"Whew~Whew~"

Rapid breathing sounded, and a burly man with iron-gray hair hid in a shabby plaid shirt in a gloomy room.

He cautiously closed the door, and he crouched down along the corner, trying not to make any noise.

It's just that his burly figure looks a little funny hiding like this, of course, this man doesn't care.

During this period of escape, he deeply understood a truth.

After some time, when he realized that there was no danger, he pondered:

"This place is pretty good, why don't I go out after my junior brother and they finish slaying the dragon?"

However, this kind of luck didn't last long, and with a bang, a big hole was broken in the roof of the building where he was hiding!

A seven or eight meter-tall dragon man stone statue came with a sledgehammer.

"Damn, it's endless!"

Fingal rolled out of the collapsed room, then bent his elbows ninety degrees closer to his sides, and instantly switched to the correct running position of swinging his arms back and forth!

It was by this swinging arm that he crossed the layers of obstacles, whether it was the scythe outside world or the stone statues inside the building, all of them were left behind by him.

Sitting in front of the monitoring screen, Jiude Mai and Su Enxi gradually changed:

"No, he's sick, he doesn't sit on a good train, he has to race with the sickles outside!"

Convert to:

"I have to say that Lu Mingfei's junior brother of waste wood still has two brushes in running."

Rumbling footsteps rang out, and Fingal ran desperately in front, the dense stone statues chasing after him.

Because this movement is getting bigger and bigger, it also leads to more and more stone statues chasing in the rear.

"Yo, old man, are you playing with abstract art?"

As Fingal runs, he passes by a field shrouded in transparent film, and discovers that it is actually Henkel, the leader of the North American half-bloods, and his unsuccessful children.

"You ...... guy"

"I advise you to quickly find a way to escape from this formation."

Before Henkel could finish speaking, Fingal gagged him, and then ran forward without stopping.

Henkel glanced at the second cargo and the stone statue that had passed by them, closed his mouth decisively, turned his head and silently continued to decrypt with his own people.

Climb to the top of the mountain, stand in the square in front of the towering palace, take a look at the stone statues chasing after you, and then look at the 100-meter statues that have stepped on in the square.

Without hesitation, Fingal slammed open the heavy door with his burly body.

After not being able to hear the outside world, he leaned against the wall and gasped, but the next moment he froze.

Because now he saw a huge throne made of lava and mystical patterns, a man with a tall and sculptural face, an ancient and fiery golden pupil, and a majestic pressure as indestructible as mountains and seas!

With just one glance, Fingal knew which being sat in front of him, and only the king of the earth and the mountains would make him see people like mountains.

The next moment, as an old student who had repeated a grade in Kassel for many years, as the head of the Ministry of Information, and the forum deputy of the vice-chancellor Tutor Flamel, Fingal said with a resolute face:

"Your Majesty, I report! There was a group of people outside......"

But Fenrir, who was on the throne, did not follow his words, but spoke in an obscure and ancient voice:

"Why were you so nervous when you came in, was there anything outside the door?"

"On the other side of the door, it's the enemy!" Fingal said with a sad face.

"Forget it, I don't understand, let me ask you another question."

Fenrir still speaks the language that sounds ancient, but is actually Mandarin.

Fingal looked down and wondered if the dragon had learned the dialect somewhere.

"Here's the problem."

Fingal listened carefully.

"Which do you prefer, plain or barbecue?" The king's voice rang out.

The Fingal people are stupid.

Although there were some things he knew, what the hell the king of the earth and the mountains was asking!

"Is it hard?" Fenrir seemed a little angry, "One by one, I have to think about which flavor I like for a long time!" ”

The palace shook with his voice.

"I'll choose the original!" Fingal immediately smiled flatteringly.

"Oh." Fenrir reached behind the throne, pulled out a packet of plain potato chips and threw it in front of Fingal, then pointed to his left and back position, "You sit over there!" ”

"Thank you, Lord Longne!" Fingal held the potato chips carefully, his eyes were sinister, and he looked down and ran in the direction of Fenrir's finger.

