In the basement of the mall, the light of the day is gone, and the shiny display cases are clouded, and the only thing that moves may be the security guard who patrols the night with flashlights in the distance.

And a white shadow wandered silently.

Seriously, this is the second time he has entered the Nibelungen, but he doesn't know the specific method of entry, and the first time he entered the elevated road is also by Chu Zihang's father and son.

In his spare time, he also searched for information about Beijing Subway Line 1, but the information he came up with was not helpful, because the four stations behind the apple orchard - Fushouling, Gaojing, Heishi, and Sanjiadian - one of them was still accessible through the entrance and exit of Guò, the other two were sealed with cement and debris, and one was locked from the inside.

How many stations can you enter the Nibelungen?

In any case, the Nibelungen, which is almost located in another dimension, will never use the barrier formed by cement and debris as a gate, and even if it does blow up any barricades, it will at most be a platform that is almost scrapped.

But it doesn't matter, because instinct tells him how to do it.

A burning sensation like fire surged deep inside him, pulling the dragon's blood in his body and pointing it in a certain direction. Due to the peculiarities of his body structure, the Nibelungen imprint could not be reflected on the surface of the body, but the feeling that appeared from the heart was more helpful for him to find the entrance.

Crossing the underground mall and taking the Guò elevator shaft to the next floor with ease, Mercer began to run quickly.

Wandering along with his instincts, he quickly lost his way even with the pulse perception foundation, but as he moved forward at a rapid pace, the burning feeling in his heart became more and more intense.

Finally, when the fog cleared all around him, he stopped.

There were black cinders underfoot, and it was hard to tell if he was standing on the tracks or in front of an unbuilt platform. The gradually increasing fiery sensation also reached its peak, as if shouting the name of the Nibelungen. Pulse sensing is completely useless, and all that can be detected is a chaotic magnetic field and fluctuations.

It's here.

He prepared to move on, taking a step and bringing a faint contemplation of the wind, which pierced the fog before him, slowly blowing away a veil of the natural barrier.

The pale and dull face, and the empty and desperate eyes, flashed with a terrible gold that was devoured by the people.

'Deadpool......

He groaned, holding his footsteps. However, the breeze seemed to be stimulated by something, and it kept spinning and sweeping, expanding its size, and finally causing the fog to shrink and retreat, revealing what was really hidden within.

Stain after touch of the same pale, desperate black.

This vast army has been buried in the dark subterranean space for an unknown number of years, and the only thing that is certain is that it attracts all the disqualified hybrids of the world, day after day, year after year, and gathers this terrifying power with the same despair and fanaticism.

In the Nibelungen, they forever exude a fascination with the living, spending their immortal time with supreme torment.

Dense black-robed figures filled all the areas of the tunnel in sight, and they were silent and frozen, and although the urge to thirst for blood made them almost insane, the order from the bloodline superior was greater than a qiē. So they stared at Mercer blankly, as if they were facing a cloud of air.

They are like a cloud of air, silent.

"Click-"

The tiniest voice would have been amplified a thousand times more at this moment, and under the gaze of those once glorious eyes, the white-haired young man took a step forward and crushed a cinder. The black and gray are stained with the same black soles.

"Sand ...... Sand...... Sand ......"

He paused for a moment, then continued on his way, unconcerned, stepping louder and louder sounds, and in his eyes, black-red and gold were frantically wrestling, tangling in a cloud.

The Deadpool army didn't stir, just watched his movements quietly, keeping absolutely still.

His pace became faster and faster, from sprinting to running, the faint blood red condensed on his waist, as if something special would happen in the next moment, and the black-red filaments were already uneasily swirling around his whole body.

"Boom-"

The two did not come into contact, but a circle of golden translucent fields rapidly expanded from Mercer's body, and the Vientiane Celestial Sign, which he had always looked extraordinarily weak, finally came into play at this moment. The powerful repulsive force lifted the cinders on the ground and the thin-looking Deadpools.

It was like a blow to the front, and the black shadows scattered in all directions.

"Don't get in the way......"

His indifferent voice was also within the range of repulsion, and when the effect of the word impact disappeared this time, it could only be transmitted into the air in its original place.

Deadpool who landed - maybe not just landed. The annoying and indistinguishable Deadpools finally moved, they changed their previous well-behaved behavior, and now they rushed up like the water that opened the floodgates, and their hands covered with blue-gray scales stretched out from under the black robes, and the passage was instantly filled with all kinds of silent howls.

'So thirsty......' 'So tired......' 'Tear his ......' 'Fresh flesh ......'' Eat ......' Can't let him pass'......' 'Tear ......'

The dead speak the words of the dead, and then they will die again.

Dull metallic bones flipped out of Mercer's arms, and the black light virus perfectly simulated the hardness and sharpness of the bones of a creature stronger than metal, and the successive bone spurs were connected by surging muscle groups and blood vessels, and finally meandered to the palm, and the ends of the protrusions protruded five slender claws that could lightly penetrate the steel plates.

It was too late, but it was just a movement that was close to flashing, and seven or eight Deadpools who flew up were cut in half, keeping their painful pale countenance, and were swallowed up by black and red tentacles.

The tireless army of Deadpools filled the short-lived void in the next second, their attacks monotonous and outnumbered, capable of endlessly advancing even if they fell like a peerless mowing under Mercer's claws. Ants bite elephants to death, which is never an empty phrase.

Just like the powerful Uesugi Yue, the former shadow emperor of the Eight Snake Families, when facing the sea-like ghost-toothed dragon viper, the only way is to detonate his own spirit and black sun, and guide the collapse of the Nibelungen.

But Deadpool isn't a ghost-toothed viper, and Mercer isn't Uesugi Egioshi.

The second time he used the Spirit of Words, the Vientiane Heavenly Sign, the golden realm was not as sharp as the first time, and he was only able to knock back the mountains and seas of Deadpool in front of him instead of knocking him away, but he was not dissatisfied, but took a small step back, bowed, and made a preparation for the real battle.

The claw form calmed down, and he still hung his head as if he had given up on the attack, not looking at the Deadpools who were flying towards him, which made people wonder if he had given up resistance and was ready to kill him.

Unfortunately, this will never happen.

"Click-"

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, where all eyes were on and no one was looking, and his thumb, covered with black blood clots, lightly pressed on the third knuckle of his index finger, slowly, but undoubtedly, made a crisp sound that belonged to the bone joint.

The black light virus in the lower back is completely active, and it spreads at a high speed that ordinary people can't even detect, becoming a peerless biological weapon.

Facing Deadpool, who was almost close to his face, Mercer just tilted his head, grinning playfully, mixing with Sensen's white fangs and revealing a cruel but affectionate smile. The whites of the black eyes and the red pupils reflect the pain of the dead, and also mix with the sorrow that does not belong to the human being.

Four blood-red giant scales erupted, showing a speed that was completely unbefitting of their size.

Among the black and white dead, it is like a brilliant red flower.

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