Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

He didn't know why he could sense this breath, nor did he know why his whole body was cheering when he sensed this breath. A feeling of intimacy and joy inexplicably rose from his heart.

But he clearly didn't know this name, just like he clearly called out the name Constantine just now. He clearly didn't know it, but the blood in his body was boiling, urging him to hug "him".

"Wang, Constantine is your younger brother." In Lao Tang's subconscious world, a dark shadow leaned down and answered his question respectfully.

"You keep all the memories of him in the deepest place. You said at that time that the most precious memories should be kept in the most cherished place in your heart."

"The most precious memory..." Old Tang murmured.

His memory went back to the moment when he was swallowed by the huge monster. Endless darkness attacked him, but the oncoming darkness did not scare him. In fact, his body even gave off a sense of familiarity.

It’s like a wanderer who has left his hometown and wandered away finally returns home. Standing on the land of his hometown, he feels a sense of warmth and intimacy in his heart.

Suddenly, countless sparks burst out from the darkness, then scattered and quickly turned into balls of fire that floated in the air, dispelling the darkness around them.

These flames suspended in the air continued to burn, and the bright orange light reflected on Old Tang, making him feel like he was warming himself in front of a campfire, and the firelight reflected on his body was extremely warm.

But the next moment, these burning flames rushed towards him one after another, orange flames drew tracks in the air, and the flames rushed straight to Old Tang's head in his terrified eyes.

Old Tang stretched out his hands in front of his head to try to block it, but it was of no use. The orange flames instantly penetrated Old Tang's arms and went into his head.

Flames rushed into Lao Tang's head one after another, but he did not feel the pain of being burned by the high temperature. Instead, he had a feeling of regaining something he had lost, as if something he once owned but lost had returned to his arms.

"Ah..." Old Tang knelt on the ground in pain with his hands on his head. As the flames continued to enter, the originally warm and comfortable feeling suddenly turned into a splitting headache.

His head looked like it would explode like a bomb at any moment.

Countless memories that he had never experienced before flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope: Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, the First Generation, the Black Emperor Nidhoggr... and a blurry young black figure.

Old Tang lowered his head, his facial features twisted into a knot, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down his face and dripping onto the ground.

"It seems that the current level of awakening can only bear so much memory and power. If there is more, the king's current body cannot bear it."

A mysterious voice appeared in the darkness, and a dark shadow walked out of the darkness and stood in the light illuminated by the flames.

"Who are you?" Old Tang asked, but what came out of his mouth were not familiar words, but a heavy roar, like the roar of a wild beast, filled with the majesty of a king.

"Why, my voice!"

Old Tang endured the pain in his head and looked at his body in horror. He didn't understand why he made such a sound. Even the words he just said sounded like a roar.

The roar that was originally filled with the majesty of the king was also accompanied by a sense of panic. These two things were extremely contradictory, yet they appeared here so reasonably.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to panic. This is because the royal blood in your body is awakening." The black shadow floated in front of Old Tang, then knelt on one knee respectfully on the ground.

Old Tang wanted to ask what it meant that his bloodline was awakening, but at this moment, those fragments of memory accelerated again and exploded in his mind like a tide.

These fragments of memory kept flashing rapidly before his eyes, as if he was watching a video at a hundred times the speed. The images were extremely distorted, but they were still being violently instilled into his mind.

For Lao Tang, this is like using a low-end graphics card and CPU to run the latest 3A-level masterpieces, which makes his brain overclock and face the risk of burning out at all times.

This pain made Old Tang unable to help but bang his head against the ground, making a banging sound, as if only this could slightly relieve his pain.

"Don't worry, King. This is just a part of your sealed memory. After you awaken your bloodline to a certain degree, these once sealed memories will break through the barriers and return to your mind."

The black shadow continued to explain to Old Tang, telling him that he didn't need to worry about it.

"As for who I am, I will explain it to you in detail next."

