Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 431 Please look carefully, this is my transformation!
Ever since the Nibelungen was taken away by Shadi, Odin has been thinking about taking it back all the time. After all, it is one of his important plans. At the same time, he also wants to see what method Shadi used to take away his exclusive territory, and whether he can learn from plagiarizing and robbing the Nibelungen from other dragon kings.

However, the opponent was too powerful. Even if the original body brought all the clones with him, they would still be defeated.

The elite troops sent by the Gattuso family to support the Chen family turned into vegetables the moment they entered the territory of China. They have not woken up yet, and it has not been figured out what caused this.

During this period, Odin also sent his clone to sneak into China.

With the blessing of divine power, the clone is more powerful than the elite hybrid. And because the clone is actually a puppet controlled by Odin from a distance, the strange energy that can turn the hybrid into a vegetable in an instant cannot affect it.

However, every time Odin controlled his puppet clone and tried to approach the city full of secrets and conspiracies, he would lose contact with the game character he controlled, just like those internet-addicted teenagers whose network cables had been unplugged.

At first, Odin thought that his whereabouts had been exposed and discovered by Xia Di, so when the other party was traveling to Tokyo, he sent his clone again to try to sneak in.

The results of this attempt were promising, as the connection was only disconnected the moment we entered the city.

Originally, he was prepared to make persistent efforts and take advantage of Xia Di's absence to dig out the other party's biggest secret.

Unfortunately, something went wrong along the way and he had to turn his attention back to Europe.

Fortunately, previous attempts had accumulated enough data. After months of research, Odin finally mastered the method to successfully sneak into the city. As long as Xia Di left China, his home would become his own back garden.

Of course, no one knows whether Xiadi has any backup plan. When the danger has not been confirmed, Odin will not personally go into battle in a "king against king, general against general" fight.

So he spent a lot of money, material resources and energy to get a material with excellent status, lineage and ability, and made a high-quality puppet clone, and by the way further strengthened the Gattuso family's voice in the secret party and the board of directors of Kassel College.

Shaking the glass of red wine as bright as blood, the man who claimed to be the Lord of the Gods revealed a determined smile on his lips.

Now Xia Di is still floating in the sky, and he has already arranged everything.

To be on the safe side, the process of transporting the clone was carefully arranged to ensure that it would not arouse suspicion from anyone, including the Dragon Group. Even the mixed-blood elite in charge of the transportation was hypnotized to forget his mission. Only after receiving special instructions after arriving at the destination would he remember his mission and enter Nibelungen according to the method he gave.

Even if the clone puppet loses contact with himself after entering Xia Di's rear area or Nibelungen, it can still act independently through the pre-implanted instructions and brainwashed consciousness. There is no need to worry about losing contact directly like before and appearing in an unknown crematorium to be burned to charcoal.

The man took a sip of the wine, savoring the lingering sweetness. His eyes fell on the blue waves in the distance, and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"It's safe!"

……

"Rumble--"

In Nibelungen, thunder roared in the dark cloudy night sky, and the cold winter rain fell mercilessly, dripping on the dark golden arm armor, turning into fine water droplets and splashing in all directions.

The heavy metal knight boots were submerged in the water on the ground, and the thick legs supported the body like a rock, standing in place. The dark golden belt was pulled up, and the upper body that should have had ape arms, chest, back and tiger waist was missing.

Behind the lower body with its legs apart, in a two-meter-radius pit, the horseless knight was lying on his back in the center of the pit. Only his right arm was intact, and the bronze mask on his face was covered with spider-web-like cracks. In his only remaining eye, golden light flickered, as if it could go out at any time.

Beneath him, a large pool of rootless water had gathered, mixing with the blood flowing from the cut on his waist to form a dirty black and red color.

Raindrops seeped in through the cracks in the bronze mask, mixing with the blood that continued to seep out of the facial features below, and slowly flowed out from the gap between the mask and the face.

The cut-in-half Odin's clone stared blankly at the lightning-filled night sky, with only confusion and a little disbelief in his heart.

Just now he uttered a cruel word, ready to use the Spear of Destiny that had returned to his hand to torture the traitor who betrayed the Lord God to death, and use the traitor's blood to wash away the tarnished glory of the Lord God.

However, just as he raised his spear to pierce the traitor who was still sitting on the eight-legged horse, a blade light like a startled white silk thread tore through the rain curtain in an instant and was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, the Horseless Knight tried to turn the spear around to smash the magnificent sword light, but Gungnir, who he thought was back under control, remained unmoved. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move it at all, as if he was welded to the wall of air.

