Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

"Hold the knife, it is the key that can help you finally find the truth." Ange shook his shoulders, and the ocher hunting jacket was shaken off in the oncoming strong wind, and was fluttering and swept into the abyss.

Although there were heavy rains in all directions from the sky to the ground, Chu Zihang felt as quiet as death, and he could only hear the heavy breathing one after another in the rain curtain.

The black figures who stood up from the pool of water lowered their heads. They were wearing rotten armor, and the armor was covered with dark wind cloaks. They were carrying rusty weapons. The hands holding the weapons were pale and withered. Some were as tall as giants, and some were as tall as giants. And deformed like a demon.

From left to right, golden pupils lit up one after another under the hood of the wind cloak. The pupils were like flickering flames, and the hearts like war drums roared from far to near. The heroic spirits silently raised their heads and stared at the intruders from the darkness. The trespassers of the Kingdom of God.

"What's the truth?" Chu Zihang took out two pieces of film from his eyes and threw them into the rain, his burning golden pupils exposed to the storm.

I don't know how many black shadows were born in the rain, like stretching mountains. The entire mountain range is composed of pale and dry flesh, decayed armor, and black cloaks fluttering in the wind. There is no end that can be seen forward, and no end can be seen behind. The end.

But the heroic spirits silently lined up on both sides, and the middle part of the elevated road was exposed. Countless pairs of golden eyes illuminated the long, narrow road. At the end of the long road was Odin.

The puppet controlled by the mask sat on the back of a monster-like horse like a real ancient god, holding a curved spear.

The weapon pointed diagonally at the ground, with dazzling lightning lingering on it, like a group of writhing snakes.

Odin's sight is still as mottled as before, maybe it's the years, maybe it's something else, in short, something has left a rust-like substance on the armor, and the dark blue wind cloak is also decayed, but burning The magnificent light, the light Angre and Chu Zihang saw just now was emitted from the wind cloak.

The shattered deadwood-like mask faced this direction, with lava-colored light emitting from the eye holes and mouth holes.

The rain curtain had no way of touching the god played by Chu Tianjiao. His whole body was so hot that it was almost burning. Hot air waves evaporated from the giant-like body, immediately evaporating all the rainwater, like a sea wave. The mist came up and obscured the eight-legged horse.

Sleipnir stood quietly. After a few seconds, the beast snorted heavily, stepped on the ground with its front hooves, and its golden eyes slowly opened in the mist.

"A lot, I can't explain it for a while, and there are some things that you need to discover by yourself." Angers moved his wrists, and the old guy's face was actually able to show a smile at this time, but his pupils showed a terrifying look. There are stars shining in the depths of the golden, iron-gray lake, and all the stars gather together to form an exploding nebula.

"By the way, Minamoto asked me to tell you something. He did help you find the origin of this knife. There was a priest who was nearly a hundred years old at the Kien Shrine in the mountains of Kobe who recognized Murasame. He was about 100 years old. Twenty years ago, a very beautiful woman kept the knife in the shrine for ten years. Ten years later, your father took it away." Angers said, he hesitated, "Yuan Zhisheng showed it to me. I found a photo of the girl and the knife from 20 years ago... It’s very interesting, guess who it is?”

"Who?" Chu Zihang asked.

He pulled the knife out of its sheath, the blade shining as clear as water.

Murasame didn't have a sword, but Chu Zihang thought it should be a pious sword.

There are only two types of swords in Japan that do not have a tantrum, one is the sword of the poor ronin, and the other is the sacred sword that worships gods.

But the material for casting this knife is recycled metal, and the poor ronin has no way of accessing this material that only exists in alchemy.

"Jovini." Angers said, "Let's go, the heroic spirits have made way for us to see the gods."

The principal casually rolled up his sleeves, revealing the head of a tiger on his right wrist, and the ghostly face of a yaksha on his right wrist, tattooed with indigo and cinnabar, looking ferocious and gorgeous.

This is a symbol of the power and status given to the highest-ranking tiger and yaksha in the Japanese underworld, Ange when he was in Japan. Chu Zihang has seen that period of history. In 1946, Angers came to Japan with the army as the leader of the secret party, and suppressed the unruly descendants of the White King with a force as fierce as a dragon, so that they could not hold their heads up for sixty years.

The heroic spirits all wore iron masks on their faces, and countless golden eyes filled with flames silently stared at Anger and Chu Zihang walking between them in the continuous rain.

But Chu Zihang had taken off the heroic spirit's mask and knew that underneath the mask was actually Deadpool's face.

