The platform that had been illuminated by golden points of light was completely shattered, the stone rock wall had collapsed, and the creatures that had been bound on it were long gone. Those "treasures" that he once regarded as treasures turned into worthless ashes, floating in the space filled with gunsmoke.

Huge fissures filled the space that had been paved with railroad tracks, and an endless aura of darkness overflowed from underneath, and beyond that was an abyss that could not be seen at all. At a certain moment, a completely healed crack in the ground opened, and an iron-faced crimson dragon flew out from underneath it, and on its back was a boy who didn't look very old.

Constantine...... Or now Conrad glanced at the devastated land, revealing the same nervousness as his age: "Oh no, Fenrir has left." ”

IQ issues aside, the giant dragon has as much destructive power as it looks. If it's just his external performance that makes people think that the so-called Dragon King may be just like that, then it's a big mistake. Even though Conrad had already prepared and called out Samson, who was bound to him, he still didn't stop him.

“…… You have to find your brother. Looking around again, he also noticed the anomaly of the magic link communication, and he patted the dragon below him, "Samson, can you find your brother?" ”

The iron-clad red dragon inhaled a large amount of air and exhaled extremely hot air, as if sniffing the scent of someone in the chaotic air. After a while, the red dragon shook his head: "Wang, I'm afraid not. ”

The power of the king was beyond his reach, and the Nibelungen was only one glimmer away from complete collapse, and the elements of chaos interfered with a great deal of his perception.

Conrad, who had been prepared for a long time, sighed helplessly, he stretched out his somewhat immature hand and shook it, the white and tender palm has long lost the terrifying appearance of the dragon's body claws, but even if the power contained in it is weakened due to the restrictions of the position, it should not be too bad.

But he didn't stop the rampaging Fenrir, and the restrictions of the job placement may have played a part, but more because it was the "most powerful" dragon king.

Literally, a monstrous dragon on the outside, but on the inside, he may be just like a child's dragon, possessing incomparable destructive power. And once he identifies as an enemy, he will tear open the disguise of the child's heart, revealing the tyrannical dragon king's heart underneath. Then his enemies will be able to see the power that tears the earth apart.

Besides, the mind is a thing that is completely unneeded for the Dragon King.

Without continuing to think about this, Samson waved his wings and galloped through the tunnel, which had been destroyed by the attack and was covered with pitch-black cracks, and it was completely impossible to see what it had looked like before, looking for his lost brother.

……

The cabins were broken open, and there were quite a few restrictions on the navigation of the ships. The speed slowed down, but the guns on the deck still roared, and the crimson cannonballs flew towards the dragon king siblings on the sea.

The dragon's mouth opened angrily, and the blazing dragon flames erupted, detonating the cannonballs in the air. Let his huge dragon body sink into the sea with the smoke, and swim nimbly towards the deepest depths.

The incomparably deep sea is completely different from what you see from above. Apparently there is no flow, the stagnant water has a crystal clear texture, and the bottom of the three-masted sailing ship above is clearly visible. It was defenseless, like someone was going to crash into it.

But Fenrir didn't do that, and with a weakened Jörmungadr, he carefully bypassed the wall of white waves that had continued from the storm wall above.

The white waves swirled with the storm above, forming a huge waterspout in the sea, but it did not create a larger turbulence at the bottom of the sea. Even without Jörmungård's reminder, this strange scene made Fenrir subconsciously avoid it.

Fenrir's massive figure continued to descend until the light above could no longer shine in, and the darkness around them completely enveloped them, and he stopped.

The voice of the ancient Ao rang out, and the huge field was stretched out, completely separating the sea outside. Vigilantly retracting his wings, Fenrir carefully lowered Jörmungandr, who was lying weakly above his head.

The scale armor that emerged from the light of the Maiden Dragon King's body disappeared completely, and the plain white body lay in the field like a transparent bubble. It's as beautiful as a dream, like a mermaid princess in the deep sea who longs for the ground in a fairy tale.

