65 Senpai Kang, Senpai Kang,
Who was the first dragon Leon killed?
The collapse of the underground laboratory caused quite a ruckus.
Andi managed to stagger out from the ruins under the cover of many sorcerers and guards, barely hanging onto his life.
But before he could even catch his breath, Andi shouted with his tired, battered body,
“Quick, quick! Gather people! We must stop Constantine and Fair at all costs!”
“Yes! My lord!”
Andi looked up at the two massive figures in the night sky, silently gritting his teeth.
That old sorcerer just said this was all part of Constantine and Fair’s plan from the start.
But Andi couldn’t understand. If Constantine had enough self-awareness to come up with an escape plan, wouldn’t that be a bit too risky for his tastes?
Calculating the timing, Constantine’s first contact with Fair must have been right after the battle at the Red Dragon Holy Temple when Fair flew back to the Empire with Constantine’s head, and they devised this escape plan.
But wasn’t Constantine supposed to be pretty weak by then? How could he guarantee that he would be able to break free from control when the Empire attempted the fusion technique a second time?
If he couldn’t escape, then Constantine would completely become the Empire’s biological weapon.
At that point, forget about revenge; even the last remnants of his self-awareness would be utterly obliterated.
Andi clenched his fists, the sounds of sorcerers and guards shouting in his ears.
They were continuously launching all sorts of long-range magic at Fair and Constantine in the sky.
But Fair’s title of Iron Wing Dragon King wasn’t just for show; this speed-focused dragon race had an absolute advantage in the air.
Constantine was hanging onto one of Fair’s claws in his dragon form, his whole body suspended in midair.
He looked down at the humans below, and a flicker of hatred began to spark in his once calm eyes.
“They locked me in a growth chamber, sliced open my flesh, and tried to erase my will with all sorts of potions and magic.”
“But thankfully, thanks to the barrier magic you set up for me, Fair, I owe you one.”
Constantine murmured.
“You’re welcome. It’s an honor to help the Red Flame Dragon King,” Fair replied.
When he returned from the Red Dragon Holy Temple, Constantine tried to use his waning will to establish communication with Fair.
After learning of Constantine’s plan, Fair preemptively implanted barrier magic in his mind to isolate part of his self-awareness so the Empire’s sorcerers wouldn’t detect it.
Once they ‘revived’ Constantine, the barrier magic would be lifted, marking the true rebirth of the Red Flame Dragon King.
“Are you planning to take revenge on these humans right now, Constantine?” Fair asked.
Constantine glanced at the town and the panicked crowd below, casually launching a blazing fireball.
The fireball slammed into the chasing troops below, causing a massive explosion.
“Now’s not the time for revenge.”
Constantine looked at his right hand, which had just used the fireball. “This brand-new body needs some time to adapt, and…”
“And…?” Fair prompted.
Constantine tightened his fist, and a shimmering white energy slowly gathered in his palm. “And this ancient power… I still can’t fully control it.”
“Ancient power…? What do you mean?”
“Primal Power.”
Constantine said, “The legendary source power of the Primal Dragon King Noah. He is the first Dragon King in the long history of dragons, ranked just below the Dragon God Tiamat.”
During his time as a guinea pig in the growth chamber, he had overheard that group of humans mention “Primal Power” more than once.
And as a long-lived Dragon King, Constantine certainly understood what the Primal Power was.
He really couldn’t believe these tiny humans managed to get their hands on such ancient and powerful energy; it genuinely surprised him.
“Ah… Primal Power, huh? The Empire’s other collaboration with the Dragon Race involves the Primal Power from the Extreme North Land.”
Fair said, “Rave, the Star Wanderer Dragon King, and I have contributed a lot to this collaboration.”
He paused for a moment, adding, “Rave even risked his life for it.”
Constantine was slightly taken aback. “Who did that?”
“Who else could it be?” Fair didn’t say it outright.
But Constantine had already guessed.
