The depths of the Nibelungen.

Natsumi vibrates her wings and levitates in the tunnel, with the nine-headed Weasel Empress at her feet, and behind her is the endless swarm of Scythe and the skeleton Deadpool.

Odin sat on Sleipnir's horse, and vast expanses of pale Deadpool flowed from the shatters into the Nibelungen.

The two sides stood against each other, and their strength was accumulated in their bodies.

Just as it was about to erupt, the boy's voice rushed into the center of the battlefield.

"I'm going to launch an attack on the bulls!"

"Skyfire...... Ahh ”

The rising momentum of the two dragon kings came to a standstill, and then they saw a young man with a grim face and no shirt being thrown into the battlefield with a bewildered face.

Chu Zihang: ......

In fact, Chu Zihang himself didn't know what was going on.

He was still sitting on the back of the dragon with Gu Bei and Lao Tang just now, and the next second Gu Bei beside him shouted a line of unknown meaning, and then Chu Zihang felt that his feet were empty, and the scenery in front of him began to fall rapidly, and at the end of his sight, there was a bright golden child's hole.

It was a god, a god riding an eight-legged horse and carrying a spear of fate.

The golden boy of the god was too dazzling, and Chu Zihang couldn't see his face clearly when his eyes widened, but that image had already been deeply imprinted in his mind.

He recognized the god in front of him.

On a rainy night many years ago, on that highway that did not exist in reality, they had seen it before!

Chu Zihang will never forget that scene.

He drove a galloping Maybach sedan, and when he turned his head to see the man leaping into the air with a long knife, the god stretched out his pale hand in the dark blue wind......

That hand was wrapped in layers of white cloth, like Mu Muyin's hand.

Under the white robe of God, there are also layers of shrouds.

Odin!

Even if he had expected his opponent this time, when he saw Odin head-on, Chu Zihang's blood still boiled uncontrollably.

He had been chasing this god for many years, and he had gone from immaturity to maturity, but the trace of the god was never visible, as if he had always been hidden from the world.

Today he finally found him!

Chu Zihang didn't think much about it, and his strong body coordination allowed him to easily adjust his posture even in mid-air without a focus point.

Odin was already close in front of him, Chu Zihang's body swooped down, he pulled out the knife left for him by the man from his tennis bag, and the village rain was cold and cold, and he "smashed" it towards Odin's mask!

That's right, not chopping, but smashing!

Blade or back, or scabbard?

All this is meaningless, this blow condenses all of Chu Zihang's strength, even with the hilt of a knife, it can smash some Deadpool to death.

It was a powerful move, but unfortunately, he chose the wrong opponent.

In front of him is not Deadpool, not three generations, not two generations.

This is the "god" who even the first generation has to avoid its edge!

In this world, there are only a handful of people who know his origins, and even fewer can fight him and defeat him.

Just as a mixed race with a relatively good bloodline, Chu Zihang is naturally not among them.

But he raised his sword to the gods.

Isn't he aware of the gap between himself and the gods?

No, he was well aware of the gap between himself and God.

He remembered that the man's sword was like a silver delphinium on a rainy night, but the god shot the nimble bird down with just one shot.

So why did he raise his knife? Why not run away?

How can you escape?

If he could turn back the clock and go back to that rainy night when he was 15 years old, he would have crashed into God in a Maybach instead of running away......

In the depths of his heart, he had always hated that he didn't have the courage to die with his father on that rainy night.

It's good to die like that, it's not lonely at all.

That's fine now, too......

Either kill the gods, or die with your best brother and favorite girl.

That's not a bad ending......

Chu Zihang held Mura Yu tightly with both hands......

"Smash me!

！

”

He is like King Kong with angry eyes, like a lion roaring filial piety.

The god finally reacted, and he moved slightly, raising his head from his cloak, and a mocking laugh erupted from under the iron mask.

Odin just stretched out his hand and gently wiped it in front of him, and a barrier composed entirely of air appeared out of thin air, and Murayu's sharp blade was blocked when it met the air barrier, and the alchemy steel and air actually rubbed a piercing scream, like ten thousand cats stretching out their claws at the same time to scratch on the blackboard.

Chu Zihang's feet landed on top of Sleipnir's head, and he tried his best to break through the barrier in front of him with all his strength, but he could no longer get into even a centimeter.

Kungunir was as nimble as a fish in Odin's hands, but instead of stabbing the spear in front of him, he turned a corner and crossed behind him.

