The field is cyan.

Mercer stepped over a clump of withered weeds, leaving a footprint stained with black blood.

Frozen lightning flashed in the sky, like a deeply cracked scar against the background of the same pale blue sky, revealing a deeper indigo beneath the cyan.

The clouds as thick as lead lay dead still, and there was no wind to blow them.

This is the Nibelungen, the mythical land of the dead.

Counting them, he had already been to the Nibelungen: when he was in Black Swan Harbor, he sat on the Black Snake with Zero and Little Renata blowing warm breezes - in fact, they had already entered a Nibelungen at that time, but he did not know the specific characteristics of the Nibelungen, so he did not realize it.

Dead silence, empty, inaccessible to non-chosen people and Nibelungen owners, close to 100% replicating reality.

After that, together with Chu Tianjiao and Chu Zihang, he entered the No. 0 elevated road - to be precise, the elevated road was only a part of the Nibelungen manifested by the whole city.

The larger the Nibelungen, the more powerful the dragons that inhabit it.

So the Nibelungen, the newly awakened King of Bronze and Fire, is the size of a bronze city, while Odin's Nibelungen is the entire city, and even beyond. Some professors have done research based on the classics, and the Nibelungen, the true heyday of the King of Bronze and Fire, may extend from the Bronze City to a large surrounding watershed, rather than just an ancient city.

Now he was back in this mighty Nibelungen, breathing the air of the slain, walking through the slain world.

Only those who have experienced it can understand what it means to be reunited after a long absence.

The second time he entered the same Nibelungen, it was not very difficult for him to realize the aura of the rainy night when he first entered, and it was also the unique aura of this Nibelungen itself.

And, Odin.

A shroud depicting blood-colored runi script covered his face, leaving only a sharp golden one-eye, shimmering with a compelling aura and mystery; The dark gold armor was lined with sky blue and blood, and the shroud was wrapped around and spread to the fingertips, the excess fluttering on the handle of the spear.

The eight-legged Pegasus Sleibniel stayed quietly in ●(1)dǐng●(1)diǎn●(1)小●(1)said,.∷.o↑s_(); In place, dark golden eyes followed the direction of its owner, quietly watching Mercer.

"You're here."

The sound was accompanied by a suffocating pressure, so much so that the air around it shook and reverberated slightly.

The force that was enough to crush an adult's bones was not enough for Mercer to bend his knees, but instead he took a deep breath, and his eyes began to burn with a blinding gold that he had never seen before.

Dragon's blood is boiling......

The dragon bloodline's bonus to the body element is not as good as the black light virus, but its ability to fight against mystery is one of the best.

"Put away your set, Odin!"

A roar comparable to Odin's thick sound wave emanated from Mercer's chest, along with a golden glow that became more dazzling, and a pale golden field visible to the naked eye.

The spirit that he had jokingly named 'Vientiane Heavenly Sign' had now mutated to a point where he didn't know much about it, whether it was condensing into a diǎn line to easily cut off the enemy, or expanding the pressure to confront the dragon king-level coercion.

Odin's coercion was broken, and the aftermath of the confrontation turned into a strong wind, blowing through Odin's visor and shaking the sideburns on Sblenier's back.

The dark blue cloak of night fluttered in the wind, and the hunt sounded.

The movement of the cloak revealed a little bit of golden armor that had been burned to a gray-black by something, but Odin didn't care, still sitting upright.

"I'm just here to ask one question - did you cause that?"

Mercer slowly bowed down, and even his tone became softer.

However, even the unsteady blonde in his eyes, the slight trembling of his body, and the gradual whitening of the ends of his hair all indicate that he was not as calm as his tone.

Odin didn't answer, instead, he brushed Risbränier's sideburns, and the golden armor made a slight noise.

Is it mocking?

Or do you disdain to answer?

"Very good, nice answer......"

Mercer smiled slightly maniac and clicked the knuckle of his index finger.

The frozen air does not allow the natural wind to form, but the suddenly tightened and expanded field is forcibly resisting the air, instantly creating a space where there is no zài air.

It was at this moment that Odin moved.

The wizened but absolutely powerful muscles under the shroud tensed with unimaginable strength, each fiber was as strong as hard steel, and with the skeletal structure and nerve distribution at the pinnacle of the biological world, the speed at which he wielded the spear at this moment had easily exceeded several times the speed of sound.

In the long river of time, perhaps even he himself can't count how long, and his fighting skills are undoubtedly among the best in the world, but at this moment, the thunderous spear is constantly colliding with the blood-red phantom, and even, retreating.

Maybe he can do it without retreating, and fight back, but Sbreinier can't.

In the moment of clearing the air, Mercer had already pounced on the spot. Having absorbed the dragon's bloodline and the special diǎn of the R cell, his body may be only inferior to that of the humanoid dragon king, and as a result, he also allows his initial velocity to surpass the speed of sound without air as an obstacle.