"One night before you fought a fierce battle with the mixed-race army led by Liu Xiu in Baidi City thousands of years ago, you created me with a fragment of your consciousness and the power of the elements."

"You told me that you had anticipated the end of your and your brother's death, so you created me to pull you back on the right track when the cocooning went wrong a thousand years later."

"And I was later sealed into your subconscious along with your memories. As the guardian and guide of your memories, I have been waiting for your call here."

"And today, the time is finally ripe. Just as you predicted a thousand years ago, something went wrong with the cocooning process. My memory and bloodline did not awaken as expected. I appeared at this time to help you regain your lost power."

After the black shadow finished speaking, he still knelt on the ground respectfully, waiting for the king's call.

At this moment, Old Tang was still accepting this massive amount of memory. As his blood and memory awakened, the fiery golden color in his pupils became increasingly intense, and his body unconsciously exuded the pressure of the Dragon King.

His body gradually became lighter, and then slowly rose into the air. The temperature in the subconscious space rose rapidly, and the flames that were still suspended in the air leaped with joy. They were welcoming the return of the King of Bronze and Fire.

A crimson arc emerged from Lao Tang's body and then expanded rapidly. With Lao Tang as the center, the radius of the crimson arc expanded indefinitely, stirring up waves of heat in the originally calm subconscious world.

"Constantine!"

Old Tang's pupils were not the fiery golden pupils of the hybrids, but his entire eye sockets were filled with fiery golden color, as if melted gold was flowing in his eyes.

"I will take you to rule the world!"

The king was floating in the air, with golden liquid emanating from his golden eyes. No one would have thought that the first words the king said after waking up would be the promise he had made to his brother.

"As you wish, my king, I am here awaiting your arrival." The black shadow, which was already crawling on the ground, moved closer even more respectfully, faithfully responding to the king's request.

But after that, the color of Old Tang's pupils faded quickly, and the golden eye sockets turned into ordinary eyes. His floating body slowly fell until he finally stood on the ground.

"King, the first part of your awakening has been completed. It won't be long before you become the king standing at the top of the world again." The black shadow stood up and said to Old Tang who was bending over.

But Old Tang, who should have awakened, waved his hands in panic at this moment, "No, I don't want to become someone else."

"King, you will not become someone else. You will always be the King. No matter in the past, present, or the distant future, you will always be the King of Bronze and Fire. Even the Supreme Being cannot change this."

The black shadow said so, and there seemed to be a pair of blazing golden pupils shining in his dark figure.

"I'm not the King of Bronze and Fire, I'm not Norton! I'm Ronald Tang, I'm not a dragon." Old Tang retorted to the black shadow, how could he be a dragon, and how could he be the Dragon King.

He is just a boy who grew up alone in human society. He has no special skills except playing StarCraft, but he lives a happy life every day.

The black shadow did not reply. He just stood there silently, listening quietly to Old Tang's story. Or in his opinion, everything Wang said was absolutely correct.

Although Old Tang loudly refuted in his subconscious world, the fragments of memory that flashed through his mind told him clearly that everything the black shadow said was true, and he was the dragon.

He suddenly felt his legs become weak, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. He fell to his knees, his eyes without a trace of focus.

You have lived in the world for more than twenty years, but one day you are told that you are a great being, and that one day in the future you will become this great being, and then all traces of your life in the world will be erased.

Until finally you will disappear from the world, you will no longer exist in this world, no one will remember you anymore, and that great being will reappear and live in the world under his name.

Everyone is longing for his return and longing for their own disappearance.

But this is unfair. He still has so many things to do. He promised Mingming to take him on a Greyhound ride. He promised Mingming to take him to have a good time in fun places in the United States.

But now it seems that all the promises are just a joke, and he is just a substitute for a big man who will be replaced soon, making himself look so ridiculous.

“Hahahaha…” Old Tang’s mocking laughter echoed in the subconscious world like a symphony of despair.