Chu Zihang was driving the man's proud luxury car, Maybach, all the way on the elevated road.

The hands of the dashboard kept moving upward, but he didn't let go of the accelerator at all, but kept unconsciously stepping on it; The hands holding the steering wheel were only digging deep into the high-grade leather, not realizing that he should pay close attention to the direction now, otherwise the car would be destroyed if he was not careful at this high speed. The car roared through the rain at high speed, and although the wipers were turned on like a pump, they still couldn't see the road ahead.

Images of the man began to flicker in his head, every word, every move, even when it was so blurry that he couldn't even remember his face. Sometimes the human brain is a disk that is easily demagnetized, and sometimes it is like a faithful slate, which will not wear out for years; Stimulated by the awakening of the bloodline, those memories that came flooding up could even be traced back to a few years old.

But...... And why remind him?

The stimulation of bloodline awakening was not over in three or two clicks, and all kinds of terrifying hallucinations kept appearing in Chu Zihang's mind, completely stirring up his already scattered thoughts into a mess. On a rainy night, an invisible and ubiquitous loneliness rose from his bones, as if there was only one person left in the whole world, and he began to tremble.

The two men told him to go first, and then ...... And then what? You're going to die, right?

Die......

The Maybach came to a slow halt - not that he let go of the accelerator, but that the overrun of the car had been overwhelmed by the various overruns tonight, and the engine was emitting a pungent smell.

The rain still washes through, and through the front windshield, the elevated road can be seen almost infinitely straight ahead, while on either side is a desperate wasteland.

Suddenly, Chu Zihang felt that a thread had broken...... The kite string is broken.

No matter how separated he was, he still felt a slight connection with that man, like flying a kite: even if the kite flew into the unreachable sky, there was still a thread that connected it to the ground, and eventually it would always return to the ground by this thin thread. But once the thread is gone, the kite will be blown higher into the sky by the wind, and then fall into the abyss at an unknown moment.

Maybe he will never see this man again.

The rain was still falling, relentless and cold. Those incomprehensible dragon texts constantly impacted his mind, causing all kinds of visual and auditory hallucinations, and the dragon blood also fully awakened from his veins, and the whole world became extremely clear and thorough in his eyes. But suddenly he wanted to cry.

Because the clearer and more thorough, the more real and sad it becomes.

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The battle is getting harder and harder.

Mercer gasped for air, sideways to dodge a Deadpool's attack, and then plunged two claws together, straight through its soft jaw, all the way to the brain, only to kill the stupid guy while still digging the filaments into its body.

The endurance of the original body has always been NB.,In the game, Brother A was not less driven around the city by the Black Watch Army.,But he escaped by relying on his own flesh and blood circulation and devouring (as for the reason why the game doesn't have stamina settings, please let us ignore ~). Mercer didn't think he was as advanced as Brother A, but he didn't think that one day he would face the embarrassment of running out of stamina in battle.

Deadpool is really annoying, there is no blood, no metabolism, no pain, and there is no obstruction at all from chopping hands and feet and poking the lower yin...... Maybe they'll also ** a few times, saying something like "it hurts...... "It feels like it's going to burn...... "Blood!" Blood ......", but the speed and frequency of attacks have never decreased, but increased.

There are only two effective attack sites: the head, the spine. Probably because these two places are densely packed with nerves, once they are destroyed, even Deadpool will lose control and die.

"But Lao Tzu is much more advanced than you!"

Mercer let out a roar of rage, and then slammed himself into the blood-thirsty Deadpool as if he were sending himself to the muzzle of a gun, allowing several arms to pierce him through the chest to the back, claws blasting both heads mercilessly. Fighting this Cheng dù, Mercer didn't care about his own image or anything, while stretching out his claws, he also directly opened his mouth to bite the neck of a Deadpool and tore it off directly along with the throat, and his legs also flexibly wrapped around the neck of a Deadpool, and he slammed cleanly.

Devouring four deaths at a time made Deadpool feel full, but mental exhaustion could not be eliminated by devouring. The low-level Deadpool has basically been killed and wounded, and the black blood stains the road surface for more than twenty meters around him, and the pungent blood even exceeds the amount of stagnant water, some Deadpool and Mercer.

And those real elites, that is, the high-level Deadpools mentioned by Odin, are all outside the warband, except for two or three deaths at the beginning, and then let the low-level Deadpool be cannon fodder in front, and take the time to launch a sneak attack with extremely high damage.

Mercer's assessment of this is that not only does he behave like a cunning snake, but he also has a disgusting thing with snake scales on his body.

What about that man's side? Well, it can't be worse than his, right? After all, there is only one opponent.

If a man could speak and knew what Mercer was thinking, he would have turned his head and started scolding. Do you think everyone is a prototype like you? This kind of resistance to blows is not even comparable to the kings! And Lao Tzu is only A-level, even if he bursts into blood, he can't help but want to be inserted casually by a few arms like you! Not to mention that you can also absorb corpses to increase battery life, you are simply fighting monsters!

