Chu Zihang calmly took out the emergency medical kit from his arms and completed the hemostatic measures for his left arm.

Fortunately, it was an armor-piercing bullet that shot directly through his muscles and nailed under the car.

In the state of boiling dragon blood, his sense of pain was weakened, and with the strong will he had trained, his spirit was not affected much.

As for the abrasions on his neck, Chu Zihang didn't bother to care about it.

With the restoring power of the A-class bloodline, it will quickly bleed on its own.

It was only a centimeter away from the bullet that would have burst his carotid artery.

But since he's still alive, it's just a minor issue.

"Are you alright?"

Fingal asked.

"It's fine."

Chu Zihang shook his head.

"I'll go out and attract firepower, and you guys will take the opportunity to fight back."

Fingal said.

"Understood."

He and Yuan Zhinu answered at the same time.

The obscure dragon text sounded, and Fingal unleashed the spirit of words with all his might.

He was bronze from head to tail, with cloud-like writing appearing on his body, and his hair standing on end from hardening.

Fingal's standard Caucasian face aside, he is now exactly the same as the Taoist protector Vajra.

He slammed the car door and got out.

The bullets chased after them like Indian bees chasing dung, and the metal of reality collided with the golden body of the spirit of speech, blooming countless tiny sparks.

"It's better than the masseur invited by my junior brother."

Fingal said through gritted teeth.

Fortunately, there is a carapace armor to protect half of the body, otherwise the bones can withstand such an impact, and the internal organs can't stand it.

"It's okay, Uncle Fen, I'm hard."

He was talking to himself as he raised his gun and fought back.

The armor-piercing revolver and the exploding revolver fired at the same time, instantly blowing off the heads of four half-bloods.

Although it can't be emptied in an instant like Lu Mingfei, it can still be done with four kills in an instant.

The death of his companion seemed to infuriate the unidentified foe, the bullets came even harder, and the Cherokee raised the bazooka and howitzer again.

However, this time they will not be allowed to sing a one-man show.

The silent heavy machine gun spoke again, singing a death rap from hell.

The chain of 14.5 mm anti-tank armor-piercing shells shredded everything in its path like a long whip.

Whether it is a dragonized hybrid, or a modified bulletproof body, it has become a paper tiger in front of the characteristic caliber of the Soviets.

Before they could be fired, the bazooka and grenade were detonated in the compartment, turning two Cherokees into recyclable garbage.

"Dragonization."

With his amazing eyesight, Chu Zihang saw the scene of those enemies transforming.

Now the identities of these enemies are finally clear.

"It turned out to be an old friend."

Fingal looked relieved and sent .60 caliber condolences to these old friends who had been reunited.

Despite Fingal's left and right shots, and Gen Girl's sniper rifle steadily harvesting the lives of the fierce ghosts, the situation is still developing in their favor.

Because Chu Zihang was injured, although he endured the pain and blood loss with great perseverance and continued to fire, the accuracy inevitably decreased.

Without the fire of the heavy machine guns, the fierce ghosts who had been beaten to the point stood up again, and the warheads of rockets stuck out of the windows of the Cherokee.

"Fingal, cover me!"

Chu Zihang let out a loud shout, and pale golden scales formed on his body, and cyan and red blood vessels bulged on the surface of his skin like earthworms.

The arm that had been pierced was forcibly closed by the power of the dragon's blood, and it was almost impossible to see that it had been injured.

"Senior Brother Chu, you"

Fingal's expression was unprecedentedly serious, because he knew what power Chu Zihang was using.

Half-breeds are humans with dragon blood, whether they are biased towards dragons or humans, they are determined to strengthen their dragon bloodline.

The former wants to turn himself into a dragon, and the latter wants to have more power to kill the dragon.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a forbidden technique called "Path of the Gods" that could turn a half-breed into a true pure-blood dragon.

This technique has long been lost, but the few words that remain are treasured by various half-breed forces, and have evolved into different bloodline purification techniques.

Kassel also has this technology, which is called "Blood".

After the release of the bloodstorm, the dragon genes will also become more active, and the various hidden traits belonging to the dragon in the body will be activated, and the strength will be greatly improved.

But the price of Bloodstream is just as terrible, every time you use Blood, the proportion of dragon blood in your body will increase irreversibly, until the proportion of Dragon's Blood is too high and you lose consciousness and become Deadpool.

This technology was hidden in the library of the Lionheart Society, and after reading the information of the Nibelungen and Odin that day, Chu Zihang also picked out some classics that he was interested in to read, and then discovered this technology.

Lu Mingfei forbade him to use and spread the Violent Blood Technique, but due to limited technology, there was no way to delete his memories.

"If you can't decide whether or not to use it, seek the Emperor's guidance."

