The difference in strength is absolute, in normal times, ** temple may not have touched the body of the dragon has been torn to pieces by the spirit of words, even if there is a temple sha, it is just barely able to break through the defense, and people who are not recognized by the treasure are unable to exert the power that the treasure should have.

But the time ability, one of the most advanced abilities in the world, can break this law for a short time, and the speed is not as fast as the other party's reaction, it doesn't matter, it can be accelerated by a thousand times or ten thousand times.

A single injury is only equivalent to being hurt by a utility knife, it doesn't matter, in the time that has been stretched countless times, you can patiently carve the wound caused by yourself, the superposition of a knife, just like the one that will always change when the reeds are spread on the back of a camel.

Who said that the utility knife can't stab the dead, under the hands of the ** temple, a thousand blood flowers are blooming, the throat, the back of the heart, the back of the head, as long as it is a vital part, he has not let go, and even many times he has dissected the internal organs of the dragon, saw the hot blood like magma, and heard the heartbeat that was long to infinite.

The blade is like cutting wood and breaking the heart of the dragon with difficulty, ** Temple carefully avoided the splash of blood, the dragon blood in the dragon clan is not a good thing to strengthen the body, this is a poison, the dragon gene with a strong erosion ability will continue to destroy and transform the human bloodline, and finally become an irrational Deadpool.

Only a handful of humans with strong perseverance will be the lucky ones to survive and then live their lives without the shadow of dragonization, and there is nothing more terrible for intelligent beings than losing their sense of self.

**Si didn't want to embark on the path of alienation on such an important occasion, but he was ready to analyze and study the next evolution of the human body using the dragon's genes as a template in the future.

As perfect creatures in the ultra-ancient period, dragons have long been ahead of humans, and even the ** temple, a body that claims to be unable to surpass performance for hundreds of years, cannot be compared.

"No, you still can't kill it."

The wound is healing, and the ability to regenerate at a super speed has surpassed the speed of Kaguya's resurrection after each death, even if it is slowed down countless times, **Temple can clearly see that the flesh and blood of the dragons are being reforged, and even the newborn flesh and blood are stronger.

His attacks looked like he was helping the dragon get a more perfect body.

Of course, he saw the huge white line behind the dragon, and he was ready to cut it off as soon as possible, and the dragon without recovery ability was just a target.

But the incomparably sharp Shoden Zana could not cut off this strange white line, and the blade was very unsuitable for such a thing that lacked hardness and flexibility to the limit, and less than half of the 100% power could work.

Plus......

**Temple looked at the end of the silk thread, stretched into the void and disappeared, not directly connected to the tentacles of death in the sky, but there is no doubt that these life-depriving silk threads are transmitting the life force.

Otherwise, it is impossible to explain the regenerative power that transcends common sense.

"Conceptual matter, there is no actual material structure, but it cannot be explained by scientific rules, and the physical properties are not necessarily."

Almost the most sinister situation, these materials are still only a few words seen in a certain magic book from Patchouli, and there is not even more detailed information, let alone countermeasures.

But since it can't be cut off here, then it's always okay to change the place, and cut off the end point so that the source is cut off, as long as all the silk threads parasitic on the human body in this Nibelungen are cut off.

It can be seen from the fact that Reimu walked in with a few broken silk threads before, and the ones outside are not indestructible.

There is not much time, and there is a limit to the time that can be attached to the amulet after all.

**The temple took back the temple and took out a lot of mercury from his pocket and poured it into the dragon's body, and the silver liquid was like water dripping into the boiling oil, making an unpleasant sound, and all the parts that came into contact with it were charred into black.

Sure enough, mercury was highly poisonous to dragons, and the temple then stuffed a time bomb weighing several kilograms, avoiding it from a distance of about two hundred meters, and passing through the silk thread that had also slowed down to an almost delicate level in the time it stopped.

Boom, the power of time in the amulet was finally exhausted, and the ** temple also detonated all the bombs at the same time, and a small mushroom cloud splashed behind him, and the strong air flow even dispelled the haze in the sky.

The wind filled the world, with a faint smell of gunpowder.

"Failed?"