It's just that this mermaid princess has an extremely hideous wound on her chest. Even though the wound had now closed slightly, suppressing the blood gushing out of it, the hideous wound that was constantly spreading the pitch-black crystals still added a sense of darkness to the fairytale-like beautiful girl.

"Sister, wake up and play with me, I found something very fun!" Fenrir gently arched the girl's body with his mouth, and even though the maiden Dragon King had reprimanded him many times not to do so, he still couldn't change this habit when facing the girl.

The girl, who was more silent like a dead corpse than Sleeping Beauty, struggled to open her eyes, so weak that she could barely see what was in front of her with only slightly golden eyes.

As if with all her might, she reached out a hand and gently touched Fenrir's chin. The dragon's eyes narrowed as usual, like a big dog being petted.

"Brother...... I can't play with you anymore. Jörmungard's eyes seemed to sparkle a little, "In the future, I won't be able to play with you anymore......"

"Why?" The corners of the dragon's eyes drooped like a child told he couldn't go to an amusement park.

"Is it because of the bad guys up there? I'm going to chase them away now. He said angrily, and the appearance of anger can be regarded as a little bit of the posture that a dragon king should have.

Jörmungandr still caressed him gently: "No...... Brother, this is saying goodbye. ”

The dragon, who understood what, lowered his head, his golden eyes full of loss: "Are you leaving me again?" Like it used to be for that woman......"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Jörmungand's slightly shiny eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray: "I thought it was once our hope to get rid of the curse...... But that doesn't matter anymore. ”

She looked at the lost dragon, and the finger that stroked his chin flashed a dangerous glimmer: "Obviously so much stronger than me, but because of that curse, I have become so stupid." Brother, haven't you ever thought about breaking this ridiculous fate? ”

"No, I don't want to, I just want to have you with me." The dragon lowered its head and leaned gently beside her.

After that, there was silence for a long time, and the long-silent Jörmungad's hands were covered with more and more armor, and his originally slender and plain white fingertips turned into sharp claws. But the dragon that crouched beside her still enjoyed her touch as if he hadn't noticed it.

Then, sharp armor pierced into the skin, and golden blood splattered out. The dragon crouching beside her let out a roar of rage, as if he couldn't believe she dared to do that.

Warm blood splashed on his face, and Jörmunga said expressionlessly, "But I think, brother." And only Hela can free me from this damn fate. ”

Tears welled up in the dragon's eyes, and the pain made his hideous head twist and speechless.

“…… However, I don't have a chance anymore. Uncontrollably bleeding from the corners of his mouth spilled, and the wound that had barely healed opened again, revealing a wound underneath that was impossible to heal. Holding on to him with such an injury had already used up all the strength she had left.

The blood-stained claws were pulled out of his chest, and his hand, which had regained its normal appearance, twitched incessantly due to severe pain. With the golden blood of the dragon king, it continued to overflow from the heart in his chest that had been crushed by himself. Then, Jörmungad's bloodstained hand touched the dragon's face distorted with grief again.

"I'm no longer eligible...... There is no qualification to be Hela......" The blood that kept spilling from the corners of her mouth made Jörmungård's words intermittent, and she could no longer brighten her eyes to look at the dragon beside her, and the remaining gold in it gradually darkened, "I am Jörmungadr, and you are Fenrir...... The two of us together are Hela...... Hela, the god of death who harnesses the ship of the bones of the dead, declares war on all life on earth......"

"Or ......" she looked at the dragon with a soft light again, "Death...... Hull! ”

"Nope! Nope!" The dragon cried out in grief, but he didn't dare to touch the wound of the maiden dragon king to stop the blood gushing out. For her overly fragile body, her own help may have been the last straw that pressed her.

There was an extremely sad voice in the deep sea, but in this deep sea, where even light could not reach, no one would look at him sympathetically.

Tears ran down the sharp scales of his face, and Fenrir cried out in pain, "Why do you do this? Why do you do it! I don't want to be anything Hull...... I don't want you dead. ”

"If I don't, you won't accept my flesh and blood, and let Hel be born......" Jörmungadr's voice grew quieter and quieter, and his breathing was almost indiscible.

