The condensed ice cones are like arrows, flying in all directions.

It seems that this kind of pure ice as a weapon is just drizzle to those frogmen who can't even be penetrated by bullets. But even in such drizzle, every ice pick can penetrate a huge gap in their bodies, and the gap is rapid.

A layer of frost condensed, freezing the hot blood inside.

The frogmen finally began to scream. They dodged desperately, using the ice cubes accumulated in the icehouse as cover, and tried to fight back amid the flying ice chips.

They chanted the same ancient language in unison, gradually changing from hoarse to high-pitched, and then turned into a loud bell-like sound. Every note was like thunder falling. Human beings should not be able to make such a terrifying sound.

Nuonuo and Chu Zihang watched blankly, watching those frightening frogmen being destroyed, watching the splashing blood condense into ice crystals in mid-air, and some even connected to the ground, forming a scarlet line.

's flybridge.

And when the chanting sounded, she suddenly came back to her senses. She just looked at the back of the unattainable figure in front of her, like a god or a mountain, and suppressed the words she wanted to remind her.

But what was being released was not the aggressive spirit that she thought it was. The hiding frogs were just chanting non-stop, and their loud and fragmentary chants were overwhelmingly pressing towards them with unparalleled majesty.

At the moment when the pressure came upon him, Nono hardly dared to breathe and felt that his heart was about to stop beating. But in the blink of an eye, this feeling disappeared, as if some kind of wings came to protect him.

She turned her head to look at Chu Zihang and found that he was the same, looking relieved.

Nuonuo glanced at Gu Chen again, and couldn't help but recall the feeling just now, as if there was a huge spirit standing in the sky, speaking condescendingly to you, and those words were pressed down from the clouds, forcing you to surrender.

She suddenly remembered that this word spirit that seemed a bit familiar had heard of it somewhere before. It was the word spirit that everyone in Kassel College had experienced - the word spirit 'Emperor'.

This is a supreme word spirit, exclusive to the Black King.

But it doesn't have any terrifying effect. It's neither like the Lord of Bronze and Fire's 'Candle Dragon', which can heat the entire river to boiling, nor is it like Odin's Kungunir, which is an absolute hit and has nowhere to escape.

.Its purpose is to call all descendants of the Black King, including those hybrids who carry the blood of the Black King.

In that ancient era when dragons ruled the earth, when the Black King made a high-pitched or terrifying sound from her mountain-like throne, the 'Emperor''s words spread to all directions of the earth at the speed of sound.

It sweeps across mountains and seas, spreading from Europe to Asia without attenuation.

Wherever this voice went, her descendants and subjects knelt down one after another, and even the unruly kings had to lower their noble heads.

It can be used to convey orders, but more often it expresses the anger and majesty of the Black King.

The Black King uses this voice that can shake the whole world to remind all descendants that she is still alive, and those who rebel will be punished mercilessly by her even across the sea.

The only exception are the blood descendants of the White King, who are immune to the Black King's roar.

But the Black King is dead, and the spirit of the 'Emperor' has long been buried with her fall.

The Word Spirit 'Emperor' used by Kassel College in the entrance examination cannot be regarded as a real Word Spirit. It uses an ancient alchemy product whose craft has long been lost to simulate this Word Spirit. Its effect is minimal.

, it’s nothing more than awakening the sleeping dragon bloodline.

However, at this moment, what was ringing in their ears was a real voice. It was recited by these frogmen in unison, and the entire cold storage resonated with it, like demons being held in a huge bell.

The monks gathered around and chanted incantations to quell the demons.

…

Nuonuo was a little puzzled for a moment. Any one of these frogmen jumping out would be enough to tear her and Chu Zihang apart. What's more, there were so many dense black shadows. Even if they were suppressed by Gu Chen, the outcome of the group attack was still uncertain.

It can be seen that it is like a group of hyenas daring to challenge a lion, like the death of the Black King.

After all, Yan Ling's chanting has proven that they are not afraid of overstepping their bounds.

Then, an idea flashed in her mind, and she suddenly understood that the purpose of these frogmen was actually to capture Lu Mingfei. Even Lu Mingfei, who transformed into a dragon, would lose his fighting power under the pressure of the emperor's spirit.

The more pure-blooded this spirit is, the more effective it is.

But Lu Mingfei is not here at this moment, and the frogmen don't seem to understand the situation yet, and mistakenly regard Gu Chen, who can trigger the turbulent flow of elements like the Dragon King, as the target. Of course, maybe he was one of the targets in the first place.

Nuonuo's mind was racing, and he was thinking that if the frogmen reacted, a fierce battle would be inevitable.

Just as she was thinking about what Gu Chen was going to do next, she suddenly heard a knock on the door from outside, accompanied by a familiar voice shouting: "Senior sister? Lao Gu? Senior brother? Are you here?

"

Is this idiot really back? Nono pouted. Although he showed no mercy to that bastard in his heart, he didn't even know he was smiling.

Soon, Lu Mingfei pushed open the door and came in, carrying a frogman in his hand, the same guy who closed the icehouse door before.

Although I still don’t know what the speech spirit of this frogman is, but thinking about it, there are not many hybrids who can be one-on-one with the current Lu Mingfei.

And with the sound of the icehouse door opening, the frogmen who were hiding or nailed to the ground by ice picks all turned their heads neatly and looked at him motionlessly. Every pair of holes behind those masks was the color of lava.

, like a group of devils escaping from hell.

They did not launch an attack, but their voices became more concentrated and louder, and they continued to recite the ancient spirit "Emperor".

Gu Chen's brows twitched, and the ice that had been attached to the surrounding bulkheads for countless years cracked instantly, and then turned into countless sharp ice spears, stabbing through the air with a screaming sound.

Lu Mingfei didn't understand what these jittery words meant, nor did he feel like he would be frightened and restrained like Nonuo did.

At this moment, he seemed to have found a tacit understanding, took out the Desert Eagle, and shot without hesitation.

The first person to be shot in the head was the frogman with the deformed giant claws. Because this guy was pierced by the ice spear and nailed to the ground, his bright skull was the perfect target.

The Desert Eagle has a large caliber, and Lu Mingfei is loading special bullets made by the equipment department. The kinetic energy of a bullet can hit the frogman chanting sutra so hard that his head is thrown back, almost blowing off his skull. Look at his neck.

With such a degree of bending, the opponent's spine should be broken instantly.

But when the bullet hit the frogman's skull, it made the sound of shooting metal.

Lu Mingfei fired one shot after another. From the center of his eyebrows to his throat and then to his heart, he sent a steel core bullet to every fatal part.

Every time the frogman was shot, he would lean back more. Not only his neck, but his whole body bent backwards, but his feet stood firmly and did not move at all.

This guy is just like a good man who has been trained in the golden bell and iron cloth shirt. Except for the penetration caused by the fragile-looking ice spear, the steel core bullet in the magazine seems to have just scratched his itch.

He stood there quietly, his whole body leaning back at a weird angle, like a strange human arch bridge.

But for a moment, under the surprised gazes of Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo, the frogman's vertebrae made a slight popping sound, and the whole person slowly straightened up again, and the golden boy's pair of eyes that had once dimmed lit up again.
Chapter completed!