At this time, he realized that there were already two people on the seat in this direction, and they were still two very beautiful women.

One is wearing a suit and skirt, the other is wearing white clothes, white pants and white high heels, all of them are slim, but one looks more stable and majestic, and the other looks elegant and noble.

After running out of Fenrir's sight, Fingal immediately straightened his body and became much more steady in his steps.

"Hello comrades!" Fingal waved as if he were leading an inspection.

"Don't pretend, we've seen your flattery." Nanami Sakurai said with a smile.

"Is that so?" Fingal scratched his head and snorted, "Let me introduce you, my name is Fingal von Frijns, and I'm the mission commissioner in Kassel this time. ”

"This type is actually Kassel? I thought the people in Kassel were the type to be reckless when they saw a dragon. Sakurai Nanami looked surprised, and at the same time she introduced herself, "Sakurai Nanami, the head of the Sakurai family of the Eight Snake Clans, the inspector of the Japanese branch. ”

Ryoma Xun on the side nodded to Fingal: "Ryoma family, Ryoma Xun." ”

"It turned out to be a member of the Eight Snake Qi families, and everyone is under the command of the secret party, please take care of it." Fingal arched his hand, "In fact, there are still most people in Cassel who are reckless when they see dragons, and I am just a student of Cassel. ”

"Besides, after eight years, no matter how hot the blood is, it will be cold." Fingal sat down and shook his head.

Although he didn't know what he meant, Ryoma chose to respect.

"Anyway, you came early, do you know what the situation is here, that, bah, what is Your Majesty going to do?"

Fingal glanced at Fenrir, who was sitting on the throne in front of him to the right, and asked the two in a whisper.

"I don't know, I haven't said anything since I gave us this packet of chips." Ryoma shook his head and pulled out a packet of plain potato chips from his arms.

To no avail, Fingal could only click on the chips and wait quietly for what would happen next.

Seeing that the two of them didn't eat, he simply asked for it together.

It didn't take long for another confusing question to be asked, and a handsome middle-aged man with glasses also walked over with a bag of potato chips.

"Hey~, is there anyone else besides me?"

Chen Yinian walked here and couldn't help but be a little surprised to see three people.

After seeing the face clearly, he said in a questioning tone:

"Master Sakurai, Fingal?"

"You are?" Fingal and Nanami Sakurai asked in the same confusion, looking like they were someone who knew them well.

"I am Chen Yinian of the Chen family, the second in line, and the second uncle of Chen Motong, and I have some transactions with the Eight Snake Qi families." Chen Yinian smiled and arched his hand.

"Are the mixed-race families in China also slipping to their knees so fast?" Fingal said with bad intentions.

As long as someone slips faster than him, then he is not the most humiliating.

"We have an old Chinese saying that Wei Junjie is a man who knows the times."

Chen Yinian answered Fingal's question in an ancient Chinese dialect.

Then he found a seat and sat down, and I have to say, the seating arrangement here is very strange.

Naturally, the half-breeds who come alone or some half-breed forces always have some heads.

For example, a person from Han Gao who had just come out of the formation, as an S-level half-blood, he led his seven young men to face Fenrir.

"Potato chips? I'm sorry, I'm too old to eat this. ”

Before Fingal could see clearly, Henkel instantly pulled out two revolvers from his waist.

Alchemy Wheel: Texas Dawn.

In the blink of an eye, there were ten bullets, and the arcane pattern rotated on top of the bullets, and the alchemy bonus brought by the alchemy wheel and the effect of his words and spirits were superimposed.

Alchemy bullets with unparalleled impact are fired at Fenrir on the throne from all directions, and these bullets can take out an A-rank Deadpool in a single shot at the auction.

And the dragon king on the throne didn't seem to know what was happening, and he reached out to grab it when the bullet reached in front of him.

But it was too late, except for one bullet that was caught in the palm of his hand, the other nine were hit in his arms, legs, and throat, and in an instant, nine blood holes appeared on him.

Henkel lifted his hat and continued to point his gun at Fenrir.

