Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 175 How Many Siheyuans Are These?
"It's a good title, I like it."

Mr. McDonald said with a smile.

His voice could not be identified as male or female, only that he was not old.

"Your bodies are not here, you went to the wrong place."

Thakal said while moving his arms.

Although he recovered his muscles with yoga secrets, the pain did not go away.

"You seem to have got something wrong. I have nothing to do with them. I am who I am."

Mr. McDonald corrected me.

"Myself? Then what are you going to do?"

Takal asked.

"It's very simple. I heard that your well water here is good. I want to fetch a few barrels to make tea."

Mr. McDonald said it lightly, as if making a trivial request.

"You really came here for the Heavenly Dragon Orb."

Takal snorted coldly.

"Dragon Orb? Is that what you call that thing? It sounds like a second class."

Mr. McDonald's pouted.

"Then what do you call it?"

Takal asked.

He didn't really want to know, he was just stalling for time.

The changing of the guard will be in a few minutes, and the others will be looking for him to report on the situation.

"There is no name. After all, I may be the only one who knows its existence."

Mr. McDonald shrugged.

"If you have to choose a name, the Super Philosopher's Stone might be more appropriate."

He raised his M-shaped eyebrows in a rather comical way.

"You are a pure blood dragon."

Takal gritted his teeth and said.

"I didn't say it, be careful what comes out of your mouth."

The corners of Mr. McDonald's mouth are bent downwards, and there seems to be an unknown symbol in each pair of golden eyes, which are slowly turning upside down.

Thakal's eyes were deeply attracted by the two symbols. He realized that he should not look directly, but he was deeply immersed in them, dizzy like looking at a kaleidoscope.

"It's really a dragon!"

He bit his tongue hard and woke up from the hallucination with the help of severe pain.

Thakal's heart was shaken. Just a pair of eyes has such magic power. How many generations does this pure-blooded dragon belong to?

A kind of fear arises spontaneously in his heart, which is the fear of a counterfeit facing the genuine product, the fear of the prey facing the top predator, and the fear of the user of the speech spirit facing the master of the speech spirit.

But soon, a wave of anger ignited from the depths of Thakal's soul.

What is he afraid of?
Even if the opponent is the Dragon King, is it more terrifying than the dark life in the slums?

Think about the piles of rubbish, think about the filth that is close at hand, think about the never-satisfying stomach, think about the fate of the endless reincarnation of generations.

No one can stand in his way, not even Dragon Clan!

The fiery golden pupils opened angrily, and the bloodshot pupils showed a deep dark golden color.

The scale on his forehead protruded outwards, and the pupil-like pattern also turned golden, looking like a third eye.

The Eye of Extinction.

This is the symbol of Lord Shiva's representative in the world, and also the symbol of India's highest bloodline.

Mr. McDonald watched the change of his expression with great interest, and his face became a little serious after he saw the eyes of destroying the world.

He could feel the terrifying power in that eye, and even he couldn't take it lightly.

"I have to say that human beings are indeed terrifying. After spending so much money to steal power, although it is incomplete, it is still powerful."

Mr. McDonald said quietly.

"Your time is past."

Thakal said with a sneer, taking his weapon from his waist.

A scimitar inlaid with huge gemstones, the body of the knife is filled with patterns like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the edge of the blade is glowing with a rich red light.

On one side is a copper shield carved with the image of Shiva. The three eyes of the image are black gemstones the size of a thumb.

This is an alchemy weapon borrowed by his father-in-law from the Atta Spiritual Monastery, and it is a court collection handed down from the Mauryan Dynasty Ashoka.

With a knife in his right hand and a shield in his left hand, Thakal stared directly at Mr. McDonald, full of fighting spirit.

"Battered copper and rotten iron. Only the blade is interesting. The craftsman who made the knife is really willing to use such a large piece of the Philosopher's Stone for coating."

Mr. McDonald commented mercilessly.

"It's just that the craftsmanship is too poor. I can make ten better ones with the same material."

"It's enough to kill you."

Takar said lightly.

"is it?"

Mr. McDonald laughed lightly, raised his hand, and threw out a black shadow.

The speed he threw was not fast, and Thakal could clearly see that it was a small stone.

It looks very round, at least after millions of years of erosion.

But it is still just a small stone, even if it hits an ordinary person, it will at most cause some skin trauma.

Then, Thakal showed a look of readiness.

He will never forget that he almost lost a hand when he took over Laji's body just now.

There is likely to be the same power hidden on this pebble.

So Thakal chose to squat down.

The stone passed through the place where his chest used to be, and hit the tiger skin coat of the statue of Shiva.

With a burst of teeth-stinging clicks, the mighty statue disintegrated into a pile of gravel.

The stones got mixed in and couldn't be seen anymore.

"Your god is cracked, are you still so confident?"

Mr. McDonald's tone was slightly mocking.

"I never believed in any god."

Thakal stood up, looking as usual.

"Oh? I just saw you praying all the time."

Mr. McDonald was a little surprised, he has been monitoring Thakal's actions.

"That's pretending. They believe in God and I believe in God. They ask me to pray, so I pray. If there is a god in the world, he should protect us before my father and mother died tragically."

Thakal slapped the copper shield with a scimitar, and the Shiva pattern on the shield gradually glowed blue.

"Now, I am my god."

With a roar, he rushed towards Mr. McDonald with rhythmic steps.

Thakal's every step was so explosive that the solid rock floor trembled.

"Ambitious."

Mr. McDonald gave a thumbs up, then raised his hand and threw a lot of stones.

It looks like a child's trick, but it contains infinite murderous intent.

Under the supreme authority of the "eye" of all things, even a stone can destroy a mountain.

Facing the overwhelming rain of death stones, Takal kicked his feet into the air and took the initiative to meet it.

But the moment he collided with Shi Yu, his limbs, spine, and cervical spine were twisted into inhuman angles, and his whole body shrank inward into a ball, completely hiding within the protection range of the copper shield.

"It's just a joke, isn't it?"

Mr. McDonald was dumbfounded.

He has seen countless scenes in his life, but he has never seen this kind of scene.

He has also seen yoga performances on TV, but not to this extent. This guy is made of rubber, right?

The stone collided with the copper shield, and the sound of metal friction made the teeth go soft.

The statues of gods affected by the stone rain were all turned into a pile of gravel, but the blue light of the copper shield kept vibrating but never went out.

"It turned out to be a shield made of Orichalcum. I used the alchemy field to cover it up, but I didn't recognize it. A whole piece of Orichalcum was used to face the shield. You guys robbed Norton's treasure house, right?"

Mr. McDonald complained.

At the same time, he was deeply envious of how many courtyard houses could be replaced by such a large piece of mountain copper.

(End of this chapter)