A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 16
"Humans are a humble species, fragile, stupid, conceited, and aggressive. Even the weapons you use at the moment are made by them to kill each other, right? But it doesn't seem to work for me." The Dragon King said lightly. , "Mixed races, you who claim to be human, what do you use to fight me?"

"Humans haven't gone extinct for thousands of years, how could it be as unbearable as you said..." Lu Shanyan gasped, "In my opinion... the distinction between 'humans' and 'dragons' has never been Bloodline, here it is!"

Lu Shanyan beat his chest and straightened his back: "Now, let's see it! The power of 'human beings'!"

In an instant, the wind direction changed, and the ferrets who were struggling to fly were no longer chaotic. They began to fly around Lu Shanyan. The wind swept up Lu Shanyan's windbreaker, and the long hair fluttered in the wind, covering his face. Gold gleamed in the darkness, staring at the boy in front of him through his hair.

Numerous sickle itachis formed a vortex around Lu Shanyan, and the invisible thin wings brought wind blades one after another, and the split air was roaring. The sickle itachis are not chaos now, but crazy.

"Itachi" felt their master's madness and released their bloodthirsty nature.

Yan Ling·Kama Itachi, advanced!

Serial number 71, Word Spirit Vampire Scythe!
"You..." Surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, "Your dragon bloodline has suppressed human bloodline, and you are approaching pure dragons! This is... 'The Road to Conferred God'!"

The boy clearly felt that Lu Shanyan was madly climbing in both spirit and strength, and the influence of his dragon power on Lu Shanyan was getting smaller and smaller, and this weak ant was trying to look directly at the gods.

Lu Shanyan's body was undergoing tremendous changes. Countless tiny blue-gray scales grew through the skin. Blood slowly dripped along the new scales. The scarlet blood stained the scales, like the fusion of iron and blood. .

"Clap clap clap..."

The Dragon King applauded: "This is the attitude my opponent should have, but human beings are human after all, and no matter how close they are, they cannot become gods! Thousands of years... After the death of the Black King, the road to conferring gods was blocked. Thinking that there are humans who can open it up! Your body can't withstand the power of pure-blooded dragons, and now you can't go back."

"The road to conferring gods? I don't quite understand, but our secret party calls this technology 'Blood.' I can last for about 45 minutes, enough to deal with you!" Lu Shanyan said lightly.But in fact, he couldn't hold on for that long. From the moment he became a dragon, the mercury vapor around him that was originally used to restrict the Dragon King became a greater threat to him, and the toxicity instantly increased by more than 10 times.

At this time, his whole body was covered with ferocious scales, wrapping his whole body like armor. His entire face became ferocious because of the dragon scales. Boiling, the blood-colored steam permeated around him through the scales, and the "Vampire Scythes" seemed to smell the blood and became more violent, and they were ready to tear the enemy in front of them at any time.

"Are you ready to die?" Lu Shanyan raised the revolver with both hands again, and the muzzle locked the dragon king in front of him.

"Just a mere ant trying to kill a god?" the boy said disdainfully, "Do you think you can fight against me by stealing the power of a god?"

"Experience it with your body, true power!" The boy roared, the bone wings behind his back vibrated and became hideous, and countless tiny thrusts shrouded Lu Shanyan overwhelmingly.

"Ant? God? Strength? You dragons are really self-righteous! Let me experience strength? Can you do it?" Lu Shanyan didn't have the slightest fear on his face.

The "Vampire Scythes" rushed forward frantically, forming an invisible barrier with the gust of wind, and the two forces collided. The Vampire Scythes blocked the spur with their "body", and were still moving forward madly, as if they were ignoring The only goal of life and death is to shred the prey in front of you.

……

The carriage was running wildly on the wilderness in the dark night. In the carriage, Viscount Charlotte filled his flintlock gun with ammunition. He had a hunch that everything would not go so smoothly.

Sure enough, the carriage stopped abruptly, the horse pulling the carriage neighed in fear, kicked its front hooves into the air, and turned around trying to run away.But it was too late, they were already surrounded.

Menek lit up his golden pupils and stared at the man who took the lead and surrounded them.

A Chinese man with a sturdy stature, with long braids around his neck, wearing a black poncho, what impressed him most was his lips sewn together with twine.It was the man Menek had met before, the Chinese who traded coffins with them.

Sure enough, everything is a trap, a trap, their purpose is to regain the "egg" and destroy the secret party.

Menek pulled out the Atkan long knife hidden in the windbreaker, and the rain dripped on the knife, exuding a cold light.He sprinted with all his strength, and the long knife sank into the Chinese's body and penetrated.

But the Chinese's expressions didn't change in the slightest, as if they couldn't feel it at all.Both hands tightly grasped Menek's long sword with great strength.

But Menek's strength was even greater, he suddenly pulled out the long knife on the man's body, and all 10 fingers were cut off abruptly.

Menek attacked again, this time he did not stab, but a horizontal slash, the sharp long knife slashed across the man's neck, with braids, and cut off the entire head, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.

"Deadpool?" Menek whispered, "I wonder how to eat with my mouth closed... So you don't need to eat..."

Menek stood with his sword crossed. Now is not his leisure time. A group of people gradually came from all around. They were all holding Chinese waist knives in their hands. They were wearing the official uniforms of the Qing Dynasty, but they were all dead servants. .

"My lords, what are you doing here from afar?" Menek asked in the Chinese he had learned from Lu Shanyan. Although it was a bit lame, the meaning was very clear.

"The Queen Mother's meaning, you are enemies of the real dragon, go against the sky, disturb the feng shui of my heaven and the country, and kill without mercy!" In the darkness, a cold voice came.

"Real dragon? Feng shui?" Menek was a little puzzled. He knew that the so-called true dragon was the stupid emperor Lu Shanyan wanted to overthrow, but he really didn't understand the feng shui. We slaughtered dragons in Europe. What's up?

"Can't be good?"

"Kill without mercy."

"OK, OK, let's see who has the sharper knife!" Menek threw off the windbreaker with his left hand, and the long knife in his right arc arced in the darkness. If it's just these dead servants, then yes For him, it's really nothing to be afraid of. Even if he has to protect the carriage, he can solve it in minutes.

(End of this chapter)