Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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But he did not fly into a rage.

He suddenly felt a pang of pity. The voice that was fading into the distance carried a sense of loneliness, as if someone were sitting on a rooftop, from morning till night, watching the sun rise and set, and gazing at the sunset igniting above their head.

So lonely that I can only keep company with the clouds.

In Old Tang's mind, he seemed to see that innocent child's voice and that lonely figure walking away, like a dog.

Like him.

"Alright, alright, alright! I'll allow you to call me brother. I know the orphanage around here isn't very good, and the family that adopted you didn't treat you well. You can stay with me!"

Old Tang sat up as he turned over, mumbling to himself as if he couldn't quite tell whether he was dreaming or in reality.

He struggled to open his eyes, and the sunlight pierced his eyelids. He sat down on the ground in the sunlight, but what he saw was no longer his doghouse, but a place that looked like an ancient palace.

"What the hell?"

Old Tang shuddered, looked down, and saw that he was dressed in white. His face on the bronze brick wall was no longer the ridiculous face he had seen before, but instead exuded a chilling aura.

He was afraid of this unfamiliar aura, but he couldn't find its source.

He looked up and saw a white camellia in a bronze porcelain vase beside him, emitting a fragrant aroma.

Through the flowers, Old Tang saw a child, also dressed in a white robe, holding a calligraphy brush and gently writing something on rice paper.

Each stroke was executed with utmost care.

"Hey, you didn't leave?" Old Tang wanted to say something even more offensive, but stopped muttering and simply asked:

"What do you want to say to me?"

As he watched the child writing diligently on the rice paper, he subconsciously assumed that the child wanted to say something to him.

So, he naturally picked up a piece of silk cloth from the side and wiped the child's forehead, which was already soaked with sweat.

Perhaps, for children of this age, writing is an extremely difficult thing?

Old Tang suddenly had this thought.

Constantine let Old Tang wipe the sweat from his forehead, and even closed his eyes slightly. After Old Tang finished wiping, he opened his eyes again, raised his head, and his eyes were full of calm, with no regrets.

"Brother, I'm saying goodbye."

"Farewell? What farewell?" For some reason, Old Tang felt a little scared, and his words became less polite and even somewhat stern.

"I don't allow it."

He said it without thinking, and regretted it as soon as he said it.

Who is he to this child? If he wants to leave, let him leave.

For some reason, Old Tang suddenly got angry.

“Constantine, you may never say that word without my permission.”

Constantine looked at Old Tang with a slight hint of joy in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

"But brother, what about our promise from two thousand years ago..."

An agreement? Or from two thousand years ago?

Old Tang smiled dismissively. What kind of scammer was this? He had heard that telecom fraud was a serious problem in his hometown. Could it be that this kid had also gotten involved in it?

“Constantine, the old covenant ends here, and we will establish a new one.” Once again, Old Tang spoke words that did not reflect his true feelings.

He thought that this sounded just like what capitalists say: after you finish this job, there's another one; as long as you're willing to endure hardship, there's no end to the hardship.

Who would listen to this PUA nonsense!

Constantine smiled and said, "So that means my brother and I will meet again, right?"

"After death, crossing that boundless wasteland, you may lose a lot, even everything, but the names of Norton and Constantine will never be forgotten, and you and I will always be together."

Who is Norton? And who is Constantine?

Old Tang suddenly felt a bit irritable.

"Well then, goodbye for now, brother."

Constantine turned his back, leaving only a clear, melodious voice behind.

"I'm leaving now, brother. Goodbye."

Old Tang stood up, wanting to chase after that figure, but all he saw was his messy bedroom; the boy in white was nowhere to be seen.

But he still unconsciously moved his lips slightly, "Goodbye, Constantine."

Constantine reopened his eyes and watched as flames burned from his lungs to his entire body, turning into a golden liquid that eventually flowed into the golden-haired creature whose chest and abdomen he had pierced with his hand.

"Caesar Gattuso".

Constantine looked at the man who had fallen to the ground, repeated the name, and seemed to have thought of something.

He held the Holy Grail in his hand, the blood of Norton within it now completely gone, leaving only its blazing flames burning his body.

Even the supreme King of Bronze and Fire, when he willingly consumes his own flames, will only be burned to ashes.

