Dragon!

Dragons!

Creatures that should exist only in myths and fantasies have dominated the headlines of all media around the world.

Sky, sea, land, the last of the outcasts awoke from their slumber and came to the throne of the North Pole.

But humanity has no time to deal with them.

The worlds of the dead and the living coincide, and Deadpool, as many as the sand of the sea, poured out of the ground, silently watching the living world.

Earthquake warnings, tsunami warnings, typhoon warnings, volcanic eruption warnings, countless natural disasters are coming.

In the haven and the black swan harbor, the phantom of the half-decayed world tree grows in each.

"Why is this happening?"

"The White King usurped the bones and blood of the Black King, and my soul was set free. The day of prophecy has been brought forward.

Humans, half-bloods, dragons, only one can continue to survive. ”

Lu Mingfei vomited a mouthful of blood, and dragon scales fell from the black wings.

His body was already pineapple pineapple, and he relied on the power of the new king's soul to barely hang for his life.

With half a supreme power, it is difficult to avoid the end of death.

"Brother, go and seize the holy remains, live."

Capture the relics? Who's robbing?

The White King in this state is invincible, so do you want to rob Senior Brother Luo?

"The Fifth Holy Relic, or the Zero Holy Relic, has merged with Luo Yin.

The first and second relics were hidden by him.

The Fourth Sacred Relic was stolen by the White King...... The third relic, on the body of Fingal von Frijns. ”

Brother Scrap Wood?

"He didn't live long. He should have died a long time ago, relying on the bones and blood of the Black King to survive to this day.

And his mission is to purge you out of control. ”

Is that so.

Lu Mingfei sat on the rooftop, then simply lay down and looked up at the two illusory world trees.

He didn't want to go to slay dragons or take revenge on the world.

He didn't want to kill Senior Brother Wastewood.

He didn't want to live as the Black King.

"Come with me to see the world again."

......

Ange stood at the bow of the ship, behind him stood a crowd of students and graduates of the Kassel Academy, black trench coats fluttering in the north wind.

"Happy working together, my student, Dragon King Jörmungadre."

"Yes, Headmaster. It's still Natsumi. ”

Ange solemnly saluted the beautiful girl.

He is burdened with the sin of unforgiveness, and he must save his students.

It has nothing to do with dragon slaying, just because he is the headmaster of the Kassel Academy.

The Fusion Ceremony begins, and Hela descends.

The second door of the covenant with the evil human race is open for us.

Two guided missile destroyers mobilized by the Academy sailed into the haven, the nuclear submarines of the Henkel family and the Gattuso family moved underwater, and the Corps of Corpses guarded the new Alvin submersible.

Huge black scales float in the ominous blood-red waters, fires burn in the ruins of the city, and the white dragon hundreds of meters tall raises two scarlet spears in the air, tearing through the vault of the haven.

"He has stepped into the realm of God, and our weapons are useless against Him. Thermal weapons, alchemy bombs, philosopher's stones, all useless. ”

The Night's Watch shuddered.

The White King was already the master of the spiritual elements, and after re-evolving, his abilities have surpassed the cognition of the half-bloods.

He has absolute control over his spiritual realm, an impassable wall.

The destroyer's main gun fire, double-digit conventional anti-aircraft missiles and alchemy missiles disappeared fifty meters from the surface of the White King's body.

They didn't stand still, they didn't explode, they changed into something else directly in the spiritual realm of the nascent White King.

ash to ash，dust to dust。

Steel and explosives are reduced to dust and ashes, dissolved in the air and dissolved in the seawater.

The White King pierced the vault's vault, his burning pupils facing the damnation that melted through the clouds.

"Broken."

The six tungsten bullets split into hundreds of red-hot fragments, impacting the White King's spiritual realm.

The edge of the invisible realm bloomed with golden arcs of light, reflecting the fire of damnation. The shattered tungsten bullet melts and deforms and becomes part of the Crimson Spear.

"Login! Rescue the wounded! ”

Ange understood what Flamel meant. After the usurpation of the throne by the White King, they were no longer qualified to be enemies with him.

The White King lowered his head, and everyone met his eyes at the same time, and his heart rate approached 200 in three seconds.

He raised the scarlet spear on his right side and pierced the hull of the destroyer, and the wall of ice more than ten meters thick was easily pierced like a piece of tissue paper.