Under the second burst of blood, his body is no longer comparable to ordinary state, to figuratively say, that is the difference between combat effectiveness of 20 and 50. But Odin is definitely 100+ in combat power.

The clenched Murayu didn't know how many stabs he had blocked, and the tiger's mouths on the man's hands had been completely shattered, and although the dragon's blood was very dutiful and constantly repaired, Odin would not give him this time. Golden meteors surged up in waves, cracking the tiger's jaw again with each attack, and blood flowed from the hilt of the long knife - it was all his own. So far, he has not been able to touch a single hair of Odin, and he can only keep defending and parrying under the extremely strong and fast stabbing blows.

"Human ...... No, you're not human anymore. Odin said in a deep voice, stopping his offensive as the golden spear tapped lightly. You are a very good fighter, and this kind of will is rare. I've got the stuff, I can give you a chance to consider giving you a chance, a chance to surrender to me. In return, your power can be taken to the next level. ”

The man gasped, as if because the blood burst had lasted for too long, the state of the second blood burst had slowly subsided, returning to one degree, and even had a downward trend. The golden pupils were no longer bright and slowly dimmed. Maybe he's really at the end of his rope.

"Hey! Do you know...... Odin: Right? Although I think you're just an impostor who calls himself Odin," the man spat out, spitting out a mouthful of fine blood foam, weakly propping himself up with the village rain on the ground. "Do you know how many years Lao Tzu has pretended to be a grandson? It's not easy to be chic in front of your son today, how can you admit defeat silently! That's shameless! It's like playing a game, even if the mob in front of the boss loses most of its blood, you have to hold on until you see the boss and then make a vigorous move! ”

Until the end of his life, this guy still hasn't forgotten about his treasure and poor mouth.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I probably know you mean unwilling." Odin raised his spear again, and the tip of the spear was pointed directly at the man's chest, glittering with a moving spike. "Then, meet the judgment of fate."

"The judgment of fate? Just you? The man curled the corners of his mouth in disdain, then straightened up, his hands gripping the hilt of his sword, sincerity, and his eyes burst with a fiery glint of will. Come on, give it a try? ”

Odin didn't speak, but moved in a split second. The shot he stabbed in earnest literally turned into lightning, and even sent a sonic boom in the air. The man was shot into the air without resistance, and it was already his best effort not to let himself be penetrated in front of this shot, but to shoot him away. However, this is not the end.

Odin slammed the horse's belly, and the eight-legged Pegasus Slybniel suddenly turned into an afterimage and galloped forward.

It's this Pegasus! This Pegasus has a photo show except for the appearance of the horse! No one expected it to be so frighteningly fast, and the Maybach's highest speed was even ashamed to be. Odin aimed at the man's limp forward body in the air and stabbed his spear again. Speared by Pegasus, this shot is faster and more powerful than the previous one!

"Hahaha!"

The man suddenly laughed, and with his personality, he must have wanted to say something handsome, but unfortunately time did not allow it, and he couldn't publish his later text.

At this moment, the man rekindled the blood again, which was several times more intense than the usual blood explosion. The chants all turned into a roar, the accordion roared, and the choir children let out a shrill wail. There was no comforting feeling, on the contrary, he could feel his dragon blood turn into red-hot magma, scalding his blood vessels and muscles, like a red-hot soldering iron imprinted on his feelings.

But the strength was not burned.

The spirit of speech expanded exponentially, the concept of time was almost blurred, and it was no longer difficult to see Odin's movements. The man lightly landed his foot on the body of the spear, and at the cost of a direct break of his ankle, he took advantage of his strength to dodge his body. Turn around, hold the knife, and burn even harder!

The man used his ** and spirit as fuel, and threw himself into the forbidden and ancient cruel skill of exploding blood. Completely taking oneself as the price, and carrying out complete alchemy and sublimation, requires not only high blood, determination, but also strong willpower. A desperate hybrid like him would only appear in an era when he could only rely on swords to fight dragons - nothing but the cold sword in his hand and the red-hot dragon blood in his body.

Three bursts of blood!

This almost miraculous result appeared in him, but he didn't have time to care about the tyrannical dragon king's heart, nor did he have time to care about the hideous and irreversible dragonization phenomenon on his body, and the golden pupils in his eyes were unprecedentedly brilliant, but he just single-mindedly slashed at Odin's head wrapped in the golden helmet. In the golden realm, a qiē seems to be a still picture, sacred, majestic, and brilliant.

You tell me about the judgment of fate? Then I want to sue you, the so-called fate is such a thing, born to be cut off!!

(3k chapter, I wish you all a happy National Day!) Also, do you really want to go without counting the tickets or something? (laughs~) Thank you for your support~)

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