A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 16 11. The road to becoming a god

"Human beings are such a despicable species. They are fragile, stupid, arrogant, and aggressive. Even the weapons you are using at the moment were made by them to kill each other, right? But it doesn't seem to have any effect on me." The Dragon King said lightly. , "Mixeds, you who claim to be human, what can you do to fight me?"

"Humanity has not been extinct for thousands of years. How can it be as unbearable as you say..." Lu Shanyan gasped, "In my opinion... the distinction between 'human' and 'dragon' has never been The bloodline is here!”

Lu Shanyan beat his chest and straightened his back: "Now, let me show you! The power of 'human beings'!"

In an instant, the wind direction changed, and the struggling and flying sickles were no longer confused. They began to fly around Lu Shanyan. The strong wind picked up Lu Shanyan's windbreaker, and his long hair flew in the strong wind, covering his face. Gold shone in the darkness, peering through the hair at the boy in front of her.

Countless weasels formed a vortex around Lu Shanyan, and the invisible thin wings brought up wind blades. The split air was roaring. The weasels were not in chaos now, but crazy.

The "Kamatachi" sensed their master's madness and unleashed their bloodthirsty nature.

Yan Ling·Kamaitachi, advanced!

Serial number 71, Word Spirit·Vampire Scythe!

"You..." Surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, "Your dragon bloodline has suppressed the human bloodline, and you are getting closer to a pure dragon! This is...'the road to becoming a god'!"

The boy clearly felt that Lu Shanyan was climbing crazily, both in spirit and strength, and that his dragon power was having less and less influence on Lu Shanyan. This weak ant was trying to look directly at the god.

Lu Shanyan's body is undergoing huge changes. Countless small blue-gray scales are growing through the skin. Blood slowly drips along the new scales. The scarlet blood dyes the scales red, like the blend of iron and blood. .

"Pa bang bang..."

The Dragon King clapped his hands: "This is how my opponent should behave, but humans are humans after all. No matter how close they are, they can't become gods! It's been a thousand years... After the death of the Black King, the road to becoming a god was blocked. To think that there are humans who can open it! Your body cannot withstand the power of a pure-blood dragon, and now you can't go back."

"The road to becoming a god? I don't know much about it, but our secret party calls this technique 'violent blood'. I can last about 45 minutes, which is enough to deal with you!" Lu Shanyan said lightly. But in fact, he couldn't last that long. From the moment he started to transform into a dragon, the surrounding mercury vapor that was originally used to restrain the Dragon King became more threatening to him, and its toxicity increased by more than 10 times in an instant.

At this time, his whole body was covered with ferocious scales, wrapping him up like armor. His entire face became ferocious because of the dragon scales, his breathing turned into a "roar", and the dragon's blood was on him. Boiling, blood-colored steam filled the surroundings through his scales. The "Vampire Scythes" seemed to smell the smell of blood and became even more violent. They were ready to tear apart the enemies in front of them at any time.

"Are you ready to die?" Lu Shanyan raised the revolver with both hands again, and locked the muzzle of the gun on the Dragon King in front of him.

"A mere ant wants to kill a god?" the boy said disdainfully, "Do you think you can fight against me by stealing the power of a god?"

"Experience it with your body, the real power!" The boy roared, and the bone wings on his back vibrated and became ferocious. Countless tiny thorns shot toward Lu Shanyan, overwhelming him.

"Ants? Gods? Power? You dragons are so self-righteous! Let me experience power? Can you do it?" There was no fear on Lu Shanyan's face.

The "Vampire Scythes" rushed forward crazily, forming an invisible barrier with the strong wind. The two forces collided. The Vampire Scythes blocked the thrust with their "bodies" and were still moving forward crazily. They seemed to ignore it. The only goal of a dead warrior is to tear apart the prey in front of him.

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The carriage ran wildly in the wilderness in the dark night. In the carriage, Viscount Charlotte loaded ammunition for his flintlock gun. He had a premonition that everything would not go so smoothly.

Sure enough, the carriage stopped suddenly, and the horse pulling the carriage neighed in fear, kicked its front hooves into the air, and turned around to escape. But it was too late, they were surrounded.

Menike lit up his golden eyes and stared at the man in front of him who was leading the way around them.

A Chinese man with a sturdy build, long braids around his neck, and a black poncho. What impressed him most was the lips sewn together with twine. It was the man Menieke had met before, the Chinese who traded coffins with them.

Sure enough, everything was a trap, and their purpose was to recapture the "egg" and destroy the secret party.

Menike pulled out the long Atkan knife hidden in his windbreaker. Raindrops fell on the knife, giving off a cold light. He sprinted with all his strength, and the long knife sank into the Chinese man's body and penetrated him.

But the Chinese people's expressions didn't change at all, as if they couldn't feel it at all. He held Menike's long knife tightly with both hands, which was very powerful.

But Meineke's power was greater. He suddenly pulled out the long knife from the man's body, and all 10 fingers were cut off.

Meineke attacked again. This time he did not stab, but slashed horizontally. The sharp long knife passed through the man's neck, including the braid, and cut off the entire head without bleeding even a drop of blood.

"Deadpool?" Menek whispered, "I was wondering how to eat with my mouth closed...it turns out you don't need to eat..."

Meineke stood with his sword across. Now was not his time to relax. A group of people gradually came around. They all held Chinese waist knives in their hands and wore official uniforms of the Qing Dynasty, but they were all deadliest servants. .

"My lords, why have you come all this way?" Menike asked in the Chinese he learned from Lu Shanyan. Although it was a bit lame, the meaning was expressed clearly.

"The Queen Mother means that you are enemies of the real dragon, go against the will of heaven, and disrupt the feng shui of our heavenly kingdom. You will be killed without mercy!" A cold voice came from the darkness.

"Real dragon? Feng shui?" Meiniek was a little confused. He knew that the so-called real dragon was the stupid emperor that Lu Shanyan wanted to overthrow, but he really didn't understand the feng shui. We are killing dragons in Europe, and we have to control the feng shui of the East. What's up?

"Can't be kinder?"

"Kill without mercy."

"OK, OK, let's see whose knife is sharper!" Meineke tore off the obstructive windbreaker with his left hand and threw it out. The long knife in his right hand drew an arc in the darkness. If it were just these Deadpools, then right? It's really nothing to fear for him. Even if he has to protect the carriage, he can solve it in minutes.