In fact, the wall of ice cracked before the tip of the gun could be touched. The power of words had little effect on Him.

Luo Yin flapped his wings and flew towards the spear, but he knew that he couldn't stop the White King's attack.

The size difference between the two sides was too large, and he could dodge with speed, but he was unable to defend head-on.

Twist, fold, open the door!

The spiral spear pierced the Gate of the Nibelungen before striking Roin, sinking into another space twisted and folded by Hela.

"Jörmungadr, Fenrir...... I was disappointed. ”

"You're all going crazy, thinking about destroying the world all day... But this king just wants to live a peaceful life! ”

The White King uttered short syllables like thunder.

Hundreds of spears of judgment made of ice, rock, and steel flew towards Hela in an array.

The space around Hela is completely distorted, and each door leads to a land of death.

If an unlucky Deadpool is killed by mistake, the White King is fully responsible.

"Open the door! Open the door! ...... Open the door! ”

More than a dozen doors made of various mediums opened around the White King's realm, and tens of thousands of Deadpools descended towards the White King's body like dumplings.

One, two, five, and fifteen meters long, humanoid, serpentine, dragon-shaped, alien-shaped, two-legged, four-legged, long-tailed, long-winged, all kinds of Deadpools poured down on the White King like a torrential rain.

"Thank you, Lord Jörmungadre."

"I won't be able to last long!"

The more she uses Hela's abilities, the faster the fusion ritual collapses.

The White King also saw this, so he didn't call her Hela.

The clouds burst open, and the long knife entwined with black flame slashed at the White King's head.

The ghostly man was dressed in pure black armor, and the fire demon knife in his hand was constantly extended. The raging black flame was the anger he had accumulated for ten years.

For Norma Lawnes.

The more than twenty-meter-long Flame Demon Knife collided with the blocking spear, cutting through an extremely deep ravine in the body of the spiral spear.

Fingal dragged the black knife, ran on the spear, and jumped with wings.

She is the spirit of this world, more beautiful than Eva Green in Paris.

They are the only ones who have each other's fate, like Adam and Eve. He likes to call her Eva.

After her death, every day of Fingal's life was for today.

Kill the crown prince, even if he has become emperor!

The angry-eyed man swung the Flame Demon Knife again and again and collided with the White King, and the musculoskeletal was torn and healed repeatedly.

The White King was a little bored cleaning up the Deadpool that Jörmungandr had dumped, and he couldn't kill it cleanly with a wide range of kills from the Judgment.

Deadpool is still a living creature after all, and he can't just make Deadpool disintegrate and turn into dust like he commands matter.

As for the blood of this fused holy relic...... He's just self-destructing.

Every time he swung his sword, he was devouring himself, dying before he could penetrate the realm, and then he would just recover the holy remains in his body.

"Senior Brother Defeated Dog, don't be in such a hurry."

The fusion ceremony begins, and Surtr flies through the water to Luo Yin.

Against a target of this size, this little size is not enough.

The black sword's alchemy realm expanded wildly, with a diameter of more than fifty meters.

The destroyer's exterior armor melted down in tons and was reshaped into a black greatsword with a blade of nearly fifty meters in length along with the animated Surter in the realm of alchemy.

Even Luo Yin, who was in the form of a dragon's body, looked small when he held him, and this sword could probably even cut through a battleship with one blow.

The sword of love in a dream.

"He was the one who beat you into a plant dragon before?"

"Not this time."

"Don't you think about following the White King?"

"The world has moved forward."

The world doesn't need an emperor anymore.

The gray throne fluttered its wings into the sky, and the dragon and sword roared at the same time.

Luo Yin held Surtr high and swung his sword at the usurping emperor.

This is the last battle.

They don't need emperors, gods, saviors. There is no need to slay dragons, wars, and be written fate.

The White King vibrated his wings, and the two scarlet spears blocked the attacks of Luo Yin and Fingal, respectively.

With all their strength, they clenched their swords and pressed towards the White King's head.

The spiral spear bent and pressed down in the terrifying impact of force, and the surface layer burst into slender cracks.

The White King flapped his wings and exerted his strength, and the accompanying wind set off huge waves more than ten meters high on the sea, and the power of his arms burst out to knock Luo Yin and Fingal directly out.

He swung two scarlet spears at the same time, and where the tips of the spears grazed, the clouds shattered and the ground cracked into ravines.

