Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 115 The Power of the White King
In the distant past, Izanagi sneaked into the place where the White King was executed, and got the "Holy Grail" and "Holy Relic" that carried the spirit and body.

He learned that he could not destroy the "gift" of the White King, so he established the High Heaven Plain and the Night Food Plain. The former will be used as an extremely prosperous God's Heaven, and the latter will be used as a deep and dark night prison. The spiritual "Holy Grail" sleeps in it.

Now the white emperor lived in this huge and ferocious dragon body, and Izanagi's spirit had been completely shattered.

It's just that the white emperor who ruled the world with the black emperor in ancient times, now shed noble blood after waking up again.

After beheading one of the heads, the sharp sword that seemed to be able to cut through everything in the world still tore an amazing wound on King Bai's majestic body like a mountain with amazing power.

The angel of death launched the judgment with the will of the only great emperor who radiates light in the distant dark future!
The great sword of Jingyue tore the hard pale scales of King Bai's body, and every drop of divine blood, which was a perfect baptism for the mixed race, flowed.

King Bai had already stopped moving forward to eat. His seven snake-like long necks turned around and fixedly stared at Lu Mingfei who landed on his body. The seven pairs of golden pupils that spanned countless years were like steamboat steam lamps. With monstrous rage.

He has put away his contempt for human beings. The tiny human being in front of him is too weird, and he doesn't know whether it is the boiling blood in his body, or the golden energy that blesses him like a golden holy garment...

To actually make myself feel a little...fear?
This is impossible!

The only one who could make him feel a little fear of this kind of emotion was the black emperor, but even so, he once threw the spear of rebellion at that emperor!

During the period when he was thinking as vast as the ocean, the second skull on the right side burst out like a big bell. The realm of the spirit kingship has been formed!
Lu Mingfei's body was restrained by the terrifying force that could crush a third-generation species to death, and the explosive sound of the bones being pressed and rubbed by the force was clearly audible.

And the third ferocious head on the left side of King Bai has already rushed towards Lu Mingfei. The abyss-like bloody mouth opened as if it wanted to use the poisonous dragon teeth and the terrifying bite force to crush everything in the world. This human who hurt the gods was bitten into a meat paste.

"I am the Emperor's Sword..."

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, raised his head unyieldingly, and used the emperor's anger as a counterattack against the alien!

The holy and bright wings of light behind him stretched forward, and the wing end that was previously used as the jet port of the jet-powered jumping bag once again burst into shining holy flames.

"boom--!"

The deafening explosion sounded like thunder, and two erupting golden flames exploded on the dragon head that was attacking him. Blood mixed with pale scales exploded, and the ferocious dragon head let out a painful roar. , leaning back and collapsing an office building.

"According to the Emperor's will!"

Lu Mingfei roared angrily, and the radiant golden glow surrounding his body soared again!
The gravitational pressure imposed by the alien force was instantly relieved. Lu Mingfei seized the opportunity to drag his sword and launched a charge. The sacred blade of the Jingyue Great Sword tore apart tough scales one after another, as if dragging the plow to open the ground and leave behind. The chasm below is like a gulf, and the blood is like a spring.

He wants to chop off a few more alien heads, and the power of the "speaking spirit" originating from the aliens still poses a considerable threat to him!

The wings on its back were pouring out the emperor's holy wrath towards the White King, knocking back several heads one after another.

The early-warning field of prophecy-type psychic power has been raised to the limit, and the sense of crisis strikes from behind!

The most threatening thing about Yamata no Orochi's body is not only the eight dragon heads, but also the sharp sword that is unparalleled in Japanese mythology and can cut the world!
The sky is cloudy!
Nobody knew what Amazon was until it appeared—

Yamata no Orochi has three thick and long giant tails. Except for the one on the left, the sharp bones at the end of the other two giant tails shine with deadly sharpness. Lightning streaked across the sky and struck in a cross blockade, intending to strangle Lu Mingfei to death.

"Ding--"

The sonic buzzing that was visible to the naked eye oscillated, Lu Mingfei turned around and used the Jingyue sword and the light wings behind him to block the two bone swords that could feel the sharp cutting just by looking at the surface of the skin. The muscles bulge, and the soaring blue veins are ferocious and eye-catching.

At the same time, a head has already released the spirit of speech.

Yanling Junyan, the simulated release is complete!
Even though the Dragon King's body was incomplete, the spirit and soul of the White King was stored intact in this somewhat deformed body.

As the pain Lu Mingfei inflicted on him became more and more intense, the memory and knowledge from the ancient inheritance were constantly awakened under the stimulation.

He controls the spirit, the mysterious and sacred element above the four elements, which is also the power of his ability to imitate other first-generation kings of the source line.

Under each pale dragon scale of the White King, a fiery red light glowed, as if magma was surging, and Jun Yan's domain had opened.

But unlike Chu Zihang who would cause an astonishing and violent explosion every time he released Junyan, Junyan's domain effect was displayed on Baiwang's dragon body, and after a while, Baiwang's entire dragon was on fire!

