Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 193 Scene 138 This is a last-ditch battle

The blood slowly covered his pupils, and his vision was filled with red.

He knew that he couldn't hold on any longer. Challenging the Dragon King was already beyond the limits of a human... no, a hybrid.

He opened his arms as if he were standing on the top of a mountain and about to jump.

In his mind, the ink-black sea began to rise, slowly submerging his consciousness. He gradually couldn't remember who he was. His chest was filled with huge joy, as if he was about to fall asleep or start to dance.

Three blood explosions, the ultimate nightmare, and a dance of killing immersed in a dream.

This time he would not wake up from the black dream, nor would he see the angel lowering his head in the sunshine, as if to kiss his lips.

He will become Deadpool and his past friends will be proud to kill him.

The remaining human consciousness is only enough for this dragon-shaped body to fight until it kills the Dragon King, or is killed by the Dragon King.

"Blood Explosion" is actually a kind of exchange, exchanging the human heart for the heart of killing.

Just like in the myth, Odin was hung on a tree for nine days and nine nights in the wind and rain in order to obtain the power of "Runas". He was sacrificed to the god, that is, himself, and paid a high price of one eye.

Those who wish to gain power must sacrifice their souls.

He opened the cage and released...the Dragon King's heart.

"Have you given up your identity as a human?" The dragon narrowed his golden eyes and looked at Chu Zihang, "Is the so-called "courage" so important?Enough to make you abandon your human identity to prove it? "

Obviously Chu Zihang could no longer answer this question. At this time, he only had one remaining thought: kill the dragon in front of him.

"Then I'll answer for him." Lu Shanyan's eyes were bleeding. "Courage means not being afraid of death or losing. We persist, we don't kneel down, and we won't be slaves to dragons... … Only in this way can we have a future.”

The "Vampire Scythe" danced wildly, and he walked towards the dragon step by step.

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"Arrogant!" The other party's voice became colder and filled with rage, "You only have one hand left. Do you think you can defeat me with a knife in your left hand?"

"No, I don't have to win you." Meineke waved the long knife, shook off the blood drops on the knife, squatted slightly, and tapped the ground lightly with the tip of the knife, "I just need to beat you to half a disability, my new friends. Will find a way for me."

"Ni Kasaya, this is a Japanese sword technique. One of your companions is good at folding knives and using this technique." The other party whispered.

"Yes, his name is Angers, and he is probably dead now." Meineke said lightly.

"Is this the way you treat your companions?"

"The so-called companion means stepping on his body and finishing what he wants to do!" Menike flashed out, the rain splashing under his feet as his steps shook the ground, and his windbreaker flew up in the water curtain.

The Atkan sword from Turkey was hidden under the long hem of the windbreaker and swung out. The clear light cut diagonally from the upper left to the lower right, but it did not slash towards the shadow hiding in the darkness, but slashed three meters in front of him. Place, three meters away with no one around.

The mournful blood color was as bright and dazzling as the red dye splashed in the void.

Meineke is now a peerless painter, the brush is the long knife in his hand, and he is painting in the air.

A dark shadow seemed to be "washed" out by blood, appeared out of thin air, and retreated rapidly.

He was too light, as light as a fallen leaf. He was almost "pushed" back by Menieke's long knife, but Menieke's long knife was too fast. It was a reverse cassock that had been charged for a long time. The blade cut open the opponent's shoulder, and the blade dipped in silver amalgam injected poison into the opponent's blood.

Menieke strode forward, while the opponent retreated like the wind. The surrounding military attachés chased and slashed at Menieke's back. The blade of the knife opened the back of Menieke's windbreaker, causing bloodshot splatters.

But there were still a few centimeters left, and they couldn't give Menieke a fatal blow. As long as no one could cut him down, Menieke continued to move forward. He broke into the crowd, and he was running like crazy. He is a [-]-meter runner in the Olympics, but he is faster than any [-]-meter runner!
He weaved in and out of the knives until his opponent stretched out his hand.

The opponent held his knife with one hand, and with incredible martial arts, the opponent used his five fingers to use force on his blade, accelerated again, and got rid of Menike's blade.

