Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

His claws were shaped like white sickles, and were as sharp as Murasame's, but even harder and more flexible. They were basically alchemical weapons that had grown out of his body.

In that moment of mutual intersection, Chu Zihang used a long knife covered with black high-temperature airflow to tear open Bunin's scales, leaving charred scars on his body.

Bunin stood there indifferently, his lower body was a slender snake tail, like the snake-shaped Deadpool left over from Herzog's experiments, but more perfect than Deadpool, almost like a forbidden creature made by God according to the manuscript.

The old man with a vicissitudes of life stared at his wound, quietly emitting great majesty. Chu Zihang's whole body exploded and pushed the blood burst to the third degree before he could barely maintain his calmness and fighting power.

After a moment, Bunin used his sharp claws to cut through the scales and tore off the piece of flesh that was injured by Chu Zihang. He threw it into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it. Chrisga showed a look of nausea on her face.

"The Dragon Spider is a second-generation dragon with a strong self-healing ability. My Jun Yan can temporarily block this ability, but he tore off the necrotic tissue." Chu Zihang said coldly.

Sure enough, in full view of everyone, the blurry flesh on Bunin's wrist that was torn off began to wriggle and grow, and after a moment it became as soft and white as a baby's skin. Then the sharp scales pierced the skin and were exposed to the air. After they were fastened together one by one, they were no different from the other scales nearby, except that they were covered with dense spots of mercury.

After doing all this, Bunin looked at the direction of Chu Zihang from afar, then a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the wings made up of wing bones behind him opened, and the strong wind stirred up the mercury vapor in the underground space.

He was arrogant and cruel. When his body was fully stretched out, he was four or five meters tall, like a giant shrouded in mist.

After the sharp claws at the end of the wing bones bounced off, countless white silks actually sprayed out from the root-like glands inside, just like a giant spider constructing a maze with spider silk in its nest.

"Don't touch that thing." Zero said coldly, and she stopped Chrisja from reaching out to touch the silk thread that had been blown to them by the cold wind from the ventilation system.

"It looks harmless, but it is actually nano-scale biological material. It has a high density but a small diameter. It is a hundred times tougher than spider silk and is covered with highly corrosive proteases. It will burn through your skin and extract your vitality before supplying it to the dragon spider's body."

Krista shuddered coldly.

The dragon-slaying history in the college library once recorded a fragment of another dragon spider. Many years ago in Romania, that powerful second-generation species occupied an entire forest, covering everything visible with white silk threads. Once humans and livestock entered, they never left.

It is not difficult to imagine that anyone who breaks in becomes nutrients for the dragon spider. They are entangled in the spider silk and eventually even the organic components in the bone residue are absorbed.

She quickly dodged backwards to avoid the oncoming spider silk.

"What should we do?" Susie asked.

"It's okay." Chu Zihang whispered. He watched Bunin use the wing bones behind him as claws, grab the spider silk that was twisted like a steel cable, and leap up, disappearing into the depths of the vast white steam.

The high concentration of mercury vapor in the surrounding air is a slow poison to them and a deadly poison to dragons.

Although it is unknown why Old Bunin appears in his current form, the Dragon Spider is definitely a second-generation pure-blooded dragon.

Besides, Chu Zihang had undergone the Nibelungen Plan, which was tempered with the dragon bone cross of the king of bronze and fire. Jun Yan had already become so violent that he was almost about to evolve into the next form. It was just unknown whether it would be Rhine or Black Sun after the complete evolution.

Although the entangled spider silk is tough and sharp, it is still essentially protein after all. It will denature and be destroyed immediately under high temperature burning.

After three bloody outbursts, Chu Zihang once again felt the feeling of holding power. Everything around him became clearer, and the world expanded and contracted with every breath.

He rubbed his eyes and dropped the two films into the mercury pool. Blue ripples appeared on the surface of the pool.

After taking off his contact lenses, the pair of golden-red eyes could no longer be concealed, and the majesty that was no less than that of a prince spread out in all directions with him as the center.

No matter what Bunin wanted to do, he was wrong. Chu Zihang had not been in such a bloody state for a long time, but once the lion in one's heart is released, there is no way to stop.

The man slowly backed away in front of the girls, pulled out another long sword he brought from the academy from behind his back and formed a cross with Murasame.

They leaned their backs against huge load-bearing pillars to avoid attacks from behind.

"How do you feel?" Susie asked.

"Before the blood burst, he is stronger than me. After the blood burst, the match should be evenly matched." Chu Zihang said.

This is a very conservative estimate. Dragon spiders are not giant species known for their strength. If it was Samson under the Kuimen of the Three Gorges, Chu Zihang would never dare to say such a bold statement.

