Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

Nibelungen can be described with terms such as mirror space and folded space. The internal space is always larger than the external appearance. It is a unique area that can only be expanded by Dragon King-level targets.

The entrance to the Nibelung is often some interface, such as water surface, mirror surface, etc.

In addition, the most unique thing about Nibelungen is that its internal concepts of time and space are extremely vague.

There was a child of several years old who accidentally broke into the Nibelungen, and then escaped and returned to the outside world after decades. When he returned to the warm home in his memory, he found that his parents were getting old and they were his childhood playmates.

, is already a mature middle-aged man.

The surrounding environment changed drastically, but he was the only one who stayed where he was.

How terrible this is, but this is something that actually happened. In addition to blurring the concept of time, the Nibelung eradication often represents the will of the unknown Dragon King, the master of the Nibelung roots.

Judging from the current situation, the Dragon King obviously came with malicious intentions and made no secret of it.

Florent stood by the railway, raised his pistol and pointed it in the air and fired continuously. The gun was sure to hit the target without any miss. Every time, he could accurately penetrate the bone wings of a sickle and weasel, thus shooting it down.

Not far behind him, a large golden wave beckoned another man to do what was called welding.

Florent's Word Spirit is Kamitachi, a Word Spirit belonging to the King of Sky and Wind series. Its effect is similar to sonar, and it is essentially an auxiliary Word Spirit that senses vibrations.

It can be said that the wielder of the Kamaitachi has been the best scout since ancient times.

But Florent's goal is to inherit the family, but his bloodline is not good enough, and the spirit of speech is only an auxiliary system. This is the core reason why he will be dismissed.

The old guy in the family is not willing to spend his remaining time and energy teaching a waste who is destined to never become a great person.

It's hard to achieve great things, this is the evaluation Florent received when he left Moscow, from a highly respected family patriarch.

Florent is naturally unwilling to admit it. He has struggled hard over the years and taken on various difficult tasks just to re-enter the high-level vision.

But looking at the Kamamaitachi gradually gathering together, and even the occasional Deadpool roaring by, the blood flowing in Florent's chest gradually solidified, and he suddenly felt that maybe he should give up his unrealistic delusions.

He will never be noticed in his life. The old guy is living in the spring and autumn dream programmed by the old Americans, but he is not aware of the precarious situation now.

In his view, the country's overthrow is only a matter of days. Basic people's livelihood cannot be guaranteed in the country, and material supplies are often not timely. The participating countries have already complained about the "utopian" policies coming from Moscow.

As he thought, the arm holding the gun gradually slowed down, and his expression became a little dazed. He vaguely heard a sharp roar, followed by a strong wind blowing in his face.

It was the wind blade of a sickle weasel that was ready to strike, but Tabin did not choose to hide.

That’s it for now…

The gun in his hand fell from his hand, and he raised the corners of his mouth, looking somewhat relieved.

"Comrade Major! What are you doing?"

He was suddenly knocked away, and with the sound of a gunshot, Kamaita's bone wings shattered and he fell.

He looked closely and saw that it was a big wave.

This flight attendant, who was thinking too much, had a sullen look on his face and scolded him mercilessly in his words.

"Sir, I hope you understand that after the death of the train conductor, you are the supreme commander. The lives of a total of 186 passengers and 24 flight attendants on this train are all on your shoulders.

I don't know what made you think of committing suicide. I'm just a marginalized member of the family and I can't understand your troubles.

But at least at this moment, I can share your worries. The generals are behind you, and we are your pawns. I just hope you don’t fall first."

The big wave turned around and left, continuing the welding work on the axle. The roar of the sickle was heard again. This time, before it could wave its bone wings, a yellow warhead hit its forehead bone.

"...Phew," Florent removed the magazine and refilled it with a new bullet.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed man's eyes became firm again, focusing on fending off the monsters that might attack.

After the situation just now, he knew that he might not be as successful as the elders expected, and that he would have thoughts of committing suicide, which was still too immature.

He never dared to forget that there was someone on the roof of the car, carrying the load for him and the people in the car.

Percy opened his arms as if embracing each other, his dark golden pupils shone with golden light, and even his sea blue eyes were full of heat.

The hair on his forehead was dancing wildly, and the surging wind pressure disrupted the wind element on the roof of the car. Almost no Kamaita could lift into the air in this environment, except...

Under Patsy's gaze, a sickle queen, several times larger in size and with a bone crown on her head, rushed into the realm of the Dustless Land.

A transparent semicircular shield appeared around it, and a deafening roar came from its mouth.

Percy's figure suddenly became unstable, and he felt the violent impulse of the dragon's blood tormenting his spirit, but he forcibly cheered up, holding the black "Augustus" and leaping towards Queen Kamamaita, facing her.

And up.

"Qiang!" The explosive sound of gold and iron spread far away from the collision, and the air was shaken to create ripples.

Queen Kamaita's bone wings and limbs are no longer as fragile as those of ordinary Kamaita. Even the alchemy tool "Augustus" failed to achieve great results under Percy's full attack.

Percy frowned, his body landed firmly on the ground after turning over for a week to relieve the force, his face was a little gloomy, he originally planned to cut off the entire bone claw directly.

"!!"

The golden flames in Queen Weasel's eyes shone brightly, and a small section of its slender bone claws was actually chopped off. It was furious, and the chaotic wind elements gathered on its wings, and it prepared to launch a surprise attack.

Patsy refused to give up, and raised the knife again. The wind pressure of the dust-free land continued to reduce the momentum of the Kamaita Queen, and Patsy became faster and faster with this advantage, as if it was beyond the scope of the naked eye.

Elsewhere, Zhaoyue faced a more powerful and dangerous opponent.

"roar!"

The black, large and graceful creature covered with scales was roaring up to the sky and releasing its pressure unbridled.

Zhaoyue's eardrums buzzed, and the dust on the top of the underground tunnel swished down, along with fine gravel.

If you look closely, you will see that it is more than ten meters long and looks like a miniature nuclear submarine.

Its facial bones are prominent, as if it were wearing a black skull mask, and the tight scales on the back of its face extend along its slender neck.

The blue-black bone spurs grow along the back, and the two black membrane wings are closed at the sides, seemingly unable to stretch in this narrow environment.

It used its powerful lower limbs to support its huge body, and its dragon tail, which accounted for half of its body length, just swung its tail to create a deep dent in the solid inner wall of the tunnel.

Its narrow eyes were filled with molten iron-like red gold, and dancing flames seemed to be ready to jump out of the deep-set eye sockets at any time.

Zhaoyue raised her head and looked at it, and in that condescending gaze, she actually noticed humanized banter.

He was alone facing a living ancient dragon, with dense screams behind him, and several weasel queens with bone crowns on their heads. There were withered hands grabbing onto the edge of the carriage standing beside him, and dead waiters in ancient official uniforms.

Pressing harder and harder.

He took a deep breath, and then the azure flames started to burn.