I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

Since ancient times, fire has symbolized strength and destruction, and is a powerful totem.

At this time, the lord of all the flames in the world was roaring furiously, and the fire element in the air was swaying around their lord as if boiling.

A huge fireball raged in the explosion, and a powerful shock wave comparable to a Category [-] typhoon spread like water waves.

Yan Ling·Jun Yan.

It was like dropping a large napalm bomb on the ground. Under the hot light that could blind the eyes, the students on the periphery were blown around by the huge air wave.

The blazing fire gradually dissipated, and Constantine stood in the open space, surrounded by a mess.

The human being who kept offending him seemed to have been burned in the flames, and no trace of his existence could be found.

The anger in Constantine's eyes slowly subsided, and he carefully felt the call of the blood connection.

Under the flames, the little boy who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old looked pale, and his somewhat dull eyes were full of expectation and impatience.

If it weren't for the scorching firelight surrounding him, and then the iron-gray dragon scales all over his body would fade away, and the pair of ferocious flesh wings would be folded up, it would seem that he was just a thin boy who was separated from his relatives.

"Brother, I'm here to find you."

Just when Constantine was about to turn around, a figure fell from the sky.

That was Han Qingcheng who had just jumped onto the roof of a short building to avoid Jun Yan. In his hands raised high behind his head, he was holding the legendary demon sword Murasame spread in Japan.

The biting cold light fell, and half of the fleshy wings flew up.

While the blood was dripping, Constantine let out a shrill roar.

When he noticed Han Qingcheng, it was too late to avoid the powerful and heavy jumping chop. In a hurry, he just instinctively folded his wings to protect his head.

High-hardness alloy weapons couldn't even break through his dragon scales, but the alchemical weapon Murasame, which came out of Japanese folklore, actually tore the tough wing membrane with one blow, and the steel-hard keel was even more powerful. Knife in two.

Under the severe pain, the violence in the dragon's bones and blood was completely aroused.

A black shadow flashed across like lightning and stabbed into Han Qingcheng's chest.

That was Constantine's other wing, nearly two meters in length when fully extended.The ends of the flesh wings were sharp bone spurs, which were currently piercing Han Qingcheng's chest.

He felt the bone spur inserted in his chest exert force upwards, as if trying to lift him up.

Enduring the severe pain, Han Qingcheng tightly grabbed the wing bone, which was no thicker than a finger, pulled it outward hard, and jumped back.

Han Qingcheng, who had forcefully pulled himself out of the bone spur, covered the bleeding wound on his chest and quickly moved back some distance.

It's so dangerous, if it's just a little bit off, it will pierce into the heart.

Having never had any experience fighting non-human beings, he really couldn't resist this tricky attack.

The violent fire element turned into balls of fire under the will of the Flame Lord, dragging its long tail flames and rushing over.

Han Qingcheng held a knife in one hand and jumped to dodge while slashing away the fireballs that could not be avoided.

The bursting flames scattered in all directions, and many places on his body were burned by sparks.

Dodging a round of fireballs, Han Qingcheng bent his legs and squatted slightly.Holding Murasame's right arm and swinging it back, the blade that was held horizontally was filled with cold light.His left hand released the wound on his chest, and his long and strong fingers pressed on the ground.

The whole person is like a cheetah ready to attack its prey, with violent chakra covering its whole body.

A burst of solemn and grand ancient sayings sounded across the entire campus.

Han Qingcheng, who had just burst out at full speed, suddenly felt as if he had rushed into an invisible quagmire, with the thick air tightly restraining his body.

His movements slowed down.

Not only him, but also Constantine opposite, and even the flames in the air seemed to be frozen.

The whole space seemed like a slow-motion picture from a high-speed camera, and everything became extremely weird.

However, what was incompatible with this world was a sudden rush from behind Han Qingcheng.

It was like a bolt of lightning that broke into this swampy world with an unreasonable attitude.

Yan Ling · Time Zero!

Han Qingcheng suddenly woke up. It was the principal who had joined the battle.

Hilbert Jean Angers, owner of Time Zero.It was he who stagnated the flow of time in this space so much that this strange picture appeared.

"Left breast!"

A thunderous figure flashed past, and an old but sonorous and powerful voice reached Han Qingcheng's ears.

The next moment, the thick air disappeared, and the invisible shackles that suppressed his movements disappeared.

Angers was relieved of the effects of Time Zero he had received.

Chakra burst out with all its strength, and the teleportation technique was cast.Han Qingcheng turned into another bolt of lightning and followed Ange's figure in an instant, running towards the King of Bronze and Fire.

After activating the Eight Gates of Dunjia, he performed the teleportation technique, and his unpredictable speed was as if he had released the word spirit "Snap".

Two figures passed through the ring of red fire that filled the air like a stream of light.

Even though he was one of the four great monarchs, Constantine's release of the spirit was still delayed to an exaggerated level by Angers' time zero.

Two sharp sword lights flashed in the air.

Angers' powerful arms swung and chopped off Constantine's two arms like chopping bamboo.

At the same time, the sacred sword Murasame turned into a ray of cold light and penetrated the hard scales and keel, piercing his chest.

The severe pain interrupted Constantine's speech, and his pale face was full of pain.A finger-long wound opened between the forehead and the eyebrow where Anger's knife had cut it.

In the crack, a red gold dragon's eye suddenly appeared, slowly turning in the wound.

This is the third dragon eye, the fatal key of the dragon clan.

There was a gunshot on the distant roof, and bullets with dark red warheads slowly streaked across the sky.

hit!

The bullet carved from the Philosopher's Stone hit the dragon's eye, and hot blood surged out.

Constantine let out a tearing cry of pain. In the deafening roar, the dragon wings flapped fiercely, and his whole body rose into the sky.

"Everyone replace live ammunition."

Ange's majestic voice sounded in everyone's headsets. The well-trained students did not question or hesitate. A series of crisp sounds of changing magazines rang out under the night sky.

Han Qingcheng did not pursue him. He held Murasame with one hand and stood beside Angre, watching the ferocious figure precariously cross the dome of the Hall of Valor.

Constantine fell in front of a strange man.

The next second, thousands of bullets came out of the barrel, and the fire from the muzzle almost illuminated the entire academy.

Constantine, who had lost his arms, stood upright in front of the man, his wings folded together, wrapping the two of them.

When the last bullet was nailed to the body, the entire air was filled with an extremely strong smell of gunpowder smoke.

In everyone's shocked eyes, that thin and somewhat lonely figure still stood upright as if holding the sky high.