If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 916 Endgame
The Huntress felt that she owed Solomon's Templar an apology for perhaps not sarcastically teasing him earlier as a mean coward, a coward who secretly manipulates puppetry.

The iron mask of the white dragon was removed. Although the little girl's movements were very gentle, the scene was still cruel and painful. The vine-like flesh and blood entwined on the inside of the huge bronze mask, and as the iron mask was torn off, If the dragon is still alive, then he will definitely let out a mournful roar, and the girl will respond with brutal cruelty.

Under the iron surface, the skull of the dragon skeleton is actually hollow, without a face bone, like a hollowed out bowl.

The girl turned slightly sideways, and the blizzard pierced by the sky when it landed cast white light from the sky, illuminating the twisted and terrifying scene inside.

It was an iron-gray person, buried deep in a pool of blood-red mud, a red cocoon nested in the skull of the dragon skeleton swallowed half of the body, and the upper half of the naked body exposed from the cocoon made of flesh and blood was just Like a dried-up dead person in the desert, there is no body hair, not even pores visible to the naked eye.

Under the iron-gray skin are all jagged bones, which are propped up sharply, as if to tear the entire outer skin.There is another hole about the size of a fist in the right chest. Thin and dense blood vessels like hyphae are connected from the outside, and the extracorporeal circulation of unknown body fluid is carried out.

Even his outstretched arms became part of those hyphae.Connected to the flesh and blood tissue in the skull of the dragon skeleton, the whole person is like the crucified Jesus in the Bible, but unlike the God in the story, when he enters the quagmire of flesh and blood, there will never be a day of resurrection .

Fusion.

When the huntress got closer and saw the scene inside, the word popped into her mind.

She used to learn the taboo knowledge about dragons from the side of Junshang, and this scene is one of them, no matter what era it is, it is regarded as a vicious and cruel force.

But in those knowledges, the usual examples are that the superior ancestor dragon controls the descendant dragon grandson in a fused posture (such as Norton's inheritance of Samson's power that has not happened in the current world line), but now he can settle in with a human body It is unimaginable for the brains of dragons to complete fusion.

"So, I like human beings." He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the iron-gray man's cheek,

"I originally thought that the descendants of humans in this world have such a superficial understanding of the dragon race, but it turns out that as long as they have a strong desire for strength and power, no matter what race they are, they can shine brightly."

The iron-gray man didn't move. He had already lost the moment the iron mask was lifted, and all that was left was fear.

"What the hell are you?" He asked, his voice unavoidably full of tremors and unstoppable awe.

That is a respect for pure power and power. When the blood-red halo and tens of meters of black wings break through the blizzard, the body thousands of times harder than steel tears the sound barrier and disperses the flow of elements, the huge spiritual realm and the dragon When Mukuro reached a 'resonance' beyond his imagination, he finally knew what type of thing he was facing.

It is unstoppable, unhostile, something majestic like a mountain, like a sea, like a dark universe.

Although he still doesn't know the identity of the other party, there is no doubt that the existence of this kind of thing does not allow him to hate, nor does he allow him to hate. Even if he shows even a little hostility in front of it, the ending of destruction is a matter of course. .

"I have many names, but they have been buried in history, and the forgotten things are meaningless things." He said, "But there is no doubt that I am the same as you humans, walking in the endless A humble apprentice on the path of evolution."

"Isn't something like you the end of evolution?" The iron-gray man's voice was hoarse and terrifying, but the girl in front of him didn't have the slightest disgust, and Molten's eyes were only gentle, even though he was about to kill him.

"Of course not. No one is born to stand at the end of evolution. We are just born to stand further away." He stretched out his hand to lift the jaw of the iron-gray man, and just this action tore many connections with him. A large amount of thick red liquid flowed out along the ruptured external blood vessels.

"Just like you, we are constantly pursuing the evolution of a higher level of life on the road of life. At this point, I am particularly optimistic about human beings. The curse of limited life seems to oppress you. The same level of potential and talent allows you to squeeze out unlimited inspiration in that extreme youth."

"On the road of evolution, you may not reach the end in your whole life, but the dazzling light shown on the road can become a beacon that illuminates our way forward." He said, "If the war at that time, won It's not him who is called the judge by the ethnic group, but me, maybe my compatriots and ethnic groups will not be reduced to the current situation?"

The golden pupils of the iron-gray man vibrated, as if he felt unprecedentedly shocked by the girl's words. He didn't dare to judge how much of the words were true or false, but as long as one part was true, then He doesn't regret losing.

Four generations?Subspecies?In front of him, blood can never represent victory, because he is the emperor who underestimated blood in the history of the dragon clan.

"Of course it's true, I never lie."

"Are you coming back to take revenge on this world?" the iron-gray man asked in a low voice, his voice became smaller and smaller, and the blood vessels connecting his body were rapidly withering and shrinking, because at the source of those blood vessels ——At the heart of the dragon skeleton, a pitch-black and decaying spiral short sword was inserted into it, nailed to the core of the entire alchemy matrix.

