Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Such tension is really daunting. The child ignited by anger is also burning with fierce light, and the god is also burning with fierce light. When the sword and the knife meet, the whole Nibelungen is shaking.

"Master..." Someone came forward with a knife and called in a low voice beside Caesar, but this boy, who somehow had a calm temperament, just stretched out a hand firmly and calmly, and made a gesture of silence.

Any half-blood knows what the air realm that appeared in front of them is.

It is a dangerous area. The edge of the area where the air meets the air is reddish gold because of the intense high temperature.

Caesar can be sure that Chu Zihang's characteristics have been integrated into this area. The Lionheart Club President's Word Spirit is kept confidential at a very high level in the academy, but as Caesar, he has always known how dangerous it is.

Before accepting the Nibelungen Plan, the Junyan released by Chu Zihang was comparable to a gas bomb released at close range, and the local temperature that could be applied to still objects was as high as 2,000 degrees Celsius. After accepting the Nibelungen Plan, although this guy's Word Spirit did not undergo earth-shaking changes like Caesar's sickle weasel, the increase in power was incredible.

Even when they were carrying out the mission of infiltrating Genji Heavy Industries together, Chu Zihang used blood burst when he was attacked by a prince-level dragon-shaped corpse guard. With a significant increase in bloodline, Junyan also had a tendency to continue to evolve into a higher-level Word Spirit.

Junyan was originally a high-risk Word Spirit determined by the academy. So far, it has not been determined whether the evolved form of this Word Spirit is the miraculous "Rhine" or the king's exclusive world-destroying Word Spirit "Zhulong", but no matter which one it is, as long as he is related to them, Chu Zihang in the blood burst state is like a small-yield human nuclear bomb.

The brilliant and fierce light, the breath of death that hit him, and the blood suppression that made any hybrid tremble, these were the characteristics of Odin known to the academy.

At this moment, even Caesar was not sure how far Chu Zihang had pushed his bloody violence to, and he could actually fight with the gods.

"The words of Chu Tianjiao in the gray list are very rare. I think even if Odin turned him into his puppet, he would not give a puppet the power of a true king." Caesar casually pulled out a long sword with a graceful blade from the waist muscle of the man beside him. The blade was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the brilliant light and fire.

He brought the knife close to the edge of the field, and the blade and the handle began to tremble uncontrollably. The white and purple static electricity was like roots growing from the roots of a banyan tree, and it was swaying from the contact between the blade and the air wall.

The black fire snakes of thousands of degrees Celsius could not wait to swim out from the inside of the field and entangle the blade of the long sword.

Caesar's forearm muscles bulged like hard steel. He held the handle and pushed the blade into the field fiercely. Two seconds later, the high-temperature airflow like a huge wave destroyed the alchemical ancient sword that even left its name in history. Countless steel fragments that were even smaller than fingernails flew, and then were carried by the wild wind in the field and spun, turning into bright droplets and black ashes in the air.

The bright metal droplets hovered in the air, and two seconds later, as if attracted by the strong magnetization phenomenon, they shot towards the air wall of the field like bullets.

The man who was guarding Caesar with a knife changed his face slightly.

The alchemical ancient sword destroyed by the field in front of him was not a second-rate product, but a treasure forged by the alchemist at that time with recycled metal in the Middle Ages when dragons were still rampant.

The alchemical ancient sword that had been treasured by the Gattuso family for hundreds of years had killed countless deadpools and had drunk the blood of pure-blooded dragons.

Hundreds of extremely intense battles failed to destroy this weapon, but Caesar just probed it into the edge of the field and it was instantly shattered by the high-temperature airflow.

"Leave here, this battle is not our responsibility!" the man whispered.

"It's not yours, but it's mine." Caesar slapped the broken knife on the chest of the man next to him. He took a deep breath, and the flickering flame in his pupils suddenly burned like a large glass of alcohol.

The sky-blue scales spread back along the corners of the boy's eyes, and soon his cheeks were wrapped up.

Caesar's facial features also changed. The cheekbones and frontal bones had sharp protrusions that seemed to break through the skin at any time. The dilated capillaries were divided into the red of the arteries and the blue of the veins, crawling all over his face like a group of snakes.

