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Low, uncontrollable roars erupted from their throats, and the flames in their golden dragon pupils seemed to be gushing out in substance. Hundreds of immortals chanted high-pitched spiritual words while flapping their membrane wings, completely surrounding Xia Mi from the front, back, left, right, and even overhead.
This is the Dragon King's death trap, and the net has been set up.
Xia Mi felt that she had nowhere to retreat. Although she was unwilling to admit it, she was still afraid of Nidhogg in her heart. Even the word spirit of the emperor could suppress her to an extreme degree. The iron sickle was still swinging, but the arc light was getting fainter and fainter.
The ghosts knew very well what they were hunting. It was the ultimate predator, standing at the top of the food chain pyramid. If it were not for the Supreme Words being recited at this moment, they would even be crushed into powder by the royal power used by Xia Mi in an angry state.
So the deformed monsters just roared and circled around Xia Mi, their eyes dragged long and narrow tails of light in the air full of bronze dust, and the high-pitched words being chanted in their mouths were heading towards a certain point that even Xia Mi would be afraid of.
The immortals' membranous wings flapped like a flock of vultures, waiting beside the dying tigress.
The whistle and the sound of gas leakage suddenly became more shrill, and the silver mist formed by mercury vapor filled the space again. Xia Mi's face became ugly.
In this state, it was difficult for her to resist the erosion of mercury. If she didn't find a way to leave immediately or return to Fenrir, Xia Mi would not be killed by these lowly immortals, but she would definitely be taken as prey by other things.
She could already feel that the two powerful beings had completely descended here. This Nibelungen was no longer safe. Only she and Fenrir could work together to deal with multiple gods.
The girl's blood seemed to be boiling, and her body was covered with dense scales, but these scales could not tear the dress apart.
The sickle suddenly extended, and the weapon seemed to come alive, sweeping across the demons in the sky.
But it shattered when it touched something, turning into metallic spots all over the sky. Xia Mi's pupils contracted, and she realized what it was. The weapon instantly regrouped and then chopped down again.
The sound of glass breaking was heard, and this time she successfully cut off an immortal. He was cut horizontally from the waist, and the sticky black blood was like spilled oil.
But that was all. Bo's all-out attack could only cause this much damage.
A golden air wall gradually appeared outside the area originally supported by Xia Mi. Violent ripples appeared where the sickle passed, but they healed in an instant.
That is the realm of the Word Spirit.
The Emperor's Domain!
Xia Mi felt like a demon trapped under a huge bronze bell. Surrounding her were towering monks with ferocious faces, who were chanting spells to suppress the demon at the same time!
Dragon King Jörmungandr has nowhere to escape!
She fought alone in desperation, with no one able to help her. The fate of the abandoned people was so sad, living alone and dying alone.
The immortals roared collectively. The domain built by hundreds of immortals was indestructible. Even the real Dragon King could not break through the pressure of the emperor. They were even more excited. That great god, that great god! She was going to be killed by them!
The sounds of countless dragon characters began to resonate fiercely in the roar, and the elements in the entire Nibelung were stirred up by a frenzy, like an unstoppable tide. All the immortals began to chant their own words at this moment. Such a dense crowd of high-level hybrids using their words at the same time had appeared only a few times in history, and each time they had turned the tide and thwarted the revival of the prince or even the monarch. Today they were going to create new history.
The final batch of immortals will put the perfect end to this weapon.
"Your technology is so advanced now that you have even invaded the king's territory and made so many deployments here." Xia Mi sighed softly, "The age of dragons has passed. My brothers don't know about this. Some of them are still trying to regain their former glory, but the glory of the Forsaken Clan is nothing more than a desolate throne in the wilderness."
She held the huge sickle upside down, standing quietly in the center of the light. The shadow of the sickle and the girl fell on the cinder-covered ground, swaying like tulips in the wind.
The girl's skin was fair and beautiful. She tied her long hair into a high ponytail with one hand. The tie was just a black rubber band wrapped around her wrist. For a moment, she looked like a kendo girl in a Japanese anime, standing gracefully and with a slender figure.
It was unknown when the pair of slippers was thrown away. Xia Mi was standing barefoot on the hot coal cinders. Her crystal toes and slender white ankles were stained with bright red blood. The coal cinders were still burning. It was unknown when Xia Mi's feet were burned. With the black coal cinders as the base, the red and white colors were intertwined, as soft as a weave, so gorgeous that it almost pierced the eyes of the immortals.
