Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Such tension is truly daunting. The child ignited by anger is also burning with a fierce light, and the god is also burning with a fierce light. When the sword and the knife collide, the entire Nibelung is shaking.

"Young Master..." Someone came forward with a knife in hand and called out in a low voice beside Caesar, but this boy, whose temperament was somehow as calm as a mountain, just stretched out a hand firmly and calmly, and made a gesture of silence.

Any half-blood would know what the Qi realm that appeared before them was.

That was a dangerous area. The edge of the area where the air met the air appeared a bright red gold due to the extremely high temperature.

Caesar could be sure that Chu Zihang's characteristics were integrated into this field. The words of the Lionheart Club's president were kept highly confidential in the academy, but Caesar always knew what a dangerous power that was.

Before accepting the Nibelungen Plan, the Jun Flame released by Chu Zihang was comparable to a gas combustion bomb released at close range, and the local temperature that could be applied to still objects was as high as two thousand degrees Celsius. After accepting the Nibelungen Plan, although this guy's words did not undergo earth-shaking changes like Caesar's sickle-weasel, the increase in power was also incredible.

Even when they were carrying out the mission of infiltrating Genji Heavy Industries together, Chu Zihang used Blood Rage when he was attacked by a prince-level dragon-shaped corpse guard. His bloodline was greatly improved, and Jun Yan also had a tendency to continue evolving into a higher-level Word Spirit.

Jun Yan was originally identified as a high-risk Word Spirit by the academy. So far, there is still no conclusion as to whether the evolved form of this Word Spirit is the miraculous "Rhine" or the world-destroying Word Spirit "Zhulong" that is exclusive to the king. But no matter which one it is, as long as Chu Zihang has anything to do with them, in his blood-bursting state, he will be like a small-yield human nuclear bomb.

The brilliant light, the overwhelming breath of death and the bloodline suppression that would make any half-blood tremble, these were exactly the characteristics of Odin known to the academy.

At this moment, even Caesar was not sure to what extent Chu Zihang had pushed his blood-rage to be able to fight with gods.

"The words of Chu Tianjiao in the gray list are very rare. I think even if Odin turns him into his puppet, he will not give a puppet the power of a true king." Caesar casually pulled out a long sword with a graceful shape from the waist muscle of the man beside him. The blade was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the brilliant light and fire.

He brought the knife close to the edge of the field, and the blade and handle began to tremble uncontrollably. White-purple static electricity was like roots growing from the roots of a banyan tree, swirls around where the blade touched the air wall.

Black fire snakes with a temperature of thousands of degrees Celsius could not wait to swim out from the inside of the field and wrap around the blade of the long sword.

Caesar's forearm muscles bulged like hard steel. He grasped the hilt of the knife and pushed the blade fiercely into the field. Two seconds later, a huge wave of high-temperature air destroyed this ancient alchemical knife that even left its name in history. Countless steel fragments that were even smaller than a fingernail flew out, and then were spun by the wild wind in the field, turning into bright droplets and black ashes in the air.

The bright metal droplets hovered in the air, and two seconds later, as if attracted by a strong magnetization phenomenon, they shot towards the air wall of the field like bullets.

The man who was guarding Caesar with a knife had a slightly changed expression.

The ancient alchemical sword destroyed by the field in front of him was not some second-rate item, but a treasure forged from recycled metal by the alchemist master of the time in the Middle Ages when dragons were still rampant.

The ancient alchemical sword that had been treasured by the Gattuso family for hundreds of years had killed countless Deadpools and had also drunk the blood of pure-blooded dragons.

Hundreds of extremely intense battles failed to destroy this weapon, but Caesar simply pushed it into the edge of the field and it was instantly shattered by the high-temperature airflow.

"Leave here, this battle is not our responsibility!" the man whispered.

"It's not yours, but it's definitely mine." Caesar slapped the broken knife on the chest of the man next to him. He took a deep breath, and the flickering flame in his pupils suddenly burned as if a large glass of alcohol was poured into it.

The azure scales spread back along the corners of the boy's eyes, and soon covered his cheeks.

Caesar's facial features also changed. Sharp protrusions grew on his cheekbones and frontal bones, as if they could break through the skin at any time. The dilated capillaries were divided into the red color of the arteries and the bright blue color of the veins, crawling all over his face like a group of snakes.

