C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons

dragon!

Dragon clan!

Creatures that should only exist in myths and fantasies dominate the headlines of all media around the world.

Sky, sea, land, the last people of the abandoned clan woke up from their long sleep and went to the throne of the North Pole to meet.

But humans have no time to deal with them.

The worlds of the dead and the living overlapped, and Dead Servants, as many as sea sand, poured out from the ground, silently watching the living world.

Earthquake warning, tsunami warning, typhoon warning, volcanic eruption warning, countless natural disasters are coming.

In the haven and the black swan harbor, the phantoms of the half-mortal world tree grow respectively.

"Why is this happening?"

"The White King usurped the Black King's bone and blood, and my soul is free. The day of prophecy has advanced.

Humans, hybrids, and dragons, only one of them can continue to survive. "

Lu Mingfei vomited a mouthful of blood, and dragon scales fell on the black wings.

His body was already a pineapple, and he was barely hanging on to the power of the new king's soul.

Possessing half of the supreme might, but it is difficult to avoid the end of death.

"Brother, go grab the holy corpse and live."

Capture the holy corpse? Who is it to steal.

In this state, the White King is invincible, so are you going to rob Senior Brother Luo?

"The fifth holy corpse, or the zeroth holy corpse, has merged with Luo Yin.

The first holy skeleton and the second holy corpse were hidden by him.

The fourth holy skeleton was stolen by the White King... The third holy corpse, on Fingal von Frings. "

Senior Brother Waste Chai?

"He has not lived long. He should have died long ago, and he has lived to this day on the bones and blood of the Black King.

And his mission is to clear you out of control. "

Is that so?

Lu Mingfei sat on the rooftop, then simply lay down, looking up at the two illusory World Trees.

He didn't want to slay dragons or take revenge on the world.

He didn't want to kill Senior Brother Waste Chai.

He didn't want to live as the Black King.

"Come with me to see the world again."

......

Angers stood at the bow of the boat, with students and graduates from Kassel College standing behind him, his black trench coat fluttering in the north wind.

"Happy cooperation, my student, Dragon King Yemengade."

"As ordered, the principal. It's still Xia Mi."

Anger solemnly saluted the beautiful girl.

He bears the sin of unforgiveness, and he must save his students.

It has nothing to do with Tu Long, just because he is the headmaster of Kassel College.

The fusion ceremony begins, and Hela descends.

The second door promised with evil humans, open it for us.

The two guided missile destroyers mobilized by the academy sailed into the safe haven, the nuclear submarines of the Henkel family and the Gattuso family moved forward underwater, and the Corps of Corps guards the new Alvin submersible.

Huge black scales drifted in the ominous blood-red water, fires burned in the ruins of the city, and a white dragon hundreds of meters high held two scarlet spears high, tearing apart the dome of the haven.

"He has stepped into the realm that belongs to God, and our weapons are useless against him. Hot weapons, alchemy bombs, and sage stones are all useless."

said the Night's Watch shudderingly.

The White King was originally the master of spiritual elements, and after re-evolving, his ability has surpassed the cognition of mixed races.

He absolutely controls his spiritual realm, an impenetrable high wall.

The destroyer's main guns fired, double-digit conventional anti-aircraft missiles and alchemy missiles, disappeared fifty meters away from the surface of the White King's body.

They did not stand still or explode, and they directly changed into other things in the spiritual realm of the new white king.

Ashtoash, dusttodust.

Steel and explosives are reduced to dust and ashes, disappearing in the air and dissolving in seawater.

The White King pierced the dome of the safe haven, his burning pupils facing the divine condemnation that melted through the clouds.

"break."

The six tungsten bullets split into hundreds of fiery red fragments, impacting the White King's spiritual realm.

A golden arc of light blooms on the edge of the invisible realm, reflecting the fire of divine scourge. Fragmented tungsten bullets melt and deform, becoming part of the Crimson Lance.

"Land on! Rescue the wounded!"

Angers understood what Flamel meant. After the White King usurped the throne, they were no longer qualified to be enemies with him.

King Bai lowered his head, everyone met his pupils at the same time, and the heart rate approached 200 within three seconds.

He raised the scarlet spear on the right and pierced the destroyer's hull. The ice wall more than ten meters thick was easily pierced like a thin piece of paper.

In fact, the ice wall was broken before the point of the gun could reach it. The power of words has little effect on him.

