C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons

Fingal brushed his tousled blond hair, panting to wipe the sweat from his face with a long towel.

Lu Mingfei, who was on the side, was still pulling up with one hand, and his sweat-soaked sportswear outlined his explosive muscle lines.

Fingal was heartbroken. When he was ordered to monitor Lu Mingfei, he heard that this guy was a game nerd, how easy it was to play games with him.

Now he has to accompany him to exercise every day, the difficulty of hiding his strength has increased exponentially, and his happiness has shrunk significantly.

"Junior brother, you continue, I have to take a break."

When Fingal saw the invitation from the new hunter.com, he was full of doubts. Is he exposed?

In fact, he would have intervened in this war. After a brief communication with the old Henkel, Fingal decided to use the Mr. KFC skin to appear again.

The Henkel family has a basis for cooperation with the Samaritans, they are very profitable and they follow the rules. In contrast, Hunter.com's actions this time are completely unruly, and the motives are even more complicated.

It is not difficult for them to choose which side to stand on.

Fingal was about to slip away alone, but was stopped by Lu Mingfei.

"Senior Brother Fen, where are you going? It's only been half an hour of exercise."

"Haha, what, isn't there a lively fight outside? The news department wants to report on the scene of the exchange of fire."

The defeated dog touched the back of his head and made up a random sentence.

"Then let me go together, maybe I can help."

Lu Mingfei landed steadily. Brother Luo didn't ask him to help in this matter, and he felt strange in his heart.

With Lu Mingfei's training results and special regeneration ability, he doesn't need the little devil to hang up, and his current combat effectiveness is no less than that of an ordinary A-level commissioner.

Fingal waved his hand hurriedly and prevaricates.

If you come together, how can I easily hang up? Further, if you know that I know you can hang up, how can the character of the ignorant and useless senior brother still stand up in the future?

......

"Sir, are you sure you want to register as a hunter now?"

The receptionist sat in the confession room and looked at the unshaven young German man doubtfully through the bars. Does he not know the situation at all?

This chapel focal point is located near the Lincoln Monument, and the exterior has not changed much, but the interior structure has been completely renovated and strengthened. Even the stained glass behind the statue of the Virgin is made of double-layer special glass with colorful stickers.

Inside the wooden outer wall of the confession room is a ten-centimeter-thick metal partition. The front desk usually completes the transaction with the hunters across the iron net used to cover the face of the confessor, and there is a secret passage under the foot for running.

"I heard that you are certified as an A-level hunter today, and there is a cash subsidy of 200,000?"

Fingel asked excitedly.

"Yes."

"Of course you have to register, hurry up."

The camera turned to Fingal's face and scanned it into the file.

"Sir, your information... has been recorded in the archives, and can be certified as an A-level hunter at any time. Please enter your own hunter nickname."

The front desk couldn't help looking at Fingal through the gap, just him?

"Well, Dragon Slayer of Flame."

While helping Fingal complete the certification, the front desk was embarrassed.

After the registration was completed, the next second after the account received 200,000, an iron hand pierced the grid and knocked the front desk unconscious.

The last picture returned by the surveillance was a burly and fuzzy figure that shattered the head of the plaster statue with one punch. I don't know how Fingel found out that the camera was hidden here.

The plan to try to spy on the secret of Senior Brother Waste Chai failed again. Luo Yin's evaluation of Fingal increased again.

The Henkel family's intelligence capabilities are extremely strong, and Fingal still decided to go to the meeting alone, indicating that he has absolute confidence in his own strength. In addition to the bronze throne and the blood burst, his cards also have things that the system can't detect.

"There's another one here, hurry up and clean it up."

The slender man stepped into the church door, the scarlet tattered dress wrapped around his body, as if growing into one with the skin.

He came with an army of thousands of horses, and more than a thousand untraceable hums shook the air at the same time. These thin, bloodthirsty little cuties just sang all the gunmen in ambush outside the church at the same time.

Hundreds of similar imitations made of thin metal sheets are mixed in the illusory blood-sucking sickle itachi group. Fingal, who had horns on his head, looked around, but could not find the position of the second person.

"Who is coming? I am the dragon slayer of flames, and I will not slay unknown people under the sword."

"Insanity. Cut him!"

The moment the man gave the order, thousands of blood-sucking sickles were divided into three branches, the left, the middle, and the right.

