Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 325: Kazama Liuli, come with me!
Lord of the sky and wind.

One of the four great kings of the dragon clan, he is in charge of the element of "wind". He is rarely described in the history of the dragon clan known to hybrids.

The exact real name is unknown.

There seems to be no record of the Dragon King's resurrection in history.

Even in the information recorded by Faos Academy, we only know that he is the source of dragon literature and art, the ancestor of poetry and music——

Just like the Lord of Bronze and Fire in the field of alchemy.

however……

In addition to the dignity of status, the name of Dragon King is also a symbol of strength.

Even the current Jörmungandr can easily slaughter an entire city, not to mention the Wind King who is ten times better than the old female dragon at first glance?
Even though he was as calm as ever, his pupils were already constricted at this moment.

Her Word Spirit and Mirror Eyes had no effect on the target she was facing at the moment. Even if she tried her best, she could only see from the Dragon King who appeared in front of them...a blue as vast as the sky.

For the first time, the usually unfavorable Jingtongwu lost its effect on a certain existence.

"Has the spiritual power cut off my sight?"

"Or……"

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zero gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain the stability of the mirror realm.

But even so, after the King of Sky and Wind forced his way in, the space in the mirror realm was trembling desperately like a dilapidated house in an earthquake, as if it would be torn apart in the next second.

If this continues, even if the King of Wind does not make any other moves, they will probably be thrown into a corner of reality due to the fragmentation of the mirror realm——

However, zero worries never happened.

At this time, Yuan Zhennu stood in front of her.

The cross pupils were dyed with a crimson color, and the power of the words of the god's name and the spirit of words were used together. The dream color that originally acted on Herzog turned into ethereal foam and blended into the entire mirror field.

The originally trembling world finally stabilized under the influence of dreams.

The bewildered Minamoto and Uesugi looked at the back of the figure standing in front of the Dragon King, and once again felt that... this young man who was related to them by blood had now reached a state that they could not understand at all.

Even the arrogant Wind King cast his gaze at him at this moment.

It seemed that Yuan Zhennu really entered his eyes at this moment.

Those who control the wind are probably used to letting the breeze surround them. The handsome black hair of the Wind King sways gently with the airflow, like a cluster of black flames. He was tall and slender, more than 2.2 meters tall, and looked down at the short human in front of him, and spoke in a voice with no emotion:

"You are no longer human."

"Among mixed-race species...can there be aliens like you?"

The ancient language composed entirely of dragon characters forcefully thrust the meaning of the words into the listener's consciousness. The young girl Yuan frowned, and there was a bright red color flowing on the palm of her hand raised forward.

"Do you want to protect him?"

His voice was as cold as steel, as if the person in front of him was not the great dragon king, "Protect these scum born from human beings, protect these dragon kings who are as filthy as maggots?"

Herzog was hung on the branch of blood like a barbecued pork on a skewer. The contaminated blood in his body barely maintained his life, but he had no ability to refute the young girl.

He stared with blurred vision at the only shining entity in his dim vision, the great dragon king... waiting in fear for his sentence.

"He prayed to me."

"He gave me everything he had."

The King of Wind put his hands behind his back and answered Yuan Zhennu's question calmly.

"...In that case, I want to thank you for your answer."

The young girl frowned and spread her palms to the side as if she were reassured. A large amount of blood as heavy as mercury flowed down from her palms. Different from the cyan dragon blood of the upper dragon clan, the dragon blood flowing from his palm was clear in color and lingered with a faint floral fragrance.

The moment the blood dripped to the ground, strange blood flowers bloomed, and red flowers with slightly curved branches and strange petals grew on the pool of blood.

Maybe there are other reasons, but for Minamoto Girl...

Determining the identity of the enemy is enough.

As if to declare, standing on the pool of blood that quickly expanded to cover her feet, Minamoto Girl clenched her bleeding palms and solemnly chanted: "Come out, Kazama Ruri!"

A blood-red shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

Kazama Ruri, who thought she would fall into a long sleep, opened her eyes again, and what came into view was the back of her other self, and the king in front, surrounded by the breeze, like a pale sun.

The next moment, he already understood the current situation.

Even if a loser like me wants to turn it into power, should I continue to use it in this way... With such thoughts flashing through his mind, Kazama Ruri did not look at his dreaming brother behind him, but sneered from the palm of his hand. He drew out a sharp blade made purely of blood solidification.

"A battle against gods... This is really exciting!"

Staring at the motionless King of Wind, Yuan Zhennu also did not look back, slowly took out the Nine-Character Concentration, and said softly, "Please, another me."

——On it.

The two-in-one Minamoto Girl and Kazama Ruri turned into a bloody gust of wind and swept across the short distance between them and the enemy, wielding the sharp blades in their hands from two different angles!

The dragon's blood drives the body, and the mechanical power assists the explosion. At this moment, Yuan Zhennu's consciousness is extremely clear and concentrated... she uses all the power in her body to explode out, using the dragon's blood as fuel to keep burning, pushing herself forward. The power of the sword!

Hell-like killing intent emerged on the sword blades wielded by him and his other self.

At this moment, the environment in the mirror realm became blurred like water-soaked paint, and the separation between dreams and reality became no longer clear-cut.

As the "Emperors", Uesugi Koshi and Minamoto's sight could hardly capture the trajectory of this sword. The Dragon King also seemed to be stunned by this sword, and was stopped in place by the murderous intention and power in it!
This is...the Sword of Hell! !

But at this moment, a misty sound sounded like it was melting into the wind.

"Awakening the sleeping alter ego from hell... It's really a 'spiritual' approach."

The unnamed Wind King quietly looked down at everything in front of him, and gently raised the index finger of his right hand behind his back.

Suddenly a clear singing voice sounded in the void.

And the next moment, everything in the mirror realm...

stopped.

...

...

At the same time, on the continent far away on the other side of the ocean, sitting on both sides of the plastic round table, the expressions of the two dragon kings who were communicating changed at the same time.

"That rascal……"

"Finally I couldn't help but show up!"

There was anger in Xia Mi's eyes that seemed to burn the entire atrium, and Wuyue's vision became dark and deep.

　I'm settling down for a while, and will resume normal updates next month. I haven't written for so long that I feel like I won't be able to write anymore. It's such a shame.

　　I really want to use Hell War God to write an article.

　　There is a meeting to be held at noon, and there should be another update in the evening.

　　(End of this chapter)