The blood rushed directly from the first degree to the third degree. Caesar Gattuso slowly straightened his spine on the fuselage of Harley Davis.

The loyal guards guarding him slowly retreated, because the boy suddenly exuded a terrifying aura.

That aura was so solemn and so violent, like a combination of an angry monarch and a bloodthirsty beast.

"Caesar, Mr. Frost and the head of the Pompeii family have lost contact. You are now the only hope of the Gattuso family!" Someone hid his trembling heart and whispered behind Caesar.

But the man slowly looked up at the sky, and he exhaled such a long breath, which was pale in the rain.

"When I was still in college, someone said something to me. He told me that Caesar, men's friendship is as strong as diamond." Caesar said, his voice was hard and his cheeks were hard. When he stood there, he looked like an ancient stone sculpture.

"If someone wants to kill my friend, then kill me together. This is the justice of Caesar Gattuso!"

The soldiers of the Gattuso family suddenly panicked. There was originally a sound of howling wind in the rain, but in the kingdom of the dead, all elements were originally static, and wind should not exist.

At this moment, they finally realized that thousands of assassins had been circling around them since before they set foot in this area.

Those crazy assassins gradually took shape, and they were actually countless transparent shadows.

The blood-sucking sickle has reached the end of this word spirit, but the Caesar bloodline in the third blood-bursting state has been pushed to the extreme.

In anger, the flock of birds that originally lived in the depths of this boy's consciousness actually appeared completely in the real world.

This should have been impossible, but this is Nibelungen, known as the land of miracles. In the kingdom of the dead, the seven kingdoms of alchemy are shining in every corner of the world like stars in a string.

As expected of a man with divine blood flowing in his body...

Just a subconscious roar in anger mobilized the most mysterious "life creation" in the seven kingdoms...

Thousands of pairs of translucent thin wings made a harsh buzzing sound, and the rain near these crazy sickle weasels was blown away by the strong wind they fanned from a distance.

Those seemingly fragile thin wings brought a rotating hurricane, and the sound of the wind seemed as if Caesar was waving a million thin knives around him, and the whistling sound of cutting the air merged together.

"Then listen carefully, my next order is..." Caesar took out his hand that was originally pressed on his waist. That thing can no longer be called a hand. It is more like the claws of some ancient predator. The black and hard keratin has replaced the nails.

The claws hold the ancient alchemical weapon Dick Tudo.

The short hunting knife hummed and shook away the rain. It was Caesar's wrist that was vibrating at an incredible frequency, and the whistling wind seemed to be attached to the blade.

"Go to the biggest elemental turbulence in the city. This war still needs your strength." Caesar said.

The short hunting knife stabbed into the red boundary wall of the domain fiercely.

Chu Zihang and Odin, who were fighting hard, were both distracted for a moment. When they noticed that the person who appeared was Caesar, Chu Zihang's hard facial bones actually cracked and showed a smile.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but his completely dragonized vocal cords could no longer make human sounds, and only a hoarse roar remained.

Then the turbulence from the outside world rushed in like a torrent from the hole cut by Dick Tudo in the domain.

Countless sickle weasels have completely turned from transparent to bronze. Their bone wings are sharp and huge, and the airflow they raise together can almost overturn mountains!

The men who followed Caesar only felt severe dizziness, which was the brain damage caused by the screams of sickle weasels.

Like real sickle weasels, these little monsters that were originally fostered in Caesar's mind can also roar at the frequency of ultrasound. Under unified command, he is equivalent to carrying an ultrasonic cannon with him!

One after another, sickle weasels fearlessly drilled into the depths of the domain. Their bronze bodies were burned to ashes. Before the ashes dispersed, the second or even more sickle weasels had already filled the vacant position just now.

Caesar looked up at the top where Chu Zihang and Odin were fighting. There was a huge black vortex, almost parallel to the rain clouds. Countless black graffiti hovered silently, and their pupils were dazzling gold.

Ravens are warriors following Odin. Caesar saw the opportunity and stepped into the domain surrounded by groups of sickle weasels.

The sky suddenly seemed to come alive, and countless fire rain fell.

