The light was so fiery, so divine, so noble, that it enveloped the half of the decaying black creature.

The terrifying light and heat burned the retina, and the eyes were almost oozing blood, making people lower their heads and dare not look directly.

A dull loud sound vibrated the eardrums, and the air seemed to condense, and the contracted lungs could not breathe in a breath of air.

Is that...... Life?

Above sea level was only part of the black dragon's body, and his back was like a mountain.

Gravel and ice fell, and thousands of symmetrical bones peeled off the blackstone scales on their backs. The moment they unfold, it's like a solar eclipse.

The dark black membranous structure of the dragon's wing on the right side resembles a sail, and the slender, slightly curved bone spurs resemble thorns wound around a cross. The umbrella-like skeleton on the left had decayed to a grayish-white color, broken two-thirds of the way through, without any flesh or scales.

The black dragon's half-decayed body was not perfect, but a broken black cross.

The thunderous heartbeat suddenly stopped. It is only a moment of tranquility, but it is incomparably long in the human mind, like the last look that is infinitely stretched out before death.

Domain, erupt.

Before the roar of the dragon that tore through the dead silence arrived, the realm of pure spiritual structure had already descended in an instant. Human beings cannot understand the will of that creature, and the turbulent spiritual ocean is more like some kind of unspeakable natural disaster, with mountains collapsing and ice seas breaking off.

Lu Mingfei looked up at the black dragon, and the strong dazedness caused by the impact even overpowered the fear. He slowed down half a beat before he realized what was happening on the boat.

The A-class commissioner of the executive department collapsed in pieces, the overwhelmed organs were bleeding profusely, and the excessive mental impact overloaded the brain, triggering nervous shock.

The few unblooded men on board were not visibly wounded, but fell to their knees on the deck, their bodies stiff like stone statues in worship.

What the little devil meant by the killing game, he completely understood.

The black dragon with a half-immortal body, relying only on the spiritual impact of the royal domain, caused the elite of the academy to lose nearly eighty percent. Expensive weapons and equipment, wisdom, experience, determination, speech, and medicine are useless, and those of low blood are not even qualified to meet the throne.

Lu Mingfei grabbed Professor Masashi Toyama, who was close to shock. A fairly good bloodline and long-term anti-illusion training allowed him to barely maintain his consciousness.

"Regeneration Elixir...... It's still too late. ”

Blood poured out of Masashi Toyama's throat, and without hesitation, he took the potion from the sandwich of his trench coat and shot it into his chest.

It is said that the real name of this thing is Yaki Apocalyponic, and I hope that its effect is really as good as the academy says.

Lu Mingfei reacted, and immediately ran to the seriously injured person closest to him, took medicine and injected it in one go, and ran to the next person without even having time to pull out the needle.

Masashi Toyama vomited a large mouthful of blood and tried to stand up, but he could barely feel the presence of his left knee, and his body was deprived of sensation.

Huge waves crashed into the bow of the ship, and the sea mixed with ice particles poured down torrential rain. Masashi Toyama wanted to look up, but he couldn't muster the courage to look directly at the black creature.

At most, his gaze could only touch a back directly in front of him, the old man's figure was as motionless as a mountain, and his soaked black suit was still straight and stylish.

On the side, the S-class ran back and forth on the deck like no one, and the needle piercing technique became more and more proficient.

Hell, is there really that big of a gap between half-breeds? Masashi Toyama smiled wryly, blood flowing against the sloping deck, seeping into his fingers.

The terrifying mental pressure made him almost want to shoot himself out, but the monsters in the academy were already preparing to swing their knives at that thing.

Roar——!

It was the roar of the devil, unleashing endless pain, as if it had been tormented for thousands of years.

The boiling dragon's blood burned the life of the black dragon from decay again, the dry muscles were refilled, and tens of thousands of bones and joints adjusted their power structure.

The black dragon flapped its intact right dragon wing towards the Yamal, and instead of a storm, it was a wave of elements.