Dead soldiers, as numerous as sand, stood silently on both sides, like a high, motionless wall.

"I don't know." Chu Zihang said coldly.

He stared at the god at the end of the road from a distance, feeling extreme sadness and hatred in his heart, but his heart actually became silent.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

But it doesn't matter, Dad, at least I really found you.

Even if we can no longer hold each other's hand after many years, even if we inevitably slash at each other with a knife after a moment of loss, at least my persistence is not meaningless.

"Of course you don't know her. She is an honorary alumnus of the college. When she was an undergraduate, her voice and blood were top secret. After graduation, her information was also transferred to the gray list." Ange's pair of blazing golden eyes flashed with a hint of secrecy. The look of memory, "She is Mingfei's mother."

Chu Zihang's footsteps paused heavily, and the water under his feet caused huge ripples.

He looked at Angers, his face expressionless, but there was a huge storm hidden under the solemn features.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Yes." Chu Zihang nodded, "My father is also on the gray list, right? He showed up in that city to watch something, otherwise a super executive like him would be slaying dragons all over the world."

Ordinary A-level people are not even qualified to stand in front of Odin, but that man can even draw a sword against the god.

"I can't tell you much, but Chu Tianjiao shoulders two important missions at the same time. He is responsible for guarding a box that can rewrite the history of the dragon clan and mankind, and at the same time protecting Lu Mingfei." Ange said, "Mingfei has probably never Come to think of it, I have always been a very important person, and we have always valued him."

"There are loopholes in your words..."

"That loophole is the truth you need to find. Zihang, don't ask, think too much. When you kill, you must eradicate the roots. When you escape, never look back." Ange squeezed Chu Zihang's shoulder. The old guy's body was so hot. It was like red-hot charcoal. Chu Zihang could hear the heartbeat of the one hundred and thirty-year-old man next to him. The heartbeat of the old man suddenly returned to its peak, even ten times and a hundred times higher than that of the young man. Shattered Angers chest.

"Mingfei's mother left a knife to your father. Your father guarded Mingfei until he grew up, like a farmer in the flower garden... Then Murasame must have some special meaning. I don't know, because I have been with him for a long time. Without seeing them, I probably won’t have a chance to know, so it’s something you have to figure out,” Angers said.

There was an explosion of bone reorganization in his body. Chu Zihang saw with his own eyes that Ange's already somewhat dry forearm became plump again, and the iron-green and pale colors intertwined and spread rapidly towards the end of the wrist, like someone's A strange poison was eroding his body.

Tiny fuzz penetrated from under the skin, like iron-green and pale moss growing on the surface of the skin. Then these fuzz grew rapidly and became open scales. The old man's body became dripping with blood, and the rain immediately evaporated on it. A sea-like fog arose.

Hot blood flowed along the new scales, and Ange's clothes were dyed red. Those scales closed and opened, opened and closed, and kept echoing in Chu Zihang's ears like the low roar of a cracking glacier.

Ange looked at Chu Zihang quietly. He slowly straightened his spine. Only then did Chu Zihang realize that the old man next to him had become so towering that it reminded people of a majestic evil ghost. His face changed. He was ferocious and majestic, with thin and dense white scales covering the hard facial bones, and he seemed to be wearing an ancient mask like Odin.

"Are you afraid?" Ange asked in a low voice. He could already look down at Chu Zihang, but the dragon's violence was not visible in his golden eyes. Instead, he was as calm as a windless lake.

Chu Zihang shook his head.

When he looked up at Anger's ferocious face, he could see all the rain falling from the heart of the sky. At the end of the rain were the clouds as tall as mountains.

"We can fight out." Chu Zihang said.

Ange's throat burst into laughter, and then all the scales on his body expanded to the extreme, and then suddenly tightened amidst the roaring sound, one after another.

"He is not your father anymore." Angers held the folding knife with Damascus steel's unique patterns all over the blade. It seemed to come alive in his hands. The blade burned with golden-red flames, and there was a faint sound of dragon roars. .

Green horny claws have replaced Angers hands, and now he is simply a humanoid dragon.

It's really reassuring, even more reassuring than being by Chu Tianjiao's side...

Chu Zihang breathed slowly, and Ange suddenly realized that there seemed to be a mad dragon quietly awakening in the boy's body.

Originally, this child was just a candle burning in the rain. As long as the wind was stronger, it would be extinguished. But as a certain extremely fast war drum sounded, the swaying candle was growing dozens of times or hundreds of times. It rises and turns into a blazing flame that reaches the sky!

