Within the Arctic Circle, a Type 945

The "Serra" class nuclear submarine galloped into the distance at the maximum speed of 19 knots on the water, and the black-haired and golden-eyed teenager leaned on the railing of the platform, enjoying with great interest the wonders of opening the world.

No one knows why at this time, there will be a Russian third-generation strategic nuclear submarine in the Arctic Circle that is not recorded in the file, after the fall of the red solemn giant, the Russian Navy, which has nearly 300 submarines, has become one of the fattest fresh meat when the jackal is divided, whether it is strategic strike capability or conventional assault capability, it is enough to compete with the US military at that time The submarine force withered in a short period of time, and a large number of submarines were decommissioned and disappeared into the dust of history.

From the Laurent Syndicate across Europe, to Gattuso in control of Italy, to the mysterious boss, many half-breed forces have unknown military power in their hands, and every year a large amount of money flows into the mouths of these gold-swallowing war machines, and no one finds out after being booked by professional accountants.

The 100-meter-long body of this submarine houses a whole team of well-trained navies, whose identities and names have been forgotten by the world, and a boss has taken over their lives for the rest of their lives

The "place of execution" sailed away. The fear in the hearts of these people has been worn away by the shock after shock, and the Russian men, who are already rough, prefer to drown themselves in vodka rather than indulge in fear.

Behind the submarine, the roar of the whale and the hiss of the serpent reached the ears of the boys on the platform.

Leviathan slammed into the long black serpent in a fit of rage, the flesh of the majesty of the flesh had no effect on the soft serpent's body, and the black serpent spat out letters, the expression on his face as if mocking the whale's clumsiness.

The black river stood in front of the Leviathan, swimming between the ice floes and the water. The two giant creatures silently confronted each other, not fighting decisively, with menacing roars and hissing alternating sounds, but no matter which side did not move, they were close to the ultimate creatures, the dragons fought endlessly, and now was not the time to make a move.

As expected, there was another change on the chessboard, and a sneer tugged at the corner of the boy's mouth. He had always been a madman who dared to gamble, and it was common for him to bet heavily on the bullish side, and it was rare for an old man to make a serious request.

There's no way not to agree, and I have to worry about the future life of that unlucky brother. What if you lose?

He was sure he had the biggest ghost card in his hand. So the rats who hide their heads and tails, do you follow or not?

The miracle that lasted for tens of seconds in the air slowly subsided. In the aftermath of the Ultimate Speech Spirit and the Ten Thousand Year Curse, the dense dark clouds broke through a large hole, and the black spear avoided the golden flames in the bone dragon remains, shattering Chen Mo's refined dragon bone, and slammed into the middle of the White King's chest, piercing through the ganglia located in the dragon's crest vertebrae.

Two dragons, pierced by the same spear, fell towards the surface of the sea, like fairy-tale meteors, with colorful streamers.

Before they could touch the surface of the sea, Chen Mo unleashed a huge spirit of words against the suppression of the Black King, and several kilometers of the sea surface were shrouded in it, and the sea water in the field quickly condensed, and the half-bloods who lost consciousness in the sea water under the ice floe were sealed into the ice wither.

Of course, he knew that there were people there, but he didn't care, the transformation of the spirit, the power over the world, these things brought more than just power.

But the irony is that for Chen Mo, even before he defected, he would be just as decisive in the face of this situation.

In hundreds of collisions with the White King, he firmly controlled the battlefield at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the battlefield of the Dragon King is a forbidden area that is difficult to reach by ordinary hybrids, the sword light of the weapon, the high-level speech spirit flying sideways, and the sonic boom that sweeps the sky, these are unhindered to the dragon body

"Little things" can even threaten the lives of those who used to be comrades, for which he was slashed by Tian Congyun more than two swords that did not threaten his life.

But these are two different things. The stimulated cursed black qi surged violently, and the biting coldness and distorted pain poured into the spirits of Chen Mo and the White King, and while the flames were dark in the eyes of the bone dragon, decay and weakness surrounded the pale throne.

The meteor fell. The power of the gods tore through the cold in an instant

"Earth", scalp-tingling cobwebs filled the ice, and the roar was loud enough to burst the eardrums.

The cold ice condensed by the spirit of words made a crackling sound like a bamboo tube pouring beans, but the remaining power of the spirit continued to re-solidify the ice, the membranous wings behind the bone dragon opened, and the storm howled behind her, and the compressed wind element continued to push the withered skeleton, using the flesh and blood of the white king as a buffer to hit the ice.

Behind the White King was Chen Mo's spiritual power, and in front of him was a hideous keel, and she was sandwiched in the middle and injured on both sides.