Constantine had already foreseen this fate for himself.

Chapter 202 The Throne's Ownership

But he doesn't regret it.

At least Constantine knew that his brother Norton was not completely dead as he had imagined.

This is good.

He felt his body becoming increasingly weak.

"Your Highness."

At that moment, an urgent voice came from the sky, until it transformed into a tall human figure and fell down.

Samson.

Constantine smiled and tried to stroke the head of his dragon servant as he always did, and the dragon servant bowed his head respectfully as always.

But Constantine eventually stopped. He looked at the crimson-gold flames that had begun to burn on his arm, smiled, and seemed quite indifferent, even somewhat pleased.

Samson, I will not harm you.

The dragon servant looked at his Prince Constantine, who was engulfed in flames, and wanted to step forward, but his instincts stopped him. A look of disbelief flashed in his golden vertical pupils.

"This is……"

Constantine collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, yet he managed to maintain a smile.

“Yes, just as you thought,” Constantine said, touching his heart and feeling its pounding.

“This is my brother Norton’s authority.”

Looking at Samson's tears, he smiled and said, "Only his flames could leave my flames with no room for resistance, to the point that even my body could not withstand this silent heat."

The intense light shone on his white clothes; it was not sunlight but flames.

The towering flames burned on Constantine alone, yet miraculously they did not spread, as if the flames were only meant to burn him.

"Your Highness..."

Long Shi burst into tears. He noticed that the golden liquid from the burning young dragon king slowly flowed onto the young man lying on the ground.

Then a fierce glint flashed in Samson's eyes. How could he allow this thief to steal his master's authority in such a way?

"Who is he?"

Now that Constantine has learned that his brother Norton is safe and sound, he also has time to observe this person who is relatively friendly to him.

"I suppose... he's one of my nephews?"

Constantine was also somewhat puzzled. This blond-haired man exuded a strange aura, like a dragon, yet also like a human, like a king, yet also like a commoner...

But there is no doubt that this person was involved in the scheme of his older brother.

The golden liquid formed from the burning of his body slowly converged towards the young man and was gradually absorbed by him.

The huge hole in Caesar's chest began to heal, and Constantine looked at him with increasing astonishment.

Meanwhile, after a brief moment of astonishment, Samson regained his stern expression and looked at Constantine.

"Your Highness, I must kill him! I will not allow this thief to exist."

Constantine waved his hand dismissively, "You can try."

Then Samson's arm extended sharp dragon claws, which easily sliced ​​Caesar's right hand as if cutting through tofu.

Caesar let out a painful howl while unconscious, and after a brief awakening, he fell unconscious again.

Before falling asleep, Caesar saw Constantine holding the "Holy Grail" and the malice of the dragon servant. His last thought was that the path his family had given him this time was quite reliable, but he never expected that the dragon king was actually a child.

At this moment, a blazing pillar of fire stood in the Bai family compound. The boy was abandoned at the bottom of the pillar, his eyes slightly closed, enjoying his final moments.

He was treated like livestock placed on a platform, left to be scorched by the flames.

Like a grand feast, they are preparing the final ingredients.

Not all the guests had yet been seated at the table.

After Samson vented his anger by cutting off Caesar's right arm, he then proceeded to cut off all four of Caesar's limbs without any hesitation.

This time, the intense pain caused Caesar to faint again before he could even regain consciousness, groaning as he fell into a coma.

However, to the Dragon Servant's surprise, Caesar, who should have died from massive bleeding, instead slowly writhed like a gecko, letting nature take its course and reattach his entire body.

Samson wanted to do something more, but Constantine stopped him.

"Alright, Samson, stop venting like this," he coughed twice, and his right arm, which had been supporting his entire body, went limp, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

Samson tried to help Constantine up, but was stopped by the blazing flames and could only watch helplessly as Constantine lay on the ground.

Not far away, the white cloth falling from the mourning hall fluttered in the wind, as if silently mocking the Dragon King.

Constantine remained unconvinced. He instructed, "Samson, leave now, I am beyond saving." He looked at Caesar and smiled, as if mocking his own foolishness.

"As for him, he probably won't die before I do."

Samson remained furious, "I cannot tolerate this thief..."