“Leon Casmod…”
“Yes, that guy named Leon has taken out several Dragon Kings collaborating with the Empire one after the other.”
“Kid.” Constantine said coldly.
“What?”
“How long have you been at the Extreme North Land?”
Fair was taken aback; he didn’t quite understand why Senpai Kang suddenly asked that question, but he still replied honestly, “About five years or so.”
“Oh… then you really don’t know.” Constantine murmured to himself.
“Don’t know what?” The curious kid asked.
Constantine snorted, “You don’t know who the first Dragon King that guy killed was after the Empire officially declared war on Leon.”
Fair (straightforward): “Who was it?”
“……”
Senpai Kang really wanted to ask: Are you doing this on purpose?
In the end, Constantine was magnanimous and didn’t fuss over it with his junior. He sighed and said, “It was me.”
At that, Fair’s flying stance visibly wobbled.
“Sorry, I’ve been in the Extreme North Land for so long, I haven’t been keeping up with things here.”
“Mm, it’s fine.”
Constantine’s mind whirred, and he asked again, “But the Empire’s collaboration with us, aside from delaying the end of this war, actually involves the Extreme North Land…? This is my first time hearing about it.”
“It’s a very secret project, aimed at finding the Primal Power left by Noah.”
Fair explained, “But after Rave died, without a Dragon King skilled in spatial magic, we couldn’t break through the ice layers of the Extreme North Land, so that collaboration ended.”
After hearing Fair’s words, Constantine thought for a while and asked,
“So you’re saying you already pinpointed the location of the Primal Power beneath the ice layer, but you can’t cross the ice, right?”
“That’s right.”
Constantine’s dragon eyes flickered, a crazy idea slowly budding in his mind.
The number of pursuers was rapidly increasing.
Fair flapped his wings to speed up, and Constantine casually threw down a few fireballs to disrupt the pursuers.
“Let’s head to my territory, Fair.”
“Sure thing.”
The Iron Wing Dragon King flapped his wings, producing a sonic boom, disappearing into the thick night.
At the same time, at the Empire’s city gate, on the rooftop of an abandoned low building, Taige and Rebecca were lurking.
They had witnessed the chaos unfold from their vantage point.
“It seems the Empire and the Dragon Race’s collaboration has collapsed,” Rebecca said.
“Not completely collapsed, but after this incident with Constantine, I doubt any Dragon would want to cooperate with those selfish lunatics in the Empire anymore,” Taige said. “But we shouldn’t celebrate too early; the dragons are eager for revenge. Once Constantine gets back on his feet, he will have targets beyond just the Empire.”
The crazy girl’s mind was racing, “Old man, do you mean… Constantine will go after the captain too?”
Taige nodded, “But at least for now, he won’t; we have time to come up with countermeasures.”
“Mm… Time to hand over intelligence to the captain again.”
Rebecca blinked her beautiful big eyes and added, “By the way, let’s tell the captain about our ‘Lionheart Association’ plans. He’ll definitely be thrilled.”
Hearing this, Taige hesitated for a moment.
The old man scratched his forehead, feeling a bit embarrassed, “So you’ve already decided to call it ‘Lionheart Association’? Isn’t that a bit too flashy?”
“Otherwise? How about ‘Tiger Club’?”
“Let’s stick with Lionheart Association then.”
What kind of low-key, subtle name could you expect from a crazy girl who could come up with a combo like “old, weak, sick, disabled, pregnant”?
“How cool is Lionheart Association; plus, it sounds like something related to dragon slaying, which fits the captain’s character perfectly!” Rebecca declared confidently.
“Okay, okay, cool, cool.”
Taige slowly stood up, holding his katana, gazing into the deep night.
Then he turned his head in another direction, narrowing his eyes slightly, murmuring to himself,
“A greater crisis is approaching. We must protect ourselves, Charlotte.”
XX
Let’s push down the main line briefly, and take the chance to think about how to make married life even wilder and less modest!
