"So what? You have never seen real power, so you would say such childish words. How sad! Black King Nidhogg, that is the real god, human beings, do you think that in the past thousands of years?
Why are you afraid?" The woman's voice was like a pilgrim's prayer, "If it weren't for the civil strife in our clan, why would you be here today? You think you have the power of so-called science and start to be complacent? When the Black King returns to the world, your
All struggles are just childish jokes!”
"I understand," Meniek sighed, "Those who are not of my race must have different minds. We cannot understand each other. The prosperity of one race means the enslavement of another race. Our wishes are nothing but
They just want to survive..."
Meineke stepped forward again with the knife in hand. The rain washed away the wounds on his body. The blood mixed with the rain flowed down and dyed the ground red. The boiling dragon's blood made the surroundings begin to fill with mist. The distance between him and the woman became wider and wider.
Closely, two pairs of golden eyes stared at each other.
"Survive? Yes." The woman smiled faintly, "But my wish cannot be fulfilled since I left China and set foot on this continent. My mission now is only one, to regain the hope of my clan! For
I will do whatever it takes to revive the Holy Dynasty!"
The woman walked slowly towards the direction of the carriage. The transparent realm rapidly expanded from her body. Everything around her seemed to be being repelled. Even the rain in the sky was subconsciously retreating. Those raindrops that had no time to "retreat" were
The violent realm is torn apart. It is the wind that isolates everything and crushes everything close to it.
The hemispherical field surrounds the woman like a barrier, protecting her and tearing apart everything that comes close.
"Yan Ling·Pure Land?" Viscount Charlotte, who was guarding the carriage, was a little surprised.
Because this is not a high-level dangerous word spirit, it can even be said to be very common. But he has never seen anyone use it so domineeringly. Most of the Wuchen Land is used for defense, but the woman in front of him is not willing to die.
The earth spreads the field, and the violent field seems to be able to swallow everything. The woman uses herself as the eye of the storm to brew a storm that destroys everything. Every step she takes will carve deep marks on the rocks under her feet.
Looking at the woman approaching slowly, Viscount Charlotte's bullet shot out, but there was not even a ripple on the area where it hit.
"She wants to crush us together with the carriage!" Marquis Gambert pulled the reins of the carriage.
The woman seemed to be unable to feel the pain of being slashed on the shoulder by Meneke before. The dragon's blood on the wound condensed like red crystal. The huge brain pressure caused by excessive use of the word spirit caused her eyes to bleed, and blood and tears streaked across that beautiful face.
Strange and poignant.
"I remember Shan Yan once taught me a Chinese idiom, 'fishing in the lake'. However, I do feel your determination, so it would be my fault if I didn't take it more seriously."
As Menike spoke, his body began to undergo drastic changes. Scales grew on his hands, and the hand holding the long knife turned into sharp blue-gray claws. The golden pupils became more dazzling, and his face, neck,
Various parts of the body began to transform into dragons, and the powerful bloodline forcibly stopped the bleeding from the wound where he lost his right hand.
"The road to becoming a god? I'm beginning to understand why you are so confident. It doesn't seem to be a bluff. But it's useless. You can't stop it. The Black King's awakening is destined. The power stolen from the gods can never defeat the gods.
." The woman's voice echoed in the storm, condescending and carrying god-like majesty.
"It doesn't matter." Meineke looked calm and pointed the long knife directly at the woman who was approaching slowly.
He ignored what the woman said. Just as the woman said, he had never really seen the mysterious Black King, the black dragon that was called God in ancient history and was the ancestor of all dragons, including hybrids.
. His left hand holding the long knife became harder and harder. The belief in his heart had never been as firm as it was at this moment. There was only the enemy in his eyes. Even if the Black King came at this moment, he would not be timid.
"Let's fight quickly..." Meineke gestured to Viscount Charlotte next to him. He has now activated the violent blood. With his strength, he can last for an hour, but he will never underestimate the enemy. Why fight alone when he can fight in a group?
?
…
Lu Shanyan's battle is still going on, but he already feels that he is reaching his limit. Although there is only one enemy in front of him, and he has a sniper standing by at any time, two against one can be said to be very "fair".
But the situation was completely wrong. He wished he had brought a few more people with him...
The revolver magazine in his hand was empty again. These two guns were specially made by Meineke through Krupp's firearms technicians. They were replaced with special magazines and matched with his spirit, they could fire 40 rounds in a row without missing any bullets.
But where is enough? Now he wishes he could put in an unlimited magazine and throw it into the Dragon King's mouth.
Lu Shanyan was changing magazines frantically in his hand, and his "Vampire Scythes" were not lazy either. They rushed towards the Dragon King desperately, but they were all smashed to pieces in front of the Dragon King's powerful domain. Even so, one after another,
One after another, one group after another.
Lu Shanyan endured a severe headache. Groups of "scythes and weasels" were awakened in the depths of his mind, roaring and baring their sharp teeth to attack the Dragon King. He could not stop, and he could not stop. The power brought by the "violent blood"
At the same time, it also made him even more crazy. This was a fight to the death. The remaining reason told him that if he stopped, he would die.
As time went by, the consequences of inhaling mercury vapor began to show up on him. Lu Shanyan could feel the stinging pain all over his body, and even his strengthened body was not enough to allow him to ignore the pain. He didn't know
What is supporting him to continue fighting? Perhaps it is his persistent belief, perhaps his commitment to Menieke, or perhaps the dragon's blood boiling in his body.
The Vampire Scythes are biting the Dragon King's domain, risking their lives to launch attacks again and again, once, twice, three times... The domain seems to be fragile like glass, but it always seems to be just a little short of it. Come again.
, continue... As long as you persist a little longer, it will eventually break, right?
"Click"
As if in response to the prayers of the Kamitachis, the realm was shattered. In the next moment, Lu Shanyan poured all the two bullets into it. He didn't know whether he could kill the Dragon King, but he had already done what he could do. The Kamitachis
Also already exhausted.
Lu Shanyan's body was covered in blood, and the scales covering his body could not stop the blood from oozing out. The side effects of the violent blood became more and more obvious, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.