C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons

"It's hard to hide such a weakness for a long time, right?"

"It's not that difficult."

Li Wuyue casually inserted the silver mistletoe spear into the ground. This peculiar weapon looked like a small tree with roots and sprouts, and she sat cross-legged on the steps.

"You can't be in a group for a long time in order to hide your weakness."

"That's right. I have a nickname within the clan, 'Outlier,' which sounds neither good nor bad."

If Li Wuyue wasn't lying to him, his flaw would be fatal. When his spirit enters a silent state, the body after the dragon's blood is dormant will become fragile, the power of the word spirit will be difficult to activate, and perhaps even the golden pupil will not be able to ignite.

Once other dragons noticed that a dragon king had such a fragile side, "Li Wuyue" was almost equated with Tang Sengrou.

"I'm used to hiding my whereabouts and staying away from the crowd. When my strength is at its peak, I step in and win in an instant to fake the illusion of invincibility.

After such a long time, he was considered to be the 'perfect monarch' and 'the most powerful monarch'. In fact, it is just a means of self-protection. "

Li Wuyue laughed at herself calmly. Given the lessons of the White King's rebellion, how could Nidhogg allow the existence of a perfect monarch?

Luo Yin had often wondered what Li Wuyue was doing in the interval between every two assassination activities. Now Luo Yin understood that the Dragon King was just patiently waiting for the cooldown of the skill to expire, and he was probably sleeping.

"Where do you sleep?"

Li Wuyue pointed to the sky.

"In the clouds. Use clouds and mists to build a cocoon-shaped space. With the clouds and mists floating everywhere, there is no fixed track. In this way, you can reach all corners of the world."

Luo Yin looked at the dark clouds in the sky, do you usually float around in the sky like this... Luo Yin glanced at the clouds to see if there were any suspicious areas.

"You're looking for my cocoon. You guessed, I hid the cocoon I used for resurrection in the clouds."

The idea was immediately exposed, but Luo was not embarrassed. If there is a chance to kill each other, they will not hesitate to each other.

"I didn't leave a cocoon. If you could kill me here, you could end my eternity."

Luo Yin couldn't help but fell into thought. It's like playing poker now, when your opponent shows his bad cards first and then pushes all of his chips to the table.

"Are you that confident...or do you want to live?"

"Perhaps. I was born to sit on the throne, and perhaps this king's life has been too long."

Li Wuyue looked so indifferent as if she was discussing what to eat tonight, not life and death.

"Yemengard, she's probably the smartest of us.

No matter how many times I wake up from a slumber, I can't break free from my destiny. The doomed cycle of reincarnation, the restarted life is like a snowflake falling into the desert compared to the previous long experience.

Obsessions become more and more solid, but life is a heavy void. "

Luo Yin couldn't understand and was shocked. He wanted to perfunctory with "hmm" and "really", but for the sake of aura, he could only try to imitate Li Wuyue's deep eyes.

"I'm really sick of it, sick of it all going on and on.

It is here and now to bet on the fate of our clan and restore the glory of the past. If buried here, it will usher in the end of the tragedy in advance. "

"Your real name?"

"Videvergne."

Perched on the top of the world tree Uktrahir, the huge nameless condor, the mortal enemy of the black dragon in mythology.

This title is undoubtedly the result of exaggeration and distortion. No life but the White King dared to call himself Nidhogg's enemy. The power of the dragon of despair is like fate itself.

"Oh, oh, you are the fountain chicken in Valhalla Square..."

Li Wuyue got up, pulled out Mister Ting, and the royal domain skyrocketed.

"Wait wait, there's one more question!"

Luo Yin pulled out Tian Congyun and took two steps back vigilantly. Li Wuyue, who lost one eye, made him feel even more dangerous.

"What is that cannibal tree?"

"You seem to call him the World Tree? It's quite appropriate.

Rather than let me tell you, you should witness it with your own eyes. "

Li Wuyue waved Mister Ting, not to attack, but to completely open the alchemy field of the holy spear.

Along with that powerful and abnormal life breath, Luo Yin "understood" the message sent by the World Tree through Mistertin.

Mistertine the Silver Mistletoe is His branch and His seed.

His roots will spread over all the land, and the world will be in his shade, branches and leaves will extend to every realm, and billions of tiny spores will cover everything in sight.

