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It was like a bone-chilling cold wind blowing from the northernmost part of Siberia, the electric current in the air crackled, and a torrential rain suddenly descended on the platform.
But Xia Mi's body was as hot as steel fresh from a furnace. Every drop of cold rain that fell evaporated the moment it touched her body, turning into mist rising from the end of the world.
Another king's domain is connecting with this Nibelung, and some force is trying to tear a wound like a golden wheel and a chasm from reality, reaching directly into the heart of Nibelung.
Xia Mi slowly raised her head which had been lowered. Her thick eyelids trembled and slowly rose as her eyelids lifted. The shadows covering her bright eyes also receded. In the torrential rain, the majestic golden light pierced through the thick fog.
The golden light radiating from the pair of sun-like dragon eyes reflected in the mist, making the girl seem as if there were firefly-like glows flowing all over her body. Her facial features became so charming, yet revealing the majesty of a king. Her slender and exquisite body still condensed the power of a mountain that can only be admired.
The rainstorm that descended on the Nibelungen came and went quickly. Perhaps it was driven away by Jörmungandr, but Xia Mi slowly looked up and down at the sky and around, as if an ancient soul in her body was awakening to see the world again. Her eyes were so beautiful at the moment, but for a moment they were cold, but only for a moment, Xia Mi's agility returned to those eyes.
It was incredible that at almost the same time, two things as great as Jörmungandr were trying to enter the Nibelung. Someone knocked on the door of the kingdom of the dead, but it was not the twilight of the gods.
The girl fiddled with her phone again, and the signal was restored a little, but a whole day had passed and her senior brother still hadn't replied to her message.
Jörmungandr is actually a very sensitive dragon king, and Xia Mi is also a very sensitive girl. She silently looked at the big-headed bear in her friend list who did not show an offline status. Her eyelids drooped again, and her face was stubbornly expressionless, but her eyes, which were as bright as a princess, were a little red.
"Norma, I want to know the specific plan of the academy's implementation of the action." The gold in Xia Mi's eyes was so blazing, as blazing as a fire burning all over the mountains. Her voice was light, like a harmonica played by a girl in the Alps.
But she didn't get a response from Norma, of course, the dragon slayer named Hilbert Jean Ange had already dug graves for all the dragons, and found their destinations in fate. When the dragon king named Jörmungandr returned to her own nest, the connection between the king of the earth and the mountain and the world was completely severed.
Xia Mi slowly raised her head, as if she wanted to see the eye of heaven hanging in the sky everywhere in this world through the not-so-high ceiling and the barrier between the world.
She was exposed. Yes, at this moment, she knew she was exposed.
"We have to leave here." Xia Mi said, her voice still soft and thin, as if the so-called Jörmungandr was just an illusion.
She could feel who was invading the Nibelung. Odin's breath was the breath of the god she was most familiar with, because she had observed him for a long time. Odin's realm was connecting with Shami's realm, and an inevitable war would soon break out between them.
At this time, she felt that she had to make a choice. She had to return to Fenrir, the other twin on the throne of King of Earth and Mountains. He was even more powerful than Norton, King of Bronze and Fire. He could protect Shami at this moment, and Odin could not compete with Fenrir.
The girl's white shadow leaped into the dark passage. Before leaving, she took one last look at her phone and carefully put it into her handbag.
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"The Equipment Department can sometimes come up with something useful." Xia Mi trudged along the subway tracks leading deep into the Nibelungen. She had walked this route many times because it was the way home, and Fenrir was waiting for her at home. It was pitch black all around. The Nibelungen was under attack, and its functions were severely damaged. Even Xia Mi could no longer comprehend its rules, and could no longer use the searchlights on the four walls to illuminate her.
At least the idiots in the equipment department did not transform the tools issued to the action team members into bombs, and the small flashlight that had been hanging on the key chain has been used until now.
Xia Mi awakened the heart of the dragon king in Jörmungandr and also awakened the dragon bones in her body, but she is still Xia Mi's soul, or in fact Jörmungandr is Xia Mi.