It was a miracle for a half-blood. The black dragon did not rely on words or dragon scripts, but used intuition or instinct to give orders to the elements.

More than a dozen tons of ore melted into molten iron, and a crimson meteor shower dragged its blue-blue flame tail down to the ship's hull.

Eri Uesugi stood at the bow of the ship, slashing into the flames without dodging. Rarely was she as focused as she is today, giving her all in every hit.

Normally, she was always careful to control her bloodline, afraid of accidentally hurting others, but now it is impossible to have such thoughts.

If you call her a monster, then the black dragon is far beyond the level of a monster. God or devil is the term for such creatures.

The saber representing the position of the head of the family slashes head-on with the move of the upper stage, and the power of judgment splits the meteor shower in two.

But the flame was not extinguished, the bow melted and cracked in the baptism of molten iron, and the destructive power of conventional missiles may not be as much as that.

The power of the Judgment was weakened by the Domain, and Eri's red hair curled in the heat, and the splattering sparks burned a few of her hairs.

The cracked saber fell to the ground and shattered into a dozen pieces like a biscuit.

The Pandora device is terminated, and the bloodline is repressed. Dense white dragon scales covered the girl's skin, and her soft face was full of slaughter.

"Turn on the highest level of blood explosion and take the initiative to attack."

When Ange's words fell, the black suit had been casually hung on a machine gun, and the pitch-black bone spurs pierced through the white shirt. The muscles are tense and the head is.

This was the first time that the students present had seen the headmaster's appearance after a burst of blood, and the elegant old gentleman had turned into a majestic tyrant.

Many people have speculated that Ange did not master the explosion of blood, and that the person who mastered this technique would not live to his age. But Ange is an exceptional genius, or vengeful ghost.

Caesar and Chu Zihang entered the state of deep dragonization at the same time, and the hunting knife Dick Tuduo and the Imperial God Knife Village Yu were unsheathed at the same time.

"Is that him?"

Chu Zihang asked in his mind.

Natsumi hesitated and shook her head. She is the one who is most afraid of the black dragon here.

The black dragon was like a dead emperor returning from the netherworld, dragging his rotten body to destroy the children who had betrayed him. But the black dragon is not the resurrected black king, and Nidhogg's figure is more majestic and noble than this.

What is the existence of the black dragon in front of her? Is it related to a history that has been distorted and tampered with?

"Please lend me some strength."

"Borrow you, borrow you, you won't be able to pay it back anyway."

Jörmungård retained only a small part of his strength, which he used to "pry the door" and run away after the defeat. She could guess that if she was stunned and paralyzed and ran away with him now, these two fools would really apologize afterwards.

Chu Zihang turned his head and glanced at Caesar, and stopped talking.

He knew that Caesar had always been obsessed with the difference in the duration and effect of the two people's "blood explosion", but Chu Zihang couldn't just say that there was a dragon king to help me take care of it, and you would really die young if you burst blood too much.

The overlapping dragon scales made Caesar unable to see Chu Zihang's expression, and he tacitly thought that this was a tacit understanding between men, and it was also a challenge to him. He took it.

Lu Mingfei, who was concentrating on piercing the needle, looked up and found that the three fierce men had transformed into dragons in a uniform manner, the dragon's blood was steaming, and the alchemy sword was trembling and roaring.

And he was still figuring out what the serious consequences of the little devil were and what was special about the third exchange. Even Lu Mingze was not sure to kill the black dragon, the principal and senior brother they, perhaps, died.

Ange turned his head and looked at Lu Mingfei for a moment. The folding knife is out of the sheath, and the edge is like blood.

Ange originally wanted to say something to Lu Mingfei, such as telling him the real reason for recruiting him into Kassel after slaying the dragon. Another example is the truth about his background, his family and bloodline......

But that would be too long. It's not a movie, and dragons won't leave him that much time.

