Dragons: Reboot the New World

Chapter 191 Scene 136 Haven’t you heard of the Flame Dragon Slayer’s Dark Killing Flame Demon Sword?
Lu Mingfei stood in the void above Cassel Manor, looking down at the battle situation coldly.

"My lord." Someone came up behind him.

"Holmes? Watt?" Lu Mingfei looked back and asked, "When did you come?"

"When the plane took off, we stood at the tail of the plane." Holmes stood beside Lu Mingfei, his eyes pierced through the layers of drizzle and stopped at the boy named Chu Zihang, "Has it started yet?"

"Yes." Lu Mingfei said lightly, "It has already started."

In the blink of an eye, his majesty like a monarch collapsed, and he scratched his head in a dejected manner, "But you are a majestic first-generation drone... I feel embarrassed for you."

"The Lord is joking." Watt also looked at the boy, "Do you really think that such behavior is meaningful? If I read it correctly... it should be Jormungandr, right? It would be unavoidable to be together with humans. It’s so ridiculous.”

"Li Wuyue thought so too." Lu Mingfei nuzzled his lips in the direction of the dragon, "But when he thought about being buried in the cellar, he didn't even come up with a reason."

"That boy's title should not be underestimated..."

"His name is not that boy, his name is Chu Zihang, and he is also my senior brother." Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"You... seem to be different from before." Watt was not afraid, but laughed.

"It's indeed different. If it were the me before, I would have dragged you down and tortured you long ago. How could you have had the chance to whisper in my ear?"

"Then I'll offend you a little more. Have you reconciled with yourself?"

Lu Mingfei said nothing, but quietly stared at the battlefield below.

"It seems you still need some time." Watt sighed, "Speaking of which, this should be the first time I talk to you. Maybe we should talk about some lighter topics."

"No, it's fine as it is." Lu Mingfei shrugged, "I'm quite concerned about one thing. Don't you have confidence in Jörmungandr? Or... do you think I lost the bet?"

"I don't dare." Watt said respectfully, "I'm just curious."

"Jörmungandr, the legendary worldly python, what a great being, but a hybrid broke into his heart."

"You can't tell for sure." Lu Mingfei cast his gaze into the distance again, "After all, humans are very cunning creatures."

"cunning?"

"For example, in the world of dragons, can one dragon open his heart to another dragon casually? Obviously not, otherwise we wouldn't have such nonsense as "Blood Mourning". "

"But humans can, easily, reveal scenery that dragons have not experienced in millions of years."

"This is an unprecedented experience for dragons."

"Is it because of curiosity?" Watt was still a little confused, "Is Jörmungandr curious about Chu Zihang?"

"If you said that at the beginning of the story, it's true. The reason was curiosity." Lu Mingfei said softly, "But have you ever thought about the purpose of staying with him for the next six years?"

"I can't understand." Watt lowered his head humbly, "I'm just a blacksmith and know nothing about emotions."

"because of love". Lu Mingfei said word by word, "Just wait, the two of them will usher in the moment of sublimation." "

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"Congratulations on the completion of your evolution. For thousands of years, we have not believed that hybrids can evolve into purebloods on their own. This violates the taboos of blood. How did you break through the taboos?"

The dragon's voice was cold, "I am very interested in these samples of yours, but according to the regulations of the Presbyterian Council... of course you won't know... the road to becoming a god was blocked after the death of the Black King, so I can only ...Kill you.”

"The road to becoming a god? Do you think dragons are gods, and humans are just ants like untouchables? Kill me? Can you do it?" Lu Shanyan asked.

"What distinguishes ants from the divine is power." The dragon said softly, "Do you think you have stolen the power of God? It's still far, far, far away..."

"It's as far as the distance between heaven and earth!" The dragon roared shrilly, and in an instant, it enveloped Lu Shanyan and the others.
The realm that was already like an iron wall expanded again, and the mercury vapor rolled towards them, and tooth-like protrusions appeared in the steam, as if there were some substantial swords hidden in the dense steam, and they advanced slowly. , wrapped in dense white air, attacked the three people from all directions.

"Do you think I'm being defensive?" Lu Shanyan smiled, "You just woke up and don't understand me. Do you understand that I am a revolutionary?"

"Revolutionary Party?" Long Lei's voice was filled with confusion.

"People like us want to destroy something wrong. If there is a mountain in front of us, we will climb the mountain. If there is the sea in front of us, we will cross the sea. If there is the palace in front of us, we will fire!" Lu Shanyan roared, "We have nothing!" Never get defensive!”