The girl was wearing slippers, her exposed ankles and toes were frozen red, a crimson light was shining on the rock wall in front of her, and the elemental turbulence invading from the real world lifted up her skirt, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
But Xia Mi suddenly stopped. The railroad track ended here. The train that was supposed to pick her up at the platform was overturned and torn apart by a terrifying force. Dense scars covered the metal shell of the thing. Bronze dust covered the body of the steel giant. Xia Mi was stunned.
Because she suddenly found herself standing on burning coal slag, and the bronze dust was like fog, swept by the wind into the depths of the Nibelung, like a dandelion being blown away. The twisted rails spread in all directions like a group of steel snakes, with a dead beauty in their hideousness.
The Dragon King is not the only living creature in the Nibelung. After the collapse of dragon civilization and the end of the era, all the dragons living in this world died, but there are still creatures called sickle-weasels left to serve as servants of Jörmungandr. Now they are all dead, in a very short time, as if a fire had fallen from the sky and completely destroyed them. The bronze dust is the remnant after they were burned, and the smell of death is so strong that it is almost nauseating.
A low roar came from Xia Mi's throat, like an enraged lioness.
In the darkness ahead, on the only way to Fenrir, the rails were affected by something and became red hot. The iron-red light illuminated the darkness like hell. Dozens of rugged and deformed black shadows stood with their heads bowed, like believers in prayer. But their appearance was like that of gods or demons, hideous and terrifying. Each of them had hot dragon blood flowing in their bodies. They were the products of the alchemical matrix. Even the Dragon King, who was born to control Deadpool, could not distort their will and the instructions they received.
And today, the evil spirits received only one order.
Kill that girl!
The whistling wind was swept up by the elemental tide, and the black shadows slowly raised their heads, as if dozens of xenon lamps were lit up. The brilliant golden light brought with it an inexplicable silence and a threat that even made Xia Mi serious.
After the gas valve was opened, the sound of gas leakage rang out from all directions. It was like a death-threatening curse. The silver steam blocked all of Xia Mi's escape routes in just a few seconds. Her expression became more serious. Someone injected a huge amount of mercury vapor here. Mercury is highly toxic to dragons, but not necessarily to immortals. She had stepped into the trap prepared for her by the secret party.
At the same time, there was a faint sound of metal colliding above Xia Mi's head. That sound was the sound of the bolt hitting the primer. The sky-covering barrage of bullets poured down from the top of the tunnel. For a moment, it was like a torrent of metal! Xia Mi's pupils shrank slightly. She was a person who had experienced the war era. She knew that as long as the dragon slayer raised the hunting rifle, he would burst out with murderous intent like a mountain. Everything he did was to completely kill the dragon they wanted to hunt.
But at this moment she was still surprised at the power of the academy. In such a short time, the secret party not only invaded Nibelungen, but also prepared mercury vapor valves and heavy machine guns with power comparable to aircraft cannons installed above the tunnel.
The gunshots were like a thunderstorm, and the barrage of bullets cut through the red-hot cinders under the girl's feet like a peerless sword.
But the girl just walked slowly in the rain of bullets. She neither looked up at the sky nor showed anger, but just chanted in a high-pitched voice. That language was the language of some ancient and powerful spirit. A field that seemed to destroy everything and burn everything expanded with the girl as the center. The majestic power like a mountain burst out in this field of spirit. Every bullet fired by the heavy machine guns mounted on high places was a mercury core alchemical armor-piercing shell. Their initial velocity was already far beyond the speed of sound. Any direct hit could shatter several centimeters of steel plates. But in that thick field, they could not move forward.
It was not like the King of Bronze and Fire rapidly magnetizing and manipulating the metal in the field, but more like countless powerful hands fiercely reaching out and grasping the bullets falling from the sky. They were spinning to chisel a crack at the edge of the field or tear the field apart completely, but it was all in vain. The bullets were emitting a high-temperature red light, and from Xia Mi's position, it looked like stars falling from the sky.