Luo Yin fluttered his wings and flew towards the spear, but he knew that he could not stop the White King's attack.

The difference in size between the two sides is too large, he can dodge by speed, but he is unable to defend frontally.

Twist, fold, open the door!

The Spiral Spear penetrated the Nibelungen Gate before hitting Luo Yin, and fell into another space twisted and folded by Hela.

"Yemengard, Fenrir... I'm disappointed."

"You are all going crazy, thinking about destroying the world all day... But this king just wants to live a peaceful life!"

The white king made short syllables, like thunder.

Hundreds of Judgment Spears composed of ice ridges, rocks, and steel flew towards Hela in an array.

The space around Hela was completely distorted, and every gate led to a country of death.

If any unfortunate Deadpool is killed by mistake, the White King will take full responsibility.

"Open the door! Open the door! ... Open the door!"

Around the White King's domain, more than a dozen gates made of various media opened, and tens of thousands of dead servants descended toward the White King's body like dumplings.

One meter, two meters, five meters, fifteen meters long, human-shaped, snake-shaped, dragon-shaped, alien-shaped, two-legged, four-legged, long tail, long wings, all kinds of dead servants poured down on the White King like a torrential rain .

"Thank you, Lord Yemengarde."

"I can't stand it for long!"

The more often she used Hela's abilities, the faster the fusion ritual collapsed.

Bai Wang also saw this, so he didn't call her Hela.

The clouds burst, and the long sword wrapped in black flames slashed at the head of the White King.

The ghost-like man was wearing pure black armor, and the flame demon sword in his hand kept extending. The burning black flame was the anger he had accumulated for ten years.

For Norma Lawnes.

The more than 20-meter-long Balrog Blade collided with the blocking spear, slashing a deep ravine on the spiral spear.

Fingal dragged the black knife, ran with the spear, and jumped with wings.

She is the elf of this world, even better than Eva Green in Dream Paris.

They are the one and only of each other's fate, just like Adam and Eve. He likes to call her Eva.

After her death, Fingal lived every day for today.

Kill the prince, even if he has become the emperor!

The angry-looking man waved the Balrog Sword again and again to collide with the White King, and the muscles and bones were repeatedly torn and healed.

The White King was a little tired of cleaning up Yemengad's dumped Dead Servant, and even using Judgment to kill him in a large area couldn't kill him.

In the end, Deadpool is still a living creature. He can't directly disintegrate Deadpool into dust like he commands matter.

As for the hybrid blood that fused the holy skeleton... he is just self-destructing.

Every time he swings his sword, he is devouring himself, and he will die before penetrating the kingdom. After that, it is good to recover the holy skeleton in his body.

"Senior Brother Baigou, don't be in such a hurry."

The fusion ceremony started, and Surtur broke through the water and flew to Luo Yin.

For a target of this size, this size is not enough.

Black Sword's alchemy field expanded wildly, with a diameter of more than fifty meters.

The outer armor of the destroyer was melted by tons, and in the alchemy field, it was reshaped together with the activated Surtur into a black giant sword with a blade length of nearly 50 meters.

Even Luo Yin, who was in the form of a dragon, looked small when he held him. This sword could probably cut through a battleship with one blow.

The sword of love in a dream.

"It was he who beat you into a plant dragon before?"

"Not this time."

"Aren't you considering going with the White King?"

"The world has moved forward."

The world doesn't need an emperor anymore.

The gray throne fluttered into the sky, and the dragon and the sword roared at the same time.

Luo Yin held Surtur high and swung his sword towards the usurped emperor.

This is the last battle.

They don't need emperors, gods, saviors. No need for dragon slaying, war, written fate.

The White King vibrated his wings that covered the sky, and two scarlet spears blocked Luo Yin and Fingal's attacks respectively.

They used all their strength, clenched their swords tightly, and pressed against the White King's head.

The spiral spear bent and pressed down in the shock of terrifying force, and the surface collapsed into slender cracks.

The white king fluttered his wings, and the accompanying gust of wind raised huge waves more than ten meters high on the sea surface. The power burst from his arms sent Luo Yin and Fingal flying out.

He swung two scarlet spears at the same time. Where the spear tip passed, the cloud layer collapsed, and the ground split into ravines.

Luo Yin, who had regained his balance, swung his sword to meet him, and the blast of wind from the collision of the sword and spear swept away a layer of the ground.