Her stunning dragon eyes were still burning brightly, reflecting the flames of the cage-like area, like a layer of light flowing clouds flying through the pupil shadows.
Xia Mi lifted her bangs and suddenly did a very strange movement. She touched the small handbag that was still on the crook of her left arm, and a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes.
The sadness in those eyes was so strong, like the throne of mountains and rivers.
"Principal? Or the school directors? There must be some secret party rulers watching here, right?" Xia Mi asked softly. She looked around silently, and bright drops of liquid dropped from the sickle. It was hot metal. The droplets fell on the coal slag and immediately ignited the coal that had not yet cooled down, burning a small flame.
"Where is your real winning card? If you want to challenge the majesty of the king just by relying on these half-human, half-dragon creatures, it is a foolish act." Although she was in a desperate situation, she still held her head high with pride. The power of the Dragon King in the emperor's territory was also rapidly dissipating, but Xia Mi was trying to resist this territory. She and her brothers were very good at doing this kind of thing. They were originally people who rebelled and even killed the emperor.
But it will take some time. She needs some time to temporarily make the effect of this word spirit no longer work on her.
Unfortunately, what she lacks most now is time.
Xia Mi could already feel the murderous intent slowly approaching from behind her. It was a malicious intent as violent as a sandstorm, with no disguising or hiding at all. It just walked openly on the iron dragon-like track. The god and his steed were approaching, followed by his thousands of troops behind him.
This is how the war between dragon kings works. They invade each other's Nibelung, kill them all, destroy all life in the Nibelung, and completely devour the power of the other king.
Until now, Xia Mi still hasn't given up. As long as she can get to Fenrir, even Odin can't do anything to her. Unless the true Supreme comes, among the eight kings, probably only the first one born can suppress Fenrir, a giant first-generation species that doesn't even have a human form, in terms of strength.
But the air was still filled with only the high-pitched, hissing chants. The elements were being disturbed, and the entire Nibelung seemed to be trembling. It even had to draw matter from the real world to maintain the balance of its existence. Outside, cirrus clouds were hanging low, and the thick dark clouds were like the horns of demons reaching from the sky to the ground, with purple and white lightning roaring violently in them.
Every immortal was a high-level hybrid with extremely pure bloodline during their lifetime. Their words and spirits were dangerous even on the dragon-slaying battlefield, and some had even destroyed ancient dragons head-on.
Now these words will undoubtedly be used on Jörmungandr.
But no one responded to Xia Mi's question. She let out a heavy sigh, then slowly bent her waist. Her whole body was glowing like fireflies. Her heartbeat, which was ten times stronger than before, was like the buzzing of an exciting war drum. The girl's body grew visibly. She became taller and more beautiful, with a thin waist and long legs. Her breasts also grew a lot. Her beautiful body contained the power to break rocks.
Then the girl raised her head again, and the fine white scales started from the tip of her nose and the corners of her eyes, growing all over her body like inflorescences. A roar came from her body, and her bones were biting together, almost forming a complete dragon body.
The immortals in front of them didn't even see what happened before the sickle was swung again. This time the scythe was swung like a meteorite, and the power to destroy everything was about to completely destroy them from a material level!
This was indeed the case. Xia Mi released her Heart of the Dragon King, completely releasing it. The power of Jörmungandr surged in her body. Although the emperor's words were still suppressing her, it would not take much time for a king to kill the reptile.
More than ten immortals were annihilated in a single attack, their flesh, blood and bones vanishing from the world.
"You don't understand the power of the king at all." Xia Mi's voice was clear, and the majesty in her eyes spread uncontrollably. The riot of the elements stopped for a moment, and the domain created by the emperor's words also dimmed a little at this moment.
She raised the sickle again, but a huge look of horror appeared on that charming and solemn face.
The girl turned around fiercely, her white dress was torn by scales, her body was slender but full of strength, her muscles were tense at this moment, and the shadow of the Earthly Python appeared behind her again.
At the end of the dark tunnel, the sound of slow, heavy horse hooves could be heard. It was so clear that it seemed to be ringing directly in the ears. Every step the horse took was shaking the foundation of the Nibelung's existence. Fenrir finally let out an angry roar at the end of the tunnel on the other side.
All the immortals slowly descended, they restrained their rude gazes, and knelt on one knee in the hot cinders, as if they were meeting a great monarch.
The bronze dust was blown away by the sudden strong wind. In the darkness, there was a mirror that was so huge that it could fill the entire tunnel. There was a faint sound of thunder. The strong wind brought drizzle, which fell drop by drop on the coal slag on the ground, making a hissing sound of water vapor evaporating. The rain in the mirror became heavier and heavier, and finally the rain curtain cut into the subway diagonally.
