A huge saber slashed through the air, slashing with a blazing temperature and the weight of crushing anything. There was no way to retreat, and the knight in armor seemed to be enraged in the face of this desperate situation, and finally planned to resist.

A simple spear with the name of a mythical weapon raised in legend. He wants to fight against the name of rage, with a sword that makes any dragon fear the alchemy realm.

The long knife burning with red flame and the simple wooden hilt of the gun collided, making a huge metal crash.

And then...... The handle of the legendary sharpshooter was simply disconnected. The broad blade of the sword slashed across the knight's armor-clad body, slashing easily from the top. There were large black blood stains on the bright blade, which was quickly evaporated by the high temperature attached to the blade, turning into black powder and being blown away by the rising heat.

A red, black, or otherwise black line of blood appeared on the knight's body, and gradually expanded. Then, the knight's gradually separated figures fell to both sides. The black blood wounds on the corpse were also quickly charred after being scorched by the flames, turning into a dried corpse like the eight-legged horse.

There was a "clanging" sound, like the sound of metal falling to the ground, and the metal mask that originally covered the knight's face solemnly also turned into two knots and fell, falling to the ground with a crisp sound.

And the knight, who had been turned into two halves of a dried corpse, also revealed his true appearance. His iron-blue face, which was constantly being scorched by the flames, had small but coarse scales, and his orange-yellow eyes, which had lost their brilliance, were like a beast without reason.

A silent Ronald stepped forward and picked up the half of the mask that had fallen to the ground. As if the soul had been withdrawn, the mask that had been extremely majestic and glittering with divine light had turned into an ordinary piece of metal, which was now gradually softening under the burning of the flames, and soon turned into a worthless pool of molten iron.

“…… Looks like this is being put on the table. Ronald said silently, he took out an alchemy instrument and wanted to open the map of the Nibelungen.

But then his brow furrowed slightly, and instead of the detailed map of the Nibelungen that had been projected by the alchemy device, it was a chaotic mess of garbled characters.

“…… Looks like this is being put on the table again. Throwing away the alchemy instrument, which had no effect, he sighed slightly.

For these two results, except for the former that surprised him a little, the latter one didn't seem to be something incomprehensible. Even if it looks really stupid, that big guy is a dragon king anyway. If there is really only this IQ, then even with the protection of the overly cautious Jörmungadre, it will probably quickly become a stepping stone for the other brothers.

The card equivalent to Nibelungen access was originally given by him, and whether he wanted to invalidate or change the content was only a matter of his thoughts.

Even if Ronald had memorized the map before, it would probably be useless. The Bronze City could change shape and path with his will, so it would be easy for that stupid guy to change the direction of the railroad and tunnel.

Then Ronald smiled a little self-deprecatingly, but he didn't expect that they, who seemed to have an advantage, ended up being just a tool used by the big guy to clean up the intruders...... Although in the end, the yellow finch who was hiding in the middle of nowhere, escaped.

But is it...... The big guy also managed to keep another, more dangerous yellow finch by his side. For a while, Ronald couldn't say whether he was simply unlucky, or purely cocooned. However, there seems to be no difference between the two.

……

Her long eyelashes twitched slightly, and Jörmunga opened her eyes silently. A slight breeze caressed her smooth face, and the drizzle drifting in from the window with the iron fence made her feel the slightest coolness for the first time in a long time.

She moved her fingertips slightly, trying to confirm her condition, but she only felt the presence of her left hand. Tilting her head to the right slightly, she looked down and found that the right half of her body seemed to have been completely shaved, and the pain came from the wound that seemed to have been burned by high temperature, and she seemed to be able to see the beating organs in the wound.

Such injuries are so serious that even high-ranking dragons can die outright. But it wasn't really anything to her. Even if the brain is pierced, the heart is ripped out, and the hands and feet are chopped up...... With the Dragon King's resilience and power, none of these methods can really kill her.

But this is premised on the fact that her dragon body's resilience is still functioning normally.

She struggled hard, and immediately golden words appeared in front of her, and she seemed to be restrained from her movements. At the same time, these words also inhibit her ability to regenerate, leaving her in a state of weakness all the time.