Bloody iron-green scales slowly emerged from Chu Zihang's body. A huge amount of blood was pumped out of the body, and the muscles under the scales undulated like water.

Like Angers, Chu Zihang's knee joints were also turned upside down, forming some kind of insect-like structure.

In just a few seconds, Chu Zihang became the second guy here who was comparable to a humanoid dragon.

The violent blood started directly from the third degree. The body strengthened to the limit by the Nibelung Plan was pumping unparalleled power and strength from the powerful heart to the limbs and bones.

He bowed slightly, his unsheathed Murasame hitting the ground, his golden eyes as cold as ice.

Chu Zihang raised his face and felt that this world was really lonely and lofty. The person you had been looking for for many years suddenly appeared in front of you, but with such an appearance.

In the face of God.

"I know that in the end, I will just take his body back with me." Chu Zihang's voice was low, with a majestic aftertaste.

At the same time, a high-pitched chant sounded, and it turned out to be exactly the same dragon text, coming from the mouths of Odin, Anger and Chu Zihang.

They chanted Guao's language in a hissing voice, and the three almost identical areas rapidly expanded.

Everything in the field seemed to be still, but in fact everything had begun. The shadows were coming towards them from all directions like a tide, but the speed was so slow that it felt like a silent picture. The wind and rain also became sticky, and a giant-like heroic spirit tried to lift its hand, but its claws moved very slowly.

At the edge where the domains of time zero touch each other, a layer of air realm can be clearly seen, and then the air realm collapses, and the three domains merge with a bang.

Water splashed slowly under Chu Zihang's feet. He stepped out one second before Angers, and the village rain brought a dazzling arc of light, and the rain splashed into a circle. The knife made a miserable roar when it tore the sound, but the roar could not catch up with Chu Zihang's footsteps. When he stopped, he had already killed a bloody road in the tide-like shadows. Thick and fishy black blood spurted out from the necks and hearts of hundreds of heroes, but they all hovered in the air, like thick ink floating in the water.

This bloody road is not an escape, but a way to Odin.

In essence, Angers and Chu Zihang are the same kind of people. They have nothing, so they are not afraid of losing.

When people who are not afraid of death are attacked, their first reaction is not to flee like a dog, but to try to chop off the attacker's dog head!

But he was not the one who could fight against Odin. Only the principal could do it. Chu Zihang could barely get involved in this cruel war with the ability to use time zero given to him by the Ladon Project, but he was just the old man's guard.

At this time, the violent glow had enveloped Chu Zihang.

Odin's sky-blue cloak fluttered in the wind, and the eight-legged divine horse had appeared in front of Chu Zihang at some point. It snorted, and tiny pieces of lightning spewed out of its huge nostrils.

Only by observing it so closely could you see that Sleipnir was indeed a mythical monster. Its gorgeous long mane fell like a battle flag, and its muscles rose and fell like a tide under its scaly skin.

When Odin rode his horse, he brought rolling water with him. That was because he was so huge. After smashing the stagnant rain curtain, it was like raising a surging sea wave.

When he came to Chu Zihang, he was holding a huge sword on his back that was much more majestic than the door panel. When the huge sword was swung, the sound of the wind was as scary as the roar of a dragon.

Time Zero was much more powerful in Odin and the horse than in Chu Zihang. The face that looked a bit like him was almost within reach, and Chu Zihang realized that the glow illuminated his own shadow.

The ghostly shadow tore through the wind and rain curtain and surpassed Chu Zihang. The golden-red glow splashed like a blood-red rainbow!

The folding knife fiercely hit the giant sword that Odin had cut down in the water. The roar of the metal collision was like a mountain collapsing in Chu Zihang's ears. His auditory system was damaged in an instant, and the strong self-healing ability brought by the three-degree blood burst immediately repaired this damage.

The ghostly shadow flew back in the direction it came from at a faster speed!

Odin's power far exceeded Angers. The great power on the blade shook the dragon-like old man back, knocked away the groups of heroes, and finally stopped when it landed on the edge of the elevated road.

Odin rode his horse to chase, and after being smashed, he swung his sword again in the waterfall-like rain curtain, and the sword light was as dense as a meteor!

The heroes were like sculptures in the realm of zero-time superposition. Their pale limbs flew in the huge sword light. Everything along the way was crushed by Odin, like a mad dragon breaking free!

Anger stood up again in the rainstorm. His forearm was twisted. His bones should be broken, but such injuries were only recovered in an instant for him now. The sound of the bones reconnecting was like a series of firecrackers ringing in the human body.

"You are stronger than before. Is your strength recovering?" He whispered, "Such a big injury can be recovered to this extent in just twenty years..."