Suddenly, a brilliant light lit up inside, as if a god was about to descend! In the rain, there was a long road that seemed to lead to the sky!
There are ancient candles on the roadside, and the candles are lit one by one, swaying in the strong wind, like the ancient road to the underworld leading the dead. At the end of the ancient road, there is a knight standing quietly, seemingly standing tall and proud. He stands in the heavy rain, but the fierce light on his body is enough to illuminate both worlds!
"Odin..." Xia Mi narrowed her eyes slightly.
Suddenly, a large group of black shadows slowly stood up beside Odin, and the smell of decay came with the storm. They were the heroes summoned by Odin for Ragnarok. Each of them held a rusty weapon, and the hands holding the weapons were dry and pale, with sharp claws. In the darkness, pairs of emotionless and violent golden eyes lit up, and the pupil light was like a flickering flame.
As expected, the god came to Xia Mi with thousands of troops.
The eight-legged horse Sleipnir carried Odin along a long road. Every time they passed a place, a candle would go out, until finally the world in the mirror was completely dark.
The sound of something breaking glass was heard, and the brilliant golden light finally tore through the barrier between the two worlds. Odin and his army stepped firmly on the railroad tracks not far in front of Xia Mi.
Something was thrown out by the god and landed in front of the girl. Xia Mi's pupils shrank slightly.
It turned out to be...Angers!
That iron-blooded dragon slayer, that most powerful dragon slayer hero, all the bones in his body were broken, but his eyes were still bright, with the flames of hatred jumping in them!
"It's you! It's you! You too!" The old man's voice was hoarse and he was coughing up blood while speaking.
But Xia Mi slapped the old man in the face and spat lightly, and the golden dragon blood was sprayed on Angé's chest, "So what if it's me? Aren't we grasshoppers on the same rope now? And old man, are the things in your academy reliable? Those monsters are worshipping Odin!" Xia Mi cursed condescendingly.
But Ange couldn't say anything, he seemed to be still immersed in the fear of discovering the secret that Xia Mi was actually Jörmungandr.
But the next second Xia Mi's expression became even uglier.
It was obvious that the other party was well prepared. Odin was also quite powerful in the human world. He had quietly controlled the Immortal Legion, which the Camarilla regarded as its secret weapon!
Now she was attacked from both sides. The enemy team consisted of Odin in his prime, countless Deadpools, and dozens of Immortals. And on her side...
Xia Mi lowered her head and glanced at Hilbert Jean-Ange, who was lying on the ground unable to move because of broken bones all over his body. She held her forehead and sighed helplessly. It was already troublesome enough for her to break out by herself, and now she had to bring a burden with her.
She looked at Odin in front of her like a vigilant lioness, as if she wanted to say something, but the god was dead silent, and the murderous intent was approaching silently.
In the dark tunnel, golden fireworks exploded behind Odin. The fireworks were so brilliant and dazzling that even Xia Mi was momentarily distracted. The fireworks then turned into golden streams of light, like countless shooting stars, and in each golden light was a twisted branch-like spear.
The sickle hummed and trembled. Those spears were not the holy spears of fate, but they were also dangerous ancient alchemical weapons, the creation of the king. The huge word spirit field opened in front of Xia Mi again, but it was not for attack, but for defense. Odin was a powerful first-generation species, and Xia Mi was no match for him today, so she could only make this choice.
But that layer of air wall shattered like paper, and the sickle only blocked those strange spears for a second before it completely collapsed. However, all the guns disappeared when they came in front of the girl, leaving only the most important one!
A trace of despair appeared on Xia Mi's face.
The aura of death was approaching, and the spear was about to pierce the girl's heart, but a thunderous explosion sounded from the depths of the tunnel!
That was a gunshot!
The speed of the bullet was much faster than the speed of sound, so when they heard the gunshot, the bullet was already close to them. A mercury-core alchemical armor-piercing bullet accurately hit the tip of the spear. Although it was not enough to destroy it or knock it away completely, it made it deviate from the target and hit the coal slag on the side. Only a few dozen centimeters of the gun handle remained on the ground, shaking and buzzing fiercely.
Chapter 144: Miss Xia Mi's Final Strategy (End) ( words, please subscribe)
This bustling and busy city suddenly had a strong wind tonight. The traffic lights on every street were flashing in disorder. The scaly dark clouds that were about to cover the whole city came from the west, tearing the sea of stars and surging over the city. A rainstorm without any warning was about to fall. But in fact, the previous rainstorm had just ended.