That was burning in the true sense. The White King itself seemed to have turned into an erupting volcano. Accompanied by the extreme heat, the surrounding buildings that had not been destroyed were melting like magma visible to the naked eye. In this dark night, A fiery red sun lit up in the eclipse.

The king's use of the language spirit is far beyond the imagination of the mixed race!

Lu Mingfei endured the scorching like a furnace, and even with the few strands of holy radiance bestowed by the emperor to protect him, scorched black marks appeared on the surface of his tough body.

He knew that this was the alien trying to drive him away from its body - the other party seemed unwilling to engage in a close fight with him.

From the point of view of body size, Lu Mingfei is as small as an ant compared to King Bai's huge dragon body. It can even be called an honor to make the other party feel so afraid.

But Lu Mingfei doesn't think so, even so, the other party must pay a corresponding price!
"boom!"

Lu Mingfei let go of the stalemate with the two handles of Tian Congyun, leaned over to avoid Tian Congyun's slash and at the same time charged forward, after a few steps, the wings behind him sprayed out a surge of psionic energy, almost sticking to the white The surface of the king's body flew extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Mingfei approached the third dragon head on the left side of King Bai, who had just barely raised it, lunged, leaned over, and swung his sword——the dancing blade was like lightning bolts!
Roasted by the high temperature as if he was in the center of a volcano, Lu Mingfei brandished the Great Sword of the Moon to demonstrate the ancient elegant but deadly swordsmanship inherited from the blood angel lineage. The hot and bright red blood sprayed like magma, While Lu Mingfei adjusted his wings and sprinted vertically towards the sky, Bai Wang lost control of his neck that had just been raised, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Another dragon head was beheaded!

"Rebel!"

The remaining six heads of the White King roared in unison in the language of the dragon clan. He was furious, and that human hurt him again, causing him to lose precious blood.

In the depths of the Dragon King's heart, which ordinary people can't know, the White King even had a little bit of doubts about humans and mixed-race human species. During the tens of thousands of years he slept, how did this humble species develop? Is this unusual human being? Is it the most powerful existence of this species today, awakening himself and wanting to kill himself?

But immediately, the noble white emperor erased this ridiculous idea.

He is the White King!A noble emperor who can sit on an equal footing with the black king!

Even though there is only an imperfect remnant body now, what resides in its body is the white emperor from countless years ago!

His only six remaining heads began to chant the spirit of speech in unison, and the vast syllables exploded as if they were singing a song of creation.

Word Ling. Canglei domination, simulated release!
A super-dangerous word spirit that belongs exclusively to the lineage of the king of sky and wind, all thunder in the world will be controlled by the releaser of the word spirit!
The dark rainy night was as bright as day in the blink of an eye, as if the sun was rising—in fact, it was filled with billowing thunder gathered above the rain clouds, gathered here under the will of the White King!

Even if the White King did not take the initiative to release or destroy the alchemy matrix that maintains the food of the night, the elements in this piece of heaven and earth were extracted almost oppressively by the White King, and they inevitably entered a weak state, and began to have a certain relationship with the real world. contact.

"Boom--"

Raging and bursting thunders poured down from the sky, as if a doomsday rain had rained down on the night eclipse, linear lightning, ribbon lightning, sheet lightning, rocket lightning, ball lightning...

This is a shocking spectacle, but people in it probably don't have the heart to appreciate it. The violent thunder and lightning smashed all the buildings on the ground, and the flames were burning.

But more thunders rushed towards the meteor with a long golden tail flame under the will of King Bai—these terrifying natural forces of 5000 meters per second and a temperature of [-] degrees kept hitting Lu Mingfei , the shining thunder shattered under the holy flame protecting his body, and gradually merged into the wings behind him.

Indistinctly, a vague and illusory golden ring appeared on the back of Lu Mingfei's head.

Seeing that Cang Lei dominated this high-risk speech spirit that could destroy a human city, but could not destroy that small but dazzling human being, King Bai angrily released the speech spirit with the second head.

Word Ling. Reaper's Scythe, the simulated release is complete!
A huge pale-yellow scythe condensed in mid-air, as if held by an invisible god of death. The thunder that dyed the sky and the earth silver did not change the simple pale-yellow color of the scythe.

This is an ultra-high-risk word spirit that originated from the lineage of the king of the earth and the mountain. It is recorded in the periodic table of the word spirit designated by the hybrid species, and the blood of the word spirit releaser strengthens the killing scythe itself.

And the White King, who is of the highest bloodline, can undoubtedly strengthen this sickle of death to an unimaginable level. The invisible god of death holding the sickle has locked on the "eye" of the golden meteor.

　Cold + headache + stomachache during the day, but fortunately the nucleic acid result came out today is normal.

　　This chapter is about listening to the BGM codes of each Oiran and monster in Monster Hunting.

　　
　
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