Chen Mo had already let go of the bone claw holding the eight-sided Han sword, grasped the black spear tightly with both hands, and the huge force poured out, his own skeleton became a fulcrum, and with the cracks on the ice and the keel at the same time, the life flame of the mortal enemy was like a candle in the wind.

The flesh and blood on the white king's body squirmed as much as they could, hoping to intertwine with each other and mend the remnants, at this time the black flame on the spear had been completely extinguished, but there was still a condensed mist around him, these black mist suppressed the white king's spirit and flesh, not to mention the spirit of words, the self-healing ability of the dragon body was suppressed to the minimum.

The scorching lava-like blood and the cold air exchanged each other's temperatures, and the White King's body became colder and colder, and the strange runes grew rapidly with the piercing wound as the core, and soon covered the entire body of the White King.

Chen Mo tore the black spear to the left, the lines of the bone on the left side of his chest cavity crept down under his control, easily shattered, he stood up, lowered his head and looked at the white king who was nailed to the ice.

The black shadow faded from the top of the spear, revealing a distinct bronze texture, and the fading shadow formed eight pure black chains, which passed through hundreds of meters of ice like a fast thorn tofu, connecting to the abyss at the bottom of the sea.

"You're going to die." Chen Mo said calmly.

"I didn't expect the release of the Divine Silence to be interrupted by you," the White King's voice revealed the weakness of the Sunset, "Otherwise, Your Majesty's curse will be blocked by me." ”

"You shouldn't use this spirit, the only thing I have to return the authority is missing about it, which was originally used to resist your spiritual invasion."

"But you shouldn't have mastered them so quickly." She smiled self-deprecatingly, "Do you know why you are so attractive to my embryos?" ”

"Tell me about it."

"Your soul is indeed very similar to humans, I don't mean those blood stealers, it was a human from a long time ago, but after all, it is only 'very similar', there is an aura outside the rules in you." The White King grinned humanely.

"Rules?" Chen Mo chewed on the word repeatedly.

"Everything in the world is in its rules, and you should have discovered it more or less after taking my authority." Chen Mo's spirit subconsciously frowned, in his self-perception, his image was still a human being, outside the rules?

He wasn't from this world at all, so it was the soul of the traverser who brought something outside the rules?

He waited for the White King's next words while thinking, but no words came out for a long time, and the rebellious Dragon King's face was full of sarcasm.

How can you expect intelligence from an enemy you killed? Chen Mo nodded calmly, and brought a knife in the next sentence.

"This scene should be familiar to you, the same as when you died." The white Wang looked at Chen Mo fixedly for a while, then turned his head to avoid answering: "What are you going to do next?" Eat me as you said before? ”

"You're not dead yet." The body of the bone dragon crouched down, and the terrifying skull was close to the head of the white king: "If I eat you now, will it be you or me in the last dragon body, do you know?" ”

"I don't know."

"I don't know, so it's not the time yet."

"I carried it for 600 years."

"Now you can't carry it for six hours." Chen Mo looked down at her indifferently, the royal domain blocked all the spirits around him, without the support of the elements, there was no possibility for the spirit to be activated, as for the healing of the dragon body itself?

He drew his sword and stabbed it in the same spot, the sprouts cut in half.

"But you can't wait even six minutes now." Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, as if she had suddenly discovered something, and her words were full of schadenfreude.

At the same time, Chen Mo sensed that something was coming, there was no sound, no omen, but the dazzling fire generated by the friction with the atmosphere exposed it, it was obscured by the light of day, but the surging fire element was difficult to hide.

Chen Mo looked up, and six parallel fire meteors pierced the sky, falling straight towards the top of his head with extreme malice.

Fall towards the heads of the half-bloods of Camp Laurent and the palace under the ice. In an instant, the bloodlust and rage in the depths of the half-dragon's soul almost consumed his reason.

Damnation. Six pointed rods of tungsten uranium alloy were thrown at the target at an initial velocity of eleven kilometers per second, and in a few hundred seconds, they fell from the sky to the earth from thousands of kilometers, and the kinetic energy power reached the limit that human beings could never bear, and even the dragon king could not survive hitting the core, Gattuso's ultimate weapon.

Chen Mo once thought it was a joke, in that book, if there was no other dragon king to restrain him, he would have become by virtue of the holy remains

The doctor of the "Pseudo-White King" is never likely to be hit, and when he completes a certain sense of sublimation, he despises the metal rods thrown from the sky, and at the beginning of being targeted, the sublimated spirit will give a warning of danger perception, which may be called

"The Dragon King is a spirit". But this direct concept thing has been deceived. I have been deceived by the extreme malice of human beings.

The God's Scepter was never aimed at him, even if the curse fell on his head, from the moment he sensed the metal rod, with the skeleton of the spirit and alchemy, he could easily avoid the center of the blow, and the impact caused by the slightly farther aftermath was not even comparable to a head-on collision with the White King.