The most obvious external manifestation of the elemental turbulence stirred up by the Dragon King is the violent storm that completely defies the laws of nature.
There was a rock band from the United States holding a concert up front. The venue was very low-lying and would easily be flooded if there was a heavy rain. At this moment, the crowd was running frantically to hide back home.
Lu Mingfei stopped against the crowd running in one direction. He looked up to see the direction of the dark clouds. Thick white lightning crossed the sky, like a giant dragon across the world. There was a lot of noise around him, and the shouts of children and screams of women mixed into a symphony that made people crazy.
The city seemed to spread out before him, with lights like mountains and seas converging and surging towards him like a tide.
Some people looked in surprise at the man who was walking against the crowd like a small boat towards the direction of the rainstorm. He was too young, but his whole body exuded a decadent and aloof temperament. Although all the clothes on his body seemed to be able to buy a luxury car, his expression was wooden and sad.
At this time, a rumbling sound came from the middle of the crowd, which was quite abrupt. The people who were running wildly dodged to the side in horror, fearing that the brakes of the thing behind them would fail and knock them down.
Lu Mingfei also dodged to the side. He wondered, at this time, there are still people riding tricycles into the crowd? This guy is really bold. He can blackmail anyone who scratches or bumps into him.
But then Lu Mingfei's expression became stunned, because the crowd parted in front of him, like a raging river suddenly splitting at a sandy embankment, and everyone's expression was horrified. He slowly tightened the shoulder straps that secured the backpack to his back, and under his lowered eyelids was a will-o'-the-wisp golden light that even the shadows could not completely cover.
All the hybrids from all over the world gathered in this ancient city today. They naively wanted to kill the king of the earth and mountains who had awakened from the throne. Even the monsters that had not appeared in the world for a long time roared one by one. Today, the city was full of ghosts and monsters and evil spirits. Even if a strange creature appeared on the street and hurt people, Lu Mingfei would not be too surprised.
Because he is now the biggest monster, when he gets ruthless, even the gods have to kneel down and sing "Conquer". President Lu is not afraid of anything like the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.
Lu Mingfei's muscles were knotted all over his body, like the surging waves of a river. The crowd in front of him parted, and the crowded people huddled on both sides with terrified faces, leaving a path at least three meters wide for the things behind. Their expressions were as terrified as quails in the rain, or as if they had seen a demon.
Lu Mingfei thought, could it be that Nibelung and the sickle-weasel queen inside ran out? Damn it! His expression became more serious, the handle of the lustful knife was tightly grasped in his hand, the blade was close to his forearm and was about to slide out of the cuff, and his body was slightly squatting, and the terrifying power in his seemingly thin body was agitated, like a vigilant cheetah.
Could it be that the thumping sound was the heartbeat of the thing behind? Lu Mingfei was somewhat suspicious. It was rare to see dragons and dragon subspecies with hearts beating at this frequency and making this kind of sound. But the sound of the heartbeat could actually be transmitted over such a long distance. It must be a very dangerous subspecies.
A long, twisted shadow appeared from the corner of the crowd, and a dazzling light was projected from above the shadow, sweeping across the crowd like an evil ghost selecting food. Lu Mingfei felt that he could not delay any longer, so he jogged, still holding the handle of the lustful knife in his hand, but his upper body was already in the posture of Iai.
His mind flashed again and again with Iai's starting move. It was a sword technique that he had practiced thousands or tens of thousands of times. The color range had already slid out and was close to the waist, and he could swing out a sharp arc of light at any time. He finally heard a devil-like roar coming from the direction of that thing.
The guy who made the heartbeat sound finally turned the corner. His metallic head and cyberpunk-style horns...
Lu Mingfei stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
It was indeed a three-wheeled vehicle, but the guy who was pedaling hard and rushing through the crowd was a sturdy guy with a plaid shirt that was bulging with muscles, and his face was equally terrified.
It's Fingel.
The crowd wouldn't have been afraid of a three-wheeled vehicle, but this thing was carrying a huge, smelly bucket of feces, probably the excrement cleaned up from a neighborhood where a water pipe had burst.
What's even more terrifying is that this guy was waving a wet, yellow mop in his hand. No one dared to get within three meters of him. He was so mighty and majestic that he was like Zhao Zilong at Changbanpo. He could go in and out seven times without any problem.