But the ** temple is not surprised, because the power is much smaller, it was originally expected that the effective killing radius is a full 100 meters, in this range, whether it is a house or life, even the air will decompose under the extreme heat.

Even the walls he was hiding from would be blown away by the currents, carrying him back like a skateboard, rather than simply shaking it a few times.

"It has an unimaginable resistance to metal products, and more than 40% of all bombs are made of metal, and according to the current situation, it is very likely that they are bronze bloodlines, or even bronze dragon kings." ** Temple judged the category to which the dragon belonged.

Very difficult to deal with, it is almost a complete restraint of human technology, as a descendant of the king sitting on the throne of bronze and fire, his restraint on metal is too obvious, and most of the modern weapons on the temple are made of metal.

As long as he approached the bronze bloodline, almost all of them would be vaporized by the temperature close to the surface of the sun, if only the sword of Damocles he made that time was still there, only in this way would it be possible to kill the bronze bloodline with the metal that exceeded the specifications and the gravitational acceleration of the earth.

Let's go and join the others, he can't do it alone.

The dragon was roaring, and the moment he went out, he seemed to encounter something strange, time zero? No, it was a more powerful ability of time, if it weren't for the fact that the absolute amount was too small, he would even think that he had met that great king.

There are many wounds, very deep, if he is not forced to use the ability of feathering, there are countless sacrifices for him to recover, maybe he has lost the ability to move, but compared to the pain on the body, what makes him even more angry is that it is a human who hurt himself, an ordinary human who does not even have a humble bloodline!

He was angry.

The flame burns.

The whole Nibelungen woke up and welcomed its master, and all the houses of the false world were on fire, as if a grand bonfire had begun, and the shadows were turned into demons and monsters and reveled in the trembling flames, madness!

Ibaraki looked at the changes here with some surprise, the flames burned in the wooden house, burning very quickly, burning fiercely, and the ashes that turned into debris kept falling, and she dodged many times before she found that this house could not stay anymore.

Not only that, but the houses inside the entire enchantment can't stay anymore, and there are tentacles of death outside, and there are flaming devils here, which is really a mortal situation.

She sighed slightly, and took off the bandage on her hand, the bandage blessed by the fairy art should be able to last for a while, so find the culprit of the mutation in the shortest possible time and solve it.

Such a bad behavior is beyond the scope of pranks, so it's okay to open the killing ring a little?

Picking up the two knives on the ground with an uncomfortable aura, Hua Fan flew up, controlling his bandage to bounce off the silk threads that were in the way.

"It's the first time I've found myself hating baby silkworms so much. Kindness? Looks like the door is open again? ”

She was a little surprised to feel the breath of Gensokyo in the past, and for some reason this closed world opened the door again, but she knew that it would definitely not be a good thing.

In the world of Gensokyo, after experiencing an inexplicable hidden incident, everyone has no intention of sleeping, losing their father and mother, the pain of sons and daughters is permeated among the crowd, and no one knows that the next person who is hidden by God will be their relatives or even themselves, panicked and at a loss.

But one thing is certain, the world is no longer a safe haven, at least not until this mutation is over.

The crowd slowly withdrew, and there were some resting places outside the human world for those who had entered other realms to gather food and medicine, and it would be no problem to settle down in a short time.

It's just that watching the number of people gradually decrease, the lights gradually go out, and become like a ghost, Richard still has an indescribable taste in his heart.

Pure manpower is too fragile in the face of mysterious forces, and his command and judgment are always very good, but there are still losses that cannot be ignored, this is his pot, and he took it.

"Lord Richard, the Interior of the World has now been emptied, and only some of the last guards and some of the people with limited mobility remain."

The deputy came up to report, he nodded, ready to leave with the last group, and the moment he turned around, the whole world changed.

Deprived of color, the moon turned a dull gray, the thick scorched smoke almost made him breathless, and then he saw something that would wake him up from his dreams for a long time.

The white thread, thin, soft, looks like a silkworm spit out a silk thread, so weak that it looks like it will break when it is blown, but this is a nightmare, this is the devil.

A guard in a slightly closer place came into contact with it, and in a very short time, it turned into a withered and weak corpse, and ended his voice before he could let out a single cry.

Death is coming.