The bullets could not reach Xia Mi, but only hit her feet. The coal slag immediately splashed to the height of a person, just like an angel in a white dress returning from the ruins. But the angel suddenly waved her palms, and all the bullets burned with a bang. The impurities turned into dust and were blown away by the wind. Each bullet turned into bright droplets. These droplets gathered in Xia Mi's empty palms, forming the shape of the sickle unique to the god of death.
There are not many conceptual weapons in the world. The Gungnir in Odin's hand is one, and the sickle in Shami's hand is half one.
Its concept is, death!
There was a trace of condescending disdain on Xia Mi's face. It was because the god saw mortals building the Tower of Babel and could destroy their efforts with just a flick of his hand.
Her footsteps were light, like the goddess of Luo River wading barefoot through the water. Every step she took was on the steel supports that were originally used to fix the rails among the coal slag on the ground, and every step was like she was stepping on fallen leaves on the water, causing ripples.
The barrage of steel was not enough to hurt the monarch on the throne. The sickle was held in his hand and waved with a red-hot light. The hot wind blew towards the black shadows, like the wind of death blowing in their faces.
But the reason why a trap is called a trap is because it can trap prey and wait for hunters to arrive with shotguns to harvest the prey's life.
The immortals were standing quietly in the darkness, but at this moment, every deformed monster heard the sound of some kind of machinery running behind their necks, like the sound of gears meshing and turning, subtle but present. Some injection devices were implanted behind their necks, and those devices carried a small amount of dragon blood, the blood of the Dragon King Norton. After Xia Mi was briefly suppressed in that narrow passage, Angers activated this device.
This blood can help immortals become more dangerous hunters.
After a few seconds of deathly silence, the immortals roared in pain, their bones grew again, and some even completely lost their human appearance, transforming into dragons, like a group of demons dancing wildly, or like evil spirits crawling out of the flames of hell, vowing to drag God down to hell.
The high-pitched chanting echoed through the tunnel, and the remaining intact rails began to twist like restless snakes.
Xia Mi finally became terrified. After so many years, she still remembered the fear of being dominated by the Black Supreme. The word chanted by all the immortals at the same time was,
emperor!
The power of the dragon's blood was drained from the girl's body at a speed visible to the naked eye. She swept her sickle towards the machine gun group that was still roaring like thunder. Immortals either flapped their membrane wings to float up, or crawled on the ground to prepare for attack. In their eyes, God had become extremely weak.
They could kill her!
The evil spirits also became crazy at this moment.
The girl let out a sharp roar, and her body became ferocious and majestic at an alarming speed. Clusters of golden needles emerged from under her skin and stretched into golden scales like blooming flowers. The Supreme Word suppressed her power, but she was not at her full strength to begin with. At this moment, Jörmungandr's dragon body was slowly armed on the girl's body like armor.
Chapter 143 Miss Xia Mi's Final Strategy (5)
The evil spirits have been silent in the darkness for too long. During those long years, they have only been accompanied by endless loneliness. They have forgotten hope, ideals, and even fear. Now they actually want to fight against God.
The immortals roared to the sky, and the golden dragon pupils burst out with a fierce light like an ancient lamp. The blood of the Dragon King taken from Norton was such a precious alchemical elixir. In the hundreds of years since the rise of alchemy, the hybrids had never obtained the blood of the Dragon King, let alone the blood of the Supreme Dragon King like Norton, which was full of power pumped from the heart.
Their bodies were completely covered with iron-blue scales, and a dull luster flowed over these metal-hard monsters. Dozens of pairs of huge wings flapped, slowly lifting them up and taking them off the ground. Each immortal folded his arms, like a suspended iron-blue cross, with bony faces and blazing eyes, looking both sacred and evil, hideous and beautiful.
The monsters under the ice were not afraid of the poisonous erosion of the Dragon King's blood. They just roared in pain and were ecstatic because of the power surging in their bodies. They were just like real pure-blooded dragons in human form, as powerful as dragon-shaped Deadpool, but deep in their throats they were chanting ancient words.