And to say, "I believe you will make the right choice" is too pale. So Ange didn't say a word in the end.

He had attended many students' funerals, and Ange felt sorry for those young lives, but he did not owe anything to those students, and dragon slaying was originally a life-saving business.

There are only two exceptions. One is the students who died in the ice ten years ago, and the other is Lu Mingfei.

In his eyes, Lu Mingfei was the devil's blade, not a student of Kassel. He used Lu Mingfei to protect the other students and destroy the dragon clan.

He took advantage of the boy and trapped him in a huge lie. This is the sin of Hilbert Jean Angers, irreparable, irreparable.

Time zero makes his thinking quick, which is sometimes a disadvantage. Ange leapt into the air, his white shirt burning in the flames, like a pure black bullet shooting into the ancient dragon's head.

Lu Mingfei didn't know how much the principal thought at that moment, he just wanted to remind Ange that the length of the small folding knife was estimated to not even pierce the scales of the black dragon, and he lacked even the qualifications to be a nail clipper.

But soon, he had no such worries.

Ange gripped the blade of the folding knife, not the hilt. This quiet and elegant knife, trembling hundreds of times per second in his hand, frantically sucking up the noble dragon's blood, almost bursting.

It literally exploded, bursting into a cloud of dark red metallic dust, and the broken dragon spirit roared in the stardust.

The misty metal dust has been reshaped into an illusory giant sword. Lu Mingfei didn't know the shape of the strange sword, and the trunk of the straight-edged sword was smoothly and naturally connected to the curved scimitar head.

The Ottoman conquests once made this strange and ferocious cold weapon famous all over the world, the Yatkan long knife.

Ange seemed to be clutching a flame, a thunderbolt, something invisible and burning.

Time Zero's domain effect was reduced to only 12 times the acceleration, but it was enough for him to cross a distance of hundreds of meters in 0.1 seconds and hit the black dragon's pupil!

The dragon pupil is the best choice for attacking giant dragons.

He was seen. The black dragon's golden pupils were much larger than his dragon-incarnated body, and the giant eyeball only turned at a slight angle, but Ange clearly felt that he had been locked.

The black dragon's grand spiritual will had been aimed at him. He not only relies on super dynamic vision to capture prey, but also has a spiritual "heart eye" that cannot escape no matter how fast he is.

The moment Ange and the black dragon looked at each other, the immeasurable pain, loneliness, and anger were all reflected in the radiant dragon pupils.

The black dragon doesn't care who the enemy is, he wants to take revenge on the whole world. He is the most painful, twisted creature in the world, and only brings destruction needlessly.

The mountain-sized black dragon waved its right claw, and its movements were not only not cumbersome, but even faster than Ange, who had exploded blood three times.

The trajectory of the dragon's claws was extremely accurate, and the end of the guillotine-like claw would cut off the ant-like human in six thousandths of a second.

More than a century of fighting instincts saved Anges. Time zero field, deceleration.

Dragonclaw swept past Ange with a wave of elementals, slashing through the turbulence in mid-air and stabbing at the dragonclaw's weak spots.

Ange tried to find a foothold in the dragon's claws, but was knocked out by the terrifying kinetic energy it carried, and the invisible Atcan long knife rubbed large sparks on the dragon's scales.

It may not even be a rubbing, but it has already broken the dragon scales in Ange's tiger's mouth and oozing blood, and the forearm has cracked bones.

He quickly adjusted his balance in mid-air, Time Zero accelerated to the highest again, collided with the black dragon's body again at an oblique angle, and finally stood on the dragon's right arm after continuous light steps.

Ange raced upwards along the black dragon's massive body, maintaining an incredibly high speed at an almost vertical or even inverted angle. He has only one goal, the dragon pupil.

The black dragon flapped its wings, and the burning rain of fire mixed with highly poisonous bone spurs fell from the sky, and the density was so high that it was impossible to dodge them all.

