The beginning of the dragon race on the Maybach

Chapter 307 Syrah: Someone Unlimited Bullets!Or the Philosopher's Stone bullet!
Silas glared at the night watchman, but there was still a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

"Why, that's just a son of A-level blood. He didn't inherit any of your advantages at all, and even hated you very much. Why did you give up what you dreamed of for such a human being? Or for something else? For all mankind ?”

"For the sake of all mankind? Then you are wrong, I am the kind of person who is drunk today, and the well-being of mankind and the future of the world have nothing to do with me?" My girl... and my son, otherwise I should go to every corner of the world with my character."

"Speaking of Manstein... as a father and son we have nothing in common, it's a little bit of a struggle to stand together for a photo, he's starting to bald, and I'm still wearing a flowered handkerchief around my neck like a cowboy. I know He blames me in his heart, and the relationship can't be said to be harmonious, let alone the relationship between father and son. After all, I didn't accompany him and Martha when he was young..."

"Speaking of Martha, she has a nice boobs, but to me as a bull, she's just a heifer I've knocked down. I don't even know how many women I've had , Martha is definitely not my favorite, and Manstein's birth is also the result of contraceptive failure."

"You know, I have done countless heartless and unjust things to women back then, and I was indifferent to seeing a woman who liked me jump off a high tower and splash blood everywhere... because I always have a fear , I don’t feel like a human being... I walked among the crowd, and I felt like a wolf walking among sheep. With my bloodline advantage, I can easily conquer anyone, and no rules can bind me. A planet full of lambs and I'm the only wolf here, I can eat whatever I want, I can do whatever I want, I don't love women, because in my eyes those women, no matter how beautiful or attractive, are just a sheep I'm enjoying That's all."

Sira stared and sneered: "This is the sorrow of blood brought by a powerful bloodline, just like we look at you humans, so you should join us instead of rebelling against us for your son who has a bad relationship, right? "

The night watchman ignored Silla, but continued to talk to himself, like a believer who confessed to God, wanting to reveal all the things that have been hidden deep in his heart for these years.

"I've heard about his experience as a child, following Martha to move around in a 1963 second-hand station wagon, and Martha even had to endure some men's molesting in order to have a job to earn money to support him. And because he moved so often, he had no friends, and was often bullied by the local bad boys, and even forced my son to pee on him in the alley together!"

The night watchman slapped the coffee table with his palm, and Nanmu's coffee table split into pieces instantly.

"Back then there was supposed to be a father to help him teach those bastards a lesson, but I was supposed to be rolling around in some heifer's bed, and when Martha was sick he was acting weird because of the blood, He was imprisoned in a children's psychiatric hospital and endured beatings, scolding and electric shocks from doctors and nurses every day..."

"And after meeting him, how much I wanted to make up for him, make up for the fatherly love I didn't give him in those years, but I didn't know how to get along with him. He is my son, but I am ashamed of him, so I started Pretending to be crazy, giving him toys, helping him fry eggs, paying the rent for him, writing him a recommendation letter for promotion, giving him a make-up adult ceremony, calling him a group of beautiful girls, inviting him to watch the girls' swimming competition... But He just poured wine over my head and shut the door and told me to fuck off."

"It stands to reason that I should be angry, but I dare not be angry. I suddenly became cautious, and I began to care about a person's emotions. For this reason, I carefully observed him. For this reason, I can be humble. I don't know. Why did I become like this when I have a subspecies-level bloodline?"

The night watchman sighed, took a sip of his cigar, and said with emotion: "In the end, I finally understood that no matter how powerful a father is, he can lie down on the ground and act as a horse for his son in order to make his son happy. Hooves. For the first time in my life, I felt chained, not by some rules, but by my son."

How many years have I lived? 80 years? 100 years? 150 years?It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten it myself. I thought that a heterogeneous person like myself would be alone all my life, but I didn’t expect that I would actually have a family like a normal human being. Although there was only one bald son in the family, my fear over the years suddenly disappeared. Dissipated, I felt joyful. The night watchman smiled, a flash of memory and happiness flashed in his eyes.