Odin did not respond. The flames of God will burn the mortals who transgress!

Anger's vocal cords let out a hoarse and deep roar. Blood-colored mist rose from his body. It was the blood-stained rain that was evaporated. Then the expensive clothes burned fiercely. Chu Zihang only had time to see the flames rise into the sky, and then saw the blue shadow leaping high from the flames.

The folding knife tore through the humid air like countless meteors. Angers fell to the ground like a cannonball, and countless half-meter-high water splashed under his feet. Because he was too fast, the next water splash bloomed before the previous one disappeared, until the last one was like a wave connected into a line.

This old guy didn't admit defeat, but continued to charge at Odin.

He was really a hero like St. George. Odin swung his sword silently, but the sword light was dense like raindrops. Angers always used his folding knife to hit the side of the giant sword, and the roar reminded people of the bronze bells in the temples in the mountains.

Chu Zihang looked at the man's profile that was looming in the cracks of the mask from a long distance, and he suddenly sighed deeply.

The raindrops were lifted up by the rotating storm and washed his whole body back and forth without stopping. The water walls around him squeezed over, and the gaps of the killed shadows had been filled. The hideous faces of the dead pools were right in front of Chu Zihang, squeezing forward one after another.

In fact, I should have known it long ago. How can a human be a match for a god? Seeing how hard the principal is dealing with it, he must be at the end of his strength, right?

It seems that Odin's giant sword didn't hit Ange, but the principal is a 130-year-old man after all. How can such an old man maintain the time zero domain for a long time?

What's more, he has entered a blood-spurting state.

Countless pairs of hard and sharp claws like cast iron have approached Chu Zihang's body from all directions, but he actually slowly closed his eyes in the metal roar that echoed the world.

The boy who has been pursuing this day for many years opened his arms, and the wind coming towards him seemed to be full of the smell of the sea.

The sun was setting in the depths of his consciousness, and darkness spread from the end of the sea, slowly drowning him in the polar night.

Chu Zihang felt as if he was about to forget who he was. He only remembered that there seemed to be a hint of sunset hidden deep in his soul forever. In the sunset, he was still a child, and the hem of the white dress beside him was flying like a blooming flower.

Violent blood...

Four degrees.

The last step on the road to becoming a god in the history of the Camarilla, the ultimate nightmare under gods, and the dance of killing immersed in dreams.

In the night with the roar of the waves, Chu Zihang slowly squatted down. That's it. He has worked hard. If he becomes a Deadpool, he will become a Deadpool. As long as he can...

revenge.

In the dream, someone stretched out his hand to hold Chu Zihang's shoulders while he was squatting. Those hands were warm and strong.

"I'm here to kill you, dad." Chu Zihang closed his eyes and sobbed softly.

The heroic spirits suddenly changed from silence to restlessness. They were actually afraid!

The child's heartbeat became faster and heavier, and finally turned into the sound of waves at the end of the sky and the sea. Even the gods trembled at the sound of waves!

When the golden eyes reopened, Chu Zihang had transformed into a human figure with a towering head amidst the wild waves. Only two blazing golden-red glows were embedded in his face whose facial features and expressions could not be seen clearly.

Golden-red light spread to the corners of his eyes and the scales on his face, like a river of fire flowing.

After four violent outbursts, Chu Zihang also obtained... prince-level golden-red pupils.

A deafening roar approached from behind. Odin held the sword in one hand and continued to stab Angers like a meteor, while the other hand held Kungunir hanging on the side of the horse's belly.

The Holy Spear of Destiny came back and roared slightly.

A dark divine sword drew a huge arc in the air, and the stagnant water wall was scattered. Murasame slashed down vertically with a cold arc, pointing directly at Odin's neck!

Angers roared low, and the folding knife was like lightning, and he also cut Odin's neck from the opposite direction.

But suddenly a huge sense of crisis enveloped the two of them from top to bottom, and both Chu Zihang and Ange had to withdraw their swords.

At the last moment, Kungunir bombarded Murasame, and the long knife was inserted diagonally into the ground in the distance, buzzing and trembling. Chu Zihang was half-kneeling on the ground, looking up, and his golden-red pupils reflected something wrapped in fierce light in the gray clouds like mountains.

Odin.

Another Odin.

"I am coming."

Shen Xiong's low roar and the sound of horse hooves echoed between heaven and earth. Chu Tianjiao put away his knife and gun, and rode his horse slowly to the other end of the elevated road.

The heroic spirits collapsed like rain, and the world suddenly became silent.