The blood rushed directly from the first degree to the third degree, and Caesar Gattuso slowly straightened his spine on the fuselage of Harley Davis.

The loyal guards who were guarding him slowly retreated because a terrifying aura suddenly emanated from the boy.

The aura was so solemn and yet so violent, like a combination of an angry monarch and a bloodthirsty beast.

"Caesar, Mr. Frost and the head of the Pompey family have lost contact. You are now the only hope of the Gattuso family!" Someone hid his trembling heart and whispered behind Caesar.

But the man slowly looked up at the sky and let out such a long breath that appeared pale in the rain.

"When I was still in college, someone said something to me. He told me, Caesar, the friendship between men is as strong as diamond." Caesar said, his voice was hard and his cheeks were hard. When he stood there, he looked like an ancient stone sculpture.

"If someone wants to kill my friend, then kill me too. This is Caesar Gattuso's justice!"

The soldiers of the Gattuso family suddenly panicked. There was the sound of howling wind in the rain, but in the kingdom of the dead, all elements were still and wind should not exist.

At this moment they finally realized that thousands and tens of thousands of killers had been circling around them since before they set foot in this area.

The shapes of those crazy assassins gradually appeared, and they turned out to be countless transparent shadows.

The vampire sickle has reached the end of this word spirit, but Caesar's bloodline in the third blood-burst state has been pushed to the extreme.

In his rage, the flock of birds that originally lived deep in the boy's consciousness actually appeared in the real world.

This should have been impossible, but this was Nibelungen, known as a land of miracles. In the kingdom of the dead, the seven kingdoms of alchemy twinkled like strings of stars in every corner of the world.

As expected of someone with divine blood flowing in his veins...

Just a subconscious roar in anger mobilized the most mysterious "life creation" in the seven kingdoms...

Thousands of pairs of translucent thin wings made a shrill buzzing sound, and the rain that approached these crazy sickle-tailed weasels was blown away by the strong wind they fanned from a long distance.

Those seemingly fragile thin wings brought about a rotating hurricane, and the sound of the wind was as if Caesar was waving a million thin knives around him, and the whistling sounds of cutting the air merged together.

"Then listen carefully, my next order is..." Caesar took out his hand that was originally pressed on his waist. That thing could no longer be called a hand. It was more like the claws of some ancient predator. The black and hard keratin had replaced the nails.

In his sharp claws he holds the ancient alchemical weapon, the Dick Tudo.

The short hunting knife hummed and shook off the rain. It was Caesar's wrist that was vibrating at an incredible frequency, and the whistling wind seemed to be attached to the blade.

"Go to the largest elemental turbulence in this city. This war still requires your strength," said Caesar.

The short hunting knife stabbed fiercely into the red boundary wall of the area.

Chu Zihang and Odin, who were fighting hard, were both momentarily distracted. When they noticed that the person who appeared was actually Caesar, Chu Zihang's hard facial bones actually cracked and revealed a smile. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his completely dragon-like vocal cords could no longer make human sounds, and only a hoarse roar remained.

Then the turbulent current from the outside world poured in like a torrent from the hole that Dick Tudo had cut in the field.

Countless sickle-weasels have completely transformed from transparent to bronze in color. Their bone wings are sharp and huge, and the air currents they create when combined can almost overturn mountains!
The men who followed Caesar only felt severe dizziness, which was the brain damage caused by the screaming of the sickle-weasel.

Just like real sickle-weasels, these little monsters that were originally fostered in Caesar's mind can also roar at ultrasonic frequencies. Under unified command, it is equivalent to him carrying an ultrasonic cannon with him!
One after another, the sickle-tailed weasels fearlessly drilled deeper into the territory. Their bronze bodies were burned to ashes. Before the ashes had even settled, the second or even more sickle-tailed weasels had already filled the vacant positions.

Caesar looked up above where Chu Zihang and Odin were fighting. There was a huge black vortex, almost parallel to the rain clouds. Countless black graffiti were circling silently, their pupils were dazzling gold.

Ravens are warriors following Odin. Caesar seized the opportunity and stepped into the realm surrounded by groups of sickle-weasels.

The sky suddenly seemed to come alive, and countless rains of fire fell.

