Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 662 86

Red has not experienced any formal fighting training since birth. A small part of all the martial arts he can display comes from the blood of the ancestors flowing in his body.

Most come from the underworld of Constantinople.

In chaotic and disorderly gang wars, fights among low-level gangsters can suddenly break out without warning. The gangsters grabbed the first weapon in sight and swung it at the opponent's head with all their strength.

Red Blood Pigeon casually chose his best weapon when he was unconsciously seriously injured.

An exposed fire stick among the ruins of a building.

As early as 230 BC, Roman craftsmen had mastered the cement production process when building temples. After mixing sand, soil, crushed shells and quicklime in a certain proportion, a plastic material like liquid stone will appear. After being poured into the mold, it will solidify naturally and can easily be transformed into any shape they need.

This material doesn't have much stiffness to work with.

The broken mud brick hit Wang Ergulei's head and shattered into pieces without any accident. With his face covered in sand, gravel and dust, the powerful dragon herder was actually a little stunned at this moment.

Severe injuries and psychic overdraft severely affected his ability to react. He was fortunate that the person who launched such a thunderous strike was so weak. For some reason, he even used cement slabs, a weapon that was obviously too useless.

An attack of this intensity could not even penetrate his facial scales.

Nature cannot cause any harm to him.

Wang Ergulei didn't want to pay attention to the sudden enemy. If the other party could only unleash this level of attack, he would not be afraid of hundreds more enemies with the same attack.

Compared with this seemingly brave new force, the biggest threat is obviously the two weak Viking pirates. Now is the best time to kill them while they are weak. If these two men are allowed to regain their strength and engage in a fierce battle again, this difficult battle will increase many variables.

Wang Ergulei didn't want to pay attention to Reid, but this didn't mean that Reid wanted to let him go easily.

When the burning blood in his body was activated, all the emotions in the mortal heart completely disappeared, and all his actions were driven by the fighting instinct derived from memory.

Under the cover of the dust, Red jumped up, grabbed the top corner of Wang Ergulei's head and smashed it hard against the ground. Wang Ergulei obviously did not expect that the inconspicuous Viking boy would possess such huge power. If he was not careful, his whole body would be immediately overwhelmed by the huge power.

The moment he lost his balance, Wang Ergulei felt a rare trace of confusion. As an outside god who came from the outside world, he spent his life herding dragons, cultivating dragon kings, fighting giants and ancient gods, and has successfully survived to this day.

He never imagined that he would be thrown down in the ruins of Constantinople in an almost humiliating manner by an extremely ordinary mortal.

After the dark giant lost its balance, Reid casually fished it out of the air behind him. No one saw what he picked up until a transparent silk thread wrapped around Wang Ergulei's thick neck.

Reid bent his body into a reverse bow shape while roaring, and the hair-thin silk flying blade was deeply embedded in Wang Ergulei's neck, bringing out a large group of thick blood foam.

The shadow of death once again shrouded, Wang Ergulei stabbed the broadsword behind him without hesitation, and with both hands firmly holding the silk flying blade, Reid had no room to dodge. The dark broadsword rising from the black mist pierced Red's shoulder blade.

After launching this attack, he was even more surprised.

The huge strangulation force endured by his neck did not weaken at all. On the contrary, the dark broad sword in his hand got stuck in the gap between Reid's hard bones, and he could not pull it out for a moment.

The remaining ancient memories in the brain are slowly activated.

Wang Ergulei thought of the Viking ancestors he had met more than 10,000 years ago.

Those blond men who tore apart giant dragons with their hands and drove away the frost giants with their axes.

This young man's fighting style is surprisingly similar to the madmen in these memories.

His threat level instantly increased in Wang Ergulei's heart. The flying blade on his neck became tighter and tighter, so much so that Reid's palm began to break, and hot blood dripped out.

While the silk flying blade was lubricated by blood and gradually released, Wang Ergulei struggled desperately. The sharp filaments had cut into pieces of his neck scales and were deeply embedded in his flesh and blood.

In order to avoid suffering more serious injuries, he stretched out his palms to grasp the sharp thread and sucked air into his lungs.

The extreme suffocation was temporarily relieved, and Wang Ergulei tensed his muscles and tried to stand up from the ground.

Red hung on his back, but unfortunately the weight of a mortal was no burden to this ancient alien god. The moment he was about to stand up completely.

Sartre had regrouped his strength and swung the giant flaming ax towards his head.