Chapter 211 Prologue Before the Battle

Little red stars illuminated the boy's profile.

The wind pressure from the thick fog blew their hair.

"Come on, let's go to class."

"Um."

The world of flesh and blood collapsed silently, and they returned to the ward where it all started.

The thick fog was still pouring into Lu Mingfei's body. As the young man said, his body was like a bottomless abyss. No matter how much thick fog, pain or madness came, he accepted it all.

The darkness that he once suppressed in the Nine Provinces in the name of Yama was far greater than Shirley's half-century of pain.

No one has ever dared to make Lu Mingfei completely despair.

Therefore, once this young man is completely desperate, even hopeless, the darkness in his heart is enough to overturn the entire world and ring the funeral bell for all tangible and intangible existences.

Who is laughing, low and cold.

Just in that void.

He praised the young man at the center of the tornado.

"You are a monster!"

Lu Mingfei held Shirley's hand and walked out of the ward, along the corridor, into the hall, past the flower garden, and finally out of the hospital door.

The tornado of thick fog began to move.

…………

"It looks like it."

Mai Shutoku looked at the tornado like a pillar in the sky.

"We're late."

"Speaking of which, this movement is really big. The current situation is...what did your boss do?"

Fingel also looked at the tornado. They were not far from the hospital, so they could really feel the terrifying wind pressure. It was hard to imagine what kind of existence could cause such a natural disaster. Having said that, , can create natural disasters, can such a guy still be classified as a human being?

Fingel frowned in thought and did not answer the female ninja's question for a long time, causing Mai Shutoku to call out again and again.

Finally, he came to his senses.

"What are you thinking about?"

Mai Shutoku asked angrily.

"Oh, do you see my hair is messed up?"

"hairstyle?"

"Yeah, with such a strong wind, I'm a little worried about my hair."

Fingel was worried.

Mai Shutoku almost wanted to kill someone.

"alright."

Before the other party pulled out the terrifying Chodachi, Fingel quickly put on a smiling face.

"You asked me what the boss did. Please, the younger brother must be a little self-aware. If I know everything the boss thinks and does, then why don't I be the boss."

Fingel was elated.

"Of course it's because I can't beat him."

Mai Shutoku drew her sword with murderous intent.

"Behead you to death!"

"Hahaha, it's a joke, don't be so serious!"

Fingel tried to push the sword back.

"Okay, next."

Mai Shutoku breathed out a breath and looked at Tatsumaki solemnly.

"With such a big movement, it seems that your boss has broken the seal. What are your plans next?"

"of course!"

Fingel waved the steel bar angrily.

"Of course you can run as far as you want!"

Mai Shutoku almost fell to the ground.

"Your turn of events is too sudden!"

"Then what can you do, the army of bronze and fire? I, a little hybrid, can only be regarded as a dessert at best. If I run over, I might cause trouble to my heroic and invincible boss. I'd better find someone quickly." It’s more practical to wave the flag and shout in a safe place.”

After making such a long speech, Fingel was already looking left and right, seemingly looking for a suitable escape route.

"That one is really lucky to have a little brother like you."

"Haha, it's easy to talk, but I'm just average."

"Actually, I'm not boasting about that... forget it."

Mai Shutoku shook her head, identified the direction, and walked towards the tornado.

Fingel was stunned.

"Where are you going?"

"Of course I'm helping."

The female ninja waved her hand.

"Looking for your boss."

Fingel scratched his head, smiled vaguely, and trotted to follow.

Mai Shutoku glanced at the man next to her who was pretending to be nonchalant.

"Aren't you going to wave the flag and shout? Why are you here?"

"Don't you know this? Even if I want to work hard, I must tell the boss. Otherwise, no matter how hard I work, if the boss doesn't see it, it will be in vain."

Fingel was right.

"Sorry, I don't want to know anything about this knowledge."

Mai Shutoku shrugged.

Fingel chuckled.

"Besides, you also discovered it."

He looked toward the area where the fog had lifted.

Silver light rose into the sky.

They are complicated lines, drawn according to some ancient mystery, and their existence itself explains some obscure truth.

"that is……"

"The real sealing matrix."

Fingel narrowed his eyes.

