13 leaned against the quartz wall and pointed the shotgun at the stunned researchers.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then immediately raised his hands. The researchers' eyes were filled with "I don't believe it", but they also raised their hands like the principal.

[Very good! He seems to be an old man who knows the times! ]

No. 13 felt that he must have been blessed by the goddess of luck today, and everything went smoothly. He kicked open the cryogenic hatch on the wall and wanted to complete the mission goal - to see what was in the brass can.

But just as he turned around, a researcher suddenly lifted the transparent plastic cover on the operating table and tapped the red button inside.

[Attention! Attention! The Dragon Cave has entered closed mode! Entering closed mode!] A stern voice echoed in the air.

"Are you calling the police? Do you think I'm robbing a 24-hour convenience store?" No. 13 was very annoyed by this sudden situation.

Looking at the reinforced outer cover that suddenly came alive outside the quartz glass wall, he kicked the guy in front of him away, and took advantage of the chaos to turn around and run out of the laboratory.

Snapped.

A gray tin bottle fell out of his pocket and rolled on the ground. It was one of the equipment sent to him by his employer before the operation, and he was only told to carry it with him, without any instructions on what it was used for.

"Stop him!" the principal shouted.

The researchers woke up and rushed outside.

The principal sighed softly. Amid the alarms and red lights, no one noticed him. "The mission has failed just like that? Young people are really unreliable."

He picked up the bottle, walked to the quartz glass wall, and inserted a black card into the card slot on the operating table.

[This operation will cause the "Dragon Cave" to open, and the Bronze and Fire Kings may awaken. Operation prohibited! Operation prohibited! ]

"Keep quiet, Norma, this is our time to witness a miracle," he said, pulling down the hand valve.

Norma's warning was cut off.

The lights went out one by one, leaving only the self-powered alarm to illuminate the principal's expressionless face.

He drew a knife from his sleeve and cut through the thick wall of quartz glass. The vacuum inside was broken, and air rushed in with a scream.

The headmaster walked over to the jar, cut off the tin bottle, and spilled the gray liquid on the copper pot.

Severe corrosion occurred, and the indestructible copper can softened like cheese in a microwave, with dark green mist emitting from it.

The red color of the police lights flowed in the darkness, like magma, like blood, and like the red of doomsday.

An unspeakable growl echoed in the laboratory, anxious and frantic.

"Welcome back to the world, Constantine." The principal smiled and closed the door.

##
"Today's stage is really wonderful. Some actors with roles finished filming ahead of schedule, while people who were not in the script made their debut." The little devil leaned against the railing.

He clenched his palms to hold the rainwater tightly, and said with a whine, "The climax of the play is actually performed at halftime. Oh, I will definitely be laughed at by the audience for being amateurish."

The little devil said this as he stood on top of the railing with his arms outstretched. His exquisite suit swayed in the strong wind like the Christ the Redeemer statue standing in Rio de Janeiro.

"But everything can be salvaged!" He was confident and laughed in the wind and rain.

"Stop it, Black King." The child whispered, "We can work together before the final day comes."

“Don’t call me the Black King!” Anger burst out from the little devil’s pupils, and he pushed the golden flame higher: “I am not Him. No one in the world wants to kill Him more than I do!”

But the child slowly shook his head, as if in a riddle, “But, you should have been He.”

(End of this chapter)