Meniek had no way to continue to accelerate. He turned around and slashed horizontally. The four pursuing military attachés were stabbed in the chest. Meniek put away his sword and ducked, spun around, and cut all of their knees with another knife, forcing them to He had to kneel down, and then quickly pierced the hearts of all of them with four knives.

"Vicomte Charlotte!" he shouted.

Viscount Charlotte, who was guarding the carriage, whipped out a revolver like lightning.

"The Instant Drawing Technique"!
Three silver bullets killed the remaining three military attachés in an instant, and with almost the same sound, seven corpses fell around Meineke.

Meineke was seriously injured, but he smiled again.

Once again he succeeded, he didn't care about his back, it only increased his pain, all he really needed was his feet intact and an arm that could swing a knife.

He was suddenly stunned because the opponent who was forced to reveal himself raised his head.

"woman?"

"Unexpected?" The other person covered the wound on his shoulder and stood up straight. His long black hair hung down, half covering his plain white face.

It was a woman, but her voice was deeper than that of ordinary women. No wonder Menike felt that his voice sounded clearer and better. It was usually difficult for men to have such a clear voice.

"How did you find me?" the woman asked.

"'Mingzhao'. "Mai Shutoku crossed her hands and said slowly, "This Yanling still has many shortcomings. "

"Because Mr. Meineke, like me, is a beauty detector, hahahaha." Fingel laughed boldly, "Speaking of this beauty, if you were not an enemy, I would quite like to have a meal with you. .”

"Want to have a meal...?" the woman said softly.

"Within your domain, the light will be distorted. Even under the scorching sun, all you can see is dim black mist. In the dark, it is even harder to detect." Meineke told the truth. "So you are very confident. I never understood why you were so fast at first. Every time you hit me, I didn't have time to see your face, and you immediately retreated."

"Actually, that person standing in the darkness was just your puppet. You didn't pounce at all. You were always near me, waiting for the opportunity to attack." Menike said, "But you were negligent. You were negligent. It rained tonight. Yes, the rain refracts the firelight, which is visible, but when it falls into your domain, it disappears, and the rain exposes you."

The woman was silent for a long time and sighed, "After too many years, humans are finally strong enough to challenge us head-on."

"It will be even more powerful. We are working on aircraft that are heavier than air. Our ships can sail around the earth. The prototype of advanced rifles that can be fired continuously has appeared... The era is no longer your era."

"After a thousand years of silence, when you wake up, the world no longer belongs to you..." The woman sighed softly, "Is this the so-called fate of "abandoning the clan"? "

She silently brushed away the long hair that covered half of her face, straightened her chest, and tied her long hair back with an emerald-colored hairpin.She stood gracefully, and turned out to be a beautiful Chinese girl. Her pale golden eyes reflected the firelight, like a layer of faint clouds flying across her pupils.

The moment he stared into her eyes, Meineke could not regard her as an enemy.Her eyes have a heavy, sad beauty, but are as firm as a rock.

She tore off a black sleeve entirely from the crack on her shoulder and threw it into the rain, revealing her arm covered with ancient totems, like a lush vine growing around her slender arm.

"Meniek Cassel, what kind of world do you expect?" the woman asked softly.

Meineke was stunned, "There is no power, a free world, giving everyone a sky and a place to live, with dreams and dignity... live, keep living, always with dreams and dignity. Probably." That’s it.”

"It's almost the same as our dreams." The woman smiled lightly, "But your and my dreams are completely different, because only one species can live at the top of the food chain, you or us."

She looked up at the sky, "Live with a dream and dignity... live... live... live!"

There was a hint of sadness in her voice, but she smiled.

The rain all over the sky was stirred up by a powerful force field and flew backwards. Unparalleled power was generated from the woman's body. It was a bone-eroding wind that shot out in all directions, squeezing out the rain and dust and destroying everything. Shoot short.

The force field surrounds the woman. It is a hemispherical field. The air rotates at high speed, forming an invisible barrier.

""Yan Ling·Pure Place". "Viscount Charlotte exclaimed.

This was not a very high-level word spirit, but he had never seen anyone expand the domain of this word spirit to such a large extent, so big... that it almost swallowed them up.

The woman walked towards the carriage, her pale golden pupils seemed to be on fire, and her pupils were so bright in the darkness.