Only the fierce light that drives away the darkness in the clouds remains.

Chu Zihang's whole body trembled.

A hand gripped his wrist.

It's really strange. Ange clearly just held him, but injected endless power into his body. That power dissipated the ferocity and violence caused by the fourth degree of bloodshed. Chu Zihang turned to look into Ange's eyes. , I just feel that the world is vast and lonely.

"Remember what I told you?" said Angers.

"Remember, don't be too far, and don't be too close."

"That's not the case." Ange chuckled, "It's about never looking back when you run away."

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, with a child-like expression on his hard cheeks.

"I'm sorry I lied to you. In fact, you and I are both bait. We have known for a long time that there is more than one Odin. Mingfei has no way to deal with so many Dragon King-level opponents at the same time." Angers patted Chu Zihang's shoulder , "The White King's resurrection is Odin's conspiracy. I don't know what he wants, but as long as I can hold them back, Mingfei will not be attacked from both sides."

"It's not like we don't have a chance."

"We have no chance." Angers shook his head, "The power of that thing is recovering. The Odin of today is not comparable to the Odin of a year ago. The world has reached the edge of the abyss."

"I escaped once before, and I regretted it for many years, so I don't want to escape this time."

"If you die here, who will praise my story?" Angers said softly, "Mingfei said that I am a very naughty person. If I die like this in the Nibelungs, no one will know. Will Flamel say on the Night Watch forum that I had a cerebral thrombosis and died in the hospital?”

"Can--"

"You only have the chance to take revenge while you are alive. If you wanted to die, I would have died in Cassel Manor a hundred years ago." Angers said.

"But until today, principal, you still haven't completed your revenge." Chu Zihang said.

"Who said that?" Ange laughed. At this time, another Shen Xiong horse's hooves resounded throughout the world in the rain and fog in the distance. Chu Zihang held a knife and looked around, until he finally saw a huge black horse snoring out of the heavy rain. Get out.

It was so gorgeous, darker than the night, covered with silver armor, and a narrow halberd hung on the side of the horse's belly.

"Friedrich is dead, I just figured it out now." Angers stood in the rain. He turned around to face Odin in the sky and on the ground. There was a hint of madness in his eyes.

The horse stood next to Chu Zihang. The gold in its pupils was more intense than lava, but gentle and charitable, like an old man who was losing his memory, and like an ignorant child.

"It's called Wu Zhui, my friend, he helped me a lot." Angers stroked the long mane of the horse. Even though it was already as big as a giant, it still seemed small in front of the horse.

Odin's majesty was actually dispelled, and Chu Zihang turned to look at the two gods.

They hesitated.

When I turned back, Angers had disappeared. There was a knight in armor sitting upright on the horse. Behind the knight was a red cloak swaying in the wind and leaping like flames.

The high-pitched and majestic chant came from deep in the knight's throat. It was Anger's voice, but this time it was as majestic as the chanting of military orders, comparable to the sound waves exhaled by Odin's majestic body that made the air vibrate.

"Remember, don't look back when you are running for your life." Ange said softly. He lowered his head to look at Chu Zihang, but his facial features were shrouded in dazzling light.

"Were you the first generation to fight Odin that time?"

"You are asking such a question at this time..." Angers sighed, "Someone told me that the way you think about problems is like a dragon, so calm, but...it is indeed me."

"Okay." Chu Zihang nodded. He passed by Wu Zui who was walking gracefully and heavily. The black shadows in the water in front of him stood up again. There were countless heroes. There were also waves of heroic spirits running wildly on the high slopes further away. Diving.

"I will tell them what happened here, principal." Chu Zihang turned his head to look at the cheek shrouded in light for the last time. His heart ached slightly, knowing that starting from today, he would have to recall the things he needs to remember every night. One more item has been added.

"Zihang." Angers said.

Chu Zihang stopped.

"You and Susie are a perfect match. If you want to get engaged, just tell EVA. I have already signed the consent form in advance."

Angers said, before his voice could even finish, the sound of horse hooves had become as dense and manic as thunder in the sky.

The old man raised his halberd.

The muscles all over his body were bulging, undulating like water waves, and the high-pitched chanting was accompanied by strong winds tearing apart the clouds in the sky. The Nibelungs saw sunshine for the first time in the everlasting rainstorm.

It was dazzling and warm, and when it fell on the bodies of the heroic spirits, they howled loudly.

Chu Zihang touched the corners of his eyes. He was still in a state of violent bleeding and didn't know what it felt like to be sad.

But there were indeed tears in the corners of my eyes. (End of chapter)