Without giving Chu Zihang and Fingal time to communicate, the battle broke out directly at the moment when the man's voice faded.

Chu Zihang, who was at the forefront, attracted the most hatred, and most of the blasphemous heretics charged at him—the one with the most momentum was the heretical hoplite warrior named "Chaos Dragon Heir", like a head-on tank, and all the heretics in its way were ruthlessly crushed by it.

Chu Zihang held his breath, and the sound of explosions kept ringing in his ears - after those explosive bombs of an astonishing caliber did not have any effect on the hoplites, Fingal decisively aimed at the other ugly monsters that pounced on Chu Zihang, and the sound of the booster rocket-like explosive bombs repelling or directly shattering the flesh and blood was faintly refreshing and excited.

Chu Zihang's heart was beating violently, and what was pumped out was fiery dragon blood that was comparable to poison, and then it circulated at high speed to every corner of the limbs, and in less than three seconds, he carried out a literal "evolution", the fine fluff of the body quickly hardened and turned into blue-black scale armor covering the whole body to form an alternative armor, and the blazing golden pupils blended with the golden divine light on the surface of the body.

The heretical warrior rushed forward with that unstoppable momentum, the big sword wrapped around the purple flame slashed head-on, Chu Zihang's figure disappeared in an instant, and the next second he appeared on the side of the warrior, and the bone giant sword swung out a fierce sword wind intending to break the opponent's leg first...... But the heretical warrior seemed to have reacted and responded, his huge claw-like palm instantly grabbed Chu Zihang's head, and while trying to pinch and explode with brute force, he raised his sword to stab through his body.

With the width of the giant sword in the heresy's hand, his body was about to be pierced, and it was basically going to be divided into two halves, Chu Zihang could not accept this battle damage exchange, and could only block it with a vertical sword, and at the same time, the free fire elements in the air quickly gathered and turned into a round of dazzling and blazing sun, Yan Ling. The Flame Erupts!

With the help of the high-pressure impact, Chu Zihang flew upside down and broke free from the shackles of the heretical warrior, and the deformed and damaged bronze mask armor on his face was rapidly recovering, covering his face again.

But the dull footsteps sounded quickly, and the tall heavily armored warrior strode towards him with a breathless sense of oppression and heavy shadows, and the explosion of Jun Yan didn't seem to have any effect on it, and the terrifying giant sword appeared in Chu Zihang's field of vision.

Jin Ge was mixed with the screams and cries of the mad spirits, and Chu Zihang swung his giant sword and constantly collided with the heretical warriors, golden and purple sparks flew everywhere. During this time, any heretics who tried to sneak up on Chu Zihang were killed by Fingal with precision - even if he was now besieged by a group of heretics.

Chu Zihang felt a great pressure, and the scales at the mouth of the sword tiger in his hand were broken and healed again...... The feeling that the heretic warrior in front of him reminded him of Lu Mingfei.

There is no blasphemy in any way, this feeling refers to Lu Mingfei's almost instinctive killing technique, he has already thought about and made a deadly counterattack when dealing with attacks, and he is no stranger to this feeling when he often trains with Lu Mingfei in combat.

Chu Zihang thinks that his strength is not as good as Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhinu, but it is not so bad as to disgrace the emperor, the alchemy sergeant's bloodline transformation technique called "The Road of the Gods", the battle training with Lu Mingfei, and the dream training of Yuan Zhinu...... The strength that he has improved in all aspects can at least make his father proud of himself (Chu Tianjiao is already stupid); But when facing this heretical warrior, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Did the devil create ...... 'Astarte'?"

"Bang!"

The sword and the sword collided with each other again, and the heretic warrior armor grabbed the air and leaned over to knock Chu Zihang out with his heavy shoulder armor, even with the protection of the scale armor and the substantial increase in the muscle density of his body after the transformation of the bloodline, Chu Zihang still felt as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed chariot, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

The heretical warrior did not raise his sword and chase after him this time, but walked slowly, and a beating magenta strange flame rose between the palm of his other hand, Chu Zihang reluctantly got up and wanted to dodge, but he was stunned to find that the ground under him had actually become like a swamp, and several black sticky black liquids bound him in place.

He instantly remembered the name of this spirit: greed!

The high-risk spirit located at the top of the periodic table of speech is 90, and the hard ground in the field will melt into other forms such as quicksand, swamps, wetlands, etc., or it can choose to maintain its previous form and be freely controlled by the user of the spirit of speech.

Are there other hybrids in?

Wrong! Chu Zihang tried to break free from the control of the ground while looking at the heretical warrior who was walking slowly towards him-

The predecessor may be Deadpool, or even a dragon, how can the "Chaos Dragon" not have the ability to use words!

In the next second, he saw the flame in the heretic's hand turn into a tangible spear and pierce his chest, but the first thing he felt the pain was his own brain, and countless whispers that seemed to come from the ghost of hell sounded in his ears, seizing the slightest feeling of powerlessness he had generated before to harass and bewitch his own spirit, trying to make him crazy.

