In the hearts of car owners who can afford to buy a luxury car, safety is always the first place to note, after all, for the rich bosses, the car can be bought again, hundreds of thousands, millions of cars are just big toys in their hands to support the façade, they do not need a car mark to prove their worth, so the word safety is what they really like.

BBA series of luxury cars have always been known for safety, the higher the price, the stronger the vehicle's collision resistance, but fortunately, Lin Nian drove on the highway today is a Mercedes-Benz, not the crispy emperor of the Passat, if it is a Passat, then he is not cold, it is estimated that the car has already been destroyed, and there is no next story...

On the elevated road in the rainstorm, the paint-stripped, scratched Mercedes-Benz S500 leans against the guardrail, the rain washes away the wounded beast's injuries, the parking lights flicker like a whimpering signal in the rainy night, and the wind blows the schadenfrefreude-like willow arm waving its branches.

Raindrops dripped from the broken roof into the car, the cold rain fell on Lin Nian's closed eyelids, and after his eyelashes fluttered slightly, he opened his eyes, and what greeted him was the boundless viaduct outside the car window, and the stormy night that was dark and never dayless.

The seat belt was properly strapped to his body, it was the last thing he did before the car accident, and it was also the most correct thing, if he hadn't worn the seat belt, he would have been in the clothes in the drum washing machine.

The blonde girl beside Lin Nian looked at the rain outside the window in a daze, and her blazing golden eyes revealed a little light reflected on the car window. The car CD stopped playing, and the last track shown on it was, for some reason, it didn't continue to play, and the whole car could only hear the noisy sound of rain, and the elevated road was deserted, where was the god horse, where was the unmanned ghost Maybach?

Lin Nian raised his hand and knocked on the cracked roof of the car, making a clear sound, he reached out and tore a small piece of iron down, and after determining that the unknown "field" had been lifted, he took off his windbreaker without saying a word, pulled out four thin daggers from the inside of his shoes, and covered the windbreaker on the roof of the car, and the four daggers were nailed through the iron sheet on the roof of the car to make a temporary raincloth.

The upper right corner of the mobile phone placed on the co-pilot showed no signal, Lin Nian in the driver's seat just glanced at it and lost interest, he adjusted his sitting posture to fix the seat belt, broke his neck and made a clattering sound, and picked up the metal ball stick that fell under the co-pilot and cut it everywhere and wrapped it in polyethylene cloth, and only after doing everything did he step on the accelerator of the car.

The engine buzzed, and the miserable-looking Mercedes-Benz S500 actually started, reversing in the rainy night and driving normally into this strange elevated road, and the taillights quickly disappeared into the night.

Mercedes-Benz S500 slid on the elevated road, the car screen exited the CD interface and turned into driving mode, Lin Nian switched the driving mode to sport+, the response speed of the car throttle reached the limit, the car suspension became stiffer, and even the steering wheel began to feel heavy.

The speed of the vehicle gradually climbed from 100kmh, 120kmh, 150kmh, 200kmh, until the indicator glowed dangerously red at 250kmh, and the exhaust sound even overwhelmed the thunder for a while, leaving a string of beast-like roars on the elevated road.

In a typical dangerously driven car, the blonde girl gently sways on the passenger seat with her legs crossed, the hem of her white hospital gown swaying in the breeze from the roof, and she hums a song to the tune of Wagner's opera: The Gold of the Rhine.

Lin Nian on the side stepped on the accelerator and the golden pupils quietly watched the end of the elevated road, which was full of gloomy golden flames, if the previous Maybach and the elusive eight-legged horse forced him to set foot on this road, then now he is a hundred thousand urgent, impatient to squeeze the horsepower galloping under the seat, rushing to the end of the elevated road.

Mercedes-Benz S500 reached the limit, 250kmh speed, 1 second time 70 meters distance fleeting, the flowing black sedan became a black lightning, the exhaust hole spewed out its owner's manic mood.

The stereo was suddenly turned on, and the song that had been paused was played again, and the jazz minor key wafted in the car, but it did not bring a relaxed atmosphere to anyone, because under the chorus was hidden a grim laughter, like a god sitting on the top of a cloud laughing at the arrogance of the mortals on the Tower of Babel.