And it was precisely this delay that allowed the blade light that tore through the wind and rain to pass by in an instant, as smooth as a hot knife cutting through butter, and the metal armor made with a lot of money could not block it at all.

The drooping left arm was cut off at the elbow, and the tall and majestic body used the golden section point as the axis. The lower body remained in a standing position, while the upper body with the spear held high was broken from the waist and slowly tilted backwards.

But before his body was completely separated, Gungnir, who was held high in the air, swung in a wide circle without warning, breaking free from the grip of the horseless knight, and the tip of his spear swept heavily on the bronze mask.

With a "bang", the horseless knight was swept away by the spear, and the broken part of his waist was spurting blood, and he rushed towards the rear like an out-of-control water rocket.

Just as his upper body flew several meters away, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck directly on the remains of his body wrapped in dark gold heavy armor. The overwhelming force pressed him into the ground of the viaduct, creating a huge pit with a diameter of four meters and a depth of half a meter.

"Huh, that's it?"

In the distance, a burly figure sitting on an eight-legged horse snorted disdainfully and carried the more than two-meter-long guillotine on his shoulder: "A fake is a fake. It's not even worthy of my serious attack."

It was just such a trivial action that turned the priest sitting in the sky into a spirited swordsman. Coupled with the sacred and solemn holy light and the eight-legged horse wearing heavy armor under his crotch, it looked awkward no matter how you looked at it.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Bol, for not letting you use your full strength." The voice of the horseless knight lying in the deep pit was so weak that it seemed that it would be drowned out by the wind and rain at any time, but he still shouted stubbornly.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "snap" sound, and the bronze mask covering his face completely shattered, revealing a hideous face with carbonized flesh and blood.

At first glance, he looks ugly and ferocious like a demon, but if the carbonized and charred skin and flesh were intact, the delicate and three-dimensional facial features would be enough to create a handsome face that is almost as handsome as Xia Di.

"This is..." Chu Tianjiao, with a black face and an afro, looked at the pit only half a meter away. When he opened his mouth, a wisp of black smoke came out, and he looked very funny.
"The eldest son of the Laurent family, why is he here?"

Even though the person in the pit had turned into charcoal, Chu Tianjiao still recognized the other person's identity. After all, this guy could barely be considered his friend back then. He could recognize him even if he turned into ash, but he could still roughly match his facial features just by looking at his features. What puzzled him was that the family of this young master was one of the largest syndicates in Europe, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was a giant in the mining and financial industries. At the same time, he was also one of the directors of Kassel College. How could he fall to such a state?

Is it trying to get the skin of a tiger or being used by others?
Beside him, Chu Zihang, who was intact, looked at his father, who was accidentally injured by a lightning strike and his skin was blackened with smoke all over. Not only did he not pay attention to his own body, but he also leaned over to look at Odin's clone. There was a flash of complex emotions in his eyes.

Why didn't you care so much about me and mom at the beginning?

However, thinking about the lightning that had just struck the horseless knight's body, the cracked lightning arcs that fell to the ground and spread along the puddles, and the man threw himself up to avoid the lightning, the young man let go of his helplessness.

Just when he was about to check on his old father's health, he saw him move his feet slightly, as if he wanted to go forward and check to see if the person lying in the deep pit was an old acquaintance.

He had just lifted his right foot when his whole body fell forward. Chu Zihang was so frightened that he quickly supported his body.

It was when he stretched out his hand that the young man realized something was wrong. His father's body was as stiff as raw meat that had been frozen in the refrigerator overnight. It was obvious that his body was numb and stiff after being struck by lightning, and he had not yet recovered.

"Um, I'm actually fine. I just need to rest for a while." Although Chu Tianjiao still had the ability to speak, he had obviously lost control of his body. He was held straight in his son's arms like a mannequin.

How should I put it? It's a little embarrassing.

I promised to protect my son from the wind and rain, but I didn't expect that now I am a fish on the chopping board and have to rely on my son to protect me.

Chu Zihang didn't say anything, but just helped his father lean against the edge of the overpass. Then, in front of Chu Tianjiao's incredulous gaze, he took out a wheelchair and a giant parasol from his four-dimensional pocket.

"Bang!" The parasol was inserted into the solid concrete. Chu Zihang took out a bottle of powerful recovery agent given by Master Xia and gave it to his father. In just a few breaths, he recovered from his stiff state. Although he still couldn't muster any strength, at least his joints were no longer like they were welded.

"Son, what are you doing... ow!" Chu Tianjiao was pressed into a wheelchair, staring in amazement at Chu Zihang's series of magical operations that completely broke through his cognition. He felt that his worldview was showing signs of collapse. But just when he was about to ask whether this was the Dragon Clan's set or Doraemon's set, a piece of dried dragon meat as thick as a baby's arm was stuffed directly into his mouth.