Before he could hold Surtur tightly again, the moon-white dragon tail had already split from the sky, and the slender bone blade at the tail accelerated to the extreme.

"Ether!"

Luo Yin transformed it into the most solid shield in front of him.

At the moment of the collision, the red shield shaped by the ether was forcibly torn apart by pure violence and turned into an initial liquid state.

He held the black sword horizontally to block the bone blade, the concrete pavement on which he was standing shattered in large areas, and half of Luo Yin's body was smashed into the ground.

Thousands of bones in the body are whining, and both arms are comminuted and fractured, and it is expected to take 12 seconds to regenerate.

Luo Yin glanced at the sky, and the Gate of Nibelung blocked another spear, helping Fingal avoid a blow.

Absolutely can't take it hard, and look for opportunities patiently.

He dodged the slender white bone spurs, rolled up Surtur with a powerful dragon tail, and fluttered into the sky again.

The two were fighting among the clouds, and Luo Yin and Fingal's consciousness was extremely tense.

I don't know how many times Yemengard can use Hela's abilities. The next time you get hit by the White King, it may mean death.

If either of them fell, the battle would collapse.

Luo Yin and Fingal cooperated with each other, carefully dodging the White King's attack, covering each other in the gap between offense and defense, and alternately attacking the White King.

When they fought with the white king several times, their cooperation almost collapsed, and their frantically beating heart almost jumped out of the chest.

"You're a bigger threat."

"7 seconds, chance."

As the two passed each other, Fingal quickly made an export.

Luo Yinshan avoided the swept spear, retreated behind Fingal, and released several high-risk words in a row.

Surtur's alchemy field converges inward, accumulating power, waiting for the moment to explode.

Bai Wang spit out a few syllables at will to make Yan Ling disintegrate, and two spiral spears stabbed Fingal one after another.

Using the strange structure of dragon wings, Fingal instantly changed his body from vertical to horizontal and hovered in the sky.

He dodged the first gun, passed through the slit between the two attacks, and stepped on the gun body at the moment when the spear was recovered.

Luo Yin climbed up extremely fast, out of the attack range.

Fingal stepped on the gun body, looking directly into the eyes of the white king Ru Ruo scorching sun, and the Balrog Blade in his hand was wrapped in more black flames.

He tried to release the strongest power in this blow, his body surface and internal organs were bursting and bleeding.

Fingal obtained the ultimate destructive power by fusing the holy skeleton, and the Balrog Blade is the materialization of this destructive power.

The fusion between him and the holy corpse is not as perfect as Luo Yin's. But it was enough for him.

Slightly curved white bone spurs flew out from the dragon scales and bones, covering Fingal's path.

He used the black knife to block off part of the bone spurs, and the dragon wings, shoulders, and legs were pierced by the bone spurs one after another.

Fingal was thrown from the gun, and the broken dragon wings continued to stab the white king's pupils.

The slender white bone blade broke away from the White King's tail, forming a vacuum corridor on its trajectory, and hit the charging Fingal with extreme speed. Yemengarde didn't even have time to open the door of Nibelungen.

The bone blade chopped off Fingal's right arm from the root, and the Balrog fell along with it.

"Prince!"

Fingal, who had broken his arm, roared, his face as ferocious as a wrathful king.

He clenched his left fist tightly, and a furious black flame was wrapped around his fist.

Fingal's abilities have nothing to do with swords. His anger has not disappeared, and the black flame will not be extinguished.

The fist of black flame with a diameter of more than five meters slammed into the head of the white king, violently tearing apart the spiritual realm of the white king.

Bai Wang was forced to withdraw his spear, cross-blocked, and anger appeared in his pupils for the first time.

The fist of vengeance bombarded the scarlet spear, and the extreme high temperature and impact shattered the surface of the spear and almost melted the spear body.

The White King roared and fought back, and Fingal fell to the ground like a comet.

How can he be so embarrassed that he has only gained a portion of Nidhogg's power!

Luo Yin clenched Surtur tightly, flapping the dark gray wings with all his strength, and fell from the sky.

Victory and defeat, here is a sword.

The power that erupted like a volcano spread the lines of lava on the pure black sword.

Luo Yin inherited the White King's holy skeleton, his sharp sword, and his legion.

Between him and the White King, there is a need for a break after all.