The sound of the impact of gold and iron echoed in the Nibelungen, Odin's hand shook, and the alchemy sword in the shape of a horizontal knife was knocked out, and then it swirled in mid-air in violation of the laws of physics, and then returned to Gu Bei's hand.

The magic machine refines the pre-skills, and the method of refining is the royal object.

Although time was pressing, Gu Bei just casually drew a simple version of the Imperial Array on the fixed square, but it looked like the effect was not bad.

Gu Bei waved his hand twice, making sure that Dingfang did not have some kind of malfunction due to the collision with an artifact like Kungunir, and he was immediately very satisfied.

Turning his head to look at Odin: "He is worthy of being the king of the gods, and he can't kill it even if he attacks him...... Is it true that you really want to use heavenly fire to cut yourself? ”

Odin glanced at Fenrir who was grinning and looking at him fiercely, and then his golden gaze fell on Gu Bei on the back of the Fenrir dragon.

Although his golden boy was so dazzling that ordinary people and even half-breeds couldn't see the eyes behind the golden light, he didn't know why, Gu Bei always felt as if something was licking up and down his body.

This Odin is not a thousand-year-old glass.

That's not right, if Odin is glass, how did the diva Friega give birth to Thor?

Could it be ......

Gu Bei's thoughts were about to drift away, but Odin's voice pulled him back: "Mortal? ”

Gu Bei grinned his teeth and smiled: "Anyway, it's not a four-legged snake, it's not a big lizard, and it's not a mongrel." ”

Gu Bei basically scolded all the creatures with dragon blood in this world in one sentence, but he didn't get the reaction he wanted, let alone anger, Odin's mood didn't even fluctuate at all.

Gu Bei could only sigh again, worthy of being the king of the gods.

didn't care about Gu Bei's trash talk, Odin nodded: "That's a mortal, a mortal like you, it's the first time I've seen it." ”

Gu Bei grinned: "How about it, I've seen it for a long time." ”

"Hmm."

Kungunir turned in Odin's hand, and the tip of the spear pointed at Gu Bei from afar: "Although it is a good container, it is a pity that it cannot be used by me, it is better to destroy it." ”

was aimed at the spear from afar, but Gu Bei's face did not show any panic, but the corners of his mouth rose 90 degrees.

Of course, Gu Bei didn't want to transform into a dragon king, but ......

Gu Bei turned his head to look at Chu Zihang, who was struggling with the air barrier on the horse's head: "Senior brother, it didn't work just now, but you have to work harder for the next blow, it's not okay." ”

Chu Zihang's eyes froze, and he understood.

The language of the ancient Ao rang out, and a black flame ignited on the blade of the village rain, and then quickly spread to the entire air barrier.

With the sound of crackling and burning, the village rain tore open the impregnable air barrier, and then slashed down, taking the god's head!

Kungunir, who was already about to throw, had to retract again, blocking the blade that had been snapping down laterally.

The young man laughed: "It's not over yet, respected king of the gods." ”

"Don!"

"Gotcha!"

With Gu Bei's order, blazing flames gushed out from Odin's side and back, Odin's heart tightened, and he turned to look, and at some point a man with a happy face appeared there, and the golden boy was as bright as Odin.

"Norton!? When!? ”

Could it be that they have joined forces with each other? Norton and Jörmungaed, them?

There was a hint of disbelief beneath Odin's iron face, he didn't know how many years he hadn't felt that way.

No, he never had this kind of emotion, it was just the emotion of this "container" that made him mistakenly think that his feelings were fluctuating.

Odin forcibly controlled his body's reaction, and then patted Slepnir.

The eight-legged steed snorted, then neighed.

With the cry of the divine horse, a wind blew away the endless sand and dust around Odin, and Chu Zihang was also expelled from the realm.

Speech: A Dustless Land!

Gu Bei frowned, although he had long thought that this eight-legged horse was unlikely to be an ordinary horse, it should be the same as the sable that was subdued in Changbai Mountain, it was a mixed-race xenogene, but he didn't expect that this thing actually had a spirit of words!?

But that's not all.

The fire was extinguished, and Odin looked at the three dragons in front of him, and he had already had the idea of retreating.

Although he is one of the apex of the Dragon King's combat power, he can't stand the siege of so many people, not to mention the number of Jörmungad, Fenrir alone is not easy to deal with, plus a Norton who is not weak.

And the "container" just now, his black fire has a kind of flavor of words, but it doesn't look like a pure spirit of words, it's very weird.

And there is also a strange "mortal" on the side, although this guy has only tested it and hasn't really done it yet, but he does have a smell of danger on his body.

