Chapter 111 The transgressor

"emperor!"

Fingel also received the news from Chu Zihang, and the look on his face became serious and solemn, without the previous hip-hop and non-serious look.

But he did not rush down immediately, but gritted his teeth and stayed where he was, waiting for Lu Mingfei's orders and arrangements.

"Need support?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I was held back. He looked careless, as if he wanted something else."

Chu Zihang's words were still hurried, and at the same time, inhuman roars and screams could be heard.

"I'll ask Fingel to go down and support you."

As soon as Lu Mingfei finished speaking, Fingel immediately knocked down the iron door of the safety passage and rushed down the stairs.

Although he is usually not very serious, at critical moments, he is still not swallowed up by the hatred buried deep in his heart.

"receive."

Chu Zihang replied, and then switched to a high-pitched and fast dragon chant.

Jun Yan breaks out again!

The dazzling orange-red fireball instantly plowed the stairs under the feet into pieces, and involved those quick-witted deadliest soldiers. The final violent explosion collapsed the thirty-eighth floor wall, exposing the red-hot steel bars.

Murasame's alchemy field has been activated, and the blade is like red-hot molten iron. In the boiling heat wave, Chu Zihang tore apart the black deadliest one after another who jumped up from the gap in the stairs.

The heretic "Emperor", a transgressor, stood quietly in front of the collapsed wall, wearing a mahjong hood with a nine-string pattern on his face, giving people an incomprehensible and strange meaning.

The fourteen dead warriors who were guarding him were swept up and engulfed by Jun Yan, but he was unscathed.

Chu Zihang looked a little ugly.

Just like before, when the other party was singing that weird and incomprehensible song, he rushed down and blasted it cleanly with Jun Yan.

But after Jun Yan's explosion, the other party was still standing there intact, with no signs of burning on his clothes.

"Is that Lu Mingfei going to die personally?"

"It's really not easy for you to be able to suppress the call of 'Yan Ling. Yong Yi'."

The emperor said softly.

"Shut up, you arrogant one!"

Chu Zihang wanted to kill the heretic, but he was always blocked by Deadpool. These black aliens seemed to be endless. Looking down from the gap in the stairs, he could see dense black shadows.

If it weren't for the fact that the stairway deep inside was too small to allow too many Deadpools to attack at the same time, Chu Zihang would have been overwhelmed by their number.

These dead attendants reminded Chu Zihang of that rainy night, when the Lord God Odin rode an eight-legged horse.

Surrounding Him were this deformed and mutated Deadpool, as if they were Valkyries fighting for Him.

"It seems that I can only activate the backup plan to stop my losses, otherwise I will lose money on this transaction."

The emperor still said to himself.

Chu Zihang's expression was obviously angry, and he could feel that the other party didn't care about what he was doing.

"You finally showed up! Prince!"

Accompanied by a roar and the sound of Shen's rumbling footsteps, the angry Fingel rushed down grabbing his chainsword.

Yan Ling. The Bronze Throne has been opened, and his body surface is dyed with a layer of obvious cyan. His already strong physique has grown a full circle at this time. The ferocious muscles are as if they are made of bronze, with a cyan luster.

It is flashing, giving people a strong metallic texture.

A deadpool kicked off several walls and jumped over Chu Zihang and rushed towards Fingel, its sharp claws trying to pierce through and dig out his heart.

But Fingel's bronze-like palm locked the throat with precision, and the roaring chain sword immediately strangled the deadpool's chest.

He didn't stop even a step, bursting out with astonishing strength, and pounced on the emperor like a tiger descending the mountain, his powerful body knocking away all the oncoming deadpools.

The emperor tilted his head slightly in surprise, as if he was recalling who the other party was.

But then he gave up this plan and stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Bang!"

It was as if an invisible heavy hammer hit Fingel from the side in mid-air. He immediately flew out and crashed into the group of Deadpools downstairs.

He snapped his fingers again, an invisible realm was generated, and the movements of the Deadpool group suddenly paused uniformly.

Then their dark golden eyes became blazing and dazzling, and their actions became more ferocious and violent.

Fingel's strong body like a bronze cast was instantly swallowed up by the incoming Deadpool.

"Word Spirit. The King's Gift. If we don't give these cannon fodder a little strength, we can't stop you. I don't want my sacred chant to be interrupted by you. This will ruin my interest."

The emperor said.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a deafening roar from the group of dead warriors that had swallowed up Fingel's group like ants besieging their prey.

A little cyan giant came out bathed in blood, and one deadpool after another was wrenched off its head or torn apart at the waist with his violent force.

Fine, tightly knit bronze scales grew out of Fingel's body, and his two broad hands were gradually turning into claws. The fiery red chain sword looked like two circles compared to his strong body.

It is as small and exquisite as a toy.

Second bloodshed!

Fingel was once an outstanding A-level blood student at Kassel College, but after the Greenland Shadow ruined most of the executive department of Kassel College, he seemed to have lost his soul and buried his past deeply.

buried in the ground.

Until this moment, after seeing the culprit who may have caused the tragedy that year, Fingel's anger that had been buried for many years completely exploded, just to kill the murderer completely!

The emperor tilted his head and snapped his fingers again.

Fingel's charging dragon body suddenly stopped, half-kneeling on the ground with difficulty and unable to move.

An unknown Deadpool pounced on him, but he fell heavily to the ground with a "bang" and struggled feebly.

A huge, unbearable force suppressed Fingel's entire body, and the ground beneath his feet was cracking and crumbling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Word Spirit. King Power. Among the many Word Spirits that I can simulate, this is my favorite."

"There is no need for any elaborate royal methods to conquer, you just need to crush them with the strongest force."

The emperor seemed to be chuckling, his voice pleasant.

"Fingal!"

Chu Zihang took a deep breath, cut off the three dead guards who rushed towards him with the sharp sword light, and while chanting "Junyan", he stepped forward and ran towards the heretic who was the arrogant one.

This heretic... no, alien! The other party may be a pure-blooded dragon!

"Um?"

The emperor sighed, Chu Zihang himself was not worthy of his attention - but the unknown golden light wrapped around Chu Zihang made him feel a little strange.

"It's up to you."

He didn't care about the changes in the strength and blood of these little hybrids, and lightly snapped his fingers with his left hand.

Yanling. Precepts.

Within the domain influence of the commandment, descendants of dragon blood lower than the bloodline of the user of the commandment will not be able to use the word spirit.

Jun Yan was forcibly interrupted, just like the feeling of trying to sneeze but being unable to sneeze, but the consequences were several times more serious.

But Chu Zihang's still brave pace did not stop because of this. The Murasame in his hand, which had not yet cooled down, tore apart the last few dead warriors blocking the way. The golden light surrounding his body burst out with a bright light at this moment.

"Death by the Emperor's wrath, trespassing xenos!"

He roared loudly.
Chapter completed!