That was not a rain of fire, but the eyes of thousands of ravens!

The sickle-weasel is a subspecies with dragon blood flowing in its body, and the same is true for these ravens with red-gold pupils.

But the rain that fell on Caesar suddenly shattered into a diffuse mist, which expanded rapidly and flew like a sharp sword.

A grim territory was released and continued to expand. More and stronger sickle-weasels were born from the territory. Caesar took a deep breath, and countless hoarsely roaring monsters passed by him and flapped their wings to fly into the sky.

At this moment, this man was like the lord of all armies.

The rain stopped falling. In the air, sickle-tailed weasels and ravens were flying in an interlaced manner under the gray clouds and mountains. They were biting and fighting, slashing with their sharp claws, and their shrill howls were like the sad cries from hell.

The battlefield of this group of crows was bloodier than one could imagine. When the rain fell again, it had turned blood red.

There were also black shadows standing in the puddles here, and their movements were like scenes from a movie with the pause button pressed.

Caesar pushed the bullets into the magazine of the Desert Eagle one by one, and he walked leisurely through the gaps between the shadows. The endless number of sickle-weasels in the field, with their sharp claws and the desire for blood that they had endured for thousands of years, ruthlessly tore apart the heroic spirits who served God.

In this unprecedented war, these created strange birds were greatly encouraged, and their suppressed bloodiness surged wildly.

With every step forward, a bloody storm arose around Caesar. The sky-blue scales slowly tore through his skin and emerged from his body, then snapped together one by one in the strong wind, making a metallic roaring sound.

Just like when Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang used Blood Rage, Caesar's body temperature was as high as if it was burning. The blood that flowed out when the scales tore through his skin turned into blood-colored steam and enveloped him in a few seconds.

His clothes were burned to ashes, revealing his muscular body and thick, deformed bones. Caesar's shadow was so distorted that it looked like an abstract director was filming a scene of a man turning into a devil.

When passing by the Maybach, the sound of an Irish folk song like wind chimes came into Caesar's ears. Now he finally understood what the song was expressing. It was a father and daughter singing in a low duet on the Irish plateau.

Caesar glanced at the old man in the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye.

His chest was cut open, the wound formed a huge cross, and the blood had soaked the old man's clothes and the seat of the Maybach.

The old hero finally fell at the end of the road he had fought for his whole life, and Caesar suddenly felt an endless rage in his heart. He ran, and the muzzle of the Desert Eagle spewed out huge flames. The roar of the gun shook the Nibelungen, and even the dead silence was torn apart.

The brass shells tumbled in the air, but those bullets that had been endowed with dragon-slaying properties by the alchemical matrix couldn't even break through the fierce light around Odin and Chu Zihang. They spun feebly, and the high temperature caused the metal to melt and splash everywhere.

There were only two bullets left in the magazine. Caesar put them back into his waist and grew iron-blue wings while running wildly!

When the wings flapped, the power was so great that countless black shadows were overturned, and countless sickle-tailed weasels followed Caesar forward, like the demons of hell chasing Satan's footsteps and charging towards the human world.

But suddenly Caesar heard the sound of wind coming from behind him, a huge sound of wind, and in this sound of wind were hidden the majestic sound of horse hooves and the roar of giant beasts.

He suddenly folded his wings, spun around, and stopped in mid-air, his red-gold eyes looking fiercely behind him.

Another ball of bright light descended from the sky.

Then there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sickle-weasel beside him screamed and attacked the gathering ravens.

What fell to the ground was a dead body.

A corpse that is so majestic, so hideous, and so beautiful.

It was a black dragon-like horse, as huge as a hill, with scales covering its body beneath its mane.

But at this moment a spear was slowly being pulled out from its heart.

The owner of the spear is...

The second Odin in this land of the dead.

The bright light faded, and Caesar saw a biting coldness seeping out of the eyes of this great god, and a dazzling blue flashed by.

"Leave," God whispered.
"Or die."

"Or," said Caesar.

He was stunned for a moment, and the next second, a Harley motorcycle weighing hundreds of kilograms was hit hard from his side.

A group of sickle-weasels made this move.

Then a bullet hit the fuel tank, and the expensive motorcycle exploded into a huge flame in mid-air. (End of this chapter)