The gate slowly opened, and a strong wind blew out of the palace, making it difficult for the group to even stand firmly.

Ange stood in front of the open door, and after a moment of agitation, he suddenly stopped, and there was absolute silence inside and outside the palace, the folding knife only 20 centimeters long hanging slowly at his side.

He felt the coercion, the familiar coercion, the coercion that had been on his shoulders a hundred and nine years ago!

Ange closed his eyes and stopped breathing, his beating heart slowing suddenly.

He was in a trance, as if he had returned to the Kassel manor a hundred and nine years ago.

"Ange, what are you going to do!"

"Ange, you're back! My Word is better suited to this situation than you are! Angers! ”

"Damn, the chief and the tiger are coming up the mountain with me! Yamahiko, you take the rest of the people to guard the entrance to the sake cellar! Get your rifle ready! Soot, and your Gram Bolt! ”

"Menek, stand at the top of the stairs and don't move!"

Menek...... Yamahiko ......"

In a trance, Ange recalled the conversation he had with Menek and Lu Shanhiko when he returned to the dissection room in the cellar, and it seemed like their last conversation...... However, it does not seem to be a dialogue......

Ange lowered his head and looked at the blood flowing from the ground.

It was the blood that Dr. Modler and his assistants had shed on the ground, and there was also blood that had spilled from Li Wuyue's heart......

Hot plasma flowed on the white curtain surrounding the dissecting table, viscous droplets of blood fell slowly from the cellar roof, sketches and medical robes scattered all over the floor turned blood-red, and the fragments of limbs made it difficult to associate them with humans. The gas lamp was still on, illuminating the stainless steel dissecting table in the blood-red curtain.

Trample!

Trample!

Trample!

Ange walked forward step by step, his steps were not fast, and his steps were very small, but the footsteps of his leather shoes on the ground were particularly loud in the golden but incomparably silent hall.

Beowulf, Cadmus, Siegrud, and St. George watched as Ange moved forward like an old man who was about to shoot himself, but did not come forward to stop him.

With such coercion, the other party must be the first generation, that is, the twin sons of the two kings of the sky and the wind.

Dragons with strong bloodlines have a spiritual barrier around them, which will make low-blooded dragons and half-bloods fall into an illusion, and as the first generation, the King of the Sky and Wind naturally has it. They weren't sure if Ange was bewitched and controlled by the illusion, and they didn't dare to rush forward to stop him. What's more, what does Anges's life or death have to do with them?

No, it also has something to do with it, they can use Ange as bait and attack him at the moment when the King of the Sky and Wind kills him!

Ange was still moving forward, but his steps seemed to become heavier.

There was no light in the dim hall, and Ange's figure was completely hidden in the darkness, and only a figure could be seen moving slowly. And Beowulf and the others, in order to prevent the Lord of the Sky and Wind from attacking them first, did not dare to ignite the golden pupil to observe Ange's condition.

Click!

There was a crunch of iron shaking on Ange's body.

If Chen Hongjian and others were there at this time, they must have understood what Ange was doing.

In the dark, Ange took off his black suit and snow-white shirt, leaving only a pair of shorts and a small satchel, revealing his muscular figure.

Obviously, Ange didn't want to play hooligan in front of the two male primitives, let alone use beautiful men.

"I only brought this set of funeral dresses, and the spare ones are in the hotel, and I don't bother to pick them up again, hoping that our battle won't affect it."

Ange's body trembled slightly, and the tigers and yaksha tattooed on his muscular back also fluttered with the trembling of his body, as if they were ready to break out of their skin and pounce on the enemy in front of them.

He took off the pair of glasses, and the determination in his pupils was no longer obscured, and the white-haired playboy became the vengeful god who wanted to bury all the dragons with his own hands.

Once bloody, release the heart of the lion!

Second Burst of Blood, Release the Dragon's Heart!

Three degrees of blood, unleash the heart of the dragon king!

Fourth ...... Blood!

The bone spurs broke through the skin, and blue-gray dragon scales covered Ange's whole body, turning into the scale armor that protected the body. His face was covered with a blue-gray mask, and his ten fingers turned into ten blue-gray claws.

Now Ange looks like a fierce beast with a strong horn, and its fierce aura overflows from the surface of its body, attacking in all directions, including Beowulf and his party!

His gaze was as sharp as a sword, staring at the strong man in front of him and the young and immature boy who still had the appearance of a human being, exactly the same appearance as he had been a hundred and nine years ago!

"Human, my name is Fei Ferros, and Li Wuyue is just the name I used to be when I was a human."