A fist the size of a stone mill, wrapped in a viscous flame like black and red lava, burned and crushed all the blood-sucking scythes, and smeared his face with one blow.

"Gorgeous."

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Another stronghold on the outskirts of Chicago, the ghost group and the hunters are nervously guarding the third floor of an office building.

They have emptied the building of other irrelevant people, fully armed, waiting for all possible raids. All those who insist on staying today will receive a large and substantial bonus afterwards.

They have just easily dealt with a group of stunned hunters who came for a reward.

Arrange traps on the periphery in advance, drop metal viruses to destroy guns, throw flash bombs and noise bombs, and then cover and shoot, the combat process is easy and freehand.

There was news from the commander that all other major strongholds in Chicago are currently safe, and the enemy has been successfully repelled or killed.

drop!

Multiple speech spirit detectors on the floor suddenly alarmed at the same time, and the sound was extremely sharp.

Several people released their words near the office building at the same time, but there was nothing in the monitoring. They didn't see any attackers.

After many improvements, the detector basically gave up the weak speech spirit suppression effect, and enriched other functions.

Under the frightened eyes of dozens of people, the strength of the word spirit estimated by the detector has climbed to 4.0. As for the strength of level 3.0, you can probably refer to Jun Yan.

This means that one or more supernormal speech spirits are about to erupt near the office building, and they don't even see the shadow of the enemy.

"What is the taste?"

The commander smelled a strange smell in the air, and the hairs on the surface of the skin stood up. This smell is ozone.

"withdraw......"

boom!

Three blue-white lightning bolts pierced through the air continuously, pierced through the insulating cloth in the interlayer of the combat uniform, and formed a deadly chain with the hearts of everyone as the anchor point. Each lightning bolt lasted only about a thousandth of a second, but it had already carbonized everyone's hearts at the same time.

The electric light died out, the thunder fell, the dense sound of swords and bullets falling to the ground, and finally the dull sound of dozens of human bodies falling to the ground.

On the roof, the woman who had just completed the killing in three thousandths of a second stood up and tidied up her clothes.

Her code name is Qing. Nearly 1.9 meters tall, it is quite rare among women. In order to prevent the interference of electric charges, the short pale blonde hair is tightly tied into a ball head.

The pure black long trench coat with soft fabric swayed back in the wind, the neckline was a Roman collar like a priest's uniform, and the lush World Tree was embroidered with silver thread on the back.

Qing disappeared on the roof in an instant, like a teleportation. There were two consecutive explosions of amazing power where she had just stood, and terrifying circular gaps were blasted out on the top and fifth floors.

It was another three rounds of blasting, and the six-story old office building collapsed into two floors. The corpse, which was originally decent in appearance, completely lost its burial value in the baptism of high-explosive bombs.

Constantine stopped Jun Yan for the sixth time and carefully looked at Qing who escaped from the office building. There was no scorch marks on her long trench coat, and she seemed to be a tough guy.

"You don't seem to care about the lives of those people."

Qing's voice was clear and steady.

"Is this the executioner seeking guilt?"

Constantine, who was dressed in casual sportswear, was dragging a large metal suitcase half a person's height, and he didn't feel any nervousness before the battle.

He pointed to his ears.

"My hearing is good. In that building, there is no heartbeat anymore. This level of speech spirit can be mastered by humans."

Yanling Canglei dominates. Fire-type spirits were mostly used for strong attacks and interference, and Constantine couldn't stop the woman's slaughter.

As for the words and spirits that manipulate strong currents, there has always been a debate in the secret party, which department of the four elements they should belong to. This kind of word spirit is more unstable than the violent fire attribute word spirit, and the manipulative space of the word spirit releaser is very small.

For example, Indra, the bearer of this word spirit, was often regarded as the **** of thunder and lightning in ancient times. The holder must persist in repeated training for several years in order to barely grasp the current of the riot, so as not to indiscriminately kill everything around him, or even kill himself.

And Cang Lei Domination is an exception. This high-risk word with a somewhat exaggerated name not only has the exaggerated power of releasing small lightning, but also enables precise targeting at long distances.

Qing's ultimate control over Cang Lei's **** enables her to change the word spirit into a chain-like form.

On a medieval battlefield, she could destroy a thousand knights in a minute. Fortunately, she was not involved in a war between humans.

boom!

Two bolts of lightning struck Constantine from the square and from above. He only had time to split it with fury, and a large piece of scales and flesh was carbonized on the surface of the hit left shoulder.

