Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

The white figure of "Living Spirit" suddenly froze.

Staring at those scarlet eyes, it felt a twinge of pain in its mental body.

The silent power of death comes from afar with the fishy wind, and the instinct derived from consciousness is constantly warning it!

Emotions that had only been captured in other people before, but had never been truly experienced, now enveloped the "living spirit".

That emotion is called "fear".

"How can it be?"

Looking up at the figure on the mountain of corpses, "Living Spirit" felt ridiculous for his own thoughts.

As a "living spirit" created by the "king" himself, how could it be afraid of weak humans?

"Human, no, you can't be human, who the hell are you?!"

"Living Spirit" looked at the figure and roared in a low voice: "You can't kill me. If you are willing, I can cooperate with you and give you more powerful power."

Its tone was full of confidence and vigilance for threats.

"Living spirit? Does it also belong to the category of alchemy?"

The figure looked down at it and said coldly: "Okay, since you are so confident, let's do a little experiment."

As he spoke, a violent crimson aura slowly lingered around him, and the originally white robe was gradually dyed blood red.

Gudu! Gudu! !

The sea of ​​blood under his feet suddenly boiled, and a shrill scream like an evil ghost poured into his ears, making the "living spirit" feel uncontrollable heart palpitations and fear.

The next moment, the scarlet color in the figure's eyes flickered slightly.

Poof! !

The "living" right arm was like a dismantled building block, suddenly broken from the shoulder.

This strange scene also revealed his shocked mood swings.

"what happened?"

But this is just the beginning.

Poof!

The left leg is separated from the body.

Poof! Poof! Poof! !

Several cracks appeared on the "living" spiritual body, making it look like a dismantled doll.

Snap! Snap!

The moment it came back to its senses, its broken limbs fell to the ground, but its body was strangely fixed in mid-air.

White spiritual particles shot out from every crack, instantly turning it into a human being without arms or legs.

The blood mist surrounding him turned into rain.

Wash its body, suck its blood, squeeze its spirit, and crush its reason.

It's like having a pair of invisible hands wringing out a wet towel.

"Ahhhh!!"

The tearing feeling that twisted the soul instantly filled the "living spirit", making it unable to help but let out a burst of extremely miserable screams.

This strange ability to interfere with the soul causes its "spirituality" to gradually escape.

Even though its recovery speed is fast enough to offset most of the lost "spirituality", it is also gradually "dying".

"Huh? That's interesting."

A trace of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, but it soon turned into a look of amusement: "It seems to be a very strong toy."

It overlooks the "living souls" struggling under the mountain of corpses.

He raised his arm on his leg and stretched out an index finger to wipe it lightly.

The next moment, a bloodstain appeared between the eyebrows of "Living Spirit".

This tiny bloodstain was even thinner than a hairline.

But when the blood stains spread deeper, the deep white "brain" was seen.

This hellish mountain of blood and corpses seemed to blur for a moment.

The blood stain also seemed to be stuck by something, stagnating at the position where the "brain" was about to be seen.

"Tsk, what a troublesome guy."

As if he heard something, the man suddenly lost interest in the toys in front of him and lazily retracted his fingers.

"Now is not the time. In that case, just indulge in it."

After saying that, the sea of ​​​​blood surged up and set off huge waves, which seemed to connect with the gray sky.

"you……"

Looking up at the sweeping wave of blood sea, the "living spirit" consciousness became more and more horrified.

As an alchemical creation that has mastered some "spiritual" power, it can become a spiritual state and invade and hide in other people's consciousness.

This method of concealment is very tricky. Unless one has a will as strong as steel, or has some special means, it will be difficult to expel it from consciousness.

However, if you are really drowned by the sea of ​​blood that symbolizes "spirit"...

Even if it doesn't really die, its consciousness will be completely wiped out and it will turn back into a "tool" again!

"No, no, I finally woke up. I don't want to turn back into a tool without independent consciousness!"

"Living Spirit" collapsed on the deck in fear, staring at the scarlet waves in front of him.

In a trance, it seemed to see an indescribable shadow looming in the upside-down sea of ​​blood, like the front and back of a mirror.

It is foam, it is the waves floating on the surface, it is the tall blood mountain reaching the sky, it is the giant pillar connecting the sky.

That was...a white-haired girl with an expressionless face.

"Living Spirit" seemed to have seen something incredible, and his originally horrified tone instantly turned into crazy fear.

"It's not... a 'dead' wreckage at all!"

"'King'...why?"

At the end of its consciousness, it saw the figure on the mountain of corpses looking down at itself and sneered: "What a pity, it's the best experimental material."

Meanwhile, outside the spiritual world.

Chu Zihang's eyes, shining with golden light, stared coldly at Huang Yan and others at the end of the corridor.

The ferocity and warmth in his body that had not dissipated made the black-haired woman who tried to say something hesitate.

"'Living Spirit', 'Alchemy', that's what it is."

Chu Zihang heard Jiang Shouyun's whisper beside him, with a faint smile in his calm tone.

"Come on, it's time for us to leave."

Jiang Shouyun slowly opened his eyes. Without even looking at Huang Yan and the others, he put away the mask and turned around. He chuckled and said, "If you don't leave, you will have to ask us to compensate for the loss."

Hearing this, Chu Zihang was stunned and glanced at the "World Tree" logo on the black-haired woman's gun.

"Don't we interrogate them?"

He was still obsessed with Kassel College and was unwilling to give up the clue that came to him.

"We can't carry the mess here." Jiang Shouyun picked up the exhausted Su Xiaoqiang and said softly, "And if they are smart enough, they will definitely come to us."

After saying that, he stepped on the window and jumped out.

Seeing this, Chu Zihang had no choice but to pick up the unconscious Lu Mingfei, and jumped out without hesitation before the footsteps rushed behind him.

"Wait a minute! You..."

The brunette's hand reached out to him, but it was empty.

Watching the two figures disappear into the night, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly and she murmured in a low voice: "You are leaving, and you are taking me with you. How can I explain this to the principal?"

at this time.

Like the always-late police in a movie, the piercing roar of the helicopter comes from far to near.

The expressions of the brunette and Huang Yan turned cold at the same time.

"You know what to say and what not to say, right?" The black-haired woman glanced at Huang Yan behind her and whispered, "You orthodox have to give us an explanation this time."

"You don't need to remind me, that's what I meant."

Huang Yan wiped the blood on her face and sneered: "Come to think of it, those fat old men don't care about bleeding once. As for those few people..."

"The eagle and the beast are destined to be unwilling to be locked up in a cage. Now the clan that is rotten to the core does not welcome them."