Reborn Girl, Journey to All Worlds

Chapter 312 Constantine's Temporary Death

A moment later, in order to avoid the students' fire suppression, Constantine jumped up and reached the top of Valhalla.

On the top of the tall building, he shouted hoarsely to the entire Kassel Academy, and the students continued to fire ammunition at him without any restraint.

He was enveloped in a bloody mist. He was beaten so hard that he was staggering and raised his arms to shield his face.

“Brother…Brother…Brother…” He was still shouting like a vengeful ghost, which made people shudder.

"..."

Looking at the little figure who was constantly screaming for his brother, Xue couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in her heart.

Sure enough, I should secretly save this child later, just as if I were finding a new family member and subordinate for myself.

Just as Xue made this decision, Constantine on the spire of Valhalla moved.

He slowly turned his head in a certain direction, as if he had noticed his brother's location, although he had no eyes.

His bones vibrated, making crisp popping sounds. The skin on his back was torn apart, and a pair of bloody wing bones opened in the wind, growing wing membranes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He transformed into a giant red dragon, the incomplete but genuine King of Bronze and Fire, Constantine.

Looking up at the giant dragon high in the sky, the students of Cassel felt deeply at a loss. What they saw before them now was a real pure-blooded dragon, and even one of the four legendary monarchs.

"Thank you for your hard work, my dear students."

Suddenly, a magnetic voice sounded not far from the students.

Wherever he went, the gunfire stopped and the crowds moved away. He greeted everyone with his eyes, and his smile gave confidence to the bewildered students.

Finally, he took off his coat, handed it to the girl closest to him, and took out the rose from his coat pocket and gave it to her.

"You have done a great job. Now it's up to the principal."

The next moment, the old man - Ange, holding a folding knife in his hand, rushed towards Valhalla with a blurry shadow, squatted like a cheetah, and soared into the sky after accumulating strength.

The sound of Long Wen's chanting crossed the campus, and Constantine, who was about to fly with his wings spread, also lowered his head, even though he didn't even have an eye.

Everyone could feel Ange's "spirit" rapidly expanding in the darkness, and he released his own word spirit - Time Zero.

At this moment, the old man's figure, like an eagle soaring into the sky, suddenly disappeared.

With Valhalla as the center, within a vast area so large that the three major buildings and the church were enclosed within it, the time within the area seemed to suddenly slow down.

The students looking up, Constantine stretching his membrane wings, even the swaying of leaves in the wind and the roiling of flames, all slowed down.

In this area where time almost stops, only Angé, the one who casts the Word Spirit, Lu Mingfei, who was chosen by him as a sniper, and Xue, the ultimate wall-hanger who possesses the power of time, are not affected.

Of course, Xue still acted like she was affected.

Ange was as fast as a cheetah. He bounced continuously and flew up the fire escalator to the top of the roof of Valhalla. Even the legendary martial arts masters were no match for him.

"Lu Mingfei!" The principal's voice exploded in the air.

Hearing this, Lu Mingfei, who was on standby somewhere, had to concentrate all his attention on the scope of the sniper rifle, and follow the principal's advance with his crosshairs. The principal was risking his life to guide him to the target.

The dragon-like Constantine emitted flames, like red lightning, but the speed was much slower than before, as if it was played in slow motion.

The principal cut in through the gap in the flames, and the moment he got close, he swung his folding knife around like some kind of knife dance.

The principal flashed behind Constantine like a ghost, without even a drop of blood splattering on his white shirt.

The center of the dragon's forehead cracked, and the principal cut it vertically with a folding knife. A red-gold eye burst out from the wound and turned slowly.

Longyan, Constantine's weakness was exposed, and this was the opportunity the principal created for Lu Mingfei.

But strangely, Lu Mingfei did not pull the trigger immediately.

Like Xue, he also felt a trace of pity for Constantine, a child who was simply looking for his brother at this time.

"Lu Mingfei!" the principal yelled again.

He had to shoot, otherwise he would kill the old man who was charging into battle. At the last moment, Lu Mingfei raised his aim slightly, made a ruthless decision, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet made of the Philosopher's Stone flew out of the muzzle at a speed observable to the naked eye. Lu Mingfei stood up in a daze, watching the bullet flying slowly in the air.

The blood hasn't been spilled yet, but nothing can be changed. It's a strange feeling.

The target was hit right away, and golden blood burst out from the dragon's eye. Constantine covered his forehead and roared in pain.

Constantine vibrated his membrane wings, flew off the roof of Valhalla, and pounced on the running Old Tang.

Looking at the shadow looming over him, Old Tang fell to the ground in shock.

"Replace live ammunition!" The principal's voice rang out in the communication channel of all students.

They had no time to think, nor did they need to think. At this moment, they were soldiers and the principal was their commander.

Hundreds of guns were loaded with live ammunition and aimed at Constantine who was gliding in the dark night. They completely ignored the existence of Old Tang.

Constantine landed in front of Old Tang, and behind him, hundreds of bullets slid into the gun barrel, the firing pin ignited the primer, and the metal bullets gathered into a storm.

He spread his wings and stood in front of Old Tang.

Gunfire set the dark night on fire. Thousands of live bullets hit Constantine's body. His dragon eye was broken, and he lost the great power of words that could command metal. He could only use his body to take the bullets.

The students kept changing magazines until they had used up all the ammunition. They didn't dare to stop.

The gunfire stopped and the lawn was filled with pungent smoke. Everyone looked at the hunched figure in the smoke.

Old Tang was also watching, staring blankly at Constantine's face from a close distance.

He was as damaged as a corpse nailed to a cross, with countless bullet holes piercing his body.

No matter how tough a dragon's bones are, without the protection of the power of words, it is nothing more than flesh and blood.

He no longer shone with light, but turned into a bleak grayish-white color. His god-like wings also shattered into powder and were falling down piece by piece.

Constantine stretched out his sharp claws and cut two cracks where his eyes should have been. Instead of the strange golden dragon eye on his forehead, he revealed a pair of pure black eyes.

He looked at Old Tang with his bleeding eyes.

Constantine smiled tiredly at Old Tang: "Brother... run away... don't return to the mortal world."

"No...don't look for me! I don't know you!" Old Tang screamed and turned around and ran out.

Behind him, Constantine, the boy's body collapsed, turning into ashes in the wind...

Watching everything happening before her eyes, Xue was silent. To her, whether it was humans or dragons, they were just ordinary lives.

And at this moment, she once again witnessed the disappearance of this ordinary life, even though she had secretly saved the other person's soul.