Chapter 353
And Ailandi, who held this position, knew that his power and honor came with risks.
As the saying goes, serving a king is like serving a tiger, Ailandi, who has spent most of his life in the royal family, knows the meaning of this saying well.
But if you ask him to give up everything and become an ordinary person again, he would not agree.
Power is such a fascinating thing; countless people fight endlessly for it.
"My lord, it'll be done soon!" the warlock said excitedly from the side.
Ailandi's thoughts were pulled back to reality.
He looked up.
The giant beast had indeed slowly opened its eyes.
All the sorcerers in the laboratory became excited.
"Constantine... is about to wake up!"
"This is truly a magnificent masterpiece, far surpassing any known creature!"
"Come, Constantine, wake up, and let the world hear your roar!"
"..."
As the dragon's eyes opened, an immense pressure spread out.
Ailandi looked into Constantine's eyes, where a terrifying, vertical pupil seemed to hold an overwhelming rage about to erupt.
At the same time, the Primal Power began to flow through Constantine's body in the form of "water".
It slowly pieced this new body together, making it completely integrated into a whole.
"Great! The Primal Power is starting to work!" the warlock exclaimed excitedly.
"It's almost done!"
"..."
Cheers erupted in the laboratory, and Ailandi was swept up in the excitement.
He involuntarily took a step forward, his eyes wide, and slowly raised his hands, which were trembling slightly with excitement.
"Rise again! — Constantine!"
The bubbles in the culture chamber suddenly began to churn violently.
A powerful energy surged from within, spreading outwards.
Click-click—
Two crisp sounds rang out, and several clearly visible cracks suddenly appeared on the outer wall of the culture chamber.
The liquid in the culture chamber also flowed out along the crack.
Ailandi's excited expression froze instantly. He took a few steps back and hurriedly asked,
"What's going on? Is this normal?"
The warlock swallowed hard. "M-My lord... I can't believe it! Someone! Was this part of your plan?!"
The sorcerer beside him immediately replied in a strong, clear voice,
"Teacher, he's not here!"
Warlock:?
Ailandi:?
Wang Defa!!
Before Ailandi could even get angry, a huge explosion was heard.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
The culture chamber was completely shattered, and dark green liquid flowed onto the ground.
The Dragon-headed behemoth slowly raised its right leg and stepped out of the incubation chamber.
The sheer size of the room filled the vast laboratory with a sense of oppression.
"Out of control?!"
"Why didn't Constantine quiet down as expected?!"
Many warlocks panicked and scattered in all directions, shouting and running away.
The sorcerer beside Ailandi, referred to as the teacher, forced himself to calm down and gave the order.
"We have a backup suppression array! Activate the array immediately!"
For such an important and dangerous experiment, these professional sorcerers would naturally prepare safety measures in advance.
Upon hearing the sound, the panicked sorcerers immediately began activating the suppression array.
The magic circle activated quickly, and a deep red light instantly flashed beneath Constantine's feet.
The light trapped it within, like an invisible cage.
Constantine let out a low growl and tried to break through the magic circle.
However, this newly fused and awakened body has not fully recovered, and its powerful energy remains hidden within, unable to be unleashed.
He began to roar, the Dragon Roar deafening.
A young sorcerer narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered, "Just impotent rage. You think you can break free from the magic circle's control? Dream on!"
The suppression array was indeed powerful enough, and Constantine hadn't fully mastered his current power and body, so this crisis of loss of control should be...
Can you solve this?
The magic circle continued to compress, depriving Constantine of the little space he had left to move around.
Just as he was about to be pushed back into the new cage, Constantine was still roaring desperately.
Why is he still struggling?
"What are you yelling about? Surrender obediently and become a weapon of the empire!"
The warlocks popped open champagne.
But the only one missing was the 'teacher'.
He frowned and muttered to himself, "Constantine's roar... something doesn't sound right."
Ailandi looked at him. "What's wrong?"
"This roar didn't seem to express anger or struggle; it was more like... a call."
"Calling? What is he calling for?"
Before the Ailandi teacher beside him could even speak, the ground began to shake violently.
"What the hell is going on now?!"