Luo Yin, who had regained his balance, swung his sword to meet it, and the explosive wind set off when the sword and gun collided blew a layer off the surface.

Before he could grapple with Surtr again, the moon-white dragon's tail had already slashed down from the sky, and the slender bone blade on the tail had accelerated to the extreme.

"Aether!"

Luo Yin transformed it into the strongest shield armor in front of him.

At the moment of collision, the red shield shaped by the aether was forcibly slashed by pure violence, turning into its initial liquid state.

He held the black sword horizontally to block the bone blade, and the concrete pavement on which he was standing was shattered in a large area, and half of Luo Yin's body was hammered into the ground.

Thousands of bones are wailing all over the body, and both arms are comminuted and fractured, and it is expected to take 12 seconds to regenerate.

Luo Yin glanced at the sky, and the Nibelungen Gate blocked another spear, helping Fingal dodge a blow.

Never hard-wired, patiently look for opportunities.

He dodged the slender white bone spurs, curled up Surtr with his powerful dragon tail, and soared into the sky again.

The two of them fought between the clouds, and Luo Yin and Fingal's consciousness was tense to the extreme.

I don't know how many times Jörmungård can use Hela's abilities. The next time you are hit by the White King, it may mean death.

The fall of either of them will cause the battle to collapse as a whole.

Luo Yin and Fingal cooperated with each other, carefully dodging the White King's attacks, covering each other in the gap between attack and defense, and alternately launching counterattacks against the White King.

Several times when they fought the White King on the side, their coordination almost collapsed, and their wildly beating hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

"You're more of a threat."

"Seven seconds, chance."

As the two staggered by, Fingal snapped into the mouth shape.

Luo Yin dodged the swept spear and retreated behind Fingal, unleashing several high-risk spirits in succession.

Surtr's alchemy realm converged inward, accumulating strength, waiting for the moment to explode.

The White King spat out a few syllables at random to cause the spirit to collapse, and two spiral spears stabbed at Fingal one after another.

Fingal takes advantage of the strange structure of the dragon's wings, and his body changes from vertical to horizontal in an instant, hovering in the sky.

He dodged the first shot, slipped through the slit of the two attacks, and stepped onto the barrel of the spear the moment it was retracted.

Luo Yin climbed upwards at a rapid speed and got out of the range of the attack.

Fingal stepped on the body of the spear and looked directly into the eyes of the White King like the scorching sun, and the Flame Demon Knife in his hand was wrapped around more black flames.

He tried to unleash his strongest power in this blow, and his body and internal organs were rupturing and bleeding.

By fusing the relics, Fingal gained extreme destructive power, and the Flame Demon Knife was the embodiment of this destructive power.

His fusion with the holy relics was not as perfect as Luo Yin's. But enough for him.

Slightly curved white bone spurs flew out of the dragon's scales and bones, covering Fingal's path.

He used the black knife to block part of the bone spurs, and the dragon wings, shoulders, and legs were pierced by bone spurs one after another.

Fingal was thrown off the spear, and the vibrating dragon wings continued to pierce the White King's pupils.

The slender white bone blade broke away from the White King's tail and formed a vacuum path on the trajectory, hitting the charging Fingal with extreme speed, and Jörmungard didn't even have time to open the door to the Nibelungen.

The bone blade severed Fingal's right arm from the root, and the Firedemon Knife fell.

"Prince!"

Fingal, with his severed arm, roared, his face as hideous as that of an angry king.

He clenched his left fist, his fist wrapped around the furious Black Flame.

Fingal's abilities have nothing to do with swords. His anger did not go away, and the black flame would not be extinguished.

The Black Flame Fist, which was more than five meters in diameter, slammed into the White King's skull, violently tearing through the White King's spiritual realm.

The White King was forced to retrieve his spear and cross-parry, anger flashing in his pupils for the first time.

The fist of vengeance bombarded the scarlet spear, and the extreme heat and impact shattered the surface of the spear, almost fusing the barrel.

The White King roared and fought back, and Fingal fell to the ground like a comet.

How could a hybrid blood that had only received a fraction of Nidhogg's power make him look embarrassed!

Luo Yin clenched Surtr tightly, flapping his dark gray wings with all his might, and slashed down from the sky.

Victory or defeat, in this sword.

The volcanic eruption of power spreads the lines of lava on the pure black sword.

Luo Yin inherited the White King's Sacred Remains, His Sword, and His Legion.