Giving up her struggle, she looked at her surroundings and saw a room made entirely of wood. The décor in the room was very basic, as if there was nothing but the wooden bed under her, but it could also have a bit of a medieval style.

The wooden bed that stood firmly in the room shook gently, and she roughly understood where she was. Although it may be a little unwilling to say it, she has become a captive without dying, and has become a captive of humans and some unknown existences.

"Are you awake?" Some cold voices sounded beside her, and Ye Mengjiade looked up to see that it was Chu Zihang, who had recovered to the state of an ordinary person like her.

He was sitting quietly on the floor to the side, fiddling with the two Japanese swords that had flown there when the war had started before, and now suddenly appeared in their entirety. His standard black trench coat in Kassel was removed, revealing the plain white shirt underneath. This quiet appearance is enough to make most of the girls in Shilan Middle School shout that the years are really quiet.

Only then did Jörmungard realize that his coat was covering his body. The wooden bed underneath him was really just a wooden bed, and there was nothing but wood. Although the dragon king, who only has half of her body left, seems to have nothing to look at, it seems to have preserved her last trace of dignity.

But Jörmunga, who had always kept him as a pet, didn't eat it, and she still sneered: "What is this, the disgusting kindness of humans? Or is the living dragon king a little more valuable? ”

The last memory she had before she fell unconscious was the bow and arrow that had been aimed at her accurately, but somehow deflected slightly to the side.

"Even if you continue to say that now, you may not believe it." Chu Zihang put down the two alchemy weapons that he had tried and wiped in his hand, and looked at the girl who looked weak and looked weak confined on the bare wooden bed, but was actually still very dangerous now, "We may have the possibility of reconciliation outside of battle." ”

This is the confinement chamber of Queen Anne's Revenge, since it is a confinement chamber, it is naturally impossible to want a soft bed, there is only a bare wooden bed. So Chu Zihang, who is still serving as a jailer guarding the prisoners, can only sit on the floor on one side.

Although he already has the confinement of runestone, it doesn't matter what kind of place the dragon king stays in, but as a captive, he has to act as a captive. The relationship between the big dinosaur and the kitten will not change because the big dinosaur is injured, even if her injury is caused by the kitten that has turned into a big tiger.

Chu Zihang ignored the girl's mocking eyes, and said softly: "I've heard that before I met you in Bronze City, the seniors seemed to have met you in Shilan Middle School, and there was a battle. Then you should understand that the structural elements of our organization are far greater than any organization you know. ”

On that stormy night, he probably wouldn't have figured it out as he was busy banishing Deadpool. So close to him at the time, there was a battle that was far greater than he knew at the time. Yu Bo of that battle, the school building that collapsed for unknown reasons, is still the topic of conversation among the teachers and students of Shilan Middle School.

Recalling the shot he had been shot on that stormy night, Jörmungad snorted coldly and turned his head sideways: "In the company of people who have been dead for nearly a hundred years, are you here to show me that you have the power to defy the power of the dragon king?" ”

"I don't deny that." Ignoring the Dragon King's attitude again, Chu Zihang said in a subtle tone, "But in fact, the existence of some of our members may be more than you expected, as for this, let your eyes confirm it yourself." ”

Jörmungadr didn't reply, and turned her head sideways as if she were asleep. But Chu Zihang understood that it was impossible for her to fall asleep peacefully in such an embattled situation. She may be thinking of some kind of escape strategy, but it doesn't make sense, she obviously can't carry it out like this.

He didn't go on to say anything, and he didn't speak, he wondered how much her cold attitude would be able to maintain when Jörmungård met those two brothers.

Narrow enough to allow only light and ventilation, the previous rainstorm and thunder have long since disappeared. In the sky when the dark clouds have cleared, a few "stars" that can illuminate the sea hang above the canopy. A cold wind with dampness blew on the surface of the sea, which had regained its silence, and startled the sound of a pleasant wave.

This calm and calm appearance makes it easier to forget that this is the Nibelungen in crisis. Combined with the surrounding wooden hulls, it is easy to feel the magnificent sea life of the Age of Discovery hundreds of years ago in a medieval sailing-themed hotel.

A faint red light slowly rose at the end of the sea, and a warm light peeked through the small iron window. The warm glow poured in, giving the room some cold air a comfort that could not be refused.