Ailandi started cursing.
The next moment, the underground laboratory began to collapse, and rubble rolled down.
The warlocks were overwhelmed and unable to both dodge the falling rocks and maintain the suppression array.
If this continues, Constantine will inevitably lose control again sooner or later!
But... that's not the worst thing.
Amidst the chaos and devastation, a massive, dark blue figure flapped its wings, breaking through the rubble and scattering the sorcerers.
"That's... Fael?! Ironwing Dragon King Fael?! What are you doing here?!"
Ailandi had already hidden in a safe corner, looked at Fael in his Dragon form, completely puzzled.
Only then did the sorcerer teacher beside him realize what was happening.
"So Constantine's roar was calling for Fael... Sir, this was not an accident during the experiment."
"What?"
"They planned this all along... this was their plan!"
It was too late when we realized it.
Without the warlock maintaining it, the magic circle was easily broken by Fael.
He rushed to Constantine's side, and Constantine raised his right hand and grabbed one of Fael's paws.
The dark blue dragon carried Constantine through the underground laboratory and headed straight for the deep night sky.
Beneath that full moon, the flames of revenge were truly rekindled.
The collapse of the underground laboratory caused considerable chaos.
With the cover of numerous sorcerers and guards, Ailandi managed to emerge from the ruins, barely managing to save his life.
However, before he could even catch his breath, Ailandi shouted despite his exhausted and injured body.
"Quickly, gather men! Stop Constantine and Fael at all costs!"
"Yes, sir!"
Ailandi looked up at the two enormous figures in the night sky and gritted his teeth.
The old sorcerer just said that this was something Constantine and Fael had planned from the beginning.
But Ailandi didn't understand that if Constantine had enough self-awareness to devise an escape plan, then what he was doing was far too risky.
Judging from the timeline, Constantine and Fael's first contact should have been after the battle at the Red Dragon Sanctuary, when Fael was flying back to the Empire with Constantine's head, and they devised this escape plan.
But Constantine should have been very weak by then, and how could he guarantee that he would be able to break free from control when the Empire performed the Fusion Art a second time?
If he cannot escape, Constantine will be completely reduced to a biological weapon of the Empire.
At that point, not only will revenge be impossible, but even the last vestiges of one's will will be annihilated.
Ailandi clenched his fists, the screams of the warlocks and guards filling his ears.
They continuously used various ranged spells on Fael and Constantine in the air.
But the title of Fael the Ironwing Dragon King is well-deserved; Dragon Race specializing in speed have an absolute advantage in the sky.
Constantine raised his arm, grabbing one of the Dragon form Fael's claws, his entire body suspended in the air.
He looked down at the humans below, and a fierce, hateful light gradually flashed in his originally calm pupils.
"They locked me in a culture chamber, cut open my flesh, and tried to erase my will with all sorts of potions and magic."
"Fortunately, I have the barrier magic you set up for me beforehand, Fael, thank you."
Constantine said in a low voice.
"You're welcome. It's an honor to be able to help the Crimson Flame Dragon King," Fael said.
When Constantine returned from the Red Dragon Sanctuary, he tried to communicate with Fael using his waning will.
After learning of Constantine's plan, Fael planted a barrier spell in his mind in advance to isolate a part of his own will from the Imperial sorcerers.
Once they 'resurrect' Constantine, the barrier magic will be lifted, marking the true rebirth of this Crimson Flame Dragon King.
"Do you intend to take revenge on these humans now, Constantine?" Fael asked.
Constantine looked down at the town and the panicked crowd, and casually unleashed a blazing fireball.
The fireball struck the pursuing troops below, causing a powerful explosion.
"Now is not the time for revenge."
Constantine looked at his right hand, which he had just used to unleash a fireball. "A completely new body needs time to adapt, and..."
"And?"
Constantine clenched his fist, and then a crystalline white energy slowly gathered in his palm. "Moreover, this ancient power... I cannot fully control it yet."
"The ancient power... refers to?"
"Primal Power".
Constantine said, "The power of Noah, the Primal Dragon King in legend, is the first dragon king in the long history of the Dragon Race, and his status is second only to the dragon god Tiamat."