The intact part of his dragon's body was nearly immortal, and an attack of this magnitude would damage the surface scales at best, but it would be fatal to the dragon slayer.

The black dragon's membranous wings obscured the sky and the sun, and when it was closed, it was accompanied by a storm-like stream of high-energy particles, and the surface dragon scales tended to be red hot in the friction.

How much time is left for the principal before being swallowed up by the rain of fire and turbulence? Is it enough for him to rush to the dragon's head and stab the long knife into the dragon's pupil?

Even the primordial elemental authority was like a petty fight in front of this desperate creature. His anguish and fury were accompanied by a torrent of destruction, and a mere casual attack was tantamount to a high-threat spirit of immense proportions.

Ange lowered his body to the extreme, his long knife held horizontally in front of him, and relied on the extraordinary bounce of the reflex joint to keep accelerating. The high-pressure air formed a natural barrier around his body, keeping out the iron rain and heat.

But that couldn't stop the rain of arrow-like sharp bone spurs, which were given an astonishing muzzle velocity as they were thrown out of the ends of the wings, and the Yamal's double metal outer walls were easily pierced.

Ange jumped with all his might, and finally jumped onto the black dragon's right shoulder. Most of the dragon scales on his body were shattered, and his torso was pierced by bone spurs more than a dozen times.

The bone spurs were too fast to be embedded in the body, and the toxin could not kill him in a very short time. Dragon's blood gave him a constant sexual arousal, and he didn't feel the pain and weakness after blood loss.

The black wings hung downward, like the collapse of the heavens, and countless hideous and extremely beautiful bone spurs formed a strangulation cage.

Time, time......

He still has a knife time.

Ange stared directly into the black dragon's pupils. Like the dragon slayers of thousands of years, gazing at the golden pupils of the ancient dragon.

At least for this moment, no matter how much the bloodline gap, dragon slayers and dragons are equal.

The black dragon roared, and a scorching light erupted from the abyss-like jaw.

Ange also roared and jumped, the mental violence of extreme excitement against the suppression of the royal domain, and time was torn and stretched in his perspective. The mist-like metallic dust spread further, like a dark red thunderbolt.

As long as he's faster, there's no need to dodge.

Knock knock!

The sound of the heartbeat was like a war drum, the flow of time suddenly returned to normal, and the realm of time zero collapsed and disappeared.

Ange realized that he had made a fatal mistake. The black dragon's incessant roar led him to mistake it for a painful, crazy ancient dragon, but that didn't mean he was intellectually inferior.

The black dragon may have been confused, but he was still thinking. For example, He has always had the ability to completely cancel the spirit of speech, but he did not use it until the most fatal moment.

Time, not enough.

The brilliance of the four elements blended together, constantly producing violent transformation and annihilation in the narrow space.

The black dragon did not use the ingenious attack method of Yan Ling, but directly spat out a torrent of death at the human who swung his sword at him, and the magnificent pillar of light was nearly ten meters in diameter. The environment in the breath center is as harsh as some extreme cosmic environments.

Ange was only a dozen meters away from the dragon pupil, but that short distance represented the moat.

Reverse robe!

This fierce reverse diagonal cut, Ange has probably practiced tens of thousands of times. He can do everything in this slash, but there is something that will never stop.

The mutilated spirit of the Atkan long knife leaped out of the blade, and the dark red blade light sliced into the light flame in the reverse current, like a maple leaf falling into a rushing river.

Magnificent breath pierced the ice from the sky, and those who swung their swords at the gods fell from the sky to the sea like a flaming meteorite.

At the same time that Ange fell into the sea of ice, Chu Zihang and Caesar climbed onto the black dragon's torso left and right, and the transparent ice cross spear stabbed him in the throat.

------Off topic------

It was supposed to resume the update the day before yesterday.,But it's been too long without a code word.,The hand is very raw.。

The school's affairs are almost settled, and then try to change every day, at least every two days.

It's fun to resume the update, and it's a joy to write.

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