He records and stores the information of all life and the dead with annual rings, carrying the forbidden road from the dust to heaven and the evolution of human beings into gods. In the name of destiny, He is destined to guide all living beings on the path of evolution.

Observing, recording, applying... Luo Yin suddenly thought that the World Tree might be the blueprint of the Bronze Pillar, and he was the original recorder.

He can record and analyze endless information, so as to deduce and penetrate the correct and complete path of consecration.

The countless invisible leaves of the World Tree swayed and rubbed in the wind, making fine and regular sounds.

In Luo Yin's hearing, this is a symphony that is so grand and suffocating. The mourning elegy for the dead, the joyful song of the evolutionary, the chaotic and vibrant noise of countless lives.

The power of this thing is far more than the genetic modification he guessed. When fully repaired, he can not only make hybrids evolve into dragons, he can even make fungi become gods, given enough time and resources.

Hell, if Li Wuyue let this thing germinate hundreds of years ago, there would be no secret party now. In order for the World Tree to be born, he may have paid an extremely exaggerated price.

"As you can see, He will devour half of the world's human beings to repair themselves, and play a symphony of evolution that belongs to all living things.

All beings have the opportunity to evolve into a more perfect form under the guidance of the tree and through the ceremony of the road to conferring gods. However, dragons and hybrids will be the first evolutionaries.

Among the new dragon clan, the supreme and the four monarchs will no longer exist. World Tree observes, records, and analyzes all life. It has no selfish desires and will continue to optimize itself. It will only be processed according to pre-set rules.

He will be the eternal and only emperor, with absolute power, including the right to determine the penalty of life and death. "

Li Wuyue spoke the most frightening idea in a calm tone.

"You're crazy."

"This is not only beneficial to the dragon race, it's actually more beneficial to you hybrids, isn't it? The dragon race regained control of the world, and the hybrid race gained access to the throne."

"Impossible. The world tree is related to the origin of the dragon race, and the Black King will not allow such a thing to exist."

"I never said that this is the old World Tree."

The excess information made Luo Yin's brain overheat, and his muscles shuddered involuntarily.

The truth was very different from what he had predicted. Based on Luo Yin's understanding of the internal situation of the mixed race, if the ability of the tree is made public, some radicals are likely to join Li Wuyue's camp instead.

Eliminating half of the human race in exchange for the real road to consecration, some fanatics will not hesitate at all when doing this multiple-choice question.

No, no, more than that... The tree can even make human beings a hybrid, and then move towards immortality. Some people who yearn for power and immortality may cause a second division within the race.

Luo Yin shook his head vigorously, throwing off the terrifying thoughts that popped up in his brain. This broken tree has an unprecedented potential to spark wars.

"You are already standing at the end, only one step away. I have heard the call of the tree to you. An individual like you will become His most favored subject."

Of course Luo Yin felt it. In the cathedral, that extremely divine and unimaginable being is calling his soul.

He really has the ability to allow himself to complete evolution. You don't have to put your hopes on the illusory first-generation keel cross, you don't have to negotiate with the mysterious "Descender", just accept the mission of the tree and complete the body for him.

Grass.

This kind of bad thing, he must quickly cut it off, make it into firewood, and burn it into coke.

Luo Yin was stunned for a moment, and his left abdomen was opened with a thick penetrating wound.

Mind reading?

At the moment when he had the idea of ​​cutting down a tree, Li Wuyue stabbed Mistertin at the same time, and the green vines of the wooden spear were stained with hot blood, which quickly turned it into his own nutrients.

In the face of this kind of enemy, he couldn't take the risk of a little mistake.

The second shot stabbed out, hitting Tiancongyun. For the first time since Luo Yin took hold of the sword, Tian Congyun failed to cut off the sprouting vines on the wooden spear, and only cut a few millimeters of wounds.

The speed of the third shot dropped sharply in the elemental turbulence, the tough white king dragon body stuck Mistertin with his ribs, and the oscillating Tian Congyun backhand pierced Li Wuyue's forearm muscles.

His strength has increased a lot, but his speed has not changed qualitatively. Time zero, which is known as a bug, is greatly weakened in Dragon King-level battles.

However, Li Wuyue's self-healing power... Luo Yin's pressure has greatly increased. Although the sword did not hurt the bones, the muscle fibers were completely repaired within two seconds, which was close to the regeneration power of Water King.

