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the kind that swept through the body at the speed of lightning, and made every hair stand up for its swiftness; The nerves distributed in the muscular and skeletal organs are summoned to send signals faithfully and overwhelmingly to the centers that can process this information.

The field of vision was pitch black, and when the mind roared, the pain that seemed to tear apart and destroy the qi qi lifted all consciousness into the void, and then fell hard.

Countless snake-faced monsters emerged from the darkness and opened their deep, hungry mouths, desperately biting at all parts that could be bitten with their sharp teeth that bent inward, sucking blood and bone marrow, and scratching wantonly; Invisible hammers and flames forged metal, each hammer striking hard at the heart, seemingly slow but connected, flames flowing and igniting black smoke of mockery.

Emotions are the fuel of the flames, and thoughts only make hammering and biting more frequent and wanton.

Hallucination...... Reality...... Hallucination.

Having lost all the strength to resist and prepare to resist, he almost collapsed under the pain that he had never imagined.

The only thing that didn't work out was that Jörmungård was going through this pain.

[Arrogant Superbia], the ancient sword of Han Bafang, the straight and slender sword body runs through the fibula and tibia of her left leg impartially; [Jealous Invidia], Tang Dao, the same horizontal blade is bright and shining, piercing through the center of her right calf, limiting the possibility of her strong anti-joint force below the knee.

[Gluttonous gula], the long knife of Atkan, the whole knife is shorter, but the right arc is just right to nail her right forearm to the ground; [Lazy Aidia], **, almost splits her left metacarpal and carpal bones in two.

Raging ira, the saber, the greedy avaritia, and the Scottish broadsword, the two most vicious weapons each pierced her thigh, slicing off a few femurs.

Directly below her, Mercer's eyes had somehow regained their calm.

The six Hebs connected by the Hebao in his back slammed through the ground and through the rocks to reach the location of the Seven Deadly Sins, and then fought back in a life-or-death moment, nailing Jörmungandr to the ground.

His hands gradually regenerated, holding the last of the seven weapons. Desire luxuria], rib difference. But there was no movement.

“…… Are you alright? ”

The familiar face in front of him was twisted by inhuman pain in his distance, and the irrepressible heartache still rose in his heart at the same time.

He really should...... Do you do that?

The Seven Deadly Sins, as the deadliest weapons against dragons, are not in vain. In normal times, a single sword is nothing more than a few points stronger than ordinary divine weapons, but once it is contaminated with dragon blood as it is now, the spirituality stored in it will be completely revived, and it will become a complete form capable of causing great damage.

Six swords pierced her body at the same time, instantly forming a complex realm of alchemy, each of which represented sins that inflicted different kinds of but equally terrible injuries and restrictions on her. It is enough to confine and kill the dragon king.

"That's an interesting question......

Jörmungård squeezed his eyes hard, as if trying to recover from the terrible pain, but the resentment and pain in his words were too deep, and the mockery became more scathing.

"At this point, you're still asking me, 'Are you okay?'" If I had to answer, all I could say was that my old friend Konstantin really did a good job, heh-"

A chuckle was already her limit, not so much a laugh as some kind of wail that sounded like it was about to sting.

The pain of a woman's childbirth is the upper limit of the pain grade of 12, but due to the dragon's strong body and nerve density and acuity, her willpower and the upper limit of the pain she can endure are naturally much higher than that of humans. Constantine was a dragon lord himself, so his deep knowledge of dragons was able to forge the Seven Deadly Sins, and when all seven swords pierced a dragon, the pain it caused was enough to render any dragon ineffective.

Not to mention the damage caused by the alchemy realm.

I'm sorry? I'm sorry?

Mercer couldn't have said that. Not only because he has no position to say, but also because Jörmungader is not Shami.

But the sadness and sorrow in my heart did not go away, but on the contrary, it increased with the paler face of Jörmunga.