Odin believes in his own feelings, the dragon king's feelings are not ordinary feelings, and to some extent he can even perceive the future, so he has to believe it.

Although this body is not his own, it is not easy to cultivate a useful "container", and after so many years, he has only accumulated two that can be used.

It's not worth losing a body here.

As if sensing the master's retreat, Slepnir restlessly clicked the horse's hooves, leaving small pits in the ground.

But Odin wants to leave, and it is estimated that it is not that simple.

Looking around, Chu Gu Tang Xia and the four of them didn't know when they would close up and trap Odin in the middle, and the spatial crack that was glowing with white light was moved far away by Xia Mi with the authority within the Nibelungen, and countless sickles and skeletons were intercepting the pale Deadpool gushing out of it.

Old Tang stood in place, Long Wei poured out from his body, I don't know when he had completed the transformation from Old Tang to Norton, and the golden light in the Tong Kong was even higher, as if he wanted to burn a hole in Odin's body.

Gu Bei was present, and Old Tang believed that Norton would not come nonsense, so he simply threw his body to him.

Chu Zihang held his hands horizontally, and the tip of the knife went straight to Odin, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at the girl who spread his dragon wings on the side.

Xia Mi naturally also felt Chu Zihang's eyes, but compared to the surprise of Xiao Qinglang coming to save herself, she only felt that the brains of the few people present were a little difficult, otherwise they would not be in danger, so she gave Chu Zihang a roll of her eyes angrily.

The big straight man didn't understand what it meant, and touched his nose weakly.

Norton is a younger brother and doesn't feel it at all, but Gu Bei can't do it, Gu Bei, whose girlfriend is not around, looked at the interaction between the two of them and had a straight toothache, and said sourly: "Senior brother, you can go back and continue to flirt, we are fighting now." ”

Natsumi: ......

Chu Zihang: ......

Odin:...... You're kind of ignoring me.

Gu Bei turned his head to look at Odin, he smiled, and his smile was cold: "Respected Lord of the Gods, little mortal, please ......"

“…… To die! ”

——

It's still that empty theater.

The big screen flickered and a new repertoire was playing.

"The iron-clad god sits atop the eight-legged horse, and countless black shadows surround the feet of the eight-legged horse, making the god on the horse's back as terrifying as death.

The god held a spear in his hand, shaped like a branch plucked from an ancient tree, and equipped it with a very rudimentary spear head, not much better than the pike dart used by primitive people to hunt bison, but with a certain terrible golden light.

The light on the surface of the dead branches rises and falls like breathing, rising and falling.

If the god is like a god of death, and the spear made of dead branches in his hand is another god of death, the dead branch seems to be alive, but it contains the most profound idea of "death".

On the opposite side of the god is a young man with a grim face, and the horizontal sword in his hand is not like a fight, but more like a sacrificial knife.

Divine Sword: Murayu.

The teenager runs, rushes forward, accelerates.

The light of the sword slashed through the countless black shadows, which fell into a patch like wheat in a field.

Now, the boy is the god of death, and the weapon in his hand is the sickle that harvests life.

The black shadow fell in large swaths, forming a staircase at the boy's feet, and the boy climbed the stairs, then leaped high, the knife in his hand slashing down at the god on horseback.

The god finally moved, and he raised the spear in his hand and struck it out, and lightning flowed.

Countless stabs in an instant, this mythical spear that will always hit its target, each of its thrusts has a dark golden shimmer, and the arc of light surrounds the boy, attacking at his different vital points, like a dense meteor shower.

The boy tossed and turned in midair, he dodged in the meteor, swirled with his sword, and came to the god!

Suddenly, blood poured out of his back, and he fell, falling into the shadows. The "meteor" that he flashed by was like a firefly flying in a whirlwind, hitting him from behind.

He fell, in countless dark shadows.

The dark shadow surrounded the boy and rejoiced, then set up the boy and sent him to the gods.

The god put away the spear in his hand and took off the iron mask, revealing a face that resembled the boy by eight points.

The face was cold and hard, like ice on the Siberian snowfield.

The god reached out and placed the mask on the boy's face."

The boy picked up the pen again and drew a large circle on the script in his hand.

I don't know if it means passed or pending.

The fluorescent screen went black, and the huge theater fell into endless darkness.

The boy slowly leaned back in his chair, humming an unknown tune, and at some point there was another piece of paper in his hand, and the boy moved his pen to the paper, leaving the boy's name on the blank paper.

"Chu Zihang".

The boy thought for a moment and wrote down two more words.

"Gu Bei".

The theater was completely dark, and the boy's murmur echoed in the future.

"Destiny ......"