The immortal's mouth opened and closed in an astonishing way, like the mouthparts of a giant python, which seemed able to fit a calf. Dozens of hoarse chanting voices rang out in a disorderly manner, and then the rhythm and rhyme tended to be consistent under the control of some unmatched will, as if believers who were chatting and laughing suddenly walked into an ancient temple, monks opened the long-sealed scriptures in front of them, and the Buddha, who was so old that he seemed to be dying, led them to recite the scriptures from the ancient times together.
It was like a raging storm, the power of the Word Spirit surged towards Xia Mi in waves. Her body was shaking violently, her bones were thin and hideous, and she was as beautiful as an angel who had fallen into hell.
She could already hear the incessant crackling of electricity in the air again, which meant that Odin's Nibelung was briefly merging with this place, and the fusion process began at the end of the tunnel behind the girl and extended along the iron dragon-like track.
What does that god want to do?
he thinks……
Eat me and Fenrir.
Xia Mi gritted her teeth, and the scythe of death swung out a sharp arc of light, and the power of the spirit of words was about to be cut off.
The ground was littered with brass shells, some of which even had faint flames floating in them, and the coal slag appeared hazy in the swaying flames.
The chanting of the immortals did not stop because of Jörmungandr's anger. Instead, it became sharper, from hoarse to high-pitched, and finally became like the roar of a huge bell!
Every note they uttered was like thunder descending, carrying with it the mighty majesty that had returned to the world from the source of history, transcending time, space, and destiny.
The Word Spirit that had wielded power in the age of dragons was not only able to awaken the sealed dragon blood in the bodies of hybrids and allow them to enter psychic vision, but it was also able to suppress pure-blooded dragons and make even the throne-holding kings kneel down.
It can even stir the elements in the Nibelung, making these conceptually dead elements become manic.
The air was vibrating violently at this moment. Xia Mi could feel some kind of cold air flow as sharp as a knife blade sweeping across, and spinning at a high speed like a whirlpool.
The bronze powder left by the dead sickle-weasels on the ground was blown up by the fierce wind, like a sandstorm sweeping through the tunnel.
Xia Mi's knowledge of the immortals was not complete. She was active before the Middle Ages, when the Persian Empire and its immortal army had already fallen, and the immortals' technology had not yet been discovered and reactivated by the secret party. But now she knew how dangerous this enemy was. Their eyes were full of panic, exuding the majesty of bronze and fire, which meant that these immortals had absorbed Norton's blood not long ago.
They all use the word spirit named Emperor, which means that their brains have not completely degenerated and they can even use their own word spirits. If such power appeared on the battlefield with dragons in ancient times, it would be a devastating destruction and death for dragons below the third generation. Only pure-blooded dragons at the prince level can stand before the blade of the Immortal Legion.
Listening to the ancient and extremely majestic words, Xia Mi seemed to be able to see the throne belonging to a certain black supreme standing at the other side of fate. The deep hatred pierced the girl's heart like a sword.
Xia Mi slowly raised her head, anger bursting out from that face that could be said to be a disaster for the country and the people, so much hatred and resentment surged out of her golden pupils, like a tide in a storm.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!" The girl's screams were as sharp as a sword. She was fighting against the "Emperor" with her body of a king. Xia Mi's golden eyes became hotter and hotter. Her facial bones seemed to be crackling, but in the end she did not transform into a female dragon. It seemed that she did not want to completely transform into a dragon. Until this moment, she still retained the characteristics of a human girl.
Maybe she didn't want someone to not recognize her when they came.
"How dare you lowly people usurp the authority of the Supreme!" The girl's voice became louder and louder, and she became angrier and angrier. The sickle turned into a roaring dragon that wanted to devour everything in front of it.
