Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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His voice was no longer as hoarse as before; instead, it exuded a youthful and energetic vibe.

She lifted the curtain in front of her, revealing an extremely stunning appearance, a stark contrast to the "ugly" appearance the boatman had described.

She quietly walked into the awning, rested her face on her hands, looking rather worried. When she looked at Wang Anzhi, her gaze couldn't help but become curious.

So she walked closer, raised her foot and gently kicked him, still looking indignant. "Idiot, I've finally caught you. I wonder what charm you have that makes the Yin family's young lady so infatuated?"

As he spoke, the impeccably handsome boatman, still not satisfied, kicked Wang Anzhi a few more times.

She looked at the incense burner seemingly placed casually in the corner and the unconscious Wang Anzhi, and couldn't help but laugh.

Ambergris is an alchemical product specially made by the dragon race. Its effect is to make people feel "peaceful", and its manifestation is to make people slowly fall asleep.

Of course, this only works when one is extremely tired, and different types of ambergris have different effects.

Ambergris from the fifth generation can only be used as an ancient version of sleeping pills, while ambergris made from the first generation can be used as water from the River Styx or the River of Oblivion.

Of course, all of this was done under the control of the owner.

The boatman was the dragon girl who had met Yin Lihua not long ago, and was also one of the twins on the throne of the earth and mountains.

Looking at the sleeping man before her, she couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity that my brother is still asleep, and Norton and Constantine are both in the west, plus those old fogies of the Elder Council are hiding in the shadows. Otherwise, why would I need to play any game of conquest?"

If Wang Anzhi were still conscious, he would naturally have seen the familiar face before him and used his silver tongue, along with his familiarity with the Dragon Girl, to completely deceive her.

Unfortunately, the Dragon Girl lacked martial ethics; she didn't even let him see her face before bewitching him.

After sighing, the Dragon Girl shook her head, knowing that she would ultimately have to bear this burden alone. Her foolish brother had already called himself "Caesar" seventy years ago and almost unified the whole of Rome.

However, she was betrayed by the Senate and betrayed by Odin, who was ostensibly a member of the Secret Party but was actually a villain. The secret party stole the entire achievement. In the end, Lady Jormungandr knew that there was no place for her in the West, so she could only follow the path she had taken to the West a thousand years ago and return to the East to escape Odin's pursuit.

Unfortunately, things have changed. This place is no longer the place where Miss Dragon Girl once indulged in wine and women. The mixed-race families have truly risen to prominence.

Even Miss Jormungandr knew the story of how the brothers, the King of Bronze and the King of Fire, were "slain" two hundred years ago. This story is known as "The Uprising of the Great Ancestor Who Slayed the White Serpent".

Such a horrifying event immediately terrified Jormungandr, who obediently chose the identity of a noblewoman from a not-so-powerful family and hid herself away.

Even when Wang Mang acted perversely and the world was in chaos, they dared not stand up, for fear of repeating the mistakes of Norton and Constantine.

Therefore, Miss Dragon Girl has only dared to hide her identity and travel the world, and dares not truly reveal it.

Thinking of this, Miss Jormungandr was filled with grief and indignation. She, a dignified dragon queen, was being hunted down in the west and could only hide in the east. What had caused her to fall to this state?

It's all the time's fault... no, it's all Odin's fault.

The Dragon Girl shook her head, her eyes crinkling as she looked at Wang Anzhi, who was leaning against the boat awning, and gave him a sweet smile.

Upon arriving in Kunyang, she was initially attracted by Yin Lihua's superior bloodline, but what truly surprised her was seeing Wang Anzhi.

"Let me see what you are, that you can resonate with my bloodline?"

Chapter 155 The Emperor in His Startup Phase Wouldn't Dream of the Flawless Dragon Girl

A tremendous scream came from afar.

The massive mountain peaks cascade down from the surrounding mountains, plunging into the vast plains.

On the plain stretched an endless expanse of two distinct armies, one yellow and the other black.

The world seems to have fallen to the level of a chessboard.

This is Zhuolu.

The Golden Throne stands atop the hill, surrounded by a natural landscape hanging down from the horizon, displaying ever-changing scenes of varying sizes.

The content depicts scenes of each soldier battling Chi You's army.

The person on the throne sat like a mountain, draped in a dark yellow robe and bronze armor. One hand rested on a long sword, which was deeply embedded in the hill, while the scabbard was in the control of the person on the throne.

Starting from the base of the throne, the sword extends downwards step by step, connecting the feet of every warrior on the battlefield.

"Are you kidding me?"

Wang Anzhi felt somewhat flustered.

Shouldn't he be about to begin his legendary, extraordinary life as a grand mage in Yanling and Dingling?

How did they manage to get him into this legendary situation?

He looked at the scroll hanging in front of him, and his eyes were filled with such detail that every single soldier was depicted.

The clashing of swords, the clanging of steel, and the flowing rivers of blood—a symphony of death was played.

Of course, there is still that mountain peak hanging in the sky like the Sword of Damocles that has not yet fallen.

The soldiers fighting below seemed like mindless puppets, completely ignoring the mountains above them, and engaged in battle everywhere on the plains and open fields.

At this moment, the Word of Power: Heavenly Evolution began to operate at full speed.

This is the power of words symbolizing "wisdom," capable of handling an immense flow of information.

Information from each painting flowed continuously, entering Wang Anzhi's brain along with his gaze, and then, under the influence of the Word Spirit Evolution, each image was processed clearly.