Bunin's strengths lie in his ghostly figure and his horrifying proficiency in words that help him blend into the shadows. In other words, in the history of dragons, dragon spiders have never been strong fighters on the front battlefield, but excellent killers for infiltration, subversion and assassination.

But after integrating into the Word Spirit Time Zero, Chu Zihang's positioning is no longer just a humanoid self-propelled mountain cannon. He is now a super high-speed incendiary machine. After the Time Zero domain is unfolded, his reaction speed is at least thirty times faster, and he can make any counterattack in an instant.

"But what we need to do is take him away." Susie pointed at the little devil nailed to the cross and looked around at the watermark steam. "If we continue to confront him here, the support from the safe haven will arrive soon."

"There will be no support." Intermittent coughing sounds came from the direction of the elevator. The thing started to move up and down silently, and actually carried another person into the final sanctuary.

Chu Zihang's pupils shrank slightly.

Bunin.

Alexander Bunin was old, weak, and only one step away from death due to organ failure.

What was that just now?
"What is that? A red tide?" A researcher stared blankly at the northern seas. The sea surface that was originally covered with floating ice was replaced by an endless expanse of red.

The so-called red tide is a harmful ecological phenomenon in which certain phytoplankton, protozoa or bacteria in seawater explode in multiplication or highly aggregate under specific physical and chemical factors and nutritional conditions, causing discoloration of the water and resulting in damage to the structure and function of the ecosystem.

However, red tide algae are not cold-resistant, and there are no nutrients in the Arctic Ocean. This phenomenon usually occurs in coastal areas with developed population, industry and aquaculture. The residues of nitrogenous compounds are discharged into the seawater, causing the disorderly reproduction of red tide algae.

However, the nearest human settlement is Verkhoyansk, where the sea water is close to 0 degrees all year round, and the conditions for a red tide outbreak are not met at all.

"It's not an ordinary red tide, but a gene leak. A similar incident happened once in 1943. The red tide at that time almost covered the entire Arctic Ocean. Scientists even found the remains of some unknown creatures along the coast." Lu Lincheng said softly, stretching his hand towards the sky, as if he wanted to touch the boundary of this illusory world.
"To this day we still haven't found the origin of the genetic storm, but there is no doubt that the door to the kingdom of God is in the Arctic Circle. Now that the door is open, a new battle royale game is about to begin." "You mean..." Dr. Duden was horrified, "devouring?"

"This time, the Supreme generously shared his genes with the world. Do you remember what was written in the Academy's report on the Tokyo incident? When the White King revives, he will devour her descendants to complete his own genes. I think the Supreme will do something similar..."

At this time, an elevated road made of reinforced concrete and earth was being built from another Nibelungen to the safe haven, like an iron dragon winding in the air.

This is the reason why the Holy Palace Medical Society has clearly developed such a huge force all over the world but has not been exposed to the eyes of the secret party. They never hide themselves in the real world, but build their nest in Odin's Nibelung.

The Ragnarok of the Gods is about to come, and the old guys can no longer sit still. They begin to wake up from their slumber one after another, and declare that they will establish a bronze sacred empire on the plate spanning Europe and Asia.

Even as the leader of this safe haven, Lu Lincheng did not have many opportunities to meet the elders who had lived from the sacred era of the Black King's rule to today. But he knew that each of these giant dragons gathered around Odin like wings was of the same generation as the four monarchs, or even older, and had witnessed the glorious era of the two kings. They had devoured the power and strength of countless princes, and every breath they took would cause the turbulence of the elements. In the era of co-rule by the kings, they were suppressed by the powerful monarchs, coveting the throne and burying their ambitions.

To this day, powerful kings have died one after another, and after the Ragnarok is the beginning of a new era. They have already reserved their own place on the list of new gods, and the old gods will eventually be buried in the garbage dump of history.

"The border of Nibelung has been opened." Pompey chuckled on the phone, "Dear Secretary-General, are you ready to go all-in with us... We have opened the door to the other side of the Kingdom of God."

The others finally realized that the safe haven was actually located in a land of the dead, and they were actually a group of ghosts. In this country made up entirely of dead people, the border with the real world was blurred, and even if a red tide came, it should not touch their coastline.

The ultimate application in the field of alchemy, space separation.

The refuge's real foundation was built on the site of the Black Swan Port in northern Siberia, but Odin opened the gate to and from the Nibelung on the vast Arctic Ocean.