Feeling that the strength of her whole body was draining, she took one last look at the giant dragon in the lake of tears, and almost exhausted all her strength to say the last sentence.

"So...... You've got to grow up, brother......"

Gradually, Jörmungandra lost his voice. Without support, the blood-stained slender palm fell, falling into the blood of the golden-red dragon king that flowed out. Completely deprived of light, the pitch-black child's hole has been restored, and the reflection of the grieving dragon is reflected.

Gently holding the breathless body of the girl in front of him, the dragon lightly pressed it to his face, as if he wanted to feel the warmth of his own life as before. However, no matter how much he called, all the girl's response was just cold.

The mournful voice lasted for a long time in the untouched realm, and then faded away. The tears had dried up, and the voice was completely hoarse, and the dragon gently held the girl's body in front of him.

"Sister...... Wrong...... My sister Jörmungad. If, that's what you'd expect......" A hoarse voice was heard, and the massive membranous wings came down, and the bloody tail curled up. Fenrir's body bent, completely protecting himself with his limbs and scales.

"Then I'll grow up as you think...... "In the deep sea, a field separating the sea exploded, and in the water gushing out, there was an incomparably dazzling golden light," and ...... Revenge for you! ”

In the hoarse and shrill voice, an even larger field, as if it was about to completely cover the entire sea, slowly unfolded. Violent tremors began as the realm opened, and the seabed that was hidden deep underground began to rise, carrying with it the great skeletons that had fallen silent on it.

The shattered bones gradually clinged to Fenrir's body, enveloping him like a husk protecting the cubs. Between the cracks where the bones connected, there was an equally blinding red light. The red light pierced through the sea, as if to proclaim a high-profile announcement: Death Hel is about to be born!

Huge cracks emerged from the seabed, gradually spreading upwards. A dark aura of death and destruction spilled out of it, quickly spreading throughout the space.

“…… That's not good. "Boiling" up on the surface of the sea, the soot looked at the falling water level and the solemn face was heavy. Then he silently looked back and glanced at the area where Ren was in the storm.

It was constantly spinning, like a storm wall that had cut off the world, and it was unmoved in the slightest under this crisis that seemed like the end of the world.

……

On a certain highway on the bank of the Yanjing North Canal, it has been following the high-profile cruise ship in a low-key manner, and the people hiding in the car look at the gentle landing, but all the people who come down are a group of people they don't know. They realized why there were so many auctions, but they didn't hear from them.

"This is completely tricked...... On the co-pilot, Cheng Yan, who originally planned to enter the real auction together as a member of the escort, leaned back on the seat a little weakly.

A rookie investigator who is just starting out, and there is also a person who is not very old at first glance, and he still looks like a student assistant, and this lineup is impossible to reassure no matter how you look at it......

While thinking about it, the inexplicable vibration made her frown: "Is it another earthquake, this is the first time?" ”

Not long after the auction ended, some were very slight and there was no major movement, but some dense earthquakes occurred every once in a while. Although it was only a slight shaking and not a dangerous earthquake, it still caused some people to panic.

She looked out the window, a hint of unease coming over her.

……

The camouflaged pleasure boat sailed silently on the dark river, with his hands on the guardrail, looking at the dark water, Lin Fenglong did not feel the slightest joy about throwing off some small tails.

Tonight, the ground is moving intensively, and such a thing that looks very abnormal at first glance naturally can't escape his ears and eyes. After hiberning with Yanjing for a long time, such an anomaly made him think of another thing he was waiting for.

Originally, he should have taken action, even if it was found out after investigation that it might just be a misunderstanding, it was better than hesitation beforehand. But why, it's tonight......

Sighing softly at the river, he turned his head and saw the figure standing not far away.

The moonlight peeked out of the clouds and shone on the young man. Sensing his gaze, he looked sideways, as if he said hello casually: "Good evening, Boss Lin." ”