In front of the Emperor's Statue, Lu Mingfei said.

"Emperor, tell me if my actions are loyal?"

Chu Zihang prayed in his heart as he rushed forward.

Golden points of light traveled through his blood, and the scales were trimmed with gold wherever he passed.

Chu Zihang saw the changes in his body, and heartfelt joy rose in his heart.

"Obey the emperor's orders!"

He wields his heavy machine gun like a toy, and the metal storm shatters everything he aims at.

"Senior brother's violent blood, something is wrong."

Fingal was a little confused.

The higher the bloodline, the stronger the reaction of the hybrid after using the violent blood, with Chu Zihang's bloodline, he now does not say that he will grow dragon wings and dragon tails, at least he will have bone protrusions on his face, and his hands will also turn into iron-blue claws.

And judging from his performance, the strength bonus is a bit less.

Fingal certainly couldn't guess why, because he didn't know the workings of the blood.

The essence of violent blood is not to strengthen the genes of the dragons, but to deliberately weaken the genes of humans with will.

However, Chu Zihang's human will was too strong, and he was protected by the emperor's might, so even if he forcibly used violent blood, he could not achieve normal results.

But this is also a good thing, Lu Mingfei doesn't want to wake up and become an alien as the deputy head he prescribed.

Doubts to doubts, Fingal's movements did not hesitate, and immediately rushed to Chu Zihang and blocked those bullets and words for him.

Behind him, Chu Zihang opened his mouth and began to chant Long Wen.

In the Bloody state, his chanting speed is greatly increased.

The Monarch of Fire was ordering his soldiers to assemble, and the free fire elementals in the air all joined the revelry.

The air around Chu Zihang quickly warmed up to a temperature high enough to boil boiling water, and Fingal felt the burning sensation through the bronze armor.

At this moment, he could only pray that Chu Zihang would be careful when he threw it, and not burn him too.

"Broken!"

The final dragon text is pronounced in a very short period of time, converging into a syllable similar to Chinese.

The heat first collapsed into a single point, and then exploded in all directions.

After being in a state of violent blood, Chu Zihang could slightly control the location where the fire elements gathered, killing and injuring as many enemies as possible.

Like the strong light produced by the simultaneous explosion of several napalms, it illuminated the originally silent night sky.

The flames produced by the fire elemental and the detonation of gunpowder produced a chain reaction, and in an instant, the temperature of several thousand degrees broke through the melting point of steel, melting the Cherokee and the fierce demons inside into a red-glowing liquid.

Chu Zihang fell to one knee and coughed dryly, boiling blood dripping to the ground, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke.

Even if it is a normal violent blood, using such a power is a great burden, not to mention that he is only half-violent blood now.

If it weren't for the protection of the Emperor's might, the blood in his whole body would have been burned dry by the anti-devouring fire element.

Fingal grabbed him and casually dusted off several embedded warheads from his body.

"Are you alright?"

He asked with concern.

"Can't die, are there still enemies?"

Chu Zihang asked, his eyes were dry from the burning of the fire element, and he couldn't see the situation on the battlefield clearly.

"There's no one left, and you've burned them all to ashes."

Fingal said with a shrug.

"Don't let your guard down, the enemy may still have a backhand."

Chu Zihang breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still very cautious.

"Understood"

Fingal was just about to help him into the car when the sound of a propeller spinning rapidly could be heard in the sky.

The enemy's rear hand has arrived.

An AH-1 helicopter gunship hovered in the sky at an altitude of at least about 1,500 meters.

In the dark of the moon, it is difficult for even a half-breed to see the location of the helicopter.

Moreover, the other party wittily did not turn on the lights, and the windows were also one-way transparent, even the light of the instruments in the cab could not be seen.

Again, even the AH-1's own M197 Gatling cannon could not be effective at such a distance.

However, the other side did not think of using the weapons of the gunship itself.

In the enclosed helicopter cabin, a man in a white kimono is closing his eyes.

Her body was visibly dragonized, and the cyan scales almost enveloped her entirely.

It can only be judged by the contours of her body and the length of her hair that she should be a woman.

Sharp bumps pierced his skin and grew to the outside of his forehead, like the horns of a legendary dragon.

A delicate mist of blood wafted out of the gaps in the scales, making her look both eerie and flamboyant.

When the long dragon text finally came to an end, the woman stretched out her hands, and a snowflake fell into her cyan claws.

Outside the gunship, the abundant moisture in the air quickly condensed into ice, and was molded into the shape of a sharp blade by the will of the Word Releaser.

The woman let go of her hands, and the snowflakes fell.

And the Ice Blade also fell from a height of 1,500 meters, turning into a sword of heavenly punishment, slashing towards Alpha, who was already riddled with holes.

(End of chapter)