Viscount Charlotte didn't even have time to think. He fired all the remaining three silver bullets in the revolver without hitting any of them. The bullets immediately flew out diagonally when they touched the surface of the powerful air vortex.

"Dustless Land" was originally a word spirit used for defense. When it is strengthened to the extreme, the defense formed by the rotating air is as hard as iron.

"She will tear us apart with air currents..." Viscount Charlotte understood.

The result of being caught up in the strongest barrier is to be crushed.The woman constructs a powerful tornado from her own center.

Only the eye of the storm where she is is safe. Everything close to her will be torn to pieces. This can be seen from the ground under her feet. After the soil is peeled away, the rocks are exposed, and the terrible wind blows under her feet. Traces are carved one after another on the rocks.

"Why bother? It won't be easy for you to drive the spirit spirit like this. No matter how pure your bloodline is, you are not of the ancient dragon race of the first generation and second generation. You will be drained to death." Mei Nick stepped back slowly.

He did not expect that his opponent would suddenly show a desperate offensive posture. This way of releasing power was like squeezing himself until he was drained dry.

He originally thought that his side had already gained a huge advantage, but the storm swept through and all the advantages were reversed by the other party's spirit of speech.

The price was obvious. The corners of the woman's eyes were like red pearls condensing, and then slowly drooping. The huge brain pressure caused by releasing the spirit of words made her eyes bleed, but it also made her breathtakingly beautiful.

"As you Chinese say, you are "drying up the lake, fishing and burning the forest, and hunting." "Meinek continued, "You are the only one left, why not retreat and don't block our way. "

"It's useless to retreat, because I can't go back to China. I knew before I set off that I only have one mission here." The woman's voice rotated with the storm, as if she had swooped down from thousands of miles above, carrying the spirit with her. General majesty.

"Egg"? "Meineke turned to look at the carriage. Marquis Gambert in the carriage hugged the box tightly in his arms.

"That is the hope of our clan, and it will bring about the revival of the Holy Dynasty. You don't know what it is, right? Because you are still too young and have not really taken over the power of the secret party." The woman looked at Meineke , "It is also the hope of mankind. It contains... the flesh and blood of Black King Nidhogg!"

Meineke couldn't help but tremble. He had never carefully guessed what the "egg" was. He believed that one day the Council of Elders would reveal this secret to him. There were too many secrets in the secret party. He would guess one by one and never guess. Not finished.

But when the mystery was revealed, it far exceeded his most exaggerated imagination. Over the past few hundred years, dozens of generations of secret party elites had been sacrificed, and there were no clues pointing to the mysterious Black King. That black head was silent in ancient history. The giant dragon, the ancestor of all dragons.

And he actually lived in the box in the hands of Marquis Gambert, sleeping all the time.

Meineke turned to look at Viscount Charlotte, who nodded silently.

"Humans, you think that for the past thousands of years, you have been waiting on tenterhooks for our awakening and living a miserable life. You think that you are complacent about gaining the power of science and you can sit back and relax from now on, right?"

"But for the past few thousand years, our clan has been sleeping in the darkness, and the never-ending dream continues indefinitely. In the dream, we think of familiar faces again and again, but we cannot touch their hands." The woman's voice was erratic and sad. , "We haven't given up yet, just because of the existence of the Black King, his awakening will make all our waiting meaningful!"

"I understand," Menike raised his head and let out a long sigh, "but we also have no choice. The day of your glory is the day of our enslavement."

The distance between the woman and him was already less than 20 meters. The fierce wind was carrying tiny gravels and purple alfalfa flowers approaching him. At some point, there was a trace of blood on his face, and a piece of gravel fell on his face. It crossed his face when he didn't see it clearly.

The wound on his right arm was bleeding profusely, and the blood threads were twisting in the wind like slender flames, not falling, but being carried up into the sky by the wind.

His blood loss was already severe and he would collapse at any time.

"My friends over there, can you give me some cover?" Menike said. He squatted down again, dragged the knife behind him, and turned his cassock to prepare for action.

"No problem." Mai Shutoku was still chewing bubble gum.

This is the last stand.

(End of this chapter)