Chapter 321

"I have already sent men to pursue them, but..." The guard bit his lip, seemingly hesitant to continue.

Faced with this unexpected situation, Ischa didn't make things difficult for him. "It's alright. The Ironwing Dragon King's speed is even comparable to Little Los's Silver Dragon race. It's normal that you can't catch up. Go down first."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guards left.

Ischa withdrew her gaze and murmured, "Why would the Ironwing Dragon King steal Constantine's head... Could he be related to that mysterious organization you mentioned, brother-in-law?"

Upon hearing this, Leon gasped.

How come this woman has such a strong ability to make connections?

It's not only powerful, but also very accurate.

"No wonder she's the woman who can hold her own against me in games like 'Jump Seven'..." Leon thought to himself.

"Maybe... or perhaps he had some other purpose in taking Constantine's head."

After much thought, Leon gave a rather vague answer.

He couldn't say much.

Tonight's situation is too chaotic, with one problem after another. Even Leon couldn't come up with a flawless excuse under these circumstances.

So they just muddied the waters, played dumb, and threw out all sorts of smokescreens.

As long as Ischa doesn't associate it with the Empire, that's fine.

Ischa let out a long sigh. "Sigh, I don't know when the world became so chaotic."

Leon glanced guiltily at his older sister, silently replying in his heart:

It started when I married your sister.

The colossal, dark blue dragon streaked across the night sky, flapping its wings and creating a deafening sonic boom.

Beneath his dragon claws lay the head of a fellow member of his kind.

The skull was already broken and dilapidated, and even its owner should have long since passed away.

But those old guys in the empire turned it into such a chaotic and pathetic monster.

Fael didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment.

He wasn't sympathizing with Constantine; Dragon Race rarely feel this way about dragons outside their own tribe.

He couldn't help but worry that his future fate might be the same as Constantine's at this moment.

Even after their fall, they cannot find peace.

"Ravi might be right. Once you get involved with the Empire, it's hard to walk away unscathed..."

Fael recalled his time in the Far North, when Ravi had talked to him many times about the Empire.

Essentially, the dragon king Ravi, who was skilled in manipulating spatial magic, did not trust the Empire.

However, for various reasons, he had no choice but to cooperate with them.

Ultimately... he perished from his own out-of-control spatial magic.

Tonight, after witnessing the Empire's attitude and Constantine's fate, Fael became even more determined to withdraw.

But... we need to wait patiently for the right opportunity.

Otherwise, given the Empire's methods, it wouldn't be difficult to make Fael a common enemy of both humans and Dragon Race.

"I had only heard that the Ironwing Dragon King was incredibly fast before, but I never thought I would get to experience it for myself."

"The human man on the dragon's back said leisurely."

"Mr. Scott, the reborn Constantine, on whom you placed so much hope, has once again fallen at the hands of Leon Casmod."

Fael reminded him, "Mr. Ailandi would probably care a lot about this, wouldn't he?"

The implication is clear: you little rascal, stop talking nonsense and think about how your master will torture you when you get back.

"Care? Hmm... I definitely care, but it's nothing."

Scott was a little guilty, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "The reborn Constantine was just a test product of the Fusion Art. It's gone and that's gone. Anyway, the Empire still has so many materials. They can create a few more ultimate creatures like that if they want."

Fael knew what Scott meant by "materials".

Aside from the organs of various dangerous species, there is also the crucial one—the dragon Heart-protecting Dragon Scale of the Dragon Race.

That was the key material that perfectly integrated Constantine's dragon head and other dangerous organs. It could not only unify the power from different bodies, but also eliminate the repulsion between organs.

To be honest, before this, Fael had no idea that his people's dragon scales had this function.

All I can say is that those humans are indeed... even more insane than the Dragon Race in some ways.

Their thirst for power, from another perspective, is no less than that of the Dragon Race.

Cooperating with such a race... sooner or later we'll just become nourishment for their power, won't we?

Fael is a clever dragon, and the risks involved may be too great for him to bear compared to the rewards he might ultimately reap.

So... in the end, it still comes down to moisturizing!

Scott, on his back, was still smugly talking about the Empire's general plans for the future, such as how the Fusion Art would be further improved, and how with this experience, the next Constantine who was resurrected would definitely kill Leon, and so on.

Fael was annoyed by what he heard.

Suddenly, he felt a surge of power.

Fael looked down, then his dragon eyes widened in disbelief.

That surge of power... came from the head in his hand.

"Constantine... are you... still alive...?"

