Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Lancelot's mood today was like being on horseback in the mountains, with ups and downs.

A few seconds ago, he thought that the boy whose name he had not yet told him would be rounded up and killed today. The man standing at the top was probably the strongest hybrid in history!

Even in his time, he heard legends about the other side, which were heroic epics of world civilization and were sung by bards.

He is the son of Lugalbanda, the fifth monarch of Uruk. He is a legendary demigod. He may be the first generation of hybrids born from pure-blood dragons and hybrids. The legendary hero king-Gilgamesh. !

But now he didn't know what to judge. The posture of the boy beside him kept changing, and now he no longer looked like a human being, but a monster wearing dragon armor.

He was the strongest knight in Britain, the top of the mixed breeds of that era, but at this moment, even if the boy's murderous intention and target were not focused on him, he felt a tremor from his soul.

When the other party fights with me...it's just for fun.

The heroic spirits could no longer focus their gazes on the sky. Their mission conflicted with their intuition of danger. They looked down at the young man standing in the field, but felt that they were the ones being looked down upon.

The sound of the organ was muffled, and it was a more majestic, ancient and solemn sound, the sound of nearly two hundred heroic spirits chanting dragon texts!

Yan Ling. Vampire Scythe.

Yanling. Eyes of the Wind King.

Yan Ling. Chi.

Yanling.Leichi.

Yan Ling. Jun Yan.

Yan Ling. Indra.

Yan Ling. Bronze Throne.

Yan Ling. Baqi.

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Every heroic spirit is chanting, some singly and some in plural.

Thunder and bulging earth veins complement each other, wind snakes and fire dragons dance together.

Gravity fell from the sky, and cracks broke out on the ground under the boy's feet, making it even harder for Lancelot to straighten his body.

Yanling. Royal power, thirty times the gravity.

Lu Chen raised his head and locked onto the heroic spirit who released the King's Word Spirit towards him. He twisted his neck and made a burst of noise, with a sinister smile on his face.

You want me to kneel down?

The next moment, Lancelot finally lost his balance and was knocked away by the gravel and the storm. A huge water lily burst out from the ground in the center of the arena. The smoke and dust did not rise, but were blown away by the extremely fast wind. Blowing around.

The ear-piercing sound of sonic boom echoed through the arena, and today's young man took the lead in charging towards the ancient army of heroic spirits!

From the perspective of the heroic spirits, they can only see a black and red light strip drawn in the field, the black chi dragon's phantom appears across the sky, and the phantom-like sword light rises from bottom to top, striking against the sky!

Before the heroic spirit wearing an ancient kimono and wielding royal power could react, the ferocious black giant blade had already passed by. It was just extreme violence without any sword skills. Under the tearing force of the strong wind, the separated body Even if the first part is connected, it will no longer be complete.

The heroic spirits moved one after another, and hundreds of heroic spirits rose into the sky, like the warriors from the mythical Hall of Valor rushing towards the final battlefield and charging towards the black emperor.

Lancelot sat blankly in the ruins. No heroic spirit would notice him at all. He had the mark of God on his body, and no one would attack him.

But every second in the entire arena, there were several drops of gravel splashing, and the roar was deafening, almost at the same time.

Fire, ice, thunder and wind raged throughout the space.

He had no doubt that even the first generation species would not be able to withstand such a siege by the Heroic Spirit Army.

But that boy was really... too fast.

Not only did it break through the speed of sound, the opponent's state at this time was at least five times greater!

In the air, the heroic spirits can only see black and red streams of light. They are phantoms and the God of Death!

After putting on the mask, each of them has a strength that is at least equal to that of the next generation, and may even surpass it. They are the ultimate warriors prepared by Odin for Ragnarok.

But under the absolute tyranny, there is only blood flowing across the sky.

A heroic spirit from Japan used Baqi to strengthen his bloodline and body to the limit. The mask's voice spirit was a bronze throne, which made his body swell to the point of distortion. He was supposed to be the top violent person in the world.

But when the weapon in his hand crossed with the black-armored boy, it was cut off by absolute violence, and then he was cut in half!