The boy's body was no longer shriveled, his fair face was no longer stained with scarlet blood, and he was as gentle as jade, and his face was still expressionless. His eyes shone far brighter than gold, and his hands were covered with iron-blue scales as hard as cold-forged steel, but his whole person carried a divine aura, as if the Holy Son had bathed in it.

"Also, I don't remember any dealings with you, but your eyes are full of hatred and madness."

Ange's left hand clenched the 20-centimeter-long folding knife, Li Wuyue's words...... No, Pheros's words fell further into the heart of the coal mine like a spark, and a boom ignited a sky-high fire!

"You say...... You don't remember, do you? Ange said in a low voice.

Feros nodded to Notos beside him, stepped forward, glanced at Ange's neck suspiciously, and said, "Maybe something happened, but I just woke up, and I have forgotten what happened in my last life, and it takes time to remember." ”

"Is that so......" said Ange, hanging his head, after a long time, "then, I'll help you remember!" ”

Ange tore off the silver nameplate hanging around his neck, threw it into the sky, and roared in standard Chinese: "Five thunder generals, train generals, soar to the sky, drive thunder to the clouds, fight tens of millions, command divine soldiers, open the flag and summon urgently, and must not stop." Haste as a law! ”

It is the Taoist flag opening spell, and this silver nameplate is an alchemy spell that summons divine soldiers to suppress evil spirits, and it is an alchemy weapon used by the former Western Xia nobles to suppress evil spirits in the coffin sealed with Li Wuyue.

The silver nameplate shook in the air, and a flash of light as strong as a gas lamp flashed, and in an instant countless phantoms escaped, it was a heavy cavalry galloping on horseback, and the volley pressed down on Pharos.

"So that's it, no wonder I just thought the thing around your neck was a little familiar." Instead of paying attention to the attacking heavy cavalry, he turned his head back to his brother.

The heavy cavalry summoned by the silver nameplate was named Iron Harrier (yao fourth sound), which was founded by his brother Notos when he incarnated as Li Yuanhao of Jingzong of Western Xia, and was used for escort and honor guards, and was also the main ace combat force of Western Xia, often serving as the vanguard of the front army that charged into battle and assaulted the enemy's formation.

Gu's "History of the Song Dynasty: The Biography of the Xia Kingdom" recorded: "With the iron cavalry as the front army, riding good horses, heavy armor, and stabbing inaccessible; Twisted with a hook and rope, although it will not fall immediately. In case of battle, the iron cavalry will break through the formation first, and the chaos will impact it; The infantry marched on horseback. ”

"History of the Song Dynasty: Soldiers" four records: "There are Pingxia cavalry, called 'iron harriers', a hundred miles away, thousands of miles and periods, the most able to come and go, if the electric shock cloud flying." Whenever they encounter an enemy in the place where they gallop on the plains, they often use iron harriers to think that they are rushing soldiers. ”

Notos's eyes flashed with a look of remembrance, he had also forgotten his identity as Notos, the king of the sky and wind, and his body was controlled by the personality of Li Yuanhao, and he really regarded himself as the emperor of Western Xia. And those iron harriers were also comrades who died in the battle after him, and after death, his souls were taken out by him and deposited in the silver nameplate, fulfilling their desire to serve him after death.

It's just that with the exposure of Li Wuyue's identity at that time, the dragon personality of Notos was finally reawakened. But in order to continue to hide his identity, he still had to join those Western Xia nobles to seal his younger brother, scorched the silver nameplate that could summon the Iron Harrier Heroic Spirit and placed it on top of Li Wuyue's head to strengthen the seal.

Moreover, the Heroic Spirit in the silver nameplate does not obey orders from Him or Phoros, but only from the bearer of the silver nameplate.

The iron harriers sealed in the silver nameplate were all spiritual bodies, which could not cause substantial damage, but they could spew out the spiritual power inside, and they actually suppressed Pharos in an instant, leaving him trapped in place and unable to move.

However, there is only a momentary chance! Just like a hundred and nine years ago!

Ange rushed towards Fellowos, holding the folding knife in his left hand, spun around his body, and swung the folding knife to cut diagonally!

That's the most fierce and ferocious "reverse robe" in the treasure courtyard and cassock!

Just like the knife of the same move back then, the fierce and swift left diagonal cut is difficult to defend, and Ange sprained his arm in order to swing this knife with all his strength, but he has maintained violent blood for many years, coupled with the fourth degree of violent blood, his strength is no longer comparable to that hairy boy of yours!