"The boss took away the hub, but the matrix is ​​still running. So, some other mysterious force should have replaced the hub and continued the sealing work."

"Yeah, I remembered."

He said.

"We are in the second ring of the Iron Throne Trial, so there is a third or even fourth ring."

"You mean, the one who maintains the sealing matrix is ​​the organizer behind the scenes."

"Probably."

Fingel nodded.

"However, it doesn't matter who he is. Since the armies of bronze and fire can't come out for the time being, the safest place in the world now is only with the boss."

"Is that why you came here?"

"No, no, no, the main thing is that I'm worried about the boss and want to share his worries."

Fingel grinned.

Mai Shutoku glanced around, her eyes focused.

"I think he probably doesn't need you to share his worries."

The invisible evil spirits are fleeing desperately like migrating beasts on the African savannah.

It was obvious that there was something behind them that frightened the evil spirits from the bottom of their hearts.

And that direction.

Tornado.

…………

Jack shuddered and sat up from the bed. The experiences of the past few hours flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. The hunter's eyeballs began to tremble rapidly. Thick bloodshot eyes covered them like a creeper. Sweat dripped from every corner of his body. A pore popped out crazily, and soon he was like a drowning man, soaked all over.

He remembered.

Everything came to mind.

Death again and again, resurrection again and again, endless reincarnation.

it is finally over.

The hunter subconsciously scanned the room. When his eyes were about to touch the wardrobe, he immediately shrank back like a needle pricking his eyes. He turned his head away almost tremblingly. Jack began to pant violently like a sick man having an asthma attack, and made a breathtaking sound. His scalp was numb and he coughed. He covered his heart and leaned down. His face turned red and his eyes bulged. The veins on his short neck twisted like earthworms.

Death after death almost drove him crazy.

It is unimaginable that a senior hunter on a hunter website, an excellent hybrid with rich experience, would end up in such a mess.

Jack weakly held on to the wall. During his asthma break, he desperately wanted to stay away from this room, this horrible cannibal room.

After falling to the ground several times and being unable to stand up several times, he finally couldn't stand the torment of fear anymore and crawled on the ground on both hands and feet. The moment he rushed out of the room, Jack smiled happily with snot, tears and drool all over his face. , like an innocent child.

What the Iron Throne! What a world! What power and power! What a great god!

Get out of here, everyone.

At this moment, Jack just wants to get out of here.

He even came up with the idea of ​​retiring. Even if his savings were not enough to support Jack for the rest of his life, it didn't matter. He could find a small town where no one knew him and he didn't know anyone, open a small shop, or give people haircuts. Hair, whatever you want, just leave the battlefield, leave the half-breeds, and never come back.

In fact, Hunter Jack is dead, completely dead.

Now he is just a coward wearing the same skin, a poor man with a mental breakdown.

leave here!

Go, come on, go!

Jack stumbled out the door.

The wind pressure brought by the turbulent thick fog made his cheek hurt. Jack's eyes widened, shocked by the scene he saw.

That pillar-like tornado is like the Tower of Babel in religious mythology reappearing in the world.

The hunter collapsed on the ground and worshiped.

Just when he was in awe of the magnificent sight, several people gradually approached and stopped beside him.

The leader was a majestic man. He looked down at Jack who was lying on the ground. His indifferent eyes were not human at all, but gave people the impression of being closer to the aloof gods in the church murals.

"Another coward."

Alexander said.

"Cheer, you met me before you rot, come and dedicate your power to the king."

He lit up his golden eyes.

…………

"Little Lord!"

Crow almost cried.

"Cheer up, you guy!"

Yasha scolded his companion sternly.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled faintly and nodded slightly to the two of them.

"cherry."

"I am here."

The head of the house and his nickname looked at each other.

This is also the look between Yuan Zhisheng and his beautiful girl.

The boy seemed to want to say something, was he concerned, or was it something meaningless like "I'm so glad you're okay" that only appeared in anime.

Speaking of which, if he was not the young master of the Eight Sheqi Family, such a meaningless sentence would probably not matter.

But unfortunately, he is the young master.

He is the man who bears the name of the Eight Sheqi Family and the future Shadow Emperor.

Can't be weak.