The whole car was filled with laughter and cold wind, the temperature seemed to freeze down, a faint hoarfrost appeared on the windows, the blonde girl in the passenger seat continued to hum her opera in silence, Lin Nian, who was holding the steering wheel, had green tendons on the back of his hand, and his eyes seemed to flow with hot lava.

The white hand was reflected in the window of the speeding car, it was a thin, pale palm with distinct knots, each finger reminiscent of a tough bamboo, and the whole hand was attached to the frosty window without palm prints. After clinging to the car window, the five fingers slowly flexed, the nails scratched the glass, and the sore teeth came into the car, making people tremble.

The dashboard of the vehicle has been pressed to the bottom by the accelerator, the red speeding warning stabs people's eyes, and someone outside the Mercedes-Benz at 250 kilometers per hour is gently scratching the window? It's hard to imagine what it was like on a rainy night outside the car.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

A series of muffled noises sounded outside the car, and each window of the sedan was pasted with pale palms of different numbers but the same color, and golden fireflies lit up outside the car, one, two, three... Countless black shadows slowly enveloped the Mercedes-Benz S500, and they condescendingly looked down at the boy in the car through the rainy night and the car window, and began to whisper under the cover of the rain.

Anyone who sees this scene should tremble with fear that the car will fly up and run away, it is literally the road to hell, surrounded by the cloak of the messenger of death.

At this time, in the Mercedes-Benz S500, Lin Nian's right hand suddenly pulled out the sharp alchemy knife in the polyethylene cloth, and stabbed through the door on his side through the black shadow standing outside the door, and the smelly black liquid splashed onto the window and made a sizzling sound, and the ancient, even older than the eternal language, screamed out from under the cloak of the black shadow.

Lin Nian stepped on the brakes to the bottom with one kick, grabbed the handle of the knife that pierced the black shadow outside the door with his right hand, fixed the steering wheel with one hand, and forced the beast with a speed of 250 kilometers per hour to stop in a few seconds, and the multi-ton vehicle was unbalanced and skidding in the rain, and after rotating dozens of times, it stopped crookedly and rudely in the middle of the road.

The rain was pouring down, and the thunder was exploding.

The door of the Mercedes-Benz S500 was kicked off, and along with the black shadows on the door, they flew up several meters in the rainy night, and then fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Lin Nian stepped out of the driver's seat and stepped into the rainstorm, the palm of his hand carrying the alchemy knife burst out like a firework, and not far from the stranded car, the dead messengers of death were standing, they were like wet crows standing across the elevated road and wordlessly looking at the boy walking down the car.

Lin Nian ignored them, and walked straight to the place where the car door fell, where there was a slender black figure lying on the ground, with a pale cheek under the cloak, it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but these didn't matter, the important thing was that they had died decades or even centuries ago, and now they were just an empty shell called 'Deadpool'.

"Get up." Lin Nian stepped on his face, the sole of his shoe trampled and made a splash, and he bowed down and looked down at him and gave an order.

The black shadow under the door of the car is really not really dead, it is lying on the waterlogged elevated road and its body is twitching, it stands to reason that a fall of several meters should not cause a fracture, after all, the physical fitness of these ghost things is enough to keep up with the top car driving at full speed.

But no matter how much he longed for flesh and blood on the ground now, he couldn't follow Lin Nian's order to get up from the ground, because a hollow hole appeared in his abdomen and waist, and a section of his vertebrae disappeared along with the flesh and blood.

As if he understood the situation of the black shadows under his feet, a trace of regret flashed in Lin Nian's eyes, he squatted down and reached out to grab his throat, stood up straight and turned his head to look at the black shadows in front of the car, pulling the neck of the crippled black shadow with one hand, and walking towards them with an alchemy knife in the other, until the distance between the two sides was maintained to ten meters.

On the elevated road where the rain fell and the water fell, the black shadows reverently looked like pilgrims, their black robes were pinned with white flowers, and when they looked closely, they found out what white flowers were, they were the fingers of the poor dead one after another, and they were the red plums that the black shadows talked about to quench their thirst, and now they finally came to Merlin, looking at the boy who had seized their companion pitifully and greedily, and constantly recounting the longing of their hearts.

