Everywhere, endless resistance.

This was Mercer's first thought after he rushed into the vast realm of alchemy. The air around him reflected to him was like glue, and the speed that had reached tens of meters per second was forced back to the limit that humans could reach.

Perhaps in the eyes of normal people, this speed has reached the dazzling Cheng dù, but in this level of battle, it is equivalent to a turtle crawling slowly.

In the next instant, he paid the price for this unexpected realm strength.

"If that's what you call a powerful enough force, then I think it's time to declare the countdown to your death."

The tall cyan figure casually played with the sickle in her hand, and the terrifying huge murder weapon was as obedient as a child's toy in her hands, bringing a dark and heavy fierce light in the air.

Mercer stared down, and there was an incision in his waist that nearly split him in two. The moment he was sliced open, the excessive sharpness and swiftness made him feel almost no pain. Fortunately, the black-red flesh buds surged immediately afterward, perfectly exerting the super regenerative ability of the prototype and began to repair the wound.

Although the blow was already a nostalgia for the old love—it would not have been difficult to cut him in half—it was not a reason for Mercer to stop.

Before the wound was completely healed, he lowered his body again and charged with explosive power, and the camera of the monitor next to him could capture the afterimage of white hair fluttering in the air at this moment.

"Learn wisely," Jörmungandr said absent-mindedly, his wrist turning at the same time with a speed and agility far beyond human comprehension, like a blooming blue-gray lotus. After a few loud reverberations, the sparks and colors of Katsuko's and scythe's clashing remained in the solidified air.

"Is that enough?"

The Dragon King is a super life that is inherently higher than humans by the essence of life, and even if he has a powerful force enough to form a crush, he will not be stupid like a boss in an RPG game waiting for the brave to hold back his big move.

The scythe's slash struck again, just in time to seize the opportunity for all four Katsuko to temporarily fall back into force, and the rapid speed contrasted sharply with the heavy air that seemed to be filled with lead, shaking out three phantoms, both real and false, sealing all the angles from which Mercer could dodge.

There is no doubt that battle is a contest of strength, and combat skills are the use of strength, and no matter how hard he tries in this regard, it is impossible to fight for the power of the king of the earth and the mountain.

Without hesitation, he leaned sideways and gave up one of his arms, thus avoiding more damage from the scythe.

"What the hell are you? It seems that the dragon kings do not have such a strong ability to recover. Faintly, Jörmungader's curious voice came from the most condensed air, but a great sense of crisis enveloped Mercer, something similar to the instinct of a creature to seek advantage and avoid harm, so that he subconsciously turned his body sideways again, and with a wrong step, he twisted and jumped backwards.

As he leaped to his feet, another sharp mang slashed his other arm.

Pulse Perception told him the truth.

Through Guò's manipulation of the solidification of the air, as well as the mastery of the mastery, she just instantly got out of the center of the original realm and came nearby. The speed of the sound wave was slowed down by the increasing density of the medium, and when it reached his ears, the air that had been squeezed out of its original position did not have time to return to its original position, and it took on a vague human-shaped depression. This qiē created the illusion that she was still in place.

“…… Stratagem? I don't think you need to. ”

Both arms turned into puddles of dead flesh and fell to the ground, but instead of panicking, Mercer calmly opened his realm to resist the stagnant air, waiting for his arms to regenerate.

At best, his mental turmoil was aware of the power gap between the two.

"You can understand that it is the nature of dragons, insidious, cunning, and unscrupulous for the sake of victory......"

The static field dissipated again, attracting tiny specimens of dust in the air, making her vague figure more unrecognizable, and at most judging from her voice what was on her mind.

"But you're right," Jörmungård suddenly pulled his scythe-wielding hand behind his back, a mysterious smile on his lips - of course, Mercer was completely invisible. "With our power gap, there's really no need to do this."

Instinct came into play again.

When he leapt into the air and used three consecutive aerial dashes to retreat, a loud bang shook the entire underground cavern. Unlike the simple sound transmission before, this time even the whole earth is trembling.

On the natural dome, stalactite pillars formed over thousands of years smashed to the ground one after another with shaking, shattering; The huge monolithic rock also let out an overwhelmed wail, and the smooth and solid section strangely burst out of the middle and cracked into sharp rock spikes. A deep ravine is revealed, and its deep darkness seems to have been formed hundreds of years ago.

It is consistent with what is recorded in the history book that subverts the three views of ordinary people.

"When it awakens, the mountains will turn into ravines." Jörmungad muttered in a low voice, not knowing whether it was to express joy at his own strength or a meaningful sigh.

"Boom-"

With a gentle tread, a force of almost less than 100 n accurately disrupts the stress balance inside the rock beneath your feet, and directs the chaotic and conflicting stresses to twist into a wave of alternating stress that fluctuates at a very high frequency, warping-deformation-destroying the structure, and the changes that do not occur in the very special cases are completed in an instant.

Even because the tensile stress was so strong and sudden, the compressive stress was eliminated, and huge rocks flew out of the seemingly solid ground, comparable to a cannonball that had just been discharged.

