The vulgar soul in Old Tang's body was burning brightly, and he was about to spew out some vulgar words to embolden himself, but his whole body suddenly stopped.

A massive amount of memories revived from the depths of my mind, setting off a violent storm.

On Guao's throne, he and the little boy clasped their hands, sharing the throne.

In the desolate wilderness, he and the little boy cuddled together. Even in the coldest night, the two never abandoned each other.

…

Unknowingly, Old Tang had tears streaming down his face.

"My Constantine, welcome you back to...this world."

Old Tang also issued an ancient call.

The little boy has completely revealed his true form. He is a boy with an extremely delicate face and looks more like a younger sister.

"Brother! My brother!!! I finally...finally meet you again!!!"

Constantine threw himself into Old Tang's arms with the excitement of reunion after thousands of years.

"Yes, my Constantine!"

Old Tang hugged the boy tightly with the same enthusiasm.

Reunited after thousands of years of separation, the excitement in my heart surged like a frenzy.

Of course, it would be more atmospheric without these piercing alarms.

"Noisy!"

Old Tang roared coldly, and the piercing sirens around him suddenly went silent.

He took Constantine directly out of the underground and came outside.

The wind and rain howled, and the atmosphere was desolate and chilly.

Facing them were armed men with live ammunition. Their eyes through protective masks were cold and formidable. These men had already pulled the trigger until they appeared and then opened fire.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, gunshots shook like thunder, and barrages poured in like a frenzy.

These armed men were obviously highly trained and skillful, and they were completely unafraid of the majestic aura exuding from Old Tang, like dead soldiers without souls.

If you look closely, the masks of these people wearing protective clothing are completely dark, and no expressions can be seen.

court death!

Old Tang was angry in his heart, and blazing flames surged through his body. The bullets turned into molten steel before they even hit him and the boy beside him.

From a distance, those bullets looked like moths rushing to the flame, rushing towards Old Tang and the little boy in groups, and there were even rocket-like alchemical weapons, but no matter how violent the impact, these bullets would eventually

Turn into molten steel.

Under Old Tang's will, the molten steel turned into various weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, suspended in front of him, and then fired at the group of armed men with an even more domineering momentum.

In an instant, people were on their backs, and the armed men were shot by weapons one after another, and they were nailed to the outer wall of the building behind them, but more of them were shot directly on the outer wall like swatting mosquitoes.

"Constantine, let's go, brother will take you to conquer the world."

Old Tang reached out and took the hand of the little boy beside him, preparing to leave.

"Yeah!"

Constantine nodded his head enthusiastically.

Bursts of deep chants echoed on the lawns of Bermuda, and the turbulence of elements in the air became violent, like a raging storm.

Surprisingly, other armed members began to chant the spirit of speech, which was the power of dragon blood.

But for Old Tang's incarnation, Dragon King Norton, the power of those words and spirits is as childish and ridiculous as playing house.

With just a 'cancel' will, he was able to make the various spirit spirits that were bombarded disappear into thin air.

In this way, Old Tang led Constantine on a killing spree, as if he were in an uninhabited land, and those powerful weapons had no effect on him at all.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Until a certain moment, Old Tang raised his head.

He saw a man pointing a heavy sniper at the bell tower of a church.

This person is under the blazing and dazzling light, and cannot see the other person's true face, only the cold golden eyes shining through.

The next moment, the man pulled the trigger.

A crimson stream of light burst out from the bullet, like a dazzling meteor shooting across the night sky.

Old Tang's heart trembled for no reason.

Powerful dragons can have a premonition of their own crises, and the Dragon King can even have a premonition of his own death.

The moment the crimson bullet came, Old Tang actually felt that he would be pierced by the bullet and die.

He was careless.

Although he could predict the danger in advance, the alchemy bullet came at such a fast speed that before Old Tang had time to react, the crimson bullet had already arrived in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that it was about to penetrate Old Tang's chest, Constantine rushed over to block the fatal bullet for him.

"Brother... I'm sorry, Constantine can't accompany you to conquer the world."

Constantine raised his head and looked at Old Tang, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

The little boy's whole body began to decay and turned into a gray pillar of salt. When the wind blew, it dispersed into dust.

"No!"

Old Tang's eyes were about to burst, and his heart ached like a knot.

He hugged Constantine tightly, but to no avail, he could only let the gray-white dust disappear in his arms.

"No!!!"

In reality, Old Tang woke up from his bed and exclaimed.

He was panting violently and sweating profusely. He subconsciously raised his eyes to look around but froze.

The surrounding area looks like a ward, filled with the smell of disinfectant, and various medical equipment nearby are ticking.

Only then did Old Tang realize...it turned out that all this was a dream!

"elder brother……"

A call came from beside me.
Chapter completed!