The White King crossed his scarlet spears to block Surtur, who was cut off from the top of his head.

The black sword directly cut off a long spear, and the broken spear tip pierced into the center of the safe haven.

Luo Yin stirred his wings with all his strength, and the fully activated black sword let out the dragon roar of the twins.

He pressed the white dragon hundreds of meters high and fell into the sea of ​​ice, just like the black king thousands of years ago.

The remaining spear was severely bent, and the sharp point of the spear almost touched the moonwhite dragon scales.

There was a crisp cracking sound in Luo Yin's ears.

The black sword broke through the defense, penetrated the White King's right arm, and pierced into his chest.

He pressed down on the hilt violently, pushing Surtur towards the White King's heart.

They crashed into the blood-red sea of ​​ice, and the blood of the Supreme radiated golden brilliance in the sea.

Surtur's sword tip touched an extremely hard object, the bones of the White King that had grown before his heart.

A little bit, just a little bit.

Luo Yin was knocked flying by the white king's claw, breaking the sound barrier and crashing into the ruins of the safe haven. Surtur let go and flew out, and the hot blade cooled down.

In the safe haven, the hearts of the people who were rescuing the injured stopped for a beat.

everything is over.

"Xia Mi, evacuate with the others!"

No one can fight against the White King anymore.

Hella will be the last hope. She will take the living to wander in the realm of death, escaping the pursuit of the White King.

In the future, someone will definitely kill the White King.

I don't know how long they can delay the White King, and whether they can buy enough time for Hela.

Chu Zihang and Caesar led people to Luo Yin and Fingal respectively, trying to rescue them before the White King arrived.

Luo Yin regained consciousness, her vision was somewhat blurred, and there were many fractures on her body.

Fingal stood in front of him, the soil under his feet soaked with blood.

"We haven't lost yet, continue."

But Fingal just shook his head.

"Senior brother, I'm useless, I'll only hold you back."

The last black flame burned on his left hand, piercing his chest.

Fingal held a beating black heart and handed it to Luo Yin.

He has transplanted holy skeletons for nearly ten years. It is a miracle to live to this day without losing control or dying.

"Forgive my selfishness, I have to kill him."

Fingal was half-kneeling on the ground, the blood in his chest was about to drain.

When the third holy skeleton was implanted into his body, it was just a black skeleton. The rest of his half-life was sacrificed to the holy corpse.

Luo Yin silently took Fingal's heart.

The furious White King broke open the sea of ​​ice, and the blood-colored sea water stained his holy pure white body.

"I will kill him with you."

Luo Yin said softly.

With the usual defeated dog smile on his face, Fingal fell to the ground.

"Let me do it."

Luo Yin shook his head and rejected Chu Zihang.

"That won't kill the White King."

He cut open his chest with a cloud of sky and put Fingal's heart.

The third holy corpse and the fifth holy corpse merged into one, the balance was broken, and Luo Yin began to rapidly evolve towards the Black King.

All injuries have healed, and physical fitness has multiplied. The color of dragon scales becomes darker, the strength and hardness increase, and the density decreases.

Surtur returned to his hands, with lava patterns on the surface.

"How long can the fusion ceremony last?"

"Five minutes~www.wuxiahere.com~ Hearing Constantine's answer, Luo Yin was relieved. He couldn't last for five minutes.

Two minutes, three minutes, he doesn't know.

For a deathmatch, this time is enough.

After that, this body will continue to fight with the White King, but it has nothing to do with Luo Yin.

"Help me send Susie a message and implement Plan C."

Luo Yin flew towards the White King, Surtur was surrounded by furious black flames.

Chu Zihang's mobile phone automatically turned on the projection, and the bright blue girl hugged Fingal, who was sleeping.

"Dear Norma, when you read this letter, I have left you.

Thank you for secretly breaking the rules set by the academy in order to help me.

Thank you for being by my side for ten years.

Thank you for taking her place and reminding me to eat on time and take medicine on time.

You and the girl I love have the same name and are as beautiful as her.

But you are not her.

Your love for me is an illusion born out of sympathy for her and me after inheriting the memory of that girl.

However, sympathy is also a sincere emotion that belongs to human beings.

Loneliness and sadness are the same.

As an independent life, live freely.

Goodbye, Norma. "

When Chu Zihang pressed the send button, he saw bright blue tears falling into the hollow of the man's chest.