The twenty-centimeter folding knife flashed, the blade danced in the darkness with a pale blue shimmer, and a burst of sparks splashed on the blade, and the blade seemed to be stuck, unable to advance or retreat.

Covered with dragon scales, the dragon's claws were grasped at the body of the folding knife, and a mocking smile appeared on his face, as if he was mocking Ange's inadequacy.

"Just a firefly, also worthy of the ...... with Haoyue"

Poof!

The crisp sound of a sharp object piercing flesh came from Pheros's body, and he looked at his heart with a little amazement.

It was a half-meter-long, cyan soul-locking nail smeared with chicken blood, and it was now submerging from his heart.

Ange grinned, smiled hideously, and slapped it hard, and the cyan soul locking nail pierced through Fellowos's heart and sternum, and the blood-stained nail head pierced out of his back.

It was the soul lock nail used by the former Western Xia nobles to seal him, and it was also an alchemical item, and it was no less hard than the folding knife in Ange's hand, and it would always destroy the dragon's body, and even the recovery power of Qi Feiros could only barely match this soul lock nail.

Although it is not fatal for the first generation to have such an alchemy knife in the heart, it can be regarded as a heavy blow.

Fellowos paid a heavy price for his pride.

"Human, you've gone too far!"

Notos was expressionless, but the golden pupils that lit up almost the entire palace made everyone realize that the king seemed to be genuinely angry.

There seemed to be a storm in the huge palace, and the eye of the storm in the center of the storm was devouring the air in the palace, causing the air pressure in other places to drop wildly, and it was a high-level spirit that could affect the entire space was released!

The Spirit of Words: The Pupil of the Wind King!

The screaming sound of the wind echoed through the palace, the air became as hard as titanium alloy at extremely high speeds, and Ange felt the wind coming from behind him, and such a solid wisp of wind could easily shatter the bones of ordinary people's bodies. But he didn't plan to hide, because he also had his own comrades.

Oh, and certainly not from the Secret Party Action Team.

Ange glanced at Cadmus, Siegrude, and St. George, who could not even move, while Beowulf was there to observe the timing of his strike, like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey by the throat.

In his opinion, only Beowulf is barely qualified to participate in this dragon-slaying war. The others, Cadmus, Siegrude, and St. George, although their ancestors had a record of killing the second and third generations, and they themselves were no less than their own ancestors, but this was not enough.

A sub-breed can easily defeat a third-generation species, but a sub-generation can crush a primordial seed into dust with just a wave of a finger.

But these old people didn't realize the gap between themselves and the first generation, and these Western dragon slaying families had already degenerated, indulging in the merit book, thinking that Menek and he had the strength to fight with the first generation, and even that group of students could kill the first generation, so they naively thought that they must be able to do it.

So counting on, for example, counting on a "devil".

"Your courier is about to arrive, please be ready to sign for it~"

Ange heard the voice of a young boy in his ears, but he was not wearing a courier's uniform, but a crisp black suit, a white shirt and a black tie, and even his hair was neatly combed and shiny.

Lu Mingze didn't always smile and talk as before, but looked solemn, holding a bunch of pure white roses in the crook of his arm.

"Good day."

When he waited for his "comrade-in-arms", Ange couldn't help but show a relaxed smile.

Time has stopped, this is the spirit of speech, time zero.

The power of this "devil" is always amazing, and he is also envious of the Spirit of Words and Time Zero, which is enough to envelop a large area, regardless of bloodline, to the point where time stops.

"Thanks for the compliment." Lu Mingze bowed slightly, "But it's a pity, I'm here to attend the funeral today, so I can't talk to you with a smile." ”

Lu Mingze's voice was filled with a faint sadness, he held the pure white rose, conjured a cushion out of thin air, and sat next to the suit that Ange had taken off.

"I'll help you protect this suit from being destroyed, and your real 'comrades-in-arms' are almost there."

Lu Mingze snapped his fingers, and time began to flow again, while Notos and Qi Feiros, who were the kings of the sky and wind, only showed a look of confusion, but they didn't notice anything, not even Lu Mingze, who was sitting there watching the play with the Spirit of Words and Spirits.

Lu Mingze closed his eyes and counted, and his immature voice could only be heard by Ange alone.

"Three, two, one!"

With a crisp snap of fingers, an exclamation came from the top of the palace.

"Ah——!h

"Oh! Ahh Ah, I'm! Oops,, I'm going home! Ahh ”

(Playing a stalk, haha, it's definitely not a word count, anyway, it's already broken 4000)

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