Although the two people who sat in the room didn't care about the cold, this was like the light of the sunrise or Chu Zihang's heart was rarely quiet. After an endless night of rainstorms, there's nothing more uplifting than the next day's sunshine.

Wait a minute...... Sunlight! Chu Zihang, who felt the pleasant light and closed his eyes slightly, opened his eyes reluctantly. This is the Nibelungen, where does the sun come from?

"Something seems to have crept in with you." The anomaly was also discovered, and the taunting voice of Jörmungandr, who had his back to her, sounded again. Even if he couldn't see her face, Chu Zihang could imagine that her eyes were full of malice.

Ignoring the dragon king's cynicism, Chu Zihang, who pulled out his double swords, received an instruction from the magic link: "Take care of that little girl's dragon king, let's deal with that guy." ”

As the words fell, a cannonball with a flash of fire flew outside the small iron window towards the enemy who brought sunlight in the distance. While guarding the dragon king who was still lying on the wooden bed, waiting for the play with excitement on his face, Chu Zihang gently walked to the small iron window and looked out.

The first thing he saw was a cannonball with a crimson tail flame flying towards the end of the sea he couldn't see. The shells gradually disappeared at the end of the sea, and there was no sound. But in the next second, more intense artillery fire rang out from the side of the ship above.

Chu Zihang, who had raised his vision slightly, saw it, and it seemed that a fireball with a tail flame flew over from the end of the sea, looking at the style, it seemed to be the shells that were shelled out just now! They're ...... Bounced back!

Dozens of shells flew out of the ship's side above again, colliding with the shells that had flown back again. Huge sparks exploded in the air, and the impact released by the two waves of shells at close range seemed to tilt the ship's hull a little. A cannonball that escaped interception by the light of the explosion flew out and crashed straight into the unsuspecting hull.

The joke that the pirate ship was wounded by a cannonball fired by itself was not funny at all, but it did happen. Stabilizing his body in a violent tremor, Chu Zihang, who raised his head, found that the wall in front of him had been broken open.

The mouth is not large, only about half a person tall. It does not disintegrate the entire hull of the ship, nor does it prevent the ship from continuing to sail. However, it also exposed the situation in this room, and a more dazzling red light shone through the gap in the room.

Stabilizing his body in the impact, Chu Zihang looked out, and at the end of the sea, the white figure that loomed in the smoke of the explosion and continued to emit a blazing red light. There seemed to be a transparent curtain of light in front of the figure, and all attacks that touched it would bounce back.

"Hmph, Word Spirit Avalon, you seem to have encountered a very difficult enemy." Jörmunga's voice came with some pleasure, and although she couldn't fully see the full picture of the figure, she was glad to see this group of people suffer.

Before he had time to continue looking, Chu Zihang, who got up immediately, quickly picked up the Dragon King and kicked open the wooden door behind him. Compared to a three-masted galleon that didn't know how many hundred years ago, two dead people from a hundred years ago, and a trainee dragon slayer who was still in school, the unprecedentedly weak dragon king was obviously more suitable to be the target of the other party.

"What? What about the bravery you just had? Jörmungård's face peeked out from under the black robe, and there was still an indelible mockery in his golden eyes, which had already darkened.

Then, her complexion changed suddenly, as if she felt something extremely dangerous, and she almost shouted, "Don't stop! Get out of here! That guy is ......."

Without her to say it, Chu Zihang, who also felt the fatal crisis, subconsciously turned around and saw the figure that was ignoring the cannonball that was attacking him, slowly floating over in a small boat, and raising his hand from under the white robe.

In the hand he held up, he held a spear, a very simple one, like a spear made from a branch that he had picked from a dead tree. The metal spear head that seemed to have been added at random looked unremarkable, and it didn't seem to have any special lethality.

But Chu Zihang knew that spear, or rather, he couldn't be more familiar with it. With the movement of the figure raising the gun, his body hidden under the white robe was gradually exposed to Chu Zihang's sight. Therefore, he naturally saw the one that appeared countless times in his nightmares, which he had to recall countless nights before falling asleep, and what he dreamed of finding countless times......

“…… Odin! ”