Putting a windproof coat on his father, Chu Zihang turned around without any unnecessary words and faced the tall figure on horseback and carrying a sword. The crescent-white sword in his hand shook off like a line of raindrops.

Seeing his precious son was about to fight with the ruthless guy who cut an old friend in half without saying a word, Chu Tianjiao cursed Xia Di in his heart for being a stupid teacher who only taught how to wield swords and guns but didn't teach "be patient for a while and you will have peace; take a step back and you will have a bright future". If something happened to his big son, how would he explain it to his mother? !
"Wait a minute, son. We Chinese believe in convincing people with reason and using courtesy before force. Don't rush into action. Let daddy talk to that old man about reason first." Chu Tianjiao wanted to raise his hand to hold his son, but his whole body was so weak that he couldn't muster any strength. He could only shout to get Chu Zihang to stop.

But the young man walking against the wind and rain ignored his affectionate call and walked forward on the flooded road, splashing water with every step. Instead, the self-proclaimed priest, Boer, shouted from afar, his tone full of contempt for mortals:
"I'm too lazy to reason with you. You don't deserve to hear it."

After these words were spoken, not only did Chu Tianjiao's face become extremely ugly, even Chu Zihang, who had been walking forward indifferently, stopped.

With his back to the man sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a windbreaker and tilting his head, who was missing a pair of glasses, the young man spoke in a cold and murderous voice:
"Don't worry, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"Don't run away anymore. The child you care about has grown up."

In the heavy rain, the young man holding a single sword faced the gods, his pair of golden eyes like the scorching sun.

The fire element, which was crushed by the rainstorm and was almost losing its living space, gathered in the palm of the young man. With every heartbeat of his heart, the orange-red light as faint as a flame would grow stronger until it turned into a blazing flame that enveloped the right hand holding the knife, and then gradually spread towards the crescent-white long knife.

"Please take a look at my transformation."

The cold tone could not cover up the scorching heat wave. At the moment the boy uttered the last word, the terrifying high temperature and flames suddenly spread out with him as the center. The invisible shock wave raged on the viaduct, and car parts and the remains of the standing horseless knight flew out.

The rain all over the sky turned into high-temperature steam, obscuring the figure of the young man walking forward with a knife, leaving only the clear sound of footsteps echoing on the dry concrete road.

“Tap—tap—tap—”

The footsteps changed from the soft sound of plastic soles to the unique heaviness of metal combat boots. The violent storm continued to devour the high-temperature steam like white mist. With the grand white light, a tall figure holding a long knife could be vaguely seen in the mist.

"呲-"

The sound of a sharp metal blade scraping against the concrete road was heard, and a figure in silver, red, and black armor walked out of the smoke with a sword. Under the deep blue crystal eye mask, a pair of eyes that were calm to the point of death were firmly fixed on the god sitting on the horse.

"Xia Ji Ba Dao·Secret·Silence Blade·Overlord Slash!"

There was a chanting sound, followed by a thunderous explosion. The road surface of the viaduct collapsed inch by inch under the huge force. Gravel and water flew everywhere, and the figure in the tricolor armor had disappeared from the spot, leaving a terrifying spiral passage in the rain.

The young man rushed forward at high speed, causing endless wind and rain, and leaped into the air like a mad dragon, leaving a trail of afterimages under the illumination of thunder, and the flaming long sword in his hand slashed straight at the gods.

The majestic figure sitting on the eight-legged horse swung his broad-bladed sword, wanting to knock the man who dared to challenge the gods into the sky, to make him suffer the pain of being devoured by thousands of thunders.

"Qiang——!!!"

The three-foot-long sword collided with the two-meter-long guillotine. A sharp explosion and an extremely compressed shock wave were suddenly released. The raindrops within a radius of fifty meters were cleared away in an instant. It seemed that there were only one man and one god holding swords facing each other in the world.

The eight-legged horse, clad in heavy armor, could not withstand such horrific and brutal force. All its bones were broken almost instantly, and it fell to the ground with a scream of pain.

The proud god lost his mount, but he just snorted lightly, not feeling any regret at all.

The violent air waves spread across the viaduct, blowing away the giant parasol that was protecting Chu Tianjiao from the wind and rain, and even blowing him back uncontrollably.

Looking at the two heavily armored knights who were in a stalemate for a moment and then turned into afterimages and began to fight, the battle scene was so fierce that it could not be described by thunder and lightning, rain and wind, and raging flames. Chu Tianjiao couldn't help swallowing his saliva:

"So, what have I been protecting all these years?"

(End of this chapter)