Sure enough, the dragon in human form was unable to resist this alchemy bullet.

He once asked an informant to investigate the resurgence of Konstantin in Kassel, when Konstantin was also in human form, but because his authority was bronze and fire, the bullet could not get close, and once it did, it would be melted by the heat.

But bullets are actually useful, as long as the dragons in human form do not grow scales, except for the bones, the skin is not as difficult to deal with as the dragons in the scaly state.

And Fenrir, apparently, has not entered the state of dragonization now.

This is the best time to kill the Dragon King!

"Am I hurt?"

Fenrir looked at the blood coming out of his arm, and he realized that it was similar to the shootout movie he had seen on TV, except that there was no pain.

"If you're hurt, it's time to fight back."

Before Henkel and the people behind him could react, Fenrir's tall figure appeared in front of them.

The alchemy bullets on his body continued to be discharged as he moved, and they fell to the ground one by one.

At the same time, the powerful whip leg was already whipped into Henkel's waist.

With a bang, Henkel himself shot like a meteor on the walls of the palace.

Then Fenrir turned his head to look at the seven men who had raised their weapons in terror and made various movements.

It can be seen that these people have strong fighting or killing skills, and each move is a killing move aimed at "people".

In the next second, Fenrir lowered his body and spun his legs in the manner of a martial artist, and the seven people around him instantly fell to the ground.

Then Fenrir stomped on the ground, and they were shaken high again.

Rotate 360 degrees on the spot and ascend the dragon fist infinitely.

The seven of them flew high in an instant, and as they flew up, Fenrir grabbed them with his hands in mid-air, lined them up and threw them in front of Henkel, stacking them into a stack.

Obviously, he didn't do anything to kill him, but he was experimenting with this body with great interest, and he felt that although this body needed concentration to control, it was not as dexterous as his own body.

Fingal looked at the crowd smashed in front of him, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

"When you're old, don't work so hard, and now I'll teach you ......"

As Fenrir walked with the majestic steps of a king, and wanted to continue his move, he heard Henkel shout in an old and hoarse voice:

"I love plain potato chips!"

Fenrir stopped instantly, he glanced at everyone with his ancient and fiery golden eyes, and spoke in a deep voice:

"You said it earlier."

After saying that, he sat back as if he had forgotten the unpleasantness just now, and threw eight bags of potato chips over by the way.

It's just that there are other flavors mixed in it.

"I just finished eating the original flavor, and you can barely eat the rest." The monarch said.

After a while, Henkel, who had barely recovered, sat down in his seat with a few people with blue noses and swollen faces.

"Leader of the North American half-bloods, is it really good to sit here, and why do I always feel a sense of disobedience to the enemy here?" Chen Yinian was a little embarrassed on the side.

I always feel that these leaders of various forces have all succumbed to Long Wei.

"Actually, it's mainly his weird behavior, which makes us not understand the situation at all, and it feels like Fenrir is not at all like the dragon we used to know."

Ryoma Xun talked about her own discovery of why everyone felt that this matter was so inconsistent.

Because this dragon didn't come up to fight and kill directly, or directly make you surrender or something, but just let you sit here obediently, and give everyone snacks.

And she didn't think that if there were really enough people, these people sitting here would really be as peaceful as they are now.

After all, dragons must be slaughtered.

"Thirty minutes to go." Fenrir looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall, his eyes unblinking.

Bang!

A loud crash sounded in the gates of the palace.

At the same time, a skull several meters tall smashed in with a scorching flame color.

It was the head of the hundred-meter statue that the outside world had forced everyone in, and at this moment it was like a flaming meteor melting the gate and melting the ground on both sides of the aisle.

Perfectly angled, perfectly arced, it was artificially controlled and shot at Fenrir in the center of the throne.

Chu Zihang landed, stood up straight suddenly, and looked at the throne in the center with scorching golden pupils.

Fenrir couldn't dodge for a moment, he could only hold his head tightly with his arms, like a beaten child using his arms to fend off the flame star that was larger than his body.