"Manstein is a smart man, he knows how to protect himself in the power struggle of human beings, but he can't face dragons... So what I have to do is to win this war between man and dragon, and give him a In a world where I can live freely!"

A lava-like crimson golden light flowed in the night watchman's eyes, and as the night watchman stomped the ground with his left foot, the floor and walls were lifted by a burst of golden light, revealing the structure inside.

Under the floor and walls, there is another layer of bronze floor and walls. Grooves are etched on the hard bronze ground. Green water flows in the grooves, like intertwined lines extending in all directions.These gentle water flows are like a lush vine tree, branching and then converging, and finally merge into the silent lake in front.

If you look down from the top, you will find that there are endless symbols hidden in the entangled branches of the vine tree, densely intertwined with the branches, forming a perfect circular totem, surrounding the small lake.

Alchemy matrix!

The night watchman set up this alchemy matrix before Sira moved into the room in the ice cellar!
This is not an offensive or defensive alchemy matrix, nor is it a confusing maze, but a seal.

This small alchemy matrix is ​​connected to the sealed alchemy matrix that surrounds the entire "ice cellar", and that alchemy matrix is ​​connected to the strengthened alchemy matrix that the night watchmen use to strengthen their own words and disciplines. The alchemy matrix echoes and connects with each other, concentrating all the power in this room. The branches of those vine trees create domains with symbols and elements, forming an unprecedented alchemy matrix.

In the space where the bronze is the earth, time seems to be frozen, even the air is a little frozen, the aura and coercion of Silas are dropping sharply, and his power is being greatly weakened by this alchemy matrix.

As the contemporary Nicholas Flamel, although the Night Watchman is an out-and-out scum, he is definitely worthy of the honorary title of "Terrible Flamel" in terms of alchemy.

The effect of this unprecedented alchemy matrix has weakened the blood of a first-generation species to the level of a second-generation species in a short period of time, which is almost the same level as the night watchman.

"Do you think you can defeat me at the same strength level? Who gave you such confidence, a potbellied human being?"

Sila stood there quietly with her head down, dazzling thunder and lightning flowed all over her body. His pupils were no longer the noble golden color, but the blazing white of the electric light overwhelmed the golden color.The dust in the air shone brightly due to the high degree of ionization, and from time to time, slender arcs pierced the air, making a hissing sound.

Word Ling Indra!
The night watchman who maintains the operation of this alchemy matrix can no longer use the word spirit and commandment to suppress Silla at the same time. At the same time, the disappearance of the word spirit and commandment is also a signal for help sent by the night watchman to Angers and Eva.

The night watchman looked at Sira, who looked like a Thunder Emperor, and was a little surprised at the power of Yanling Indra.

No one in the secret party has seen this Yanling named after the "God" in Hinduism, Sakyattihuan Indra, for many years, just like the words of Yanling Black Sun and Yanling Judgment The concept is the same, only a text description.

In his eyes, Sira at this moment is like a sword shining with thunder, and the description of "the sun incarnated as thunder rising in the sky at noon, taking away the light of the sun god" in the bard's mouth is not at all true. Not exaggerating.

The night watchman stretched his hand to his waist, and a Colt revolver appeared in his hand.

As a former cowboy, he naturally has his own gun, and this gun is only ten years younger than him.

This is the world's first Colt revolver designed by Samuel Colt in 1834 and made by mechanic John Pearson himself. Although it is an antique in 177 years, it is the one Cowboys and officers of the era could blow a year-round crown.

boom! boom! boom!
boom! boom! boom!
The night watchman raised his gun and swept across, six dark red bullets with brass bottoms spit out from the center of the gun in an instant, blocking Silla's position from six angles, no matter which direction Silla dodged, he would be hit by at least one bullet. hit.

Sira stared at the warheads of the six bullets. The dark red color was not paint, but pieces of carved dark red spar.

The ultimate achievement of alchemy cannot be stopped by the power of elements, and it is enough to kill the sharp weapon of the first generation, the Philosopher's Stone Bullet!
But Sila calmly grabbed the metal recliner that was used to restrain Him before and blocked it in front of her, only heard the crisp sound of tinkling, and the dark red crystal powder fell from the metal recliner, Xian All the warheads of the Stone of the Dead bullet shattered.