"Caesar, right? Come together!"

The high-pitched and majestic chant came from the depths of Lu Shanyan's throat. This time he chanted as majestic as a military order, and the dragon-transformed body spit out a sound that shook the air.

"No need for you to remind me." Caesar sneered and sang the same song.

The iron wall composed of two blood-sucking scythes rose rapidly, like the rise of a tornado. The higher it went, the denser the scythes and weasels became, and the thinner the tornado became.

When it reached its peak, the Kamamaita Dance collapsed, with countless fragments, each of which was a ferocious Kamitatsu. They dived from high places in all directions, and collided with those dangerous swords.

Invisible blood splashed in the void. The sickle weasels blocked the advancement of the swords with their bodies. The other sickle weasels did not retreat because of the death of their companions. They penetrated into the highly toxic mercury vapor to find prey.

""Word Spirit: Eyes of the Wind King"! "Xia Mi took action, and strong winds whipped up on the field, whistling towards the dragons.

The mercury vapor was pressed to the dragons and turned into a ball, and the vampire scythes took a step further.

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Menike Kassel stood in the endless heavy rain. The tip of the Atkan sword drooped. The blood flowing along the blade was quickly diluted by the rain, and it was already slightly pink when sprinkled on the ground.

Meineke is still smiling because he didn't suffer any loss.

The moment the opponent stabbed him, he chopped off the heads of five military attachés with one knife, and shot five silver bullets into the skull cavity without bleeding.

Under the influence of silver poison, the skin color of these headless military attachés quickly turned into a leaden-gray color. After the corpses stood for about ten seconds, they fell weakly, and the blood flowed out from the fractures, dyeing the entire body red. ground.

Killing five with one sword made Meineke proud. He has always been a proud young man.

There are seven military attaches left, as well as the man who injured Meniek. Menieke has still not been able to see the man's face clearly. The man mingled in the crowd and attacked four times, each time with a knife, and every time Menieke was hit. Caused almost fatal trouble.But Meineke couldn't see his face clearly.

Meineke regretted a little. If he had given up killing five military attachés, he might have been able to hurt his opponent.

Wounding him with a knife is more valuable than killing five military attachés, right?Because he alone...maybe as good as fifty military attachés!
Deadpools are gathering from all directions, all Germans, wearing different clothes, with different body types, genders and ages. Only one thing is completely the same, and it is this thing that shows that they are the same type of people, or, the same. The existence of class beyond common sense.

Everyone's eyes were shining with a faint golden light, gorgeous and strange, as if pairs of golden fireflies were flying in the darkness.

They surrounded the carriage tightly, blocking the road, but did not attack.

Maybe he was waiting for an opportunity, or maybe he didn't dare, because a thin figure stood beside the coachman, with one hand on the coachman's shoulder and the other hand holding a flintlock gun.

The luxurious coat on his body was soaked, as if he were wearing armor, and his silver hair was messy in the violent storm.But he was not messy, he was as fierce as a lion, his old face was covered with rainwater, and he held a pure silver bullet in his slightly bared teeth.

Viscount Charlotte, the great German banker, or the famous "Silver Wing" in the mixed race world.

"Do any of you still remember me? For an old guy like me, almost all humans who can remember me are dead, but Deadpool can live for many years... This is good! It feels good to be remembered!" Viscount Luo laughed, "Remember how I shot your fellow tribesmen to hell one by one!"

Meineke was surprised to see the awe in the eyes of the dead waiters, and also saw the old man's heyday. The dead waiters summoned by the ancient dragon's awakening did remember Viscount Charlotte, and his extremely impressive field. In the era when he was rampaging across Europe as the number one assassin of the secret party, everyone in Deadpool knew about him.

"Word Spirit·Snap".

After the invention of a revolver that could fire continuously, Viscount Charlotte was still able to become famous with a flintlock gun that required separate filling of gunpowder and projectiles because of his innate ability to speak spiritually.

For him, time can be magnified dozens of times, and he can complete loading in only a few tenths of the time.

"It's really troublesome." Viscount Charlotte put down two more dead waiters and filled the flintlock guns with bullets. "There are too many dead waiters. I can't handle them alone."

"How about we come to support you?" someone said above him.

Viscount Charlotte looked up in surprise. Fingel fell from the sky and chopped down several dead attendants beside the carriage.

"Is it you?" Viscount Charlotte showed excitement in his words and shouted into the carriage, "Karl, how many people are there on the other side?"

