Orichalcum is Oreha steel, a fantasy metal in Greek mythology.

Legend has it that armor made of oralmoru could not penetrate even the thunder and lightning of Zeus, the king of the gods.

In Plato's Critian Chapter, which describes the great lost civilization of Atlantis, it is mentioned that the first two of the three facades of Atlantis Poseidon are covered with brass and tin, while the third is surrounded by "glandalcoses that shimmer red."

And in the center of the temple, protected by three outer walls, stands a pillar, also made of orichalcosm alone, on which is inscribed the law of Poseidon and the record of Poseidon's first son.

It can be used by ancient civilizations as the final line of defense, and the defensive power of oyalcum is even more imaginable.

And now, Orichalcum has indeed shown the defensive power that mythical metal should have.

In the field of alchemy, the copper shield stubbornly blocked Mr. McDonald's attack.

Thakar's "human ball" quickly bounced on the top of Mr. McDonald's head, and his limbs spread out instantly, and the gemstone scimitar that shimmered with an ominous red light slashed head.

"Oh!"

Mr. McDonald rolled on the ground in some confusion and dodged the thunderous blow.

The scimitar slashed into the ground, and the entire floor was blown away by the force.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous."

He patted his chest and said, but there was no hint of panic in his tone.

"I like to fly so much, I'll help you fly higher."

Mr. McDonald laughed.

A short dragon text came out of his comical mouth, and he reached out and pointed, and a tornado rose flat on the ground.

The Spirit of Words: The Eyes of the Wind King.

Releasing this spirit on a calm lake, sea, or open area will give better results, but it will also cause astonishing damage in a narrow enclosed space, only it will decay more quickly.

Takar, who had just landed, was swept up by a tornado and pushed to the ceiling of the main hall like a hydrogen balloon that had been released.

"POSS is good."

Mr. McDonald was critical of his posture.

"It's just a little ugly, and now the appearance of the half-breed needs to be improved."

He shook his head again, and made a distressed gesture.

In fact, Takar's appearance is not ugly at all, and he is even very handsome, even if he goes to a mythological drama to play Shiva, it is more than enough.

Otherwise, she would not have been favored by the daughter of the sect leader, and she would fly on the branch and become a phoenix.

But Mr. McDonald said he was ugly, and that was ugly.

In the world of dragons, strong is beautiful, and weak is ugly.

Ugly people, of course, have to cover their faces, so as not to dirty the eyes of the strong.

The ceiling of the stone walls rose rapidly, and the solid rock was shaped like dirt, turning into four palms that firmly grasped Takar's limbs.

And the other, even more huge palm, gently covered his face, like a woman who has revealed her adultery and is unwilling to give up her old love, ready to let her husband die without pain in suffocation.

Takar's chest heaved rapidly, and he struggled hard, but he couldn't break free from the elemental-strengthened stone prison.

Seeing that he was about to die of lack of oxygen, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

The Eye of Destruction on his forehead erupted with a dazzling light, and black flames burned the huge stone hand to ashes.

Shiva's karmic fire.

This is a high-risk spirit that is not recorded on the periodic table, as it is only passed down by word of mouth among the upper echelons of Hindu spiritual monasteries.

Shiva's third eye erupted with a fire of destruction that burned everything, and even the goddess of love was burned to the ground by this karmic fire.

No one can resist such a flame, and even the world's highest known substance, hafnium pentacarbide tetratantalum (melting point 4215 °C), will be burned into nothingness.

Thakar's third eye turned left and right, destroying the stone hands that trapped his limbs.

And his gaze turned to his body, and even the invisible tornado was shattered by the fire of the world.

Just as Takar was about to fall, he kicked the stone wall with a kick, and the reaction force drove him towards McDonald's.

This time, nothing could stop him from beheading the man in his way.

"Didn't anyone tell you that the same moves didn't work against Saint Seiya?"

Mr. McDonald's said.

Then, he reached out and shook it.

The rocks that had evolved over eons of time cheered for the monarch of the earth, and the uplifted rocks coalesced in his hands into branching alien weapons.

Its surface was a radiating spike of rock, a ten-meter-long Scythe of Death.

But this was not the end, the invisible realm of words and spirits unfolded, and the gray rock quickly crystallized, turning into translucent obsidian.

"Whew!"

Mr. McDonald wiped his forehead, and the paint was rubbed off by his hands and sweat, revealing the white skin that covered him.

"Ah, dew. Forget it, no one saw it anyway. ”

Because Takar will soon be a dead man.

The giant Reaper's scythe swung at Takar in the air like a fly swatting a fly.

The flames of extinction burned again, but the crystallized rocks continued to repair the burned voids.

While the rate of destruction is faster than growth, the ten-meter-long Reaper's Scythe is enough to split Takal in half before he reaches range.

Despair arose, and he didn't know how to win in the face of such a god-like power.

Even Shiva's karmic fire, which is the trump card, is in vain in the face of endless means on the opposite side.

"Is this the price of ungodliness?"

Takar couldn't help but doubt in his heart.

It was his countless false prayers to the great god that ushered in today's evil retribution.

And this powerful mysterious person in front of him is a divine envoy sent by the great god to judge his sinful karma.

"No, I don't believe it. No one can judge me, go to your horse the Great Brahma! ”

The tenacity of Dalit awakens Thakar's fighting spirit, and even if he can't become a Brahmin, he can't die quietly here.

The wide robe on his body was torn by sharp scales, and his already strong body swelled even more, and the blue-gray scales pressed against the surface of his skin one by one, as if he was breathing.

The muscles and bones of Takar's face were rapidly deformed, his handsome face became extremely ugly, and two thick bone spurs grew from his head and pierced his flesh, but he felt no pain.

Because the dragon's blood in his body is cheering and celebrating.

The rebel of the gods, the Asura has reappeared in the world!

"Gan, you dare to use this kind of technology, I'm really not afraid of death."

Mr. McDonald couldn't help but sigh.

He could see at a glance the essence of Thakar's transformation, a bloodline enhancement technique that was even more extreme than Violent Blood.

Unlike the gradual erosion of violent blood, once the Asura Wrath is used, the user will inevitably fall into the Asura Path and self-destruct.

The originally slow-burning Shiva karmic fire, like adding ten tons of accelerant, instantly expanded into a boundless sea of fire, burning the scythe of death to ashes.

And Mr. McDonald is also shrouded in fire, and the same fate will be ushered in in the next second.

"I said, don't you consider being a person in the exam?"

Faced with death, Mr. McDonald said with a smile.

(End of chapter)