The purity of his bloodline was no different from that of a pure-blooded dragon now, and the blasphemous energy was taking advantage of it.

This is also a point of contradiction between the current hybrids, if you want to defeat stronger enemies, you must refine your dragon bloodline to gain stronger power; And when the purity of one's dragon blood breaks the boundaries of the half-blood, the more likely it is to be eroded by unclean forces.

The heretic dragon heir dragged the giant sword towards Chu Zihang, who was trapped in place, and purple unidentified flames danced in the eyes of the dark twisted helmet.

"I'm here for Chu Zihang!"

Fingal let out a roar of rage, he was besieged by nearly twenty heretics, mutated tentacles entangled and slicing his body in his "bronze throne" state; But these didn't cause any damage, the most threatening thing was the heretics in the distance who kept spitting pink fireballs from their mouths on all fours, not to mention the pain caused by those fireballs exploding on him, and the most terrible thing was that the wounds after burning could not heal quickly.

Originally, Fingal wanted to rush over and deal with those long-range outputs first-the ammunition of the blaster gun had been empty, and there was no chance to reload the new magazine, but now he had to stop the guy who looked quite dangerous, and it was impossible to watch Chu Zihang being wiped out by the other party's sword.

"Childish, if you don't come down again, I can't bear it......" He complained in his heart, the source of the childish girl because of the impact of the dragon power at close range, the spirit has not fully recovered, so he asked him to guard the door of the Holy Blood Pavilion first - even if he is injured, but to deal with some miscellaneous soldiers, he should still clear the second, who would have thought that the boss would not take the usual path and directly teleport to the second floor of the underground.

Chu Zihang, who was trapped on the ground, moved his lips slightly, and his painful face returned to calm and firm.

He raised his head and looked directly at the Chaos Dragon Heir who was already approaching him, his eyes dancing with golden flames:

"Torch Candle Emperor Zhi, Cave Extinguishing Dragon!"

The realm of oblivion collapsed, and Chu Zihang instantly broke free from the shackles of the ground, although the flame spear that pierced through his own mind and could distort his mind was still there, but it did not prevent him from swinging his sword to slash at the heretic in front of him.

"Defeat and frustration are the fall of the emperor!"

"Pray to cleanse the soul and purify the body!"

"Only rely on the emperor, and the common people rely on it!"

……

Chu Zihang recited the emperor's proverbs aloud, in order to strengthen and arm his own mind, and the holy glow on his body, which had been dimmed due to bloodline changes and mental abnormalities, became bright again.

He fought with the heretics again, the greatsword and the greatsword collided violently, the speed at which he swung the sword was surpassing the speed of the heretic's reaction and counterattack, and the graceful and brutal swordsmanship of the Holy Blood Angel was constantly cutting through the carapace of the heretic dragon heir.

"Damn, why did you suddenly become so fierce?"

Fingal tore off a tentacle wrapped around his body, and blasted the head of the heretic with another punch, looking at Chu Zihang, who had suddenly re-emerged, and began to consider whether he should recite two sentences loudly to get His Majesty's attention.

But at least now the crisis is temporarily resolved.

The arms of the Chaos Dragon Heir were the first to be cut off, and its legs, which had lost the means of counterattack, were quickly and cleanly split by Chu Zihang, and the heavy body of the heretic suddenly fell to the ground, and when the flames in its eyes jumped and wanted to release the spirit or blasphemy spell, the bony giant sword mercilessly cut off its head and split it in half.

But it didn't seem to be dead, and the heretic's hideously twisted dragon head sewn along with flesh and blood on the surface of the breastplate lit up with purple monstral patterns, as if it wanted to make a final desperate resistance.

Chu Zihang took a deep breath, the dragon's blood boiled again, the iron-cyan scale armor on the surface of his body was constantly growing layer after layer of new scales to protect his body, and the magenta flame spear was rapidly "melting" under the blazing white light that lit up on his chest.

Jun Yan. Plasma state!

As the "prototype" of the plasma cannon, Chu Zihang has preliminarily mastered the means of compressing energy in the Jun Flame through static heating and transforming it into a plasma state release...... It's just that without the alchemy sergeant's alchemy matrix and related facilities, Chu Zihang's release of the plasma state monarch flame alone is also extremely dangerous to himself, and it is easy for his body to be melted by the plasma first.

There is no easier and more efficient way to kill your enemies, and since the headless heretic has become an immovable target, there is no reason to refuse it without worrying about not being able to hit.

Danger sounded like an engine roaring, the temperature underground was rising sharply, the smell of heretic corpses and blood being roasted was scorching and pungent, Fingal was not a fool and could not detect this abnormality, the corners of his mouth twitched as far away from Chu Zihang as possible:

"Is this the end of Ultraman......

A blazing beam of light answered, and a white sun seemed to rise in the basement, the light pierced people's eyes, and the white high-temperature beam that erupted from Chu Zihang's chest instantly engulfed the remnants of the Chaos Dragon Heir, completely purifying it.