Between him and the White King, a break is needed after all.

The White King crosses the Scarlet Spear and blocks Surtr slashed from overhead.

The black sword slashed directly at a spear, and the broken tip of the spear pierced into the center of the haven.

Luo Yin flapped his wings with all his might, and the fully activated black sword let out a twin dragon roar.

He pressed the white dragon hundreds of meters high and fell into the sea of ice, just like the Black King thousands of years ago.

The remaining spear was severely bent, and the sharp tip of the spear almost touched the moon-white dragon scales.

A crisp cracking sound came from Luo Yin's ears.

The black sword broke through the defenses, piercing through the White King's right arm and stabbing into his chest.

He pressed the hilt of his sword downwards violently, pushing Surtr towards the heart of the White King.

They crashed into the blood-red sea of ice, and the blood of the Supreme escaped from the sea with a golden glow.

The tip of Surtr's sword touched an extremely hard object, the bones of the White King that had grown before his heart.

It's close, it's close.

Luo Yin was knocked away by the White King's claws, breaking through the sound barrier and crashing into the ruins of the haven. Surter flew out of his hand, and the scorching blade cooled down.

In the safe haven, the hearts of people who were rescuing the injured stopped beating.

It's over.

"Natsumi, evacuate with the others!"

There is no one left to stand up to the White King.

Hella will be the last hope. She will take the living to wander in the realm of death, escaping the White King.

In the future, someone will definitely kill the White King.

I don't know how long they can delay the White King, if they can buy enough time for Hela.

Chu Zihang and Caesar led people to Luo Yin and Fingal's positions respectively, trying to rescue them before the arrival of the White King.

Luo Yin regained consciousness, his vision was a little blurry, and he had multiple fractures on his body.

Fingal stood in front of him, the dirt under his feet soaked with blood.

"We haven't lost yet, keep going."

But Fingal just shook his head.

"Senior brother, I'm useless, I'll just drag you back."

The last of the black flames burned in his left hand, piercing his chest.

Fingal held a beating black heart and handed it to Luo Yin.

It has been nearly a decade since he transplanted the relics. It is a miracle to be able to live to this day without losing control or dying.

"Forgive me for my selfishness, I must kill him."

Fingal was half-kneeling, the blood in his chest dripping dry.

When the third relic was implanted in his body, it was just a black bone. The rest of his life was sacrificed to the Holy Remains.

Luo Yin silently took Fingal's heart.

The enraged White King broke through the sea of ice, and the blood-colored waters stained his holy white body.

"I'll kill him with you."

Luo Yin said softly.

Fingal fell to the ground with his usual defeated smile on his face.

"I'll do it."

Luo Yin shook his head and rejected Chu Zihang.

"That won't kill the White King."

He sliced open his chest with a celestial cloud and placed it in Fingal's heart.

The third holy relic and the fifth holy relic merged into one, the balance was broken, and Luo Yin began to evolve towards the Black King at a rapid pace.

All injuries healed, and physical fitness increased exponentially. The color of the scales becomes darker, the strength and hardness increase, and the density decreases.

Surtr returned to his hand, the surface of lava streaked.

"How long will the Fusion Ritual last?"

"Five minutes."

Hearing Konstantin's answer, Luo Yin was relieved. He didn't last more than five minutes.

Two minutes, three minutes, he didn't know.

For a deathmatch, that's enough time.

After that, this body will continue to fight with the White King, but it has nothing to do with Luo Yin.

"Help me send a message to Susie and execute Plan C."

Luo Yin flew towards the White King, and the furious black flames were wrapped around Surtr.

Chu Zihang's mobile phone automatically turned on the projection, and the fluorescent blue girl hugged the sleeping Fingal.

"Dear Norma, I have left you when you read this letter.

Thank you for secretly breaking the rules set by the academy in order to help me.

Thank you for being by my side for ten years.

Thank you for taking her place and reminding me to eat on time and take my medicine on time.

You and the girl I love have the same name and are as beautiful as her.

But you're not her.

Your love for me is an illusion born of sympathy for her and me after inheriting the memories of that girl.

However, compassion is also a sincere human emotion.

Loneliness and sadness, too.

Let's live freely as an independent being.

Goodbye, Norma. ”

When Chu Zihang pressed the send button, he saw fluorescent blue tears falling into the hollow in the man's chest.

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