The Dragon King felt a little humiliated, that guy Luo Yin must have set up a video installation near here. He opened the suitcase, which was a two-ton cuboid metal block.

The surface of the crimson metal block is covered with black complex patterns composed of rectangles and perfect circles, which awakened in Constantine's spiritual inspiration, cracked and deformed into hundreds of components of various shapes.

The turbulent sea of ​​spirit condensed into a royal domain with a diameter of five meters. In a short period of time, Cang Lei's command of such high-risk words could not break through.

According to the words of a certain human alchemist, this is the low-profile version of the Dragon King AT stand, or the invincible black house that Magical Pretty Girl and Ultraman use to transform into.

Constantine's frail humanoid body was wrapped in red alchemical armor.

The weak legs were embedded in the powerful long tail, and the metal scales shone with cold light. Filaments of recycled metal and artificial dragon-like nerves are connected to hundreds of contacts throughout the body.

The arms are open, the components are attached to the skin and extended, and there is a complex tenon-and-mortise structure in the sharp claws at the end, which are firmly connected to rage and greed.

The crimson metal dragon wings have a wingspan of more than six meters. The imitation keel structure is more complex than the first generation dragon wings, and the material is tougher and lighter.

Qing sent out four lightning bolts in a row, and through the weakening of the kingdom, only a faint electric light was wiped on Constantine's metal dragon body.

"Are you, dragon?"

"Yes, I am a dragon."

Constantine's softer voice came from the metal dragon head and became solemn and deep.

The oversized version of the metal dragon body works slowly, and it is impossible to use it openly, which is not much different from a disaster movie. Today, let's try the 6.1-meter ultra-small version to see the effect.

Qing stared at this pure metal dragon body that exuded the majesty of an ancient dragon and had a sci-fi color, and felt that something was ignited in his heart.

She pressed on her temples, calming the intense excitement in her brain and body. Yes, that's how it should be, that's her mission. Dealing with pure-blooded dragons is exactly what she is best at.

Intuition tells Qing that she is a dragon slayer.

Luo Yin, who was watching the battle from a distance, looked constipated. This wave, this wave is a flood that washed the Dragon King Temple. If the secret party sees the situation here, the Samaritans will be listed as the target of extermination.

Behind the blue-black trench coat is the silver world tree of prosperousness, which is the family crest of the legendary dragon slayer Cassel family. In order to commemorate the mourning of the Cassell Manor, Principal Angers used the half-mortal world tree as the symbol of Cassell College.

Combined with this person's ridiculously high combat power, there is a high probability that she is the head of the Cassell family.

On the surface, it was Luo Mou who instigated the Dragon King to dig up the ancestral grave of the Cassel family. Once this kind of incident happened, it would not be as simple as Yanbi. His name would probably be printed on the floor of the Academy's Hall of Valor and trampled on for a hundred years.

......

Qing clenched his hands tightly, and a blue-violet lightning that was nearly three times thicker fell from the air, piercing the kingdom with one blow.

Constantine vibrated the dragon wings slightly, and the two-ton dragon body appeared in front of Qing like a teleportation. The rage and greed crossed over, but there was no blood.

Qing switched Yan Ling to time zero, and opened a distance of more than 200 meters. From the beginning, she used time zero to penetrate the blockade of the office building to the roof, and even the alarm did not detect the short-term extreme fluctuations.

The air was still in a state of being heavily ionized, and the spirit of words switched back to Cang Lei's domination, with no loss of power.

Seven lightning strikes hit Chilong one after another, but they didn't cause the huge damage she imagined. Constantine didn't dodge, the strength of the alchemy dragon body was much stronger than his congenitally defective body.

"The nature of adding insulation to recycled metal couldn't be simpler, don't think my armor is a good conductor."

Constantine said lightly. The imitation dragon body must be as adaptable as the real dragon body and can deal with different enemies. The regeneration ability is destined to be incomparable to the real dragon, so it is necessary to make more fuss about the function.

Qing's eyes were very puzzled, she didn't understand at all. Compared to Constantine, she is an old antique that has just been dug out of the coffin.

Her natural common sense is basically summed up by observation. For example, Cang Lei's **** is very effective against enemies wearing metal armor.

The black long coat opened, flying behind him like black wings, revealing the dark golden alchemy rope tied to Qing's body.

