"It's just a bird, can it compete with the sun and the moon?"

Odin's voice was still loud, like thunder under the shield of his helmet. Slebnir snorted, white steam spurting from his nostrils, while he disdainfully scraped the ground with his forelegs.

The man who was holding the village rain to kill all directions and roaring in his heart burst blood three times was lying on the ground weakly at this time, his golden pupils dilated; The bones of the arms and hands were twisted and folded, and the white fractures pierced out the muscles, and the ancient knife village rain discarded it aside; There was a terrible scratch on the front of the abdomen, and you could see that the blood inside had turned into a blue-brown organ after the third explosion of blood, and the blood slowly spread and flowed in all directions.

It's miserable.

Although he has tried to do what is impossible for more than 95% of the A half-bloods, and has advanced the explosion of blood to the point of liberating the heart of the dragon king, the reality is always cruel and real, he will not fight all over the world because of this kind of effort to gamble his life, and Odin will not plummet because of his efforts to be inferior to dogs. It is impossible for ordinary half-bloods to use bloodlines to confront the king, and it must be known that the so-called "dragon power" that is enough to oppress most half-bloods is just a simple deterrent caused by a bloodline gap.

At the moment when the spirit of words and time zero spread to the extreme, this man slashed out a peerless and amazing move, but Odin was not even able to parry, and all kinds of esoteric dragon words came out of his mouth, and an invisible realm rose directly from his body in an instant, like a strengthened and enlarged version of the spirit of words and dustless land, and the man's slash bounced away.

The powerful reaction force completely fed back his condensed sword to himself, and his arm was immediately broken in half, and Odin just in time for him to draw a shot, and blood burst out immediately.

"Maybe you're already the best of humanity, and that bravery is to be appreciated. However, sinners who do not submit will eventually usher in death. ”

Odin drove Pegasus to slowly approach, leaning over to look at the dying middle-aged man, his eyes indifferent, like water under a polar glacier. “ite，missa，est!”

The deity on the horse slowly recited the Latin verses at the end of the Mass, and the gray and black cloak hung down to cover his golden armor, and it really looked like a living mourning for the dead.

The man's only movable eyes rolled, and there was still a cunning in the gold—maybe he wanted to say something more? What to say?

"Bang-"

With a loud bang, the spear was lifted high and fell swiftly like thunder slashing into the earth. Almost half of the spear pierced into the asphalt, and the impact caused by the huge force caused the road surface to crack and shatter more than 20 meters around the center of the spear's landing point, and the white smoke was bursting, and the destructive force was terrifying—and the point where the spear landed was the chest of the man on the ground.

"Snort-"

A small voice rang out, and the blood-stained spear was pulled out of the deep ground and the man's devastated body, still golden and shiny.

So, the man who was out of the box and always loved to burst seeds, was truly dead, even if Odin indifferently rode Pegasus over his mangled corpse. He died, completely without the handsomeness and chic of those moments before his life. In fact, whether it is fate or death, he himself understands that it is just to cheer up the children and laugh, so why lie to himself? It's like that "I can fight back" delusion joke.

There is no room for redemption, and there has never been.

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Snake-like enemies are still watching.

Mercer fell to his knees, only one hand reduced to a claw, the other still in its normal form. With him as the center, scattered stumps and severed arms were scattered all over the ground, as well as all kinds of dry flesh fragments and gray bone fragments.

The structure of high-level Deadpool is very peculiar, they are not driven by life force, but the main energy source of action is actually a kind of spiritual energy, and the source of energy is pointed to Odin. This led him to have no way to rely on the devouring ability of the black light virus to replenish their corpses. The number of high-level Deadpools is getting smaller and smaller, but there are still nearly twenty; The more his body was consumed, the less energy available to him was getting less, and he was already on his knees completely.

"You ugly and disgusting ...... Depend on! I still want to sneak attack Lao Tzu! ”

I wanted to learn from that man's mouth cannon, but those senior Deadpools, who gradually became N times more clever in the battle, immediately seized this opportunity, and a total of three pounced together, and the attack range just happened to occupy all the upper, middle and lower three lanes.

Mercer first turned his head away from the claws coming at the door, then elbowed the fellow's neck; Raise your knee and slam again, fight the price of the meniscus being discounted, use the second leg flick to drive the calf, and kick this thing in the middle away; Finally, he stabbed his claws directly in the back, piercing the body of the sneak attacker, turning around and punching hard, shattering the skull.

The battle lasted almost for more than an hour, and he had basically been exposed to Deadpool's fighting methods, as long as it was A-level and below, it was definitely a matter of a few minutes to put down.

"It's a wonderful fight, although your words are strange, I haven't seen it."

On the other side, Odin, who was done with his work, approached slowly on his horse, his spear still staining with blood that had not been washed away by the rain. "I guess you're a good fighter too."

"False praise, this is all false praise."

Mercer, who knew that this was a critical moment of survival, did not dare to say anything, and bent his body slightly in order to show respect.

To be honest, he didn't come up with any good plans for tonight's events. Because this is the Nibelungen, it is impossible to get out lightly when you come in; If you don't come in, you won't be able to complete the task; But when you come in, you are destined to face the current scene full of death flags.

"In the same way, then, I give you a death."

Odin's voice was still solemn, but Mercer's whole person was going to Sparta - hey, hey, hey! That's not the right script, right? Shouldn't it be that you come and ask me to surrender and then I respectfully agree, and then both of you rejoice? This kind of killer table as soon as it comes up, could it be that I chose the wrong game difficulty?

"The name of this gun is Gungnir, which means 'through'. It is like a long river of fate, representing the concept of 'must be hit'. On horseback, the deity raised his spear to his chest, as if to allow Mercer to take a closer look. Then now, it will bring the judgment of fate. ”

Hearing this, Mercer turned around without hesitation and flew to the side, but as soon as his feet left the ground, a patch of gold filled his entire vision. A strong force came from his skull, knocking him flying a full fifty meters.

"Let's go." Odin approached Mercer and pulled the spear from his skull that was right in the middle of the eyebrow and pierced, even though the skull exploded like a red flower on the ground. Behind him, Deadpools spread out like wolves, striding on blood and rain, following closely

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