"Come on! Kill me! ”

The pain had made it impossible for her to maintain an instinctive dragonization, and although the blue-gray scales were tenaciously trying to protect their masters, the exhaustion and the damage of the alchemy realm were squeezing every trace of power from the dragon's blood, so the speed was slow but still irreversible.

"Kill me! You hypocritical, filthy disgusting creature! If you have the ability, kill me now! ”

She roared, her golden eyes burning with unparalleled rage, and the rage that was still in her thighs shone brighter, devouring blood faster because of the love that should be judged by it.

Mercer did not speak, but silently took his resurrected hands on the ribs, turning the blades upward.

"Ha, yes, that's it...... Then ......"

Jörmunga gasped for air, cold sweat flowing, and was quickly evaporated by the abnormal body temperature. Her eyes flashed with pain and regret.

And then ...... Continue ......"

Even the golden pupils seemed to be flickering, like candles in the wind. 【Color. The tip of the knife approached her lower abdomen inch by inch, and her confusion and regret became more and more intense.

Stop when it touches her rejuvenated white skin.

"Natsumi."

Mercer spoke suddenly, his eyes firm, unprecedentedly firm, "You're not Jörmungad, you're Natsumi." ”

“…… Ha? What stupid thing are you talking about? Jörmungad actually endured the pain, but also made the mocking smile to the fullest, "What is Natsumi?" It's just a mask, a tool and a puppet for me to observe and permeate you. If you're stupid enough to do that, I'd advise you to go headlong and die. ”

"You're Natsumi."

"I said no! You're not annoyed! Hurry up and kill me with a knife, okay? What kind of bullshit Xia Mi Xia Mi, it's just a few love words with you, it's just a ghost! ”

"You're Natsumi."

"No! Bastard! Jörmunger roared, her look almost suspicious that she would bite Mercer's nose off, "What do we grudge against, can you let me die?" ”

"Of course not," Mercer actually smiled a little, "I said that I would be responsible until the moment I died, and since you are Natsumi, I can't let you die." ”

"Hehe," Jörmungad, or Natsumi, smiled more ugly than crying, "what do you want?" ”

Mercer didn't answer, but took control of the six scales, regained his grip on the six swords, and tried to pull them out.

"You're not afraid that I'll kill you as soon as you pull it out?"

"Don't be afraid."

"I really would do it! I am the king of the earth and the mountains, Jörmungandr, bastard! ”

"Oh."

He was still gathering strength, but Mercer smiled comfortably.

Regardless of whether Jörmungård is Shami or not, and whether Natsumi is Jörmungård or not, there is at least one thing he should do now - pull out the seven deadly sins.

Even if she still turns her face and doesn't recognize people after that, her combat power can't be as terrible as before, and he is confident that he can still restrain her if he fights. Besides, Xia Mi in front of him seemed to be a little embarrassed because she was naked, and the good-looking Hongxia even climbed all the way from her cheeks to her jade neck and chest...... It would be rude to go any further.

"Hey, self-righteous ......"

Natsumi, whose verbal protest was ineffective, simply turned his head away, no longer looking at his hateful smile.

Obviously, they are so well disguised, and the dead hands that should be played have been killed, but at this last moment, why can't they continue? Really, this hateful fellow, why is she so desperate that she suddenly softened her mouth......

Thinking about it, she gradually bloomed into a smile that was equally joyful and gentle.

It's beautiful.

"Hey, bastard who misinterprets other people's meanings," she glared at him viciously, a gesture that was a little scary even though the dragonization continued, and now it seemed that all that was left was cuteness. "Listen to me!"

"Listen, don't ......"

In the middle of his sentence, Mercer's lips were sealed by something soft and moist, and his eyes were round, not only because of the warm fragrance of the pavement, but also by the tempting bouncy touch.

It's even more because of the impact of the ribs in his hand that pierced something.

Without even half a second of delay, the six centipede-like Kazuko burst out with a force that was even more powerful than the previous maximum power in an instant, but the power that was enough to crack the stone could not be used against the seven deadly sins that formed the complete realm.

s.a.l.i.g.i.a。 Crime and punishment.

