Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Chapter 47 047. God

it's true...

god?
Dazzling light pours down from top to bottom into the entire cabin. In the wild rain curtain, every raindrop reflects the intense light that burns people's eyes even through the eyelids, like ten thousand sharp swords falling from the sun. , in this dazzling light, God wears a silver mask and rides an eight-legged horse, which spits out thunder and lightning.

Odin!

Odin!

Odin!

The ancient dragon text resounded in Mance's ears, and the name of God was sung by the entire world. His eyes were temporarily blinded, but the Dustless Land soon helped him to open his eyes again.

It was as if time and space had been disrupted. In Mance's eyes, the god's body seemed to be shaking.

"What happened?" Mance's Adam's apple rolled, and he still raised his gun vigilantly.

What was supposed to happen happened.

The twisted spear was steaming upward with hot air at the moment, and thick blood was flowing down along the tip of the weapon.

There was no other sound except the rain crackling on the metal surface.

Mance slowly turned his head. The first mate standing next to him had a blank look in his eyes. This iron-clad man was lowering his head and looking at his chest.

Something penetrated there, and when no one could see it, God pierced the heart with a spear.

A huge tear appeared on the upper right side of the plaid polo shirt, and a huge blood flower burst out from the first mate's chest. It is inappropriate to call it a blood flower, but should be said to be a fountain.

A sixty centimeter-high column of blood spurted out from the first mate's chest. He looked at Mance for the last time, and thick blood overflowed from his mouth.

Mance opened his mouth silently. He saw that everyone was like this. The god pierced their hearts with a spear in an instant. The despicable humans who dared to swing the sword at the god spurted a huge amount of blood from their chests. The blood sprayed on the walls, The ground smelled fishy and sweet to the point of nauseating.

Death sounded like a bell, it was the God of Death harvesting life, no one knew what was happening.

When God first met, a total of 24 people including the crew of the Monyach and the commissioner of the Kassel Executive Department were killed, 19 of whom were killed.

The tragic chapter is deafening, the poet named Death sings in the wind, Mance stares fiercely into the single eye of God, and the desert eagle in his hands makes a thunderous roar.

Of course you can't use the damn Frigga bullets against this kind of target, there are DUM bullets in them!
The tip of the bullet is not covered and the lead core is exposed. After the bullet is fired into the human body, the lead core expands or ruptures. As long as it is hit from the front, death will be declared directly.

But God was just expressionless, or contemptuously motionless. The bullets that were so dangerous that they could kill an African elephant instantly seemed like nothing in front of him. Those warheads were floating out of thin air before they even touched him, and the warheads after the primer was activated appeared. The burning color of brass is beautiful and enchanting. Another realm covers his body, that realm is isolated from all mundane things.

Regarding Mance's counterattack, the god was neither surprised nor angry, but still looked down from a high position, with a silver iron mask covering his face, and his only pupil was the color of lava, which reminded people of Sauron's evil eye in The Lord of the Rings, so majestic. So sacred, it is what the ancient gods should look like when they revive in the world.

More intense gunshots were fired in Mance's hands. The Desert Eagle roared and poured out bullets like a rain of bullets towards Odin. The realm of the Dustless Land of Word Spirit was expanded to the maximum. Mance's eyes were as golden as sun.

His whole body was soaked with the blood of the people around him. The blood that burst out from his heart was extremely hot. Some of it was violently sprinkled into Mance's eyes. The hot dragon's blood burned Mance. eyeball.

He let out a meaningless roar, and only by clenching the weapon in his hand could his anger and hatred weaken slightly, but God just looked at him silently, with a terrifying and majestic single eye.

The corpses all over the place were still twitching, and some people were still making hoarse sounds in their throats.

"Please stay where you are and stick together as a team. There are still 18 minutes until support from the Chinese branch arrives."

"Please stay where you are and stick together as a team. There are still 18 minutes left before the support from the Chinese branch arrives."

"Please stay where you are and stick together. There is still time left before the support from the Chinese branch..." Norma's voice rang over the Monyach's broadcast over and over again. The surveillance probe in the activity room had already spotted Odin's arrival. Instantly destroyed by the terrifying high-voltage direct current, even the world's top artificial intelligence like Norma was unable to judge the situation at this moment without obtaining on-site data.

"Stay away from us, Norma! Stay away from us!" Mance's voice was as rough as an angry lion.

He emptied the magazines in the two Desert Eagles in an instant, and then pulled out the black spurs from his waist.

This weapon is long and sharp, with three terrifying blood grooves.

A milky white film of light appears at the edge of the dust-free land, and dense static electricity is generated at the edge of this field, originating from the holy words of the dragon. This is Mance's last resort.

He tore off the coat that was soaked in blood and stuck tightly to his body, revealing the undulating mountains of muscles as hard as steel.

Although this old guy holds the title of professor, his muscles are as strong as a lion and a tiger. He seems to be a true hero who convinces others with his virtue.