Lancelot looked at the many heroic spirits falling from the sky with blood rain, and felt absurd in his heart. This is the true ultimate of hybrids, and his mask is just a joke.

However, he still felt that something was wrong. It was not that he was surprised by the young man's strength, he just felt that... the heroic spirits fell a little slowly.

Yes, he felt that with the boy's speed and violence, except for Gilgamesh who stood at the top and remained indifferent until now, this battle should be over within a minute.

But more than ten seconds had passed since the battle began, and seven or eight heroic spirits had fallen.

Continuous roars sounded, and Lancelot noticed smoke rising everywhere, but it didn't seem like the boy was stepping on it.

Instead, some heroic spirits were shot down. They were not cut off by the black dragon-slaying warrior, but were just thrown down by the young man. The force used seemed to be very measured and not fatal.

Finally, the young man landed again and stood in the arena. He glanced around at the heroic spirits who had just locked onto him again and carefully confirmed.

It's not like he forgot key things during the battle. Chu Zihang's father might be among these people, and he couldn't kill him accidentally.

In just ten seconds, he passed by almost every heroic spirit, just to screen whether there was Chu Zihang's father among them.

These heroic spirits all wore masks, so of course he couldn't identify them, so he had to start from the most basic and eliminate a dozen Eastern male heroic spirits, and then slowly check them after the war.

And the rest...he can come as he pleases.

The wind of death rises again, and black phantoms dance wildly in the sky.

Every time the blade rises and falls, at least one heroic spirit dies.

From Lancelot's perspective, heroic spirits fell from the sky like rain, and few bodies were intact. He even saw the death of one heroic spirit. It didn't look like he had been killed by a knife. The whole body It was folded in half, as if it had been broken by some giant object at a very high speed.

In just ten seconds, nearly half of these legendary heroic spirits perished.

It's not that they are not strong, but the gap in strength between them and their opponents... is too big.

When a person's strength and speed are several times that of his opponent, it's a one-sided massacre!

A young man in this state killing the heroic spirit here is like a human trampling on an ant.

The sound of heavy hammers in the sky echoed, and the organ sang a high-pitched movement. This is a sad and wild music, composed with the blood of heroic spirits.

The sound of swords clashing was heard, and dazzling sparks erupted from the intersection between the black giant blade and the golden dagger. The heroic spirit wearing golden armor finally took action.

In the brief gap of time, Lu Chen looked at this man and was surprised that the other man could catch up with his current speed.

boom--

The man returned at the same speed as he came at him. His body brushed the top of the arena. The heavy building was penetrated by the young man's violence. After all, his strength was still far behind.

Lu Chen was not in a hurry to pursue the victory. This was the real place where there was no sky and no earth. No one could escape from Avalon.

More than ten seconds later, Lu Chen landed on the ground again. A thick mist of blood floated in the air, staining the entire arena red. Blood gurgled on the ground.

Lancelot looked at the corpses of heroic spirits all over the place, and then looked at the black-armored young man standing not far away. After eliminating those oriental men, the other party killed more than a hundred heroic spirits... It only took less than thirty seconds. !

God's Hall of Valor... was actually destroyed so easily.

The east door of the arena collapsed, and Lancelot turned around to see Gilgamesh.

Lu Chen looked at the man in golden armor who came back with great interest. He didn't expect that the man would come back so quickly after receiving such a blunt blow, as if nothing happened.

This is definitely the strength of the first-generation species or even above it. He doesn't think that among the first-generation species he has fought before, there is a dragon who can escape with his body after taking such a stab at him just now.

Even Egil would be extremely embarrassed.

This golden-armored man is not simple, he has excellent fighting skills. The moment the swords connected, he used advanced force-relieving skills. Like a light fallen leaf, he was knocked away by himself, but he was not seriously injured.

He introduced himself in a rare way: "Great Eastern Country, how about you, Lu Chen."

However, the masked man in golden armor could only remain silent.

"Is he another puppet..."

Seeing the other party's state, Lu Chen understood what was going on.