The titles of the four great kings were only inferior to the Supreme, and if we look back at the history of the dragon race, the number of Supremes would not exceed three. When she roared angrily, the shadow of a mighty dragon that penetrated the heavens and the earth appeared behind her, crawling like a giant python that could surround the world.
The majesty of the king cannot be violated. When Xia Mi roared, the immortals were immediately counterattacked. The shadow of the Atrium Serpent stood tall and roared at them from a spiritual level. The roars seemed to come down from the clouds, making all the immortals' knees crack. Only by kneeling down in submission could they avoid breaking their bones.
The word spirit hidden in her roar is an extremely dangerous "royal power" in the series of the king of the earth and the mountain.
All the people or dragons targeted by this word spirit will have their entire bodies subjected to pressure ten or even dozens of times their own weight. The only way to avoid having their spine and cervical vertebrae broken is to kneel down, bury their heads in the dirt, and face the releaser of the word spirit in a submissive manner.
Xia Mi is such a proud girl. She and her brothers once joined hands to kill Nidhogg, and now they still want to use the "royal power" to fight against the "emperor"!
To this day, thousands of years have passed, but the shadow of the Black King still lingers in the dark side of the world. The sleeping monarchs and the princes who have hidden themselves in human society will still remember that towering figure, which is like a mountain suppressing despair on the heads of all lives.
A huge force was applied to the body, and the ghost suspended in the air suddenly stagnated. The immortals' bone density and muscle density were originally extremely high. When they broke free from the ice, they weighed 100 kilograms. After being injected with Norton's blood, they were drastically transformed into dragons, and their weight alone exceeded 300 kilograms.
The power of royal authority forced them to bow their heads.
The suspended evil spirits fell to the ground, their spines and cervical vertebrae making cracking sounds, and after standing there for a few seconds, they fell to the ground.
It was really strange yet solemn, as if groups of demons were meeting the devil named Satan in hell. The immortals crawled in the broken coal slag, and the coal slag collided with the bones as hard as bronze and was crushed into powder, and the sound of the shattering was heard everywhere.
But even though the ghosts could hardly lift their heads, they still chanted the high-pitched words at the top of their lungs with their almost deformed vocal cords!
They were sinking inch by inch into the coal slag, blood and broken bones splattering, the domain of royal power was still expanding under Xia Mi's control, but suddenly the boundary of that domain began to ripple.
Xia Mi's eyes widened.
The suppression of her by the words chanted by the immortals suddenly intensified, the domain of royal power was immediately compressed, and the heavy pressure that God brought down from the sky on the evil spirits suddenly decreased at this moment.
The eyes of the immortals who were pressed into the coal slag were gleaming, and the blood flowing back made those golden pupils filled with bulging bloodshot. They roared excitedly and twisted violently. The flesh and blood of every immortal was damaged, revealing the bones that were of a dark golden color.
It was really terrifying, so terrifying that it reminded me of groups of dead bones pushing open the coffins and crawling out of the soil of the cemetery, and the smell of blood and decay was blown by the wind and hit my face.
The monsters' bones creaked as they slowly stood up in horror. Their spines and necks twisted in strange ways, and then the muscles on their backs bulged high like towering mountains. The broken wing bones grew back, and the original wing bones were broken and removed by their hands, and some were even brandished as swords.
Then, the membrane on the wing bones quickly regenerated, and dozens of pairs of wings began to flap again. A hurricane was stirred up, and the wings flapped faster and more powerfully. The bronze dust was swept away by wave after wave of strong winds. Xia Mi suddenly realized that her power was being suppressed by the emperor, and had been suppressed to the limit.
She was not known for her powerful strength among the kings, and now she was suppressed by the Emperor of Words. In addition, Xia Mi was not even a juvenile of Jörmungandr at this moment, but at most a semi-awakened body. Her control over the elements was suppressed to the bottom, and the royal power could not even completely crush the fighting spirit of the immortals.
Xia Mi's action not only prevented the emperor from being interrupted, but also made the evil spirits who were awakened from the darkness surprisingly realize how weak the gods before them were.