Wherever the flames go, there is only destruction and despair.

This is the power on the throne of flame! It is the monarch's last roar!

The world seemed to be completely lonely at this moment, with only scorched earth within a radius of hundreds of miles, like an explosion of small nuclear bombs.

When the flames devoured everything around him, Lao Tang thought he could not be spared, but when he closed his eyes, nothing happened.

Then his body lost weight again and fell heavily to the ground.

The endless flame realm seemed to have spirituality, perfectly avoiding Lao Tang's fragile body at this moment, but only destroyed the rope that bound him and the towering tree that had grown for many years.

Old Tang accidentally broke free from the shackles and witnessed the purgatory scene that followed.

The surrounding area was filled with the sky-sky flames, like a wall of flames that reached the sky, covering all his vision, and there was only a piece of red fire wherever he saw it.

In the center of the infinite flames, Constantine was suspended in mid-air with a painful expression on her face. Countless Mars gathered into several dragon-like vortexes of flames, relentlessly releasing towards the surroundings.

It turns out that all around here are just pure flame energy released by Constantine's body.

The flames seemed so dangerous, as if they were full of high temperature and terrifying energy, but when Lao Tang tried to touch them with his hands, there was no temperature emitted.

The "flame" feels gentle and slippery, like a flowing stream.

Lao Tang suddenly felt that this power was very familiar, and it seemed to resonate with the blood in his body from the depths of his soul. Even... Lao Tang had an illusion that this seemed to be part of his body.

Could it be...I'm really his...brother...

This is not the first time Old Tang doubted this, but it is definitely the most doubtful one. This weird flame energy is so easy to associate.

Old Tang slowly opened his eyes from the surrounding flame barrier and looked at Constantine in the air.

His eyes began to change slightly. Before, he looked at Constantine as if he was looking at a stranger he didn't know. Perhaps he would feel this lonely dead child was pitiful, but when the other party was about to die in front of him, he could not feel any sadness.

But now it’s different. Constantine is like a leaky balloon in his eyes, which may become a shriveled dead object at any time. Old Tang suddenly doesn’t want this “balloon” to suffocate. He wants the balloon to fly into the sky and fly into the blue sky.

However... destiny will not change because someone does not want to leave. It has its own specific trajectory. In the face of fate, the monarch is also an ant-like existence.

The energy leaked from Constantine was intensifying, and the originally extremely powerful force on him was passing by little by little.

Old Tang could no longer control the emotions in his heart, and his body was uncontrollably heading towards Constantine. Every step was so heavy, as if he was heading to the funeral of a loved one, full of reluctance, but he could not say the reason for being sad.

"You seem to be seriously injured..." Old Tang stopped directly below Constantine, watching the boy's face still looking extremely pale under the flames. "What should I do to help you stop the wound... Don't worry, although we two are not very familiar, I have no malicious intentions. I just want to help you..."

Old Tang's words seemed to awaken Constantine's last consciousness. His originally closed eyes suddenly opened, full of gold, but the corners of his eyes were filled with bright red blood, which was then evaporated rapidly by the high temperature, leaving only a shallow blood mark.

"elder brother…"

Constantine endured the double pain in the soul and body, forcibly suppressed the crazily lost flame energy in her body, and only a faint flame flowing light was left on her body.

"Why do you call me brother? I don't know you at all..." Old Tang finally asked about his long-standing doubts.

"Because you are my brother..., it used to be, now, and in the future... it will be, because I want to integrate with my brother, and I want you to rule the world!" Blood began to flow slowly from the corners of Constantine's mouth.

At this moment, his body was like a boiling pressure cooker. He used his body and bones as containers just to delay the speed of his life loss.

But what is unimaginable is how much pain the boy suffered at this moment.

"You are bleeding again... Stop talking... I'll think of a way to see how you can cure you..." Looking at the faint bloodstains on the corner of Constantine's mouth, Old Tang suddenly became a little busy.

"It's useless. My soul is leaving this body, and it's impossible to create a new soul container in a short period of time. I'm going to die, completely dead..." Constantine's pace of slowly walking towards Old Tang slowed down, "but there are some things that don't say to my brother..., in the future... there will be no chance again..."

The deep sadness seemed to have become substantial under the surrounding sea of ​​fire, stinging the old Tang's new house, which was already a little shaken.

"No...No, you can't die!" Old Tang's tone of speech trembled a little, and he tried his best to stagger towards Constantine who had stopped.

"Brother... Although you are not awake yet, there is one thing you must know..." Constantine's nose began to break out of her nose, her mouth full of blood and minced meat was opened and closed, wanting to send the last signal, "All the kings are awakened by a mysterious force. They will wake up one by one, but their ultimate fate is death. If I guess correctly, that person should have woken up, and he wants us to take revenge! You..."

"Fate? All the kings? Who? Who wants to avenge us..., I don't understand what you are talking about!" Old Tang was a little disappointed. He knew that this message was very important, but he didn't know how to interpret it.

It’s like an illiterate person who opened a doctoral thesis and didn’t even recognize the words, so how could he understand the knowledge in it?

"Why are your body so hot... Don't talk anymore. Look at you, you're bleeding from all your orifices, why are you talking about this?" Old Tang endured the scorching pain in his palms and wanted to wipe the blood from Constantine's face.

"...You must, you must eat me... You must obtain my bones and my soul, we must integrate into one. Only in this way can my brother master the throne power with bronze and fire. Find your seven sins and kill him while he is still weak. Only by killing him can my brother... be safe and dominate the world!"

Constantine's tone was already blurred, but her mouth never stopped and she reminded her of the last prompt.

"Okay..., can't you do it after I've 'eated'? Don't talk anymore, give me some time... I will definitely find a way to save you." Old Tang began to rack his brains to think about the rescue countermeasures.

But the only way he knew was artificial respiration. At that time, he was doing odd jobs on the beach, fantasizing about a girl who was drowning every day. He rushed up to "heroes save beauty" and ate a piece of tofu reasonably.

But in this situation... let alone artificial respiration, even a complete set of medical devices may not be able to save Constantine.

This was the first time he felt so desperate that humans always seemed so helpless in the face of death.

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