"On September 1900, 09, the lizard bones woke up during the dissection, and the first or second generation species were immediately attacked by a premeditated attack. As of this record..."

In the carriage, Marquis Gambert glanced at the gold "Audemars Piguet" pocket watch and recorded the time at that time, "01:23:45 in the morning, the battle is still going on. Our side is not prepared enough. The number of the opponent is about five hundred, dead. If the waiter appears, the opponent may include a pureblood."

His hands were trembling. After taking a breath on the Pelikan pen that had been with him for more than ten years, he continued to write. His heart was beating wildly. The famous pen with a platinum alloy tip fell heavily on the paper. astringent.

"Karl?" He heard his old friend calling him.

"I'm recording! Even if we die here tonight, we should restore the truth to future generations!" Marquis Gambert said loudly.

"How many Deadpools are there?"

"A rough estimate is five hundred, there must be more."

Viscount Charlotte's eyes dimmed again in the blink of an eye.

Five hundred...a desperate number. With Fingel's knife and his two guns, they couldn't kill them all until dawn, and the master among the military attaches was staring at them eagerly.

"Hello, beauty." Fingel turned around and said hello to a certain place while he was slashing the valet, "Long time no see."

After a moment, the faint black smoke seemed to be blown away by the wind, and a girl in a black tights appeared in front of him. She had super long legs, a super thin waist, a faint blush between her eyebrows, and two straight-edged short knives at her waist. .

"Yanling·Mingzhao".

"How did you know I was here?" she asked with interest, chewing bubble gum.

"I am a beauty radar. As long as there is a beauty nearby, I will definitely feel it. Moreover, Miss Mai's figure will be unforgettable for the rest of my life once I see it." Fingel chuckled mischievously, "I will recognize her even if she turns to ashes."

"Glib tongue." Mai rolled her eyes, "Sanwu girl, come out to work."

A petite girl with white-blond hair walked out from behind Mai's tall body. When she walked past Mai, she took the Glock tied to her leg.

"Copy that." Ling jumped into the car and stood back to back with Viscount Charlotte.

"What the hell, Zero?" Fingel was stunned, "You, you, you, you and her are the same group?"

"Don't be so surprised." Mai smiled charmingly and said something that he couldn't understand, "Soon you will be with us,"

Fingel scratched his head and chopped off the head of a Deadpool who came over, "What do you mean?"

"Literally." Mai said, tying her long black hair into a high ponytail and pulling out two small swords. "Why don't we talk about how we can get out of trouble?"

"Just chop it off!" Fingel wanted to show off his authority in front of the beautiful woman, so he waved Murasame and rushed towards the group of dead waiters.

"Idiot." Mai Shutoku curled her lips.

After cutting down dozens of them, Fingel stopped and held on to a tree, breathing heavily. Behind him, there was a sea of ​​people surrounded by Deadpools.

""Word Spirit·Snap". "

In an instant, the deadpools closest to Fingel were shot in the head. Zero's golden eyes flashed, and the Glock in his hand was smoking.

She used "Mirror Eyes" to copy Viscount Charlotte's speech spirit.

"It's a pity that Chu Zihang is not here." Mai looked a little embarrassed, "Otherwise our Sanwu Niu'er could copy his "Jun Yan", which is a powerful weapon for group damage. "

"Oh, let me help you." Fingel groped in his pants pocket, took out a KFC paper bag, and put it on his head, "Miss Mai, don't worry, this handsome guy has a clever plan."

"Oh? What's the clever idea?" Mai pretended to be confused, but couldn't help but say, "The KFC paper bag is your true body, right?"

Fingel pulled up the Murasame stuck in the ground.

He swung the knife, and the mirror-like Murasame suddenly turned black in his hand. The black light of the knife greatly extended the length of the blade. A long knife with a twisted blade and a weird shape appeared in his hand. The next moment, the blade appeared in his hand. Black flames rose up, and any rainwater that came close to it was instantly evaporated.

Although it was not the first time she saw it, Mai Shutoku was still surprised by the brutality and violence of the sword.

The expression on that indifferent man's face was probably that he had just opened a Swiss Army knife to cut fruit.

"That's..." Zero was seeing him for the first time, and he rarely took the initiative to speak.

"The Dark Killing Balrog Knife," Fingel stuffed a cigar into the hole in the KFC bag and lit it. "Have you never heard of the Dark Killing Balrog Knife of the "Fire Dragon Slayer"? "

"Then you are really a little ignorant, sister!" After saying that, he jumped out and chopped the ground in front of him with one knife.

(End of this chapter)