The rainwater that poured in from the big hole in the roof of the activity room of the Monyach was blocked by the realm of the Dustless Land. Countless deadlies gathered around the edge of this hole, but they did not dare to get close to the god no matter what. .They just cried like babies, and their violent golden eyes always revealed the desire to vent their violence.

Mance knew that everything that happened here would be known to the third officer, the most senior man on the ship, and that he would do the right thing.

Mance knew that as long as he could hold on for a few more minutes, hundreds of kilograms of TNT-equivalent explosives would be detonated, and the ship and all the Deadpools clinging to it would be blown into the sky.

Maybe even gods will be harmed.

Thinking of this, Mance actually laughed hysterically. He held the military thorn tightly in his right hand, and the muscles in his whole body tightened in an instant. The dragon's blood was pumped to his limbs and bones by his powerful heart, "Come! God! Are you too? Will it bleed?!”

He roared fiercely and stepped on the alloy floor of the Monyach, causing cracks like spider silk.

The domain of the Dustless Land expands infinitely, and the static electricity permeating the surface of the domain is intertwined and intertwined, making crackling sounds.

Now Mance seemed to be enveloped in white light. This huge ball of light sank as he squatted, and then moved upstream as he suddenly jumped up and charged!

Mance waved the military spur in his hand, and the surface of the military spur was covered with a layer of lingering flames due to the terrifying high speed.

Mance felt that he was getting closer and closer to the infinite majesty. He roared and roared, but in the next moment, all the sounds disappeared.

Mance's roars and roars came to an abrupt end.

The realm of the Dustless Land was shattered, and the entire Monyach fell into deathly darkness and silence, leaving only the sound of wind and rain.

At this moment, there was thunder that split the sky, the distant sky exploded, and the lightning that illuminated the entire world fell from the sky, reflecting in the cabin of the Monyach at this time.

The shadows cast by the lightning on the blood-stained wall were silently telling what happened at this moment. The man who stood up to fight was pierced through the heart by a sharp spear, and then was lifted high by the god riding a monster-like horse, as if A sacrifice to another god.

Mance gasped like a bellows from his vocal cords. His lungs were destroyed by the huge force of what was in front of him, his internal organs were bleeding heavily, and his heart was penetrated.At this time, he clearly knew that God was standing in front of him, but he could do nothing but cling to the spear that penetrated his heart like an invisible soul.

"How mean," said God.

Mance lowered his eyelids, but the god's other hand held his head like an adult holding a snooker ball, making him look at him.

Blood overflowed from the corners of Mance's mouth, eyes and nose. What he saw was the single eye of God. What a majestic dragon pupil it was. He had only seen the golden pupil of the next generation of the prince's title not long ago, but Compared to God, their eyes were like the fluorescent light next to the steam lights of a freighter, small and weak.

The god stared at Mance, and now Mance knew what he was going to do.

A wave of spiritual power that did not belong to Mance poured into the old guy's mind from his eyes. His hatred, his anger, and his reason all dispersed and faded away like clouds swept by a strong wind.

I just want to kneel down.

I just want to worship.

Even though death was right in front of him, Mance still used all his strength to close his eyes, but the thin layer of flesh and blood could not block the sun-like light, and even the majesty of God was burning this layer of flesh and blood.

"Your memory is very valuable, I will eat your value." God's voice was majestic and terrifying.

"Spit!" Mance spat out thick blood foam toward the iron face of God. The things composed of water, hemoglobin and a small amount of amylase were evaporated before they even got close to the silver iron face. "Want to eat my value?" Mance suddenly pulled out another Mitsubishi short sword hidden in his waist that was smaller and easier to hide and carry, and fiercely cut it along the eyeline of his eyes. own eyeballs.

Now, the spirit of God could no longer affect him, and uncontrollable blood burst out from the messy eye sockets.

He destroyed his own eyes.

"Eat shit, you!" Mance said.

At this time, he could no longer feel the severe pain, and he no longer knew what fear was. The surging anger and hatred filled the old guy's heart.

He was so brave and powerful at this moment, like an ancient hero challenging the gods.

Mance felt death approaching, and a huge amount of blood was flowing from his body.

His eyes were punctured, and tears of blood were streaming down his face.

The god gently shook off Mance, who was hanging on his weapon like an old rag doll.

He was so tall, so burly, so invincible.

The horse's body covered with iron-green scales breathed thunder from its mouth, and its breath was hot and heavy, spitting on Mance's face.

"Who are you?" Mance's bloodline is very good. Even if his heart is cut, he can still continue his life for a short time.

At this time, there was an ancient and sturdy phonograph device running in his underwear. Manstein laughed at him because of this, but Manstein said that this thing would always come in handy.

Now, it comes in handy.

God did not respond to his questions and would not respond to his questions.

Odin just came to Mance's side. He looked down with such cold eyes, and the weapon named Kungunir in his hand was raised above his head again.

Now, Mans Rundstedt knows that he is coming to the end of his life.