So Yuan Zhisheng just nodded and looked away from Sakura.

"It's about to happen."

Turning around, he looked at the Tornado Tianzhu, and the executive bureau's black windbreaker was like a battle flag.

"oh!"

Yaksha and Crow responded vigorously.

Sakura was already in her place.

That is the shadow of Yuan Zhisheng.

Looking at the tornado, the young master of the Eight Sheqi Family raised his lips with interest.

He thought of that sunny boy.

"Is it you, junior?"

…………

In the darkness, a yellow talisman spontaneously ignited without fire.

The outline changed from light to thick, and the ink flashed, and the graceful woman appeared out of thin air, standing quietly in the thick fog.

Raise your head and turn your head.

The cold woman looked in the direction of the tornado.

"The Promised One."

…………

Tick, tick.

It's light rain.

Crack, crackle.

This is a shower.

Rumble, roar, roar.

This is a memory.

No.

This is a curse.

A curse that the boy can never escape.

Chu Zihang fell into a pool of blood again.

Murasame, the sacred sword passed down from that man, penetrated his heart.

High-concentration blood that was as thick as sulfuric acid spurted out from the wound. It reacted violently as soon as it hit the rain. It was a phenomenon that would stun the most advanced chemists in the world. The... terrible blood in the boy's veins Can liquid really still be described as blood? It was unimaginable that this liquid, more terrifying than sulfuric acid, was rushing through the boy's body, providing him with the power to fight to the death.

The never-extinguishing golden pupils reflected a second pair of never-extinguishing golden pupils.

Chu Zihang and Chu Zihang looked at each other.

Or.

He, who has a human personality, is looking at each other with his dragon personality.

The same expressionless face.

But the face of one of them was covered with blue dragon scales, which were so hard and sharp that even Murasame couldn't break them.

The other is cold and silent, even if he is dead, he just stares at his dragon personality without saying a word.

No sleep, fight to the death.

Chu Zihang opened his eyes again.

Heavy rain, strong winds, the whole sky seemed to collapse, turning the world into a swamp.

The two Chu Zihangs stood facing each other in the same posture, holding Murasame in their hands.

1406.

The boy said in his heart.

This was a development that even Lu Mingfei did not expect. When everyone was pulled into the other world, Chu Zihang was different.

Evil spirits, dense fog, the otherworld, and Chu Zihang’s unique way of nourishing his mind.

The combination of various factors actually caused the boy's sleeplessness to break through at this time, reaching the stage of a fight to the death.

But that's not a good thing.

Quite the opposite.

He will probably die.

Today's Chu Zihang is not ready to face the dragon personality.

These more than a thousand deaths are the most favorable proof.

The students in Kassel are using the word "killer" to describe the president of the Lion Heart Society.

Even so, he was just a mixed race, Chu Zihang with a dominant human personality.

How strong would the president be if he completely liberated his nature, drank in the killing, licked the blood, and had a dragon-like personality?

Without anything else, looking at these 1,406 deaths is the most powerful interpretation of dragon personality.

Weapon spectrum: Yangui!

Chu Zihang and Chu Zihang took the same posture.

Heavy rains drowned them.

This scene is like a mirror placed in front of the boy, with only a reflection on one side.

But the next second, the two moved.

They smashed through the rain curtain, water droplets flew everywhere, and only each other could be seen in the golden eyes.

The sword comes out!

A red mark emerged from his throat.

The green-skinned Chu Zihang gave him a cold look.

He did not ridicule, was not crazy, and was not tyrannical.

Just taste the fragrance of killing elegantly, even if the target of the killing is yourself, it is still intoxicating.

1407.

The boy said in his heart.

What he can do, he, the dragon, can do the same.

And he has powers and skills far beyond his own.

This was an unequal matchup from the beginning.

How can the gap between humans and dragons be justified?

so what?

So what?

He knew it.

Chu Zihang knew it from the beginning.

Fairness and equality can only exist in fairy tales and ideal worlds.

You will never find these two in reality.

So, so what?

He wants power.

The weak defeats the strong, and the lower overcomes the upper.

If only this path could give him the power to kill gods.

This is the path he takes.

Even if it means a thousand deaths, ten thousand deaths.

1408.

The boy said to himself.