After more than a dozen exploratory rounds, Luo Yin was able to be sure that Li Wuyue could "read" his thoughts.

This broken tree forcibly resonates with his spirit, and now Li Wuyue seems to have a strange connection with the tree.

Countless tiny spores floated in the sky, spreading around and beyond the city with the wind. Susie was fighting against a double-digit evolutionary guerrilla, and the rubble was full of the whistling of sharp blades.

Luo Yin had no energy to care about the situation around him. Not to mention the World Tree that is slowly being repaired, the enhanced version of the Wind King alone has made him weak.

Meanwhile, the hapless trio are still dreaming underground, and maybe the tree will turn them into fertilizer when they have a good appetite. Luo Yin felt that it was too difficult for him. Why did he want to take the lead as a fourth grader? He should drop Lu Mingfei by air.

"Don't try to create weird pictures in the brain. Trees are not mindless machines that know how to filter information."

Li Wuyue denied some interesting attempts made by Luo Yin.

"Aren't you still affected?"

Luo Yin made a sound like Hong Zhong's complaints, and took the opportunity to target Li Wuyue's waist for three consecutive stabs.

There is not much time left for Boss Luo, who will come to the rescue...

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"Damocles system, the countdown to launch is 3 minutes and 18 seconds."

Pompeii was sweating profusely, and his hands were shaking.

According to the news from the front line, Li Wuyue, the king of sky and wind, pushed the world to the brink of overturning in just two days.

Most of the people in the academy were still smeared with black eyes at this time, and they were battered around the city of San Pedro Sula, but a small number of people already roughly understood what happened.

Pompeii is now full of the feeling of the end of the world, and sure enough, the madness of humans is not the same as the madness of dragons.

"Pasi, Pasi, can you send back the picture?"

"Patriarch, I'm very sorry, I've been very...not... sleepy to be able to maintain communication."

"Where is Caesar?"

"Master led the artificial dragon body to set up a blockade on the outskirts of the city. It is estimated that in two minutes... set off."

Fortunately, there is enough time.

"Authorized launch. Full blast as soon as you enter the strike range! Whatever it is, blow it up!"

Fortunately, that thing is a fixed target, but the trouble is the sky Nibelungen that crosses the middle of the ballistics. The distorted space may have a very bad effect, but there is no way to do it.

According to Passy's description, a high-blood mixed race like him could hardly restrain his urge to worship. The soul is crying out to him, that is his ancestor, his god.

"Authorization...Authorization failed."

Pompeii's heart froze, could there be a program glitch at this time?

"Full blast!"

"Authorization failed."

With the crisp sound of glass breaking, the expensive glass crystal cup was accidentally smashed on the marble floor, and the sweet and fragrant wine splashed.

"Patriarch, hit there..."

"Divine Scourge cannot kill real monsters, and some poor people are already dead even if they are not bombed by God's Scourge."

Pompeii forced himself to regain his composure, his tone almost indifferent. What matters now is to find the fault within three minutes.

"Pompeii, you are too anxious. You have not seen his greatness with your own eyes, and you are impatient to destroy him. This kind of arrogance is a common disease of mankind."

A man's slightly strange accent came from the phone. He rolls his tongue habitually when he speaks, probably Russian.

"Bunin! You have to figure out what you are doing!

We don't know that stuff at all~www.wuxiahere.com~ In this day and age, anything resembling a **** should be destroyed as quickly as possible. "

"Pompeii Gattuso, it's not just me. Our team is rushing to Honduras, and we didn't expect such an amazing discovery from this secret party's operation."

Pompeii did not answer. Divine Retribution is nominally the property of the Gattuso family, but it was not independently developed by the family.

The second hand turned with a click, and the satellite was approaching the strike range, but the divine scourge system was still in a state of being disturbed.

Getting Norma to step in and force the launch would mean ripping off his face with his plastic allies. But let the satellite leave like this, maybe tomorrow the world will not be what Pompeii knew.

A dark red countdown was flashing on the interface of the Divine Retribution System. When the number returned to zero, a man's friendly laughter came from the other end of the phone.

"May our friendship last forever."

vomit.

If the situation is not right, he has a second chance to launch after 90 minutes. Pompeii wanted to calm down, but his gut told him that he had just made a big mistake.