He said in a voice that was very soft but enough to be heard by everything in this activity room, "You are Odin, but you are definitely not a god. What are you? Which dragon king are you?"

He then coughed violently, and the blood he coughed up contained fragments of internal organs.

"Come on, kill me! My students and my old friends will avenge me, and they will hunt you to the ends of the earth!" Mance was full of confidence. He was living in the best of times, and the last dragon-slaying hero was still alive. Before he died, a new dragon-slaying hero had grown up.After his death, all those who dare to call themselves gods will be cramped and boned, and their heads will be chopped off with swords soaked in dragon blood!
But suddenly, Mance's fierce expression changed.

He heard someone calling him.

"Professor, Professor Mance!" The girl called softly in sadness and fear, and he recognized it. It was his student Thelma.

"No! Selma! Don't come here! Get that thing out of here!" Mance stretched out his hand blankly, trying to grab Odin or one of the lower limbs of the eight-legged horse, but he was too weak, and the horse was as cruel as a monster. He stepped hard and broke his arm, with bone spurs emerging from the elbow joint and bloody ligaments.

God turned his gaze to the direction from which the sound came.

Thelma worked hard to light up her golden eyes, which were so dim and fragile. Her body was trembling, but she was holding the long Atkan knife called Gluttony in her hand.

The handle of this combat knife was densely covered with metal scales. They were in an open state for a long time and were sharper than any knife. They severely cut Thelma's palm and penetrated into the girl's flesh. Greedily drinking blood.

Thelma forcibly pulled out Gluttony, one of the Seven Deadly Sins. It was impossible for Thelma to do it because of her bloodline, but she just did it.

Something called courage grew in her soul.

For a few moments, Thelma felt like she saw those dragon slayers who died one by one in history and over the years.They sacrificed ten times and a hundred times the life of the dragon and penetrated the dragon's heart with the deadly sword.

That is the history of the Camarilla, and it is a bloody history.They are the Great Wall in the darkness. Whoever dies on the battlefield will be honored, and whoever survives on the battlefield will be reviled.

Thelma is really not a personal hero, but she is not willing to survive in such a battlefield.

The great sword was awakened in the girl's hands.

It let out a violent and proud roar, the incomplete but great alchemy field was activated, the knife named Gluttony was raised, and for a moment, a strong wind seemed to be howling in the cabin.

"Thelma, my student, you are awesome." Mance's voice became weaker and weaker, until finally, the eternal and dead darkness completely surrounded him.

Thelma cried silently, her body still trembling, her bare feet stepped on the metal floor full of blood, the dead waiters wailed and roared as if they wanted to tear her apart, but they didn't dare to touch her She has nothing.

The realm of the Seven Deadly Sins shelters Thelma.

These swords rarely come to life, and their awakening always means the death of the king, but now they answer the call of some humble human being, for in this human's bones flows something from the man who forged them.

That is an unwilling soul!
Each sword trembled in its box, longing to be drawn out.

But Thelma's bloodline was too low, and just pulling out Gluttony almost used up all her strength.

The dragon's blood in the girl's body was being consumed at a terrifying speed, but the time for the third officer to plant the bomb was far from enough. She still needed to buy more time for him.

"Professor, you don't want to die." Thelma cried softly. At this time, she was thinking about what to do with her internship report if Professor Mance really died here.
Such a useless thought only occurred once in Thelma's mind and then disappeared.

Because Selma was horrified to find that Odin, who was more than ten meters away from her, actually appeared in front of her.

The spear was being raised above the god's head, as if it was about to pierce the heart.

But Gluttony slammed into Kungunir's body at a strange angle.

This mythical weapon forged by Norton begins to show its majesty at this moment.

Odin's expression remained unchanged, and he raised the spear again.

But he suddenly stopped, the eight-legged horse was neighing wildly and restlessly, and the golden eyes flowing like lava were cast on the deck of the Monyach.

At this time, lightning tore through the sky.

Thelma saw a figure as straight as a sword standing there, and the golden eyes that were not inferior to those of gods were lit up in the eyes of that figure.

"Lu Mingfei..." There was a cry in her voice.

"It's not enough to kill you once, I have to kill you a second time."

Lu Mingfei raised his lust with difficulty. He saw the dead crew member. At this time, the knife was as heavy as a mountain.

He said, "Will you still be Deadpool this time? Or, if I kill you this time, you will really die!" Lu Mingfei was so angry that he seemed to be biting the blade between his teeth, and those words came from The surface of the blade flows and bursts out.

The Seven Deadly Sins let out truly furious dragon roars at this moment. They have never been so eager to drink blood as at this moment.

But in the dark rain, the young man wearing a black diving suit was far away from the battlefield.

He communicated with the big shots across the ocean through a certain device. He said, "The mission failed. Something else is eyeing those swords from mythology."

"What is it?" The man's voice was calm and dignified, with the tone and aura that can only be possessed by someone who has been at the top of power for a long time.

"God," said the young man.

(End of this chapter)