Qing moved at extreme speed and threw the rope with tiny claws at Constantine. The Dragon King easily cut off the rope, and the broken rope was reconnected under the action of the wonderful field.

Constantine released Jun Yan, as easily as striking a match. He could only barely see Qingqing's movement route, unable to carry out precise strikes, so he filled the entire combat space with violent explosions.

In human society, this method seems to be called a fireball religion.

Qing always stayed within 30 meters of Constantine's body, and the length of the alchemy rope wrapped around him was unbelievable.

Multiple thin hooks were fixed on trees, ground, and building walls. She achieved rapid change of direction in three-dimensional space by pulling alchemy ropes. Her body only had a slight dragon-like phenomenon, and her target was extremely small.

Qing's extremely strong computing power, coupled with her natural clear and sensitive sense of space, makes her the perfect user of this alchemy rope.

Constantine was very bored by this game of cat and mouse, and was considering whether to throw a dark day. The other party used the rope to keep fleeing, and Cang Lei's **** was not much of a threat to his metal dragon body. He couldn't think of how Qing Neng could kill him.

The landing point of each hook appeared clearly in Qing's brain, like a magnificent and complex constellation. Time Zero exploded, and the last claw hook came out with a rope.

Jun Yan exploded on her left side, her body was directly pressed to the ground by the blast wind, and a large area of ​​skin and flesh was directly scorched. But at the same time, the hook was embedded in Constantine's scales.

The alchemy field swelled to the extreme at the same time between the interlaced ropes, and with the last claw hook, the power of the "seal" was poured into the body of the metal red dragon.

The dragon's blood, the power of words, and the power of alchemy appeared "extinguished" at the same time. The strong sense of weakness in his body reminded Constantine of his appearance when he just woke up, and even felt a fatal threat.

Yan Ling · Cang Lei Domination!

Qing was not affected by the severe pain of the severe burn at all, and his right hand struggled to clench all the ropes, and thirteen white lightning bolts were conducted through the ropes and poured into the inside of the red dragon's armor at the same time.

For about 0.5 seconds, Constantine's eyes were pitch black, he completely lost consciousness, and the heavy dragon body was half-knelt on the ground.

Qing got up quickly, and his body healed and repaired while the dragon's blood was boiling, showing obvious signs of dragon transformation.

She rushed towards Constantine at a high speed, her body was alienated at high speed in the gap of time zero, and the thunder around the dragon claws shone, as if she was holding the thunder in her hand.

Stab it!

The cyan dragon claws were firmly stuck by the red claws and stopped in Constantine's heart.

"A little bit."

Qing Tread stepped back, and Constantine got up and drew his knife.

The blood of the Dragon King was stimulated to the extreme, and Qing felt a strong "inspiration" in his soul. Apart from the bloodline she was given, her bloodline was the same as that of the dragon in front of her.

The ancestor of the Cassell family, whose bloodline comes directly from Norton and his bloodline gift, is as noble as the next generation of pure-blooded dragons.

But thousands of years later, the Cassel family has become the spiritual banner of the Dragon Slayer Party, and the best hybrids in the world are proud of the name of Cassel.

Qing relied on Time Zero's extreme speed to attack his "ancestors" again and again. Constantine used his body as the origin to explode Jun Yan, blasting the confused dragon slayer again and again.

Qing felt that the situation was not good, and turned to retreat quickly in the opposite direction. Molten metal flowed out of the cracked soil, condensed into a multi-faceted giant metal shield, crossed and slammed into Qing, blocking her escape route.

The flames of Constantine not only detonated on the surface, but also burned silently underground at the same time, melting metal to form traps.

A black mist poured out of Qing's body, and Nibelungen was recalling her.

Constantine stirred his wings, high-pressure airflow erupted from the stacked scales, and his body accelerated from a standstill to the limit.

In the highly condensed pure spiritual realm, the black mist dissipated like a fire, cutting off the retreat. Nibelungen, he will too.

Qing stared directly at his ancestor, and stabbed Constantine with his claws with lightning, but stopped halfway, hanging weakly by his side.

The signs of dragon transformation all over his body completely subsided, and his empty eyes reflected Konstantin's fused golden dragon pupils, and bright red blood tears flowed out.

Qing realizes that this dragon slaying operation has no glory at all. She was enslaved by one dragon to kill another dragon. Time to end.

Constantine's sharp long tail was in Qing's heart, and the heat energy was transmitted to her body, burning the buried alchemy matrix and heart at the same time.