A Dimensional Journey Begins with the Dragon Clan

Chapter 18 13. Deathmatch
"So what? You haven't seen real power to say such childish words. It's so sad! Nidhogg, the black king, that's the real god, human, you think in the past few thousand years Why are you afraid?" The woman's voice sounded like a pilgrim's prayer, "If it weren't for the civil strife in our clan, why would you wait for today? You start to be complacent when you think you have the power of so-called science? When the black king returns to the world, your All struggles are just childish jokes!"

"I see," Menek sighed, "others have different hearts. We cannot understand each other. The prosperity of one race means the enslavement of another. Our desire, but I just want to live..."

Menek stepped forward again with the knife in hand. The rain from the sky washed away the wounds on his body. The blood mixed with the rain water and dyed the ground red. The boiling dragon blood filled the surrounding with fog.The distance between him and the woman was getting closer and closer, and the two pairs of golden pupils stared at each other.

"To live? Yes." The woman smiled faintly, "But my wish has not been fulfilled since I left China and set foot on this continent. My mission now is only one, to regain the hope of my family! For the sake of The revival of the Holy Dynasty, I will do whatever it takes!"

The woman walked slowly in the direction of the carriage, and the transparent field quickly expanded from her. Everything around her seemed to be repelled. Even the rain in the sky was subconsciously retreating. Raging realm torn apart.It's the wind that cuts off everything and crushes the gust of wind that comes close to everything.

The hemispherical field surrounds the woman, like a barrier, guarding her and shredding everything that comes close.

"Yanling: Clean Land?" Viscount Charlotte, who was standing beside 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 someone so domineering. Most of the dust-free land is used for defense, but the woman in front of him is spreading the field recklessly, and the violent field seems to be able to devour everything.The woman uses herself as the eye of the storm and is brewing a storm that will destroy everything. Every step she takes will carve a deep imprint on the rock under her feet.

Looking at the woman who was approaching slowly, Viscount Charlotte's bullet shot through the hall, but there was not even a single ripple on the field.

"She wants to crush us together with the carriage!" Marquis Gambett took hold of the reins of the carriage.

The woman didn't seem to feel the pain of the shoulder cut by Menek before. The dragon's blood on the wound was congealed like a red crystal. The huge brain pressure caused by the excessive use of the word spirit caused her eyes to bleed, and blood and tears ran across the beautiful face. Weird and poignant.

"I remember that Shan Yan once taught me a Chinese idiom, 'fishing out of the water'. However, I do feel your determination, so if you don't take it seriously, it would be my fault."

As Menek said, drastic changes began to appear on his body. Scales were stacked on his hands, and the hand holding the long knife turned into sharp blue-gray claws.The golden pupils became more and more eye-catching, and all parts of the face, neck, and body began to appear dragon-like. The powerful bloodline forcibly stopped the bleeding from the wound that lost his right hand.

"The road to conferring gods? I'm beginning to understand why you are so confident. It doesn't seem to be bluffing. But it's useless, you can't stop it, the black king's awakening is destined, and the power stolen from gods can never defeat gods. ." The woman's voice echoed in the storm, condescending, with a god-like majesty.

"It doesn't matter." Menek's face was calm, and the long knife pointed directly at the woman who was slowly approaching.

He ignored what the woman said, just as the woman said, he had never really seen the mysterious black king, the black dragon who was sleeping in the ancient history and was called the god of gods, the ancestors of all dragons, including the half-breeds .His left hand holding the long knife became stronger and stronger, and the faith in his heart was never as firm as at this moment. Only the enemy remained in his eyes. Even if the Black King came at this moment, he would not have any timidity.

"Let's fight quickly..." Menek gestured to Viscount Charlotte next to him. He has now started a bloodbath, and with his strength, he can last for an hour, but he will never underestimate the enemy. ?

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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-on-one, it can be said to be very "fair". But the situation was completely wrong, he was thinking that he would have brought a few more people with him...

The revolver clip in his hand was empty again. These two guns were made for him by Menek through Krupp's firearms technician. They were replaced with special magazines, and with his words, they could shoot 40 consecutive rounds without missing any bullets. Hair, but where is enough?Now he can't wait to put on the infinite magazine and put it into the dragon king's mouth.

Lu Shanyan frantically changed the magazines in his hands, and his "Vampire Scythes" didn't slack off, and rushed towards the Dragon King as if they didn't want to die, but they were all smashed into pieces in front of the Dragon King's powerful domain. Even so, one by one. One, one group after another.

Lu Shanyan endured a severe headache, and groups of "Scythe Weasels" were awakened deep in his mind, whistling and baring sharp teeth to attack the Dragon King. He couldn't stop, and he couldn't stop. At the same time, it made him even more crazy. It was a death fight, and the remaining reason told him that if he stopped, he would die.

As time passed, the consequences of inhaling mercury vapor began to manifest on him, and Lu Shanyan could feel the stinging pain all over his body, and even his strengthened body was not enough for him to ignore the pain.He didn't know what was supporting him to continue fighting, maybe it was his persistent belief, maybe his commitment to Menek, or the dragon blood boiling in his body.

The blood-sucking scythes are biting at the Dragon King's domain, and they are attacking again and again, one, two, three... The domain seems to be fragile like glass, but it always seems to be a little worse, come again. , continue... As long as you hold on to it, it will always break, right?
"Click"

As if in response to the prayers of the itachis, the field shattered, and in the next moment, Lu Shanyan poured all two shuttle bullets into it. He didn't know if he could kill the Dragon King, but he had already done what he could do. Also exhausted.

Lu Shanyan had blood flowing all over his body, and the scales covering his body could not stop the blood seeping out. The side effects of violent blood became more and more obvious. He didn't know how long he could hold on.

(End of this chapter)