"How could you make such a mistake?"

Sira grinned, threw down the metal recliner, and made a slight noise from the bones all over her body. She roared and punched, like an old boxer with a through-arm fist, and accurately hit the night watchman in the abdomen, and three thunderous bangs came out. Shock.

Three punches in a row, carrying shadows of Muay Thai, Aikido and Huaxia boxing, calm and powerful, the night watchman's waist and limbs twitched slightly, like an epileptic patient who had a sudden onset of epilepsy.

Those three punches didn't actually hit the night watchman's abdomen, but every time they were about to touch his abdomen, short and intense white lightning burst out, and those three thunderous shocks really It was the sound of thunder and lightning.

That was the lightning strike of Yanling Indra!

Sila fired three extremely powerful lightning strikes with a very small range. A few tenths of a second before the night watchman's abdomen touched his fist, a powerful electric current penetrated from his abdomen, instantly paralyzing him The waist and abdomen muscles of the night watchman converged to his heart, and the confluence formed a critical blow, enough to burn the heart of an adult rhinoceros.

That is to say, the night watchman has the next-generation bloodline and inhuman physical fitness, plus countless super cells similar to nanomachines are quickly repairing his body. If it were an A-level student, he might be killed by lightning in an instant. died.

After quickly swinging three punches, Sira withdrew her fists and retreated to her waist, panting slightly. She seemed to be dignified and upright, with strict laws.

Although it was only three punches, condensing the thunder and lightning on the fist in an instant would consume a lot of mental and physical strength. Even if he was only suppressed to the next generation level, he would still need to take a few breaths.

boom! boom! boom!
boom! boom! boom!
There were six more gunshots, and Silla was startled. He couldn't allow him to think too much. He picked up the metal recliner he had just dropped with his left foot and threw it into the air. He curled up sideways behind the metal recliner, almost Then he narrowly avoided the six bullets.

Without the slightest hesitation, the night watchman took out six dark red bullets from the tactical belt around his waist, and loaded them skillfully and quickly.

There is no doubt that those are six Philosopher's Stone bullets!
The corner of the night watchman's mouth was slightly raised, and he lifted the denim jacket, revealing the tactical belt full of Philosopher's Stone bullets.

Sila's eyes widened, and the corners of her mouth twitched. Even if he lived for thousands of years, he had never seen human beings so arrogant.He glanced at the metal recliner that had been pierced with a hole, and remained silent.He was actually a little lucky, because the night watchman used an old Colt revolver instead of a machine gun.He had no doubt that if the night watchman was holding an M249 squad machine gun loaded with Philosopher's Stone bullets, he would shoot at himself like he didn't want money.

The night watchman took a few steps back and distanced himself from Sira.

He doesn't mind continuing to consume like this with Silla, he has brought hundreds of Philosopher's Stone bullets, and he is not afraid of a war of attrition at all.

This is the greatest heritage of the lineage of "Nicolas Flamel" besides alchemy.

As one of the few alchemists in the world who can refine the Philosopher's Stone, Nicholas Flamel of all generations has extracted a large amount of Philosopher's Stone from the corpses of many subspecies.Moreover, Nicholas Flamel has a hobby and duty in all dynasties, that is, to visit the tombs of the dragon race and the tombs of the mixed races, and search for the ancient tombs of the great kings in history and the ancient tombs of the second-generation and third-generation species. Countless Philosopher's Stones and alchemy items.

Although the bullets made from the Philosopher's Stone are not as powerful as the Philosopher's Stone bullets made from the Dragon Bone Cross of the first generation, they are still deadly to the first generation!

He still has hundreds of bullets from the Philosopher's Stone, and the only hard object in the room that can be used by Silla to block the bullets of the Philosopher's Stone is the metal recliner that has been pierced with several large holes!

boom! boom! boom!
boom! boom! boom!
"Come on bastard, I could spend the whole day with you!"

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