What seems like a scientific process is actually as magical as a vector manipulation.

Unable to use his unregenerated hands, he counteracted the blow with a frontal assault with four scales. But with the full explosion of the power of the king of the earth and the mountain, the ground has become the most dangerous trap, almost every second there will be a very unscientific and complex power change in the trembling earth, one after another rock spikes try to block all his landing positions.

The deep cracks are as unpredictable as snakes, and the cracks that were still spitting darkness one moment are squeezed to the next without leaving a trace, and when they make a bang, they splatter gravel like bullets.

And another, wider trap was like an open trap, waiting for him to fall in.

Before the sound comes, the person arrives first.

In the midst of the countless chaotic roars, the chaotic pulse-sensing images allowed him to discover the most unusual fluctuations—swiftness, stealth, and extreme danger.

The air around him instantly became even more condensed than before, comparable to a real colloidal solution, and the slash wrapped in the arc of electricity advanced without any interference, like a fleeting phantom, but any object that was slashed would probably only be cut off.

Not to mention the power that is enough to shatter a qiē [force], if he is hit by a fatal [eye], his regeneration ability is probably as much a joke as those shattering and exploding rocks.

"Qiang~"

With the long sound of metal clashes, Jörmunga's invincible scythe was actually resisted head-on at this moment, even she was a little surprised. But when she saw Mercer's weapon clearly, she laughed disapprovingly.

The long-formed Atkan knife [Gluttony] with an inward curved blade and a straight front of the blade is sputtering sparks, and the 'gu' on the inscription is shining blood-red from Mercer's blood.

The Seven Deadly Sins.

The ultimate weapon of the dragon slayer, which had been kept in a heavy black box before, was hidden by him in an inconspicuous corner. It wasn't until he was forced to turn it on that he chose to open it. Is it because there is still a glimmer of undetectable expectation in my heart?

He didn't want to use this ominous weapon—not that he knew anything, but that he knew from the first sight of it that it was destined to be bathed in blood and carnage forever.

So after pulling out this deadliest weapon, he really understood what it meant to have no room for turn.

The blade was trembling, as if the gluttony was in good harmony with him, but needless to say, the feeling of longing for blood was magnified exponentially. Thirst for killing, fill your insatiable appetite with blood...... Mew seeds?

No. The Seven Deadly Sins only crave dragon blood.

The heavy black box lay quietly behind him, sliding open in the shape of a fan, and the vacant position was not only [gluttony] but also ** [lazy].

"Finally aware of the current situation?"

Jörmungard smiled mockingly, and between the arrogance and wantonness, there was still a lot of sadness - but what could the dragon king be sad about? Maybe it's just because this weapon is stained with too much dragon blood.

"Oops, alas, you seem to wake up a little late."

The violent wind is the spirit of words and the pupil of the wind king does not know how many times the advanced spirit of words, between the flying sand and stones, the arc burst - theoretically, the four basic forces can be counted as the conceptual range of force, and her alchemy field happens to be related to this. As a result, she can even manipulate an arc of electricity to pierce through the air, an attack that instantly burns out the nerves in the creature's body, killing it.

Fortunately, the prototype is basically immune to any lethal attack.

Tons of air swept through the cavity towards the eye of the storm, and the tremendous pressure tugged at Mercer's body, even though his feet were already deep in the ground. Once he is drawn to the center by the hurricane, the forces of chaos will completely destroy all of his defenses, and at that point, he will have no choice but to resist until he dies completely.

Turn it on, right? Why hesitate?

A bloodthirsty voice sounded inside him, but it didn't shake him in the slightest. The gale lifted the pale forehead, and a small fragment of the dress floated from nowhere, gently brushing his cheek.

Leaving a blackened gray trail, and no zài temperature.

'You see, you always like to run away from ......'

The sound of the wind filled every place he could hear, the rough grit scraping against his skin, but the ethereal sound still rang persistently—in his ears? Or somewhere else? Hallucination......

Mercer raised his hand to grasp it, but the weight of the sword in his hand made him stagnate, and the helpless white rag fluttered in the wind for less than a second before being swept into some inexplicable corner.

Maybe it's crushed under the rock, or maybe it's torn apart into finer pieces by the exerted tension.

Is it possible that some of them will fly out of here?

The eyeballs were still blankly trying to chase the familiar figure, but all they could see was the image of the cloth that had been left before. In fact, even the cloth has disappeared for a while.

Choose to lose, or not to ......

The tiny fragments of the Black Light RC virus gradually spread from Hebao to the whole body, and the original four red scales immediately dissolved, and in their place were six terrifying thick centipede-shaped Hezi. The color is unknown and pitch black.

[Half-Herd].

The sword glowed even hotter, and consciousness seemed to fall silent, leaving only the purest ......

It's time to take a gamble.

With his last sigh remaining, it was as if he had caught another glimpse of the white shards swaying in the wind, hesitating, whirling, lamenting alone in the wind.

Weakness and avoidance do not save anyone or anything, and perhaps we should have understood this earlier.

(l~1`x*>+``+