Dragon Raja: Starting with Deadpool, Evolving Through Devouring

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Judging from its simple and ancient shape, it looks very much like a lighting device commonly used in ancient Chinese tombs—an ever-burning lamp, only in the form of an alchemical tool.

The effects are equally simple: one is to provide direction, and the other is to provide a protective shield.

This bronze lamp was given to Constantine by the Doomsday Faction, and its purpose is now all too clear.

It wasn't that Constantine didn't want to drive comfortably, but the snow-covered road was too deep for him to pass. He had already driven as far as he could before having to walk the remaining short distance.

Without the guidance of bronze lamps, most people would easily lose their way in the wind and snow.

Five minutes later, everything in front of me was still a white blur.

Ten minutes later, the scene before my eyes remained unchanged, as if I were standing still.

Half an hour later...

If it weren't for the increasingly clear sensations emanating from the bronze lamp in his hand, making Constantine realize that he was getting closer and closer to his "destination," he probably wouldn't have been able to persevere.

"Buzzing—"

Here, the probability of time is diminished, and Constantine is not sure how long he has been walking. He only feels that his legs are as heavy as lead, and his lungs feel like they are being burned with every step he takes.

Just at this time.

The bronze lamp he held in his hand suddenly began to vibrate at a high frequency and emit a series of buzzing sounds. To Constantine, this sound was not annoying at all; on the contrary, he found it as moving as heavenly music.

The appearance of this buzzing sound means one thing: the destination has been reached!

The unique imprint left by Nibelungen is something invisible and intangible yet undeniably real, beginning the moment Constantine arrived at his destination.

A faint, enormous bronze door seemed to gradually emerge into the real world through a crack in space.

"hiss--"

Constantine witnessed this breathtaking scene, and no matter how many times he did it, he couldn't help but gasp in shock every time.

It might even generate an unbelievable belief that "such a magnificent thing is truly beyond human reach."

Once raw, twice cooked.

Having previously entered the Nibelungen stronghold of the Doomsday Faction, Constantine knew the time was ripe and strode directly toward the door, without any concern that he might crash into the south wall.

The moment his body touched the door in front of him, ripples similar to water waves appeared in the space.

First, a hand and a leg disappeared into thin air, then the head and half of the body, and finally the other leg that was always at the back stepped out, until the whole person completely disappeared from the spot as if he had never existed.

One second it was freezing cold, below minus twenty degrees Celsius, and the next it was as comfortable and pleasant as early spring, around ten degrees Celsius, as if we had traveled to a completely different world.

Not only the climate and environment, but also the architectural style is completely different from the mainstream of Siberia when viewed from afar, and is full of mystery and futurism.

Most of the buildings in Nibelungen appear to be constructed from an unidentified, gleaming metal, and almost every one of them is soaring into the clouds, making the most of the limited space.

Initially, not all buildings were skyscrapers; however, Nibelungen's limited land area and ever-increasing population forced them to adapt by building increasingly taller and taller houses.

"Constantine."

Just as Constantine was still stunned by the scene before him, a fully armed man emerged from a sentry post not far to his right, took two steps forward, and called out Constantine's name.

The visitor seemed to know Constantine very well.

However, the moment Constantine heard that familiar voice, he couldn't help but shudder—a primal reaction of terror.

If he could, he would absolutely never want to run into this person, but there was no turning back now, and he couldn't leave just yet. He could only turn around, force a fake smile at the newcomer, and say:

"Boss Julian, it's an honor to meet you."

"Stop talking nonsense. Today isn't the time we agreed on. Do you know that doing this could very well reveal the location of the door?"

Julian Lawson immediately questioned Constantine, his tone laced with disdain.

"I'm here because I have something important to report to the leader," Constantine quickly explained his purpose.

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. The mere mention of the word "leader" greatly angered Julian Lawson, who then looked at the former with even more ill intent.

Constantine knew very well how troublesome and difficult this young man was, both in terms of strength and social status.

Julian Lawson is a leading figure among the younger generation of doomsday sympathizers. His grandfather and parents both hold important positions in the Nibelungen, and he himself is responsible for patrolling and security within the Nibelungen.

The phrase "young and impetuous" is perfectly suited to Julian Lawson.

Having not experienced the era of the Secret Service, he could not understand the ideals of his elders. With his own strength, he wanted to leave Nibelungen and venture into the real world.

He has many disagreements with Lu Lincheng, the current leader of the Doomsday Faction, and is the biggest troublemaker in the entire Nibelungen!

"You can tell me anything beforehand, and I will report it to the leader if I deem it necessary."

Julian Lawson waved his hand domineeringly and then stared intently at Constantine with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

He had clashed with leader Lu Lincheng again at the meeting today, and because he was already full of pent-up anger, he chose to come to the door to vent his emotions.

Unexpectedly, Constantine walked right into the door.

After all, the other party was a dog handpicked by Leader Lu Lincheng. Even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner. Julian Lawson certainly wouldn't kill Constantine, but he could let the other party suffer a little to vent his anger.

After Julian Lawson made up his mind, Constantine had already sighed countless times in his heart about how unlucky he had to run into this troublemaker.