"Human..."

"Fresh flesh..."

"Ahh The pedigree of this boy..."

"He found us..."

The voices of mourners, the language of dragons, these sounds in the ears of ordinary people are like the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves, but in Lin Nian's ears, it is the suppressed desire of bloodthirsty bats biting the corners of their lips.

Lin Nian grabbed the twisted and struggling black shadow in his hand, and looked at the souls of the deceased, the golden meaning in his eyes was like the bright moon in the sky on a thunderstorm night, overpowering the small starlight.

He threw the black shadow in his hand to the ground, and before the black shadow could crawl for a moment, his head was stepped into the elevated road, and the sound of bone cracking was hidden in the rain and floated around, his face was pressed against the ground and he couldn't even make a wail, and under the pressure of the upper of the shoe on his head, the black shadow's skull began to deform, crack, and finally exceeded the force limit and shattered into the road with a bang, and the black liquid splashed out and was scattered by the rain.

After breathing in the smell of rain that filled the heavens and the earth, Lin Nian stepped out, tearing the sleeves of his arms, the blue-black scales had already covered his arms, and the golden pupils as dazzling as gas lamps were full of condensed violence: "If you want to stand in my way, you are not qualified enough, let your master come and talk to me." ”。

The prayers of the shadows ceased in an instant, and as they gazed in the rain at the thug who had seen the kingdom of God but defied propriety, they felt a realm rapidly expand from the boy and envelop them.

"This child's domain..."

"His bloodline..."

"God's..."

The whispers are not falling.

Composite Realm, Time Zero, Instant, Seventh Order

Instantaneously open and close.

In the rainstorm, Lin Nian turned around and walked back to the Mercedes-Benz S500 with the alchemy knife, the co-pilot girl buried her head in her knees and didn't look at this side, the humming opera gradually rose in tone, and the white feet gently knocked on the sofa and beat the beat.

In the rainy night, countless pale heads maintained the faces of greed and lust rose to the sky, black blood bloomed like a fountain, and in the blink of an eye, the black shadows fell in rows like wheat harvesting, and slept forever in this land of the dead.

Finally, the Nibelungen's opera reached its peak, and the blonde girl opened her eyes and turned to look at the light and shadow at the end of the elevated road.

"Here we are." She said.

Like a conductor waving his arms, the opera reaches its climax in the midst of lightning and thunder.

At the moment when Lin Nian was about to get into the car, a warm light lit up at the end of the elevated road, like a lighthouse standing on the reef in a storm, guiding the lost souls of the sea to find their way home, and he turned his head to look at the cold face of the rain.

The sound of rain falling and water flowing, the neighing of horses was muffled like thunder and lightning spewing from their mouths, and the whole world shook under the horses' hooves.

The black raven hovered beside him, his cloud-like supporter, his pale face full of awe and fanaticism.

He trampled on the storm, the rain shimmered on his armor, and He had been waiting for the boy for a long time to take him back to the Temple of the Immortal.

A figure that covered the sky and the sun rushed out of the light, and the eight-legged steed raised its hooves, revealing the god who was not angry and arrogant!

He wore a majestic iron mask, his one-eyed pupils radiated a gold comparable to the thunder light, his armor refracted the thunder light bathed in the violent thunder arc, he raised the "Kungunir" made of the entwined branches of the world, and the thunder and lightning that had accumulated in the sky fell with a bang, hitting the tip of the spear!

The branch-shaped lightning connected the heavens with the gods and the earth, and at this moment he seemed to be holding on to this never-ending rainstorm world, and he was riding towards him on a thunderous mount!

He is the one-eyed, He is the Most High God, He is the embodiment of truth, He is the hooded man of Grimneel.

He is the father of the gods, He is the god of magic, and His name changes as quickly as this storm.

He is the embodiment of Norse mythology, the king of the Aesirs.

... Odin!

"Don't." The blonde girl whispered.

But she was too late, as she had warned.

The gods have arrived, and the ungodly boy has already raised his weapon and rushed to the god in the thunderstorm and swung his god-killing butcher's knife at him!