But the half-bloods who wield a little bit of power are facing death even in the face of the aftermath. Even a half-blood monarch like Fingal would not be able to face the majesty of a space-based weapon, not to mention that he was at the center of the blow, and everything there would be insulated from life after a hit.

"You're gobby." The quintessence of the country involuntarily emerged from the mouth of Chen Mo, who had always been gentle and elegant.

That's Gattuso's weapon, these people are limited by their own paper contract, but whether it's a half-breed or a human, isn't what they're best at exploiting loopholes?

The patriarchs of the cemetery really valued Caesar's life, and in order to avoid the punishment of the contract, they turned their guns on their compatriots.

What Chen Mo didn't know was that outside the North Pole, the family master even gave this heavenly penalty a layer of insurance, and the person who pressed the start switch was even Ange, who was the opposite of their family.

And the spiral instrument inside the damnation navigates, the tail ...... Everything is under Gattuso's control, except for the transmitter switch.

Tianyan and Wang Yu helped Chen Mo complete the greetings to the eighteen generations of the entire Gattuso clan and the judgment and thinking of the situation in a matter of tenths of a second, and the final result was cold and ruthless.

He couldn't even rush to the palace under the ice before the damnation fell, the bone dragon needed time to accelerate, the acceleration spirit of the wind system and the moment could not be stacked, and the invisible rule was the shackles that the dragon king had to carry.

Many years ago, at night, he used to nest in the quilt, intently watching the young man who was in the nest, holding a quarter of his priceless life, picking and searching, until the tragedy happened and nothing could change it, so that he could ruthlessly roar to the world.

What a wretch. So day after day, he studied the alchemy, which was extremely boring at the beginning, to hide everything in his heart, to use the same secret tricks as the doctor to seize power and power, and to ignore the lives of the three or two half-bloods under the sea of ice, just to trample this damn thing under his feet when fate comes.

But the day came so fast that he couldn't even grasp what he needed. The decrepit boy used to think about Cao Cao's good horse

"Absolute Shadow", so fast that even the shadow can't catch up with him, his body is as bright as the sun, and he always runs under the sun, but then he understands that no matter what, he can't run the destined fate.

Chen Mo's dragon bone body is the best alchemy in the world, and the living spirits in it are close to the great gods, but he can't escape the judgment of fate, just like the Norse gods can't escape the twilight of the end.

The world turned gray and white, the alchemy skeleton and the crucified dragon body were still, and the only color left was a man with black hair and black eyes, and a pure white dragon surrounded by black shadows on the side, which were spirits, and apart from them, the only thing that was still moving slowly was the fire from God.

Resilient spirits communicate with each other through thought acceleration.

"Let me eat you." Chen Mo said slowly. The pure white dragon did not respond.

"I said, let me eat you." Chen Mo's tone became more and more cold, and the meaning of threat was extremely strong,

"Haven't you been waiting for this? Waiting for me to eat you in desperation, and make me a dragon through spiritual erosion, or even the next white king, you don't have the will to live in your eyes, which is extremely sad for that dragon servant. ”

"But why can't I change my mind now?" The words in the White King's mouth were also indifferent to the extreme, with the playfulness and cruelty of a king: "After all those people die, you may directly become a real dragon." She looked at the pale scales that gradually grew from Chen Mo's humanoid spirit body, and she didn't hesitate to punish her heart.

"Maybe." Chen Mo stared at the Divine Damnation slowly descending at an extremely slow speed in the distance, the violence in his eyes erupted, and in all the static worlds, the speed of the Heavenly Damnation made it the only moving object.

"After that, I will eat when your spirit is at its weakest, become the true White King, and then kill all the dragons and eggs that exist in the world, maybe I am no match for the Black Emperor who is destined to return, but if all the subjects die completely, can she still be called the Emperor?"

"Or maybe I can pull that emperor as a backdrop." He turned his head to the dragon and said, "This is my threat. "I'm not like some lucky people who only have one life to sell, and they sell it to enemies who don't want to kill them all the time.

Chen Mo walked in front of the dragon step by step, and the dragon form disintegrated into a pure white light, enveloping the black-haired man.

Fingal lay on the ruins of the Dragon's Tomb, staring bitterly at the approaching firelight, his eyes empty.

The half-blood monarch is not able to withstand the onslaught of a nuclear bomb. Until the left corner of his gaze, a white point of light flashed at the skyline.

The flames in the skeleton have tended to be pure white, flesh grows in the scorching, and dragon scales are draped. Surpass the speed of the Bone Dragon and the White King.

The polar sun shone on the skeleton and flesh and blood, as if the monster between life and death, and even the shadow cast on the ice sea could not be seen.

She's too fast. Maybe you can live your predestined fate quickly.