Chapter 58

No one can walk into this sea of flowers, let alone a young girl?

But the flowers did not stop her. Wherever she passed, the flowers changed like a king.

Did the three generations wake up long ago, incarnate as a little girl of Koi Koi, and have been hiding in the tribe?

Bob was frightened. Standing in front of him might be a noble three generations of pure blood dragon!

But the next moment, he overturned his idea, but the panic on his face did not subside, because the earth under his feet was shaking!

With his struggle and the little girl's exclamation, the ground cracked and churned, and a bronze coffin rose from the ground.

At this moment, the sky thundered and the sea of flowers danced, like playing a grand ceremony song for the coming of the king!

In a short moment, thunder clouds covered, heavy rain poured down, and the flower sea was moistened by the rain. The originally cut flower branches on the other side also began to regenerate. The swaying flower branches extended to the sky, like cheering for the arrival of the existence in the bronze coffin, or like the sinner of hell reaching out to grasp the door of heaven!

Before being rolled up by the branches, Bob subconsciously hugged the little girl. The owner of the bronze coffin is three generations. What is the little girl?

He once learned in the course of the college that some noble pure blood dragons need sacrifices when they wake up. Special sacrifices, which are their long arranged backhand blood, have been inherited in the hidden tribe for thousands of years, and the blood of these sacrifices are often respected and feared by the people in the tribe, respected as wizards and witches!

Witches or witches organize sacrifices in the long years before the Dragon nationality wakes up, pray for God to bring them good weather and accept people's respect and cheers. During this time, they will forget their original mission... Until the noble existence wakes up.

They will incarnate as the most devout believers of God and carry out the grand sacrifice, and the sacrifice is themselves.

Bob understood why the little girl was not blocked by the sea of flowers. She ran to the God of nature she believed in, but she was in the arms of death.

She thought that the flowers made way for her like a princess, but she didn't know that it was the bodyguard who was sending sacrifices to the altar. The swaying branches were indeed joyful and jumping, but it was not for the girl, but for the delivery of sacrifices and the coming recovery of their king!

"We're wrong, wrong."

Bob whispered. He didn't know whether to tell his companions on the public frequency or to himself.

In recent years, the secret party has crusaded against several three generations of species, and he was lucky to have seen it from a distance. He believes that the power of hybrid species to combine science and technology has become stronger, and the three generations of species are not worried.

But he forgot that the Crusade he had seen was a three generation species sealed for thousands of years. The coffin was like iron and women in the instruments of torture. Thousands of steel spikes penetrated the once noble body. When he woke up, he was far from perfect. The weakness was less than one tenth of his strength at its peak!

What they want to fight now is a normal cocooned three generations. After thousands of years of sleep, his power may have recovered to its peak!

Now the noble existence just needs a grand ceremony to announce his return to the world.

The songs of the ceremony will be played with the cry of life, and the fireworks in praise will be the blood mist floating under the moon.

The bronze coffin opened slowly. Bob stared at it with wide eyes. He didn't dare to deviate. He may die today, but he should also see what he died in the hands of!

With the opening of the coffin cover, he finally heard the Song said by the little girl. It was like a song from the ancient times, melodious and beautiful, and filled with endless solitude.

The existence in the bronze coffin sat up, the thunder rolled in the sky, the rain fell wildly, and the sea of flowers danced like a demon girl in troubled times to welcome his arrival.

In the command room, putel looked gloomy. He turned on the communication and launched a call to the headquarters of the executive department on the other side of the ocean: "this three generations is stronger than expected. Start the standby scheme first, just in case."

The execution department never fights unprepared. Even if they are only the survey team, they also have a preparation plan in case of emergency!

At this time, there are two F-35 stealth joint fighters at the nearest us garrison base, which have taken off with alchemy missiles.

At the same time, he also repeatedly urged to ask where their S-level ace Commissioner had gone.

If this matter cannot be solved at the s level, the secret party will let the dragon family see the power of science and technology! This is the desert of South Africa. There are no civilians at the target. They are unscrupulous!

On Bob's side, he is holding a "civilian" in his arms. A series of mutations make him forget to report to the above, but it doesn't matter. Soon he will die with the little girl in the hands of the three generations.

In the bronze coffin, 3000 green silk were scattered on the blue silk made of unknown materials. The silk had not faded even after thousands of years, outlining the enchanting posture of a woman like a flower branch.

For thousands of years, there are no marks left on women's faces. The grinded skin is illuminated by the fluorescence of the sea of flowers, like a good jade, and the almost perfect facial features make people sigh the eccentricity of God. No, she is one of the gods!

Bob saw the golden pupil he had never seen before. The dazzling light was like the only one in heaven and earth. The wind was howling and the sea of flowers was boiling. If it was a compliment, the prelude to the climax had come to the end.

The woman's lips opened gently, and the melodious ancient song came from her mouth. Her eyes looked at Bob and the girl who were wrapped in the air by flowers. For a time, Bob felt the overwhelming majesty. It was Mount Tai and the tide!

He could not look at the noble existence at all, and the other party did not look at him, but at the girl in his arms.

Sarah finally noticed something. Her body's blood was pulling her, but her heart was frightened. She looked at the beautiful sister and wanted to kneel down and kowtow. The uncontrollable sense of worship washed her brain, but the more intense emotion overwhelmed the feeling - it was fear.

"Wow -"

Sarah finally couldn't help crying. At this moment, she didn't want to see the God of nature. She didn't want to be a wizard anymore.

Bob also smiled bitterly. He said in his heart that it's useless for you to cry at this time!

Fortunately, he saw hope, the commissioners arrived, the cold weapons split the flowers, and the golden pupils lit up and looked at the noble woman.

For a time, everyone felt the sense of submission brought by the suppression of their body blood. If they were not all class a elites, they might not be able to hold the sword at this time!

The woman lowered her head slightly, glanced at these hybrid species, and frowned slightly. How noble she was, and at this time, the Dalits raised their swords to her!

These humble fire thieves should kowtow before her!

The red lips open gently, and the invisible field opens.

Before the commissioners started to attack, they froze in place, and the knees with poor physical fitness began to bend. With the strengthening of the field, some people finally couldn't bear to kneel down.

Spirit. Kingship!