Naturally, he sat on the throne, looking at the long sword in his hand. The front depicted mountains, rivers, grass, sun, moon, and stars, while the back showed agriculture, animal husbandry, and the unification of the four seas. His lips twitched slightly, and when he saw the vast battlefield below, his smile became even more strained.

"I think I've figured out who I am now."

Wang Anzhi thought to himself that although he didn't know why he could have another "simulation" in the simulation, there was no time for him to hesitate.

He could feel himself transmitting orders to every soldier by following the golden threads beneath the ancient sword and the throne.

So he kept shrinking the domain of the Word of Power: Heavenly Evolution, compressing it into his brain, and constantly directing the battle of every soldier.

To his surprise, it felt strangely familiar.

Wang Anzhi fell even more silent. Through the "scroll" in front of him, he could see that this was a battle involving hundreds of thousands of people, and every soldier on the battlefield had a ferocious golden eye flashing in their eyes.

Without a doubt, this is a war entirely fought by mixed-race people.

At the forefront of the battle, the army, resembling a black tide, wore ferocious metal masks or helmets made of animal bones; some were armored, while others were bare-chested.

But there is no doubt that they are all brave and fierce.

Sitting on the throne atop the mountain, Wang Anzhi could see that smoke and dust covered the sun on the plains, his army was retreating, chariots were overturning, banners were broken, and soldiers were disappearing one by one into the black tide.

The man at the forefront of the black tide, resembling a sharp blade, was shirtless, covered in blood, and his body was covered with all sorts of black patterns.

witchcraft.

The name popped into Wang Anzhi's mind without him even realizing it.

Above the battlefield, a dark cloud gathered in the sky and slowly descended from above.

The man at the forefront of the Black Tide, covered in patterns, stopped and looked at him from afar. As if he could see his gaze, he grinned, revealing an ugly smile.

Then his voice boomed like thunder, his roar echoing across the entire battlefield and reaching the throne atop the mountain.

"Xuanyuan..."

Wang Anzhi calmed down completely.

Now that's great, their identities have been completely exposed.

However, Wang Anzhi was not too nervous. He could sense that although his soldiers were showing signs of defeat, they were not completely routed. It was just a slight "setback" on the battlefield, which was not surprising.

Despite this, he still gripped the ancient sword tightly in his hand, not daring to let go for even a moment.

Just as he was searching for an opportunity to win, a cold and aloof figure appeared silently beside him, standing before the throne next to him, like a goddess descended from the heavens.

Her eyes were clear, and her gaze toward the battlefield held no sadness, but rather a hint of interest.

"Who are you?" Wang Anzhi looked at the crimson dress in front of him and felt a sense of familiarity, so he asked.

The goddess turned her head and looked at him with a look of sudden realization. However, she did not say much, but leaned forward slightly and kissed Wang Anzhi's forehead with her red lips.

The goddess breathed softly, leaned close to his chest, and whispered, "What's wrong? Youxiong clan, don't you recognize me?"

The moment the goddess turned her head, Wang Anzhi felt a sense of disorientation, both because of her flawless face and because of her familiar features.

He felt the damp breath on his forehead and was overwhelmed by a sense of absurdity and confusion, so much so that he ignored the goddess's intimate gesture, which resembled that of his mother.

"Jormungandr?"

"Yes, yes!" The goddess nodded gently, her smile serene. As if sensing something interesting, she stepped back to stand beside Wang Anzhi and added:

"However, I already have a new name. You can call me Xuan Nu."

Jormungandr? The Mystic Woman?

Zhuolu? Chiyou?

Wang Anzhi felt his mind was a complete mess, with countless pieces of information piled up together. At the same time, he was also processing information from the battlefield. The overlap of the two made him feel a headache and a sense of confusion.

"Youxiong clan, what are you still confused about?"

At the crucial moment, Xuan Nu suddenly spoke, interrupting his complicated thoughts. Her voice was like jade striking jade, exceptionally pleasant to the ear.

As if awakened to something, Wang Anzhi's body acted instinctively before his sluggish brain finally responded.

He pulled the ancient sword up slightly by an inch.

At the same time, the mountain peak that had been hanging low over the sky plunged straight down, passing over the defeated army on his side, and plunging straight into the black tide led by Chi You.

It was at this very moment that he saw a giant, dark blue-green dragon that had been hidden by the mountain peaks.

"What is that?" Wang Anzhi asked again.

"What else could it be?" The goddess, no, Jormungandr, had a teasing look on her face, her cheek slightly close to his, and Wang Anzhi could even feel the goddess's breath.

There was still moisture on his forehead.

But Jormungandr stopped there, whispering, "That's my brother Fenrir."

Wang Anzhi remained silent. He never expected that the scene of his brother-in-law, Long Tui, fighting for the first time would inexplicably appear here.

At the same time, Chi You, at the very top of the Black Tide, also saw the mountain peaks descending towards him. He was not afraid; instead, his anger grew, and he roared again:

"Xuanyuan..."

Immediately afterwards, he raised the long sword in his hand and slashed down the mountain peak above his head.

Looking at Chi You's roar, filled with resentment and a resolute flash of light, as if it were a fervent expression of pain and rage, Wang Anzhi's lips twitched again. He felt somewhat bewildered. In a battle, each side has its own reasons; what was the source of such deep hatred between him and Chi You? He muttered to himself:

"What's wrong with Chi You? I can't possibly take his brocade back, can I?"

As he spoke, he laughed out loud. How could that be?