However, what Fael didn't expect was that this question from his heart actually received a response.

He listened intently to the whispers from the dead.

As fellow citizens, even if there's no need for sympathy, it's just a small favor, so why not do it?

"I understand, Constantine. I hope you can complete your revenge."

The dark blue figure pierced the night sky, heading straight for the Human Empire.

Imperial City, Fusion Art Laboratory.

Scott hurried over.

I felt a little nervous and uneasy.

When he took Constantine to the Red Dragon Sanctuary, Lord Ailandi did not put pressure on him, saying that this time it was not necessary to eliminate Leon, but just to test him.

Scott knew that it was best to only believe half of what his boss said, otherwise he might cause trouble for him later.

So he went there with the mindset of "I must kill Casmod".

But now Leon is not only perfectly fine, he has even managed to leave Old Kang with only a head.

At the same time, they lost so many organs of high-level dangerous species, and even lost the dragon scales.

This level of loss is quite significant; given Ailandi's bad temper, he might just give him a severe dressing-down.

However, it's hard to say, since Ailandi said at the beginning that this was just a test.

Testing is a test... isn't it normal to incur losses?

So when Scott met his boss later, he planned to first report the good news about the Red Dragon trip, and then report the bad news.

Although there's not much good news... there's always something to be found if you try.

Finally, after a fierce internal struggle, Scott stood at the laboratory door.

He pursed his lips, raised his hand, and was about to knock on the door when he heard Ailandi's voice from behind the door.

"Can anyone tell me, what the hell is going on?!"

"If you don't get to the bottom of this tonight, all of you can expect to be on the gallows tomorrow morning!"

Behind the door didn't look like Ailandi; it looked more like a mad bull.

Scott's legs began to tremble uncontrollably; he could already picture the expression on Ailandi's face as he berated the royal sorcerers.

But what's going on here?

Is it really so serious that he has to be hanged?

Regardless of what happened, Scott felt it was best to go home immediately and report back on Constantine's matter in a couple of days.

But just as he turned to leave, the laboratory door suddenly opened.

"Scott?"

It was like the whisper of God of Death, sending chills down Scott's spine.

He swallowed hard, then turned around shakily, "M-Sir."

When did you get back?

"Ah, I am—"

"How's the matter going?"

Scott's eyes darted around, and he stammered, unable to answer.

Seeing his evasive gaze, Ailandi scoffed, "What a useless piece of trash. Where's Constantine? Did you bring him back?"

"Constantine ... was brought back, but the others weren't," Scott answered cautiously.

Ailandi frowned. "What do you mean by 'the others weren't brought back'?"

Scott scratched his forehead, then clapped his hands.

Then, two attendants came over pushing Constantine's head in a cart.

Seeing this, Ailandi helplessly covered his face, "You fucking...!"

Ailandi now has an urge to bring Nacho back.

He and Scott will both fail, but at least Nacho won't fail in such a ridiculous way.

"What about the dragon scales? Did you bring back Blair's Heart-protecting Dragon Scale?" Ailandi asked anxiously.

Scott leaned back slightly. "Ah... the Heart-protecting Dragon Scale were also blown off by Leon."

"Blow it up?"

"Yes... he seems to have used some kind of ranged magic, which directly blew off Bly's Heart-protecting Dragon Scale, and then Constantine was... torn to pieces."

Scott paused, then quickly added, "But, but, sir, I risked my life to get Constantine's head back! With his head, plus the other Heart-protecting Dragon Scale in the warehouse, we can continue to create even stronger Fusion Beasts, can't we? Next time, we'll definitely—"

"There won't be a next time, Scott."

"W-what? My lord, you—my lord! My lord, spare my life!"

Before Scott could finish speaking, the tall and strong Ailandi grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the laboratory.

Once inside, Ailandi threw Scott on the ground.

"Leon Casmod destroyed more than just that one dragon scale."

Scott slowly raised his head and looked at the stone platform where the Heart-protecting Dragon Scale had originally been stored.

At this moment, however, it had already turned into ashes.

Ailandi's tone grew increasingly icy, as if the listener had fallen into an ice cave.

"He also blew up the other five dragon scales you brought back last time, and the chain reaction caused by the explosion also destroyed the other dragon scales in the warehouse."

"In just a moment, that bastard destroyed the empire's years of hard work."

"If he had previously stepped outside the game and become an uncontrollable variable."

"So now, he's just flipping the chessboard over."

"Leon Casmod will never know what kind of being he has offended."

"Next, the Empire will kill him at all costs."