The four scales behind him continued to accelerate at the speed of their bodies, and the air that had been discharged before also suddenly returned under the preset control, giving a push from behind.

Even Odin has to avoid the edge for the time being.

In the eyes of ordinary people, in the process of their fight, dozens of moves have been taken.

The eight-legged Pegasus couldn't resist several terrifying reactions, but retreating was undoubtedly dragging down his master. Fortunately, this behemoth weighing several tons was not in vain, although it was very difficult to support, and even the hooves of the eight horses that were bent on the ground sank into the earth for several centimeters, and eight deep marks were plowed on the ground.

But you can't borrow power from the air.

If it weren't for the fact that the two people who were fighting were monsters beyond the imagination of ordinary people, for normal people or martial artists with profound cultivation, jumping into the air would be tantamount to cocooning themselves.

The air is flowing back.

Mercer, of course, was bound with murderous intent, but he did not lose his sanity in battle. With his insight and mastery of 'force', he stepped on it fiercely, stepping on what was originally air.

Flowing air is a less typical fluid, but has a certain surface tension compared to still air. Stepping on the air dozens of times in an instant is the practice in the comics, in fact, with the time and strength to close the foot, it is better to step on it directly, and it can be more economical and fast.

With the help of the reaction force of the air, he took off again, quickly forward, twisted and kicked a whip leg, pumping the air out of the sonic boom wail, and the scales behind him also stabbed again at high speed with the speed of this second acceleration.

"Boom-"

The sonic boom and Odin's fist-swinging figure rang out at the same time, almost turning into a thunderous explosion.

Odin opted for a tough fight because there was no room to retreat again. With all his might, he smashed his fist directly into Mercer's foot, which was like a chiseled axe - he had his pride, so he did not choose the flank and knee meniscus, which were more anatomically and powerfully fragile.

The result of this punch also lived up to his pride. Mercer's ankle was shattered and snapped off at the smash, but his volley, which was reversed and redirected, knocked Odin's right hand back with the gun.

"Whew-"

It was not a very inconspicuous sound, but it marked a greater victory.

Two black-and-red scales pierced Odin's shoulder armor in a moment's moment, and two were stabbed through by the golden spear Gungnir before they arrived.

After repelling Mercer's right leg with a backhand, Odin immediately grabbed a scale that pierced into his body, and Mercer didn't care, but twisted his body more quickly with inertia, and took the initiative to make the scale unbearable and break from it.

The other surviving scallop finally brought up a string of golden blood that he wanted to see.

If you want to get it, you must first sacrifice.

Mercer's legs and the five fingers of his right hand were propped up on the ground, his hair, which had already turned all white, was still swaying from the previous wind pressure, and after a slight ironic smile, even his face was obscured by a long black beak mask.

With his left hand, he pulled the last scale from his back, ignoring the pain of the tear, and after temporarily activating the scale into a hard material, he raised his elbow and shook his wrist with precision, perfectly embodying the wisdom of battle.

Odin wielded his spear and picked off his hidden weapon, and with his hand, he ripped off another scale from his body. The eight-legged Pegasus roared in rage, as if spewing thunder, and the power it had been building up for a long time was about to explode into a swift dash to complete an unrivaled attack for its master.

By this time, however, Mercer had regenerated and leapt into mid-air again.

Slebnir's dash was interrupted, and no matter how swift and skillful a charge was, it took distance to accelerate to the maximum, and Odin didn't want to understand the battle with a single shot. So he simply brandished a spear that surpassed the speed of sound, and whipped Mercer, who had suddenly given up resistance, away.

It's just that the trajectory of this flight is not very right.

The moment the spear hit Mercer, he used the regenerated Katsuko to block the attack, and the direction of the force on different parts of the force was also different, and with the acceleration of the spear, he smashed almost vertically into the ground.

He already knew the structure of the soil and rocks.

When he touched the ground, he forcibly replaced his movements with a stampede. After the leg shattered and broke again, the tremendous force was transmitted to the rock formations under the soil.

The dragon's tooth-like layer of rock bloomed into the shape of a lotus flower, protruding from the ground in an arc and attacking the eight-legged Pegasi and Odin.

There was blood gushing out.

Mercer's hands in claw mode were already caught between Odin's shoulder armor and neck, the sharp claws were no worse than those alchemy weapons, and under excessive force, Odin's golden armor was diffused with various cracks.

Odin won.

Because his spear was already in the back of Mercer's head, he only needed to stab hard, and Mercer would be in a predicament where he could not fight back.

The eight-legged Pegasus wails as the rock pierces its muscles and reaches its internal organs.

Odin didn't protect it in that blow, and that's why he wasn't defeated at Mercer's hands.

"You're strong, kind."

After a long confrontation, Odin took the initiative to withdraw the spear, not caring about the murderous intent in Mercer's eyes and the claws that still placed on his armor to threaten him.

"That's not me."

(So it's the most difficult to write a play, and I don't know if it's good or not, but this chapter is really difficult to write anyway...... ）