"A lowly species like humans are fragile, stupid, conceited, and aggressive. Even the weapons you use are created by them for killing each other, right? But they don't seem to work for me." The Dragon King said lightly, "What are you, who claim to be humans, to fight me?"

"Humans have not been extinct for thousands of years, how could they be as unbearable as you said..." Lu Shanyan gasped, "In my opinion... the one who distinguishes 'human' from 'dragons' has never been bloodline, it's here!"

Lu Shanyan beat his chest and straightened his back: "Now, let me see it! The power of 'human'!"

In an instant, the wind changed, and the sickle weasels who were struggling to fly were no longer in chaos. They began to fly around Lu Shanyan. The strong wind rolled up Lu Shanyan's windbreaker, and his long hair flew in the strong wind, covering his face. A touch of gold flashed in the darkness, staring at the boy in front of him through his hair.

Countless sycamores surrounded Lu Shanhiko to form vortexes. The invisible thin wings brought out wind blades, and the split air was roaring. The sycamores were not in chaos, but crazy now.

The "Scytheater" felt the madness of their masters and released their bloodthirsty nature.

Word Spirit·Scythei, advanced!

Serial number 71, Word Spirit·Vampire Scythe!

"You..." Surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, "Your dragon bloodline has suppressed human bloodline, and you are approaching the pure dragon! This is...'The Road to the Gods'!"

The boy clearly felt that Lu Shanyan was rising wildly in both spirit and strength, and his dragon power had a smaller and smaller impact on Lu Shanyan. This weak ant was trying to look directly at the gods.

Lu Shanyan's body was undergoing tremendous changes. Countless tiny blue-gray scales grew through the skin. Blood slowly dripped along the new scales. The scarlet blood dyed the scales red, like the fusion of iron and blood.

"Smack it..."

The Dragon King applauded: "This is the posture my opponent should have, but humans are humans after all, and they cannot become gods even if they get close to them! For thousands of years... After the Black King died, the road to the gods was blocked. I didn't expect that humans could open it! Your body cannot withstand the power of pure blood dragons, and now you can no longer go back."

"The Road to the Gods? I don't know much, but our secret party calls this technology 'bloodbreak'. I can last about 45 minutes, and it's enough to deal with you!" Lu Shanyan said lightly. But in fact, he couldn't hold on for so long. From the moment he began to transform into a dragon, the mercury vapor around him that was originally used to limit the Dragon King also poses greater threat to him, and the toxicity instantly increased by more than 10 times.

At this time, his whole body was covered with hideous scales, wrapping him up like armor. His whole face became hideous because of the dragon scales. His breathing turned into a "roar". The dragon blood boiled on him, and blood-colored steam spread around him through the scales. The "blood-sucking sickles" seemed to smell the scent of blood and became even more violent. They were ready to tear the enemies in front of them at any time.

"Are you ready to die?" Lu Shanyan raised his revolver again with his hands, and the muzzle locked the Dragon King in front of him.

"A mere ants want to kill the gods?" the boy said disdainfully, "Do you think that by stealing the power of the gods, you can fight against me?"

"Use your body to experience it, the real power!" The boy roared, and the bone wings behind him shook and became ferocious, and countless tiny thrusts were covering Lu Shanyanpu's overwhelming skyward.

"Ants? Gods? Power? You dragons are so self-righteous! Let me experience the power? Can you do it?" Lu Shanyan had no fear on his face.

The "Bloodsucking Scythes" rushed forward frantically, forming an invisible barrier with the strong wind. The two forces collided together. The bloodstains used their "body" to block the sting and were still moving forward frantically. They were like dead soldiers who ignored life and death, and their only goal was to tear the prey in front of them.

...

The carriage was running wildly in the wilderness in the darkness. In the carriage, Viscount Charlotte filled his flintlock rifle with ammunition. He had a premonition that everything would not go so smoothly.

Sure enough, the carriage stopped suddenly, and the horse pulling the carriage neighed in fear, kicked the front hooves into the air, and one turned around and wanted to turn around and escape. But it was too late, and they were surrounded.

Menek lit up his golden eyes and stared at the man in front of him who was leading the way around them.

A Chinese man, with a strong figure, long braids around his neck and wearing a black poncho, what impressed him the most was the lips sewn together by twine. It was the man Menek had seen before, the Chinese man who traded the coffin with them.

Sure enough, everything is a trap, a trap, their purpose is to regain the "egg" and destroy the secret party.

Menek pulled out the Yatkan sword hidden in the windbreaker, and the raindrops fell on the sword, emitting a cold light. He sprinted with all his strength, and the sword penetrated the Chinese body and penetrated.

But the Chinese people's expressions did not change at all, as if they could not feel them at all. They held Menek's long sword tightly with both hands, which was very powerful.

But Menek was even stronger. He suddenly pulled out the long sword from the man's body, and all 10 fingers were cut off.

Menek launched an attack again. This time he did not stab, but instead slashed, with a sharp long sword slashing through the man's neck, and with his braid, cutting off the entire head, but no even a drop of blood was leaked.

"Deadpool?" Menek whispered, "I wonder how to eat if I have my mouth stuck... It turns out you don't need to eat..."

Menek stood with his sword across. Now was not his leisure time. A group of people gradually came from all around. They were holding all Chinese waist knives in their hands and wearing the Qing Dynasty official uniforms, but they were all Deadpools.

"Sir, what's the point of coming from afar?" Menek asked in Chinese that he learned from Lu Shanyan. Although it was a bit crappy, the meaning was expressed very clearly.

"The Queen Mother's meaning, you are enemies with the True Dragon, go against the heavens, and disrupt the Feng Shui of the Heavenly Kingdom, and kill you without mercy!" A cold voice came from the darkness.

"True Dragon? Feng Shui?" Menek was a little confused. He knew that the so-called True Dragon was the stupid emperor that Lu Shanyan wanted to overthrow, but he really didn't understand Feng Shui. What's the matter with your east Feng Shui when we slay dragons in Europe?

"Can't you be kind?"

"Kill without mercy."
Chapter completed!