That was not fire rain, but the eyes of thousands of ravens!

The sickle weasel is a subspecies with dragon blood flowing in its body, and these ravens with red gold pupils are the same.

But the rain that fell on Caesar suddenly shattered and turned into diffuse water mist, which expanded suddenly and flew like a sharp sword.

A grim domain was released and continued to expand. More and stronger sickle weasels were born from the domain. Caesar took a deep breath, and countless hoarse and roaring monsters passed by him and fluttered their wings to fly into the sky.

At this moment, this man was like the lord of all armies.

The rain stopped falling. In the air, sickle weasels and ravens flew in an interlaced manner under the gray clouds and mountains. They bit and fought, waved their claws and cut, and the shrill howls were like the sad cries from hell.

The battlefield of this group of crows was bloody beyond imagination. When the rain fell again, it had turned bloody.

There were also black shadows standing in the puddles here. Their movements were like the scenes of a movie that had been paused.

Caesar pressed the bullets into the magazine of the Desert Eagle one by one. He walked leisurely through the gaps between the shadows. The endless sickle weasels in the field all had sharp blade claws and a thirst for blood that had been endured for thousands of years, and they fiercely tore the heroic spirits serving God.

In this unprecedented war, these strange birds that were created were greatly encouraged, and the suppressed bloodiness was wildly rising.

Every step forward was a bloody storm around Caesar. The sky-blue scales slowly tore his skin and drilled out of his body surface, and they snapped together in the wind, making a metallic roar.

Just like when Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang used violent blood, Caesar's body temperature was as high as it was about to burn. The blood that flowed out when the scales tore his skin turned into blood-colored steam after a few seconds and enveloped him.

His clothes were burned to ashes, revealing the majestic body of Ling Claw and the thick and deformed bones. Caesar's shadow was distorted like an abstract director shooting a video of a man turning into a devil.

When passing by the Maybach, the wind chime-like Irish folk song came into Caesar's ears. Now he finally heard what the song was expressing. It was a father and daughter singing in a low voice on the plateau of Ireland.

Caesar looked at the old man in the passenger seat with the corner of his eye.

His chest was cut open, and the wound was a huge cross. The blood had stained the old man's clothes and the seat of the Maybach.

The old hero finally fell at the end of the road he had fought for all his life. Endless anger suddenly rose in Caesar's heart. He ran, and the muzzle of the Desert Eagle spewed out huge flames. The gunshots roared, shaking the Nibelungen, and even the dead silence was torn apart.

The brass shells rolled in the air, but those bullets that were given dragon-slaying properties by the alchemical matrix could not even break through the fierce light around Odin and Chu Zihang. They rotated weakly, and the high temperature melted the metal and splashed.

There were only two bullets left in the magazine. Caesar put them back to his waist and gave birth to iron-blue wings while running wildly!

When the wings flapped, they were so powerful that countless black shadows were overturned, and countless sickle-tailed beasts followed Caesar forward, like the demons of hell chasing Satan's footsteps and charging towards the world.

But suddenly Caesar heard the sound of wind from behind him, a huge sound of wind, and the roar of such a majestic horse hoof and a giant beast was hidden in the wind.

He suddenly tightened his wings, spun in mid-air and stopped his forward steps, and his red-gold eyes looked fiercely behind him.

Another ball of fierce light fell from the sky.

Then there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sickle-tailed beasts beside him screamed and killed the ravens that gathered.

What fell to the ground was a corpse.

A corpse that was so majestic, so hideous, and so beautiful.

It was a black horse transformed into a dragon, as huge as a hill, with scales covering its body under its mane.

But at this moment, a spear was slowly being pulled out of its heart.

The owner of the spear is...

The second Odin in this land of the dead.

The fierce light faded, and Caesar saw the coldness seeping out of the eyes of this god, and a dazzling blue flashed by.

"Leave." The god said softly,

"Or die."

"Or." Caesar said.

The god was stunned for a moment, and the next second, a Harley motorcycle weighing hundreds of kilograms was hit hard from his side.

A group of sickle weasels made this move.

Then a bullet hit the fuel tank, and the expensive motorcycle exploded into a huge flame in mid-air. (End of this chapter)