"So what? You have never seen the real power to say such childish words. It's so sad! The Black King Niedhog, that's a real god, human, why do you think you have feared in the past few thousand years?" The woman's voice was like a prayer of a pilgrim, "If it weren't for the civil strife of our clan, how could you come to this day? You think you have the power of science and start to be complacent? When the Black King returns to the world, all your struggles are just childish jokes!"

"I understand," Menek sighed, "If it is not my race, their hearts will be different. We cannot understand each other. The prosperity of one race means the enslavement of another race. Our wishes are just to live..."

Menek walked forward again with a knife. The rain was swept through the wounds on his body. The blood mixed with the rain and dyed the ground red. The boiling dragon blood made the surroundings begin to be filled with fog. The distance between him and the woman was getting closer and closer, and his two pairs of golden eyes stared at each other.

"Living? Yes." The woman smiled faintly, "But my wish can't be fulfilled since I left China and set foot on this continent. I have only one mission now, to regain the hope of my tribe! For the recovery of the sacred dynasty, I will do whatever it takes!"

The woman walked slowly towards the direction of the carriage, and the transparent realm expanded rapidly from her. Everything around her seemed to be rejected. Even the rain all over the sky was subconsciously retreating. Those raindrops that had no time to "retreat" were torn apart by the violent realm. It was the wind, which was isolated from everything and crushed the strong wind close to everything.

The hemispherical realm surrounds the woman, like a barrier, guarding her, tearing everything close to her.

"Shi Ling·The Land of Dustlessness?" Viscount Charlotte, who was guarding the carriage, was a little surprised.

Because this is not a high-level dangerous word spirit, it can even be said to be very common. But he has never seen anyone use it so domineeringly. Most of the dustless lands are used for defense, but the woman in front of him spreads the realm without any chance, and the violent realm seems to be able to devour everything. A storm that destroys everything is brewing with her eyes. Every step she takes will carve a deep mark on the rocks under her feet.

Looking at the woman slowly approaching, Viscount Charlotte's bullets came out through the hall, but there was no ripple in the field.

"She wanted to crush us and the carriage together!" Marquis Gambett grabbed the reins of the carriage.

The woman seemed to be unable to feel the pain of being cut off by Menek before. The dragon blood on the wound condensed like red crystal. The huge brain pressure caused by excessive use of the Spirit made her eyes bleeding, and blood and tears passed through the beautiful face, which was strange and sad.

"I remember Shan Yan once taught me a Chinese idiom, 'Fishing the Scene and Fishing'. However, I did feel your determination, so if I don't take it seriously, it would be my fault."

Menek said, his body began to change drastically, with scales stacked on his hands, and the hand holding the long knife turned into sharp blue-gray claws. The golden pupils became more eye-catching, and the dragon-like phenomenon began to appear on the face, neck, and all parts of his body. The powerful bloodline forced the bleeding from the wound that lost his right hand.

"The Road to the Gods? I began to understand why you are so confident. It seems that it is not a bluff. But it is useless. You cannot stop it. The Black King's awakening is destined. The power stolen from God will never be able to defeat the gods." The woman's voice echoed in the storm, condescending, with the majesty of God.

"It doesn't matter." Menek's face was calm, and his long sword pointed directly at the woman who was slowly approaching.

He ignored what the woman said. As the woman said, he had never really seen the mysterious Black King, the black dragon sleeping in ancient history, known as gods, and all dragon clans, including the ancestors of the mixed-race species. He held the long sword's left hand and tried harder. The belief in his heart was never as firm as it was now, with only enemies left in his eyes. Even if the Black King descended at this moment, he would not have any timidity.

"So quickly fight and decide..." Menek signaled to Viscount Charlotte next to him. He has now started to rush blood. With his strength, he can hold on for an hour, but he will never underestimate the enemy. Why fight one by one if he can fight together?

...

Lu Shanyan's battle continued, but he felt that he was almost at his limit. Although there was only one enemy in front of him, he had a sniper standing by at any time. Two-on-one, it can be said that it was very "fair", but the situation was completely wrong. He thought he would have known to bring a few more people...

The revolver magazine in his hand was empty again. These two guns were made by Menek through Krupp's gun technician. He replaced the trait magazine with his trait magazine. With his Yan Ling, he could shoot 40 rounds in a row and shoot perfectly, but what was enough? He now wished he could replace the infinite magazine and fight the Dragon King into the mouth.

Lu Shanyan changed the magazines in his hand frantically. His "blood-sucking sickles" were not lazy, and rushed towards the Dragon King like he was desperate, but they were all smashed to pieces in front of the Dragon King's powerful realm. Even so, one after another, one after another.

Lu Shanyan endured a severe headache, and groups of "sick weasels" were awakened in the depths of his mind, roaring with sharp teeth and attacking the Dragon King. He could not stop, nor could he stop. The power brought by the "bloodiness" also made him even more crazy. This was a death fight, and the remaining reason told him that he would die if he stopped.

As time went by, the consequences of inhaling mercury steam began to appear on him. Lu Shanyan could feel the stinging pain like a thousand cuts on his body. Even his enhanced body was not enough to make him ignore the pain. He didn't know what was supporting him to continue fighting, perhaps because of his persistence, perhaps his promise to Menek, or the dragon blood boiling in his body.

The blood-sucking sickles were biting the Dragon King's realm, and they were willing to attack again and again, one, two, three... The realm seemed to be fragile like glass, but it always seemed to be a little different. Come on, continue... As long as you persist, it will always be broken, right?

"Click"

As if responding to the prayers of the Scytheaters, the field shattered. The next moment, Lu Shanyan poured all two bullets in. He didn't know whether he could kill the Dragon King, but he had done all he could, and the Scytheaters were exhausted.
Chapter completed!