The man in golden armor raised the golden dagger in his hand. The high-blooded man activated the sword. The golden light flashed, and the sword body continued to extend. The surrounding air seemed to be constantly twisting and splitting. This divine sword was so sharp that it seemed that it could Cut up the space!

This is the sword named after the god in Mesopotamian mythology, and it is also the cursed severing sword in Norse mythology - Tyrfeng.

Seeing this scene, Lancelot seemed to confirm, "That is the legendary hero king of Sumer...Gilgamesh."

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, Jin Shining?

If you look carefully, you will see that the other party is indeed dressed in gold. He is really a majestic king.

But now, it is just a ghost abandoned by time, a ghost of history.

There was no dragon chanting, but Lu Chen saw that the golden light on Gilgamesh's armor became brighter, and the skin on his hands also took on a faint golden sheen.

The close-fitting golden armor bulged outwards, obviously bearing pressure that its size should not bear. The other party did not chant, but used the spirit of speech.

It was the mask that gave him the power, and this Yanling Lu Chen was very familiar with. Although the other person's level of activation was not high, it was... King Kong.

But shouldn’t this word spirit belong to the Black King? Could it be that Odin also obtained the flesh and blood of the Black King and stole his power?

He did not continue to dwell on this issue. After killing his opponent, he could naturally explore the details of the mask through space.

He had no intention of holding back. If Lancelot was right, then the opponent was a monarch, a hero king who had experienced countless battles in mythology. Even if the opponent was unconscious, letting go would be an insult.

Moreover, against an opponent of this level, he is not yet skilled enough to capture the opponent alive and peel off the mask. Gilgamesh's dignity does not allow him to be rescued by others. He is a person who should have returned to dust long ago. It is time to send him back to Uruk.

Gilgamesh's figure disappeared from the spot. It was the combination of extraordinary speed and strength, Vajra and Momentum!

If it weren't for the fourth degree of violent blood state, Lu Chen would even be at a disadvantage in terms of speed!

Harsh sonic booms sounded from both sides, and gravel and dust were thrown back from the ground on both sides.

One side is dazzling gold, the other side is bloody red.

The black giant blade has reduced to normal size, and the cyan skylight reflects on the blade, adding a depth to it.

The living spirit roared with excitement, it was born to kill the king.

The power was transmitted from the ground to the calves, then to the waist, and finally poured into the regicide from the muscular arms.

The knife is tilted to the body and rotates as desired.

The sword cuts forward, its sharpness is unparalleled.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded. This was a duel between old legends and new legends. It was a superb fight of hybrids. It was an extreme collision of strength and speed!

The sound of bones being crushed sounded, but the legendary King of Heroes did not give up his strength and retreat. His feet plowed long ravines on the ground, and a trace of clarity appeared in his ruthless golden eyes.

The rubble splattered under his feet, and blood overflowed from the golden armor. It was the liquid spurting out from the torn muscles and skin, and the protest from the broken bones.

He had worn the mask for more than five thousand years. Finally, after changing to a new mask this time, he woke up due to severe pain and the passion of fighting.

The ninth-level moment, the fifth-level Vajra!

The sword with the aura of mythology once again responded to the black giant blade, sparks flying.

Every time the swords crossed, Gilgamesh was pushed back a great distance, all the way out of the arena.

Lu Chen's offensive was like a violent storm. Facing an experienced opponent whose speed was not inferior to his own, the simplest tactic was to crush the opponent from the front.

Even if the opponent also uses King Kong, Gilgamesh's basic attributes are not as good as his own. At the same speed, he is still a weak person.

It was too late, but it was so fast that he slashed twenty-one times in a row. From the arena to the forest outside, there was a long ravine.

Lu Chen rushed forward again, his legs exploding with force, the soil flying everywhere, and the surrounding trees were blown away by the strong wind.

He held the knife in both hands, and the fighting spirit boiled like his hot blood. All the strength in his body was poured into the regicide in his hands, and the muscles in his chest and arms were almost breaking through the black armor.