Knowing that he couldn't bypass Julian Lawson today, he had no choice but to briefly recount what had happened in the outside world.

The result was absolutely unexpected!

It's unclear what triggered Julian Lawson, but he instantly flew into a rage, grabbing Constantine by the neck with one hand and lifting him into the air.

Constantine's small frame was no match for the mixed-race Julian Lawson. Before long, he was already struggling to breathe. "Put me down!"

boom!

After suddenly letting go, Constantine fell to the ground in a sorry state, the physical damage far less severe than the mental one.

"Fine, fine, so you're saying that Cao Han is from the Executive Department of Kassel College? I can't believe this guy dares to spout such nonsense and threaten our Doomsday Faction. I'd like to see what gives him the right to say that!"

Say it.

Julian Lawson vanished from his spot before Constantine could even react and try to stop him. When Constantine finally managed to turn around, he only saw ripples of water as the door pierced through space.

"broken!"

Constantine immediately understood the situation. Julian Lawson had only decided to leave Nibelungen to settle scores with Cao Han himself after hearing about Cao Han's arrogant threat to block the gate.

Julian Lawson, who has lived in the Nibelungen since childhood, has a high opinion of himself and does not realize that he is actually just a poor frog in a well.

Chapter 162 Sincerity is always the last resort

What a big deal!

News of Julian Lawson's unauthorized departure from the Nibelungen heartland, which the Doomsday Faction had dubbed the "Inner City," spread rapidly.

Without Julian Lawson's obstruction, Constantine, realizing that something was terribly wrong, ran with all his might to find the other members of the Doomsday Faction and quickly reported the situation to their leader, Lu Lincheng.

Parliament Hall.

This is where the Doomsday Faction gathers its core members whenever there are important matters to discuss.

Not only did Julian Lawson, this "foolish and troublesome" guy, leave Nibelungen without looking back, but he also had the audacity to say that he would teach the person who brought the message to Kassel College a lesson.

Most young people only know that the Doomsday Party was once a minority faction that split off from the Secret Party, but they are unaware of the horrors of the Secret Party.

In the enormous council chamber, Lu Lincheng sat in the central leader's seat, with his wife, Jovini, to his left and the action team's captain, Julian Lawson's grandfather, to his right.

Below them are mostly the core management of the doomsday faction.

"Cough cough!"

Lu Lincheng coughed twice to draw everyone's attention to him, then calmly and slowly began to speak:

"What are your thoughts on the matter of the Secretary of State leader Hilbert Jean Angers wanting to communicate with us?"

besides......

Shouldn't Elder Andrei give everyone a reasonable explanation for secretly sending forces to attack Kassel College?

After saying that, he immediately shut up, seemingly having no intention of mentioning Julian Lawson.

Despite his deep-seated cunning, he maintained a completely composed demeanor, though inwardly he was secretly cursing the old man for his reckless and audacious actions!

They actually dared to secretly mobilize forces against the people from Kassel College without my knowledge. What if the relationship between the two sides really escalates to an irreconcilable point...?

The resource scarcity in the Nibelungen is becoming increasingly severe, and it seems that some people are starting to get restless and want to deliberately stir up trouble to find an opportunity.

Snapped--

The sound of a hand slamming heavily on the table rang out, followed by an excited shout: "The Secret Party? They're nothing but a toothless tiger, what's there to worry about?"

Everyone here is a familiar face.

Lu Lincheng could tell from the voice that the person who spoke was one of the radical supporters of Andre Lawson's side.

It's ironic when you think about it!

The Doomsday Faction was originally a faction that split from the Secret Party due to ideological differences, and yet in just a few years, various other factions have sprung up within it.

Indeed, wherever there are people, there will be society, and it is inevitable that different ideas will lead to the formation of different small groups.

Radicals, conservatives, fence-sitters, and so on—it has them all.

Of course, where there are supporters, there will also be opponents.

Sitting right across from me was a middle-aged man. Time had only added a touch of maturity to him, but hadn't diminished his handsome face. He picked up his cup of freshly brewed coffee, took a sip, and then said in a sarcastic tone:

"If they dare to mobilize forces without authorization today, will they dare to covet the leader's position tomorrow?"

Some people... just love to boast and brag, calling the Secret Party a toothless tiger. Dare you say that to Angers' face and see what happens.

It's true that the Doomsday faction is holed up in Nibelungen, but that wasn't always the case.

In the earliest days, they had personally experienced and heard about Hilbert Jean Angers taking up the banner of the Secret Party and becoming active again in the war between hybrids and dragons.

The folding knife in his hand, made from the broken blade fragments of the Yatkan longsword passed down in the Menek Cassel family, had slashed the throats of countless arrogant half-breeds.

According to popular belief, the blood-red blade did not start out like this. It evolved into its current "blood blade" state only after drinking too much of the blood of its enemies.

The fact that Angers lived to the ripe old age of 130 and remained the leader of the Secret Party for so long speaks volumes about his strength.

The person who spoke first was so angry that his face turned red, and his mouth kept opening and closing but he couldn't utter a single word to refute the other person's words.

Seeing that the situation was tilting towards the conservatives, another staunch supporter of the radical faction immediately stepped forward.

"Elder Andrei did this for the good of our Doomsday Faction!"