The powerful realm of the dragon king level was not something that Mercer could compete with at all, and the oppression he felt under Xia Mi alone cut off his strength to get up.

"Hear me."

The golden realm cleansed all the life in her, and in the last moments, the pain was gone, leaving only a slightly fiery warmth.

Mercer's eyes were full of despair, and he tried again and again in vain, but only to end up crumbling.

Natsumi's eyes were gentle. If it weren't for the hands pinned to the ground, perhaps she would have gently stroked Mercer's cheek and comforted him so that he would not be too sad.

"The world is so big, there will always be a girl you like, so ah, don't worry about the question of what Xia Mi and Jörmungad, it's not worth it." As she spoke, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Also, don't be too careful. I'm going to be unhappy if I'm looking for too many women......"

"Alas, it seems that you haven't had enough fun these days, but it's a pity - if you are a little younger, you can still keep this money, and then after you have a new beloved girl, take her to spend the rest. Well, it seems too sour when you think about it, so forget it. ”

"That's right, by the way, I also told her in the academy that Zero wanted her ......"

The voice was still coming, and her face was getting paler and paler. The trial of the seven deadly sins seemed to be coming to an end, and the pace of death was gradually accelerating, but she continued to babble as if she was still unfinished.

Mercer stared at her with such a hard streak that he could draw every penny of flesh and pour it into the scales, bombarding the realm of the seven deadly sins again and again, in exchange for nothing but futile and scattered flesh and blood.

Why?

Why?

What is it for......

I've done my best to get to this point! What can be done to get her back? Unwilling to ...... Never reconcile!

"Oh, yes, since you won, don't look like you're going to cry," Natsumi held on to the end, and even her former shallow flesh was thin, almost wanting to finally form that keel cross. "Another parting present?"

A dragonfly kiss in the water.

But she no longer has the strength to support her upper body.

The scale was still bombarding tirelessly, but no matter how crazy and desperate Mercer tried, he could only see that the scale broke faster than the other, and the intensity of the bombardment was lower than the other.

"I'm a little sleepy...... So be it......"

Leaning on his chest, Natsumi tilted her head playfully and blinked slightly, revealing a smile that was as bright as the morning sun, but gradually fading.

Sleep.

Eternal sleep?

The dust has subsided after the storm.

His body was soft, then stiffened and then soft, and Mercer quietly closed his eyes, his chest calm, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep with the same frequency as the two dragon kings and siblings present.

The black light virus remained as stable and calm as ever in the sorrow of the tide, squirming gently, as if it was also adjusting a suitable sleeping position.

Quietly, in the silent void, Lu Mingze's poem came:

{Sometimes I feel that roses never have.}

As red as the rose of the main blood of a buried king;

Every hyacinth that fell in the cluster of flowers in her arms

All were once some cute heads.

This resurrected flower is adorned with its tender green

The lips we leaned on top -

Heh, stick it lightly, who knows

From which lovely lips did it grow quietly? }

One by one, crimson poppies emerged from the black earth of cinders and gravel, the color of which seemed to be soaked in full blood, and woven into a soft, dormant carpet.

The wind that blew from nowhere echoed in the huge underground caverns, slapping against the stone walls, and passing through deep holes of all sizes, making strange sounds that bordered on crying and screaming wildly.

The sun is setting, the flowers are lodging with the wind, the magnificent starry sky is ready to rise, and the crescent moon and the waning sun look at each other.

Suitable for deep sleep.

When he awoke—there was always a waking moment—all he could see was the devastated gravel floor, and the icy wind.

Fenrir's massive corpse lay on the platform, dragon's blood dried, and its dying or dead wings finally swept down like a huge, heavy black coffin lid that covered its favorite chips, bottle caps, televisions, and broken terminals.

And she quietly faded.

There was no blood left on the seven swords, scattered all over the ground, and the golden inscriptions were no longer hot and hot. All that was left was a plain copper key.

Two wet marks rested on his cheeks. And yet, as he had discovered—

The prototype has no tears.

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