He took off at a weak angle, a sword coming down from the mountain, and the black fierce soldiers also had a weird image like Tierfeng, but it was not the characteristic of regicide.

The leaves fly and break in half, the atmosphere is split into two parts, and black and red streams of light fall from the sky like a frenzy!

Martial God Sword Technique——Tianguo!

Gilgamesh retreated with one leg and bent his knees, holding Tyr's spear in both hands and facing forward. Sharpness compared with sharpness, and strength collided with strength.

Legend has it that Tyrfeng is a magic sword that will see blood when it is unsheathed, will bring a lot of glory to the holder, and will also cause the holder to fall into destruction. It is named the "Sword of Lord Slayer"

All the owners of this sword will not die well, and it seems to be an eternal curse.

After all, the giant black blade pressed down instantly, and the sound of broken arm bones was heard. It was bent at an angle that was unbearable to look at. Tierfeng's magic sword was the first to reach the golden armor given by the gods, and it shattered inch by inch under the absolute power.

The giant black blade followed closely, and before the fragments of the golden armor disintegrated, the young man and Gilgamesh had already passed by.

Mud and blood rose into the sky together, and the legendary king ended his life.

When the dust settled, Gilgamesh on the ground was broken in half from the chest down. Even the first generation species was difficult to save.

Lu Chen walked up to Gilgamesh and leaned over to take off his mask, but he didn't expect that the other person actually spoke.

"...ψυχ (You are right, eternal life is such a boring thing. I am finally going... to find you.)"

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand, but he felt that the King of Heroes seemed relieved.

Norma should be able to translate, but he didn't turn on the recording... and couldn't remember the other party's obscure pronunciation.

After Gilgamesh muttered to himself, he closed his eyes and his life flowed away rapidly.

Lu Chen took off the mask and found that the other person was different from what he had imagined. He was not the handsome young man in the anime, but a middle-aged man who looked a little old. But based on his face, he must have been very handsome when he was young. , worthy of the saying "the gods bestow beauty".

The combat status was lifted, the black scales on Lu Chen's body fell off, and the rest of his clothes could barely cover the key points. Fortunately, he had the Poseidon Armor that he could change and fit at will.

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On the YAMAL on the ice sea, just when Chu Zihang thought there was no hope, Lu Mingfei exclaimed and pointed in one direction, "Brother, look!"

Chu Zihang turned around and saw Lu Mingfei on the other side of the ship. He quickly walked over and went down, and unexpectedly saw a gladiatorial arena reflected in the water, with smoke and blood mist still seeming to be floating inside.

He immediately thought of the gladiatorial arena in that painting. They found Avalon!

Chu Zihang immediately gave instructions to the captain. If they did not return for more than twelve hours, they would control the YAMAL and return first.

After ordering the crew to return to the cabin, Chu Zihang entered his password and voiceprint and iris verification, and opened the largest container on the deck. Inside was Atlantis's three-purpose aircraft.

Due to the limited space in the cockpit, Zero sat in the main driver's seat and was responsible for the control. Fingel held Lu Mingfei and sat in the co-pilot, followed by Eriki and Xia Mi. As for Chu Zihang, he did not go in.

Sneaking into the Nibelungen might be risky, so he was prepared to stay outside the cabin and respond to various situations at any time. As long as the water depth did not exceed 1,500 meters, he could withstand it.

The others' persuasion was fruitless, so they could only follow Chu Zihang's wishes and go down to take a look first.

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Lu Chen wielded Regicide to create a large hole in the ground, put the King of Heroes in and covered it with soil, which was considered as his last respect for the legendary loneliness.

Just as he was about to return to the arena to see if Chu Zihang's father was among the heroes he had knocked unconscious before, the roaring sound like a drum in the sky became louder and louder.

It seems that some kind of related power is violently cracking down on this Nibelung.

He looked up at the sky, and there was a cracking sound like a mirror shattering above him, and a deep black hole appeared.

Lu Chen thought it was Odin or an unknown enemy coming, and was about to enter combat mode again when he mentioned the regicide battle.

With a confused look on his face, he saw an aircraft rushing down.

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