Chapter 488: The End of the Poison Dragon Nidhogg (Page 1/1)

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It's a wonderful irony that the man who once stopped Ragnarok from subduing Nidhogg as Thor, this time, walked to the battlefield where everything was ruined as a dragon slayer who had returned from the dead, and then finally, he met Nidhogg, the poisonous dragon who had bitten the foundation of Norse mythology, the World Tree.

Ned Hogg, with countless corpses and heroic spirits hanging on his wings, had a sharp spear stuck in his back, and the crimson spear was dripping with vicious green blood from his enemies, and the tip of the spear was like a long sword that penetrated deep into the flesh and bones, but it was not painful for the poisonous dragon with rough skin and thick flesh.

Shaking his body carelessly, more corpses were mounted on his body, Nidhogg crawled out of the deep pit in the center of the battlefield, spread his wings as if stretching his waist, and the poisonous dragon who had been imprisoned underground by the World Tree for a long time narrowed his golden pupils and looked up at the sun in the sky.

It's going to fly!

However, a small figure stopped in front of it. The black suit, the silver armor, the familiar smell, and the chill that made it stand on end from the long sword in his hand. Although Nidhogg has always lived in the Nibelungen, intently gnawing on the rhizomes of the World Tree that regulates the climate and water and soil of Northern Europe, condensed by human faith and the hopes of the gods, it does not mean that it is unaware of the existence of dragon slayers.

There are countless poisonous snakes and dragons under his command, and even Fafner, who was killed by Siegrud, is a greedy poisonous dragon who escaped from the Nibelungen, although it is not as good as Nidhogg, but it also has a lot of prestige among the dragons, so the death of Fafner and the birth of the dragon slayer, Nidhogg naturally knows.

Again, this seems like irony! The man who once loved Faphnir chose to become a man who killed Fafner, bathed in its dragon blood in battle, ate its dragon heart after the battle, and was praised as a great hero who slayed dragons.

Nidhogg wagged his tail and bent himself down, a blue-green poisonous mist leaking from the gaps between some of the broken teeth, and the terrifying dragon breath mixed with the poisonous dragon blood that flowed out of the mouth pierced by the rhizome of the World Tree brewed little by little, ready to attack the ants at his feet.

"Dragon slayers, it is inevitable that they will slay dragons! Nidhogg, it's a tall object. Ziegrud looked at the corpses that covered Nidhogg's body like armor, those gods who had condensed and obtained themselves from Xinyang had completely become useless pieces of flesh and energy at this time, and the body of the dragon slayer hero had returned to the world after a hundred years of death.

Lunging down, Siegrude placed his left fist flat on his chest, clenched Gramm with his right hand, and then leaned his sword on his left forearm, obscuring half of his face. On the other side, Nidhogg, who was as tall as a mountain, opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth as the poisonous dragon that devoured the hope and future of the land and the people.

Impeccable!

Facing the impact of the poisonous flames, Sigurd's wrist turned, and Gram slashed a graceful arc in the air, straight up, pointing at the sky, and then, with a bang, slashed down! The power delicately and gently passed from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and then spread along the blade and spine.

The air was sliced open, the flames were smashed, and even the light and heat radiation were cut through. Gram simply turned the direction of the blade of the great sword into the realm of the sword, slicing, slashing, and shattering everything in this realm, and even dispelled the dark gray clouds in the sky that blocked half of the sun's face in one fell swoop.

'Are you kidding? Is this a dragon slayer? None of the gods are that powerful, are they? Nidhogg's eyes widened in disbelief, the strongest of the Aesir gods born of the faith of this land, Odin and Thor, may be able to blast away the clouds in the sky, but they will never be able to cut off the light and heat together.

'Dragon slayers, are they all monsters?' Nidhogg felt panic, the last time it felt this emotion, it was sleeping in the cave below, and above its head, it was planted by the Aesir Protoss with a World Tree, and then it was locked under and couldn't get out, trying to dig a hole out of it, only to find that the ground was surrounded by land that had become the realm of death, so it could only gnaw at the roots of the tree day after day, with resentment, and the faith and power in the sucker changed from a small snake to a poisonous dragon of destruction.

"Roar—(Dragons will never be slaves!) Nidhogg roared, not wanting to remember the humiliating memories of being imprisoned by the rhizomes of the World Tree, so it let out a roar, took a step forward, and waved its front paws that laughed like trucks, its sharpened earthy nails glittering with cold light, shattering the air into a vacuum with a claw.

Thunder Crit!

Siegrud glanced at the red spear behind Nidhogg, the spear of fate Ganggunir, and while thinking about how much effort he would spend to kill Nidhogg so that he would not destroy the weapon of this future vampire little sister, he unscrupulously urged the power of every cell in his body, and then twisted it into a strand and transmitted it to the blade.

"Bang-"

Nidhogg's front claws were repelled by Gramm's sword, raised high, and then bounced up in mid-air, and most of them disintegrated in an instant, except for the half of the upper arms attached below the shoulders, the rest turned into scarlet blood rain and pale bone snow like the corpse hanging on the front grab.

"-Woo!" Nidhogg gasped and was about to scream, but was provoked by a sword from Siegrud, who approached and jumped up like a dragon, and smashed it on the chin, swallowing the pain that was about to blurt out and the bones and flesh of half of his jaw shattered.

"The Aesir and Warner gods of Northern Europe originated from the worship of the people, and the gods born with the expectations of mankind lived up to their trust and turned their faith and future into the world tree Igudrahill and planted it in the ground, but no one expected that a poisonous snake was gnawing its rhizome in the ground, devouring the faith and future of mankind, and growing into a poisonous dragon that destroyed the world, and therefore, Ragnarok inevitably came! After all, the future of this land and the gods has been eaten away by the evil poisonous dragon! ”

Siegrud chose this time and place, originally just to get the body of a dead Nordic dragon slayer who does not stick to cause and effect. But Thor, who was once the god of thunder, hated Ragnarok and the poisonous dragon, so he stepped into the battlefield.

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