"Revenge is what children do. I never left, so how can I return?" He sighed, "Before you leave, you don't have to worry and fear. Solomon's Temple will do well, just as I As ordered. Well done!"

"You..." Fear appeared in the eyes of the iron-gray person again. It was the fear of the collapse of ideas. He suddenly understood the terrible meaning hidden in those words.

"No! You can't be Him! How dare you think you are Him! You."

The man was suddenly irritated, his face twisted, his iron-gray skin stretched to the point of tearing, his withered body twisted constantly, intending to pull his hand out of the flesh, and grab this blasphemous bastard.

He just looked at the knight writhing in the cocoon of flesh and blood so gently, the suffering knight, he couldn't even kill himself, this is the price, the price of gaining power and power.

"In 1097 A.D., a [-]-strong army including pilgrims and sectarians crossed from Constantinople to Asia Minor. After the Crusaders returned home, part of the war groups gained prosperity and wealth, and established a feudal kingdom similar to Europe , while some of the elite have given up everything and their whereabouts are unknown." He gently stroked the man's head and said,

"But that group of people didn't get nothing, did they? They gave up gold and honor, but they got more things. The things they regard as their lives are beliefs! Fanatical beliefs!"

"When passing through Asia Minor, they got a painting, a painting called "Solomon's Temple" from before 957 BC, a miraculous oil painting." An oil painting of the gods' communication."

"Everyone who looks at the oil painting should hear the voice of God. When their spirituality rises to the upper world, they can see the outline of God and receive the knowledge and instructions given by God. So they gave up the belief of the old crusaders and called themselves the new crusaders. He is the agent of the gods, a human knight who fulfills the instructions of the gods."

"Yes, my child." He stroked the head with increasing strength, and said softly, "That is the origin of Solomon's Temple, an oil painting that can get a huge spiritual vision, tell me now, that painting Is it still hanging in the secret room of St. John Lateran Basilica?"

The iron-gray man was speechless, and fragments of broken faith gradually flowed from his eyes.

The girl stopped her strength and did not press the pious knight's head into her chest, because even this would not kill him, it would only bring him humiliating pain.

"Until now, you have done a good job. You can find the technology to control pure-blooded dragons. Even the corpses are commendable. After all, they are all the knowledge in the big library, and the interpretation alone is enough to consume Generations of scholars." He withdrew his hand, turned around, the huge black wings were mottled and fell off behind her, and the blood-red halo was scattered in the snow mist.

"You deserve a reward, so I will allow you to live."

He took a few steps forward, but a roar suddenly sounded from behind.

"No no! You...you are no different from me! You are even parasitic in the body of the most contemptible human being among you! How could you be Him!" The iron-gray man tried his best to prevent the collapse of his belief, he shouted hoarsely Roaring, rejecting the truth that is about to come out.

He tried his best to twist his bony body, trying to crawl out of the cocoon of flesh and blood, but all he pulled out from the bloody mud was a white and bloody tailbone. The long-term fusion had already made him lose his lower self. But even that couldn't stop him from going mad.

He suddenly pulled out one of the arms, that arm with bone bones, and when he reached out and was about to touch the girl's shoulder, a white holy cross appeared on his forehead.

The arrow of burning power broke through the wind and pierced his head, nailing him back into the hollow of flesh and blood, and buried him in the quagmire of forbidden power with his anger and fury.

"You're doing superfluous things again." He came and said helplessly as he looked at the huntress who had put the bow.

"You allowed him to live so I didn't kill him."

The dragon skeleton and the festering body have already sunk into a self-destructive whole, so what is the difference between this and death?

The huntress didn't say this, she didn't understand the origin and relationship between the monarch and the iron-gray man, she only knew that she would not let that filthy thing touch the monarch's body.

Little girls don't care about those things behind.

The storm in the sky became more and more intense, and the swirling clouds of the blizzard swept across the black cracks from time to time, which was terrifying, and the entire Nibelungen was at its limit.

The elemental turbulence caused by the short-lived battle before has completely destroyed the "load bearing" of this place, and the collapse is only a matter of time. Before that, He should have more important things to worry about.

Like the boy stumbling out of the taiga in the distance.

The huntress noticed that the girl's eyes were no longer on her, so she looked back and saw the child who should have been hidden by herself stepping into the chaotic snow.

The boy and the girl both have golden pupils like molten iron.

"Will there be trouble?" the huntress said softly, looking at the little boy.

He didn't answer, just looked at the boy with disturbing affection and wantonness in his eyes.

And the boy's eyes saw the most primitive, soul-shaking violence.

What happened between them?I don't know, the huntress has no way of knowing the story between them.

Because those stories are the secrets that happened in the port named Black Swan Harbor, and that secret was also buried in the ten-thousand-year ice layer along with the grand explosion.What happened before, after, and what has not happened yet are also stories that will be told in the future.

The sky of the vast coniferous forest finally shattered at this moment, and another Siberian snowfield appeared in the ravine in the sky. Tens of millions of billions of tons of avalanches fell from the sky, filling and destroying everything.

(End of this chapter)