Looking out from afar, the night sky above the ice sea was covered with dark clouds. The brilliant aurora could be seen through the gaps in the depths of the clouds. Huge icebergs stood in the red sea. Further away, at the end of the sea level, a towering giant ship was slowly approaching. Its shape was becoming more and more majestic, and its reflected shadow was also becoming larger and larger.

"Yamal?" Lu Lincheng murmured in a low voice.

"We have lost the saint, who was the key to the door to the kingdom of God, but fortunately we still have the Son of God," said Pompey.

"Son?"

"Hasn't he been with you all along? Alexander Bunin, the navigator of the Glorious Banner, one of the only two people who survived the Arctic expedition that year." Pompey said,

"In 1943, Vincent and our Miss Maria boarded the Prince Gauguin submarine and attacked the gate of the Kingdom of God with the last hope of the Third Reich. But before reaching the final destination, they were caught up by another submarine from the Soviet Union, which was Bunin's Brilliant Banner... Before arriving at the Kingdom of God, Vincent had already left the Prince Gauguin and only Maria entered the Kingdom of God with the submarine, so he cannot be counted as a survivor of that incident; and the files of the Brilliant Banner record that terrible things had happened there, and everyone's family received a high pension, but you already know that we tampered with the report of that mission, the Kremlin did not get the truth, and there was a survivor left on the Brilliant Banner, he was Alexander Bunin."

All of this was originally a secret that should have been buried forever in the deepest part of the Haven Archives, but Pompey was too excited. He had finally waited for the Twilight of the Gods and the opportunity to obtain all the ownership and power of this world from the Supreme. He could no longer conceal the ambitions that had to be buried deep in his heart due to restraint and fear.

"What about the Supreme of the Final Sanctuary? What role does he play in the end and rebirth of this world?" Lu Lincheng hesitated.
"And what about my son, Lu Mingfei? What role should he play?"

"The supreme beings of Nidhogg's generation hold the same power and authority as the Black King. Even in the most prosperous era of the dragon race, we had no way to completely kill them... They have lived through one era after another. They are clearly the abandoned children of this world, yet they still hold the ultimate authority in the world." Pompey's voice was somewhat complacent. "They are the biggest obstacle for us to move towards a new world. This surgical operation will take much longer than we imagined. When one of them wakes up, everything will be over. The power of the world will be redistributed, and we will suppress him again for an era until the next Ragnarok comes."

Little did they know that the amputation had already failed.

The Supreme was indeed going to die, but it was not because they killed each other in the dream, but because of anger and hatred.

He gave everything he had to Lu Mingfei, letting this man who had come through hardships to help him wield the knife and seek revenge.

They are the real Ragnarok.
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"This is the real reason. I'm a clone, and so is my boss. Christina has contaminated blood flowing in her body, so she formed a cocoon immediately after using that serum. That's clearly the honor of a pure-blooded dragon." Bunin said softly. His face was pale and he almost died, but he was still holding the box he brought out from City 023 in his hand, as if he was holding everything tightly.

The roar of a dragon spider was heard in the darkness, and a white silk thread, even faster than a bullet, suddenly pierced through Bunin's heart. He staggered to his knees, coughing violently and coughing up black blood.

But he actually started laughing wildly, coughing up blood while laughing.

"We have the same blood in our bodies. I am not interested in the bad things you people do, but you shouldn't set your sights on Christina!" Bunin's voice was hoarse and gradually became low, and finally it was like metal sheets rubbing against each other in his vocal cords. He stared into the depths of the mercury vapor with scarlet eyes, slapped the box open, pulled out a quartz glass needle from it, and inserted it into his own carotid artery before the second white line pierced him.

Evolution immediately came upon this old and frail Tatar.

The bones all over the body made crisp noises as they grew and mutated. The swollen blood vessels looked like they were about to burst the skin, and the bloody scales swayed in the breeze.

Chu Zihang retreated while chanting the spiritual words, and time zero enveloped everyone, so that they would have a chance of survival in the possible attack.

"After we die, use fire to burn us to ashes, and don't leave any residue for those devils!" Old Bunin exhaled a dark blue air towards the sky. He looked at Chu Zihang. His eyes had been replaced by golden compound eyes, and spider-like bone wings were also spread behind him.

Chu Zihang nodded.

"Go, take him away." Old Bunin opened his claws, and white spider silk grew out of his finger bones, tearing through the metal chains that imprisoned Lu Mingze like a sharp blade. He was struggling to get up, and indescribable majesty appeared on this poor clone.

His heartbeat was like the beat of an angry drum, becoming more rapid and more frequent, and the flames in his pupils burned more and more fiercely, until finally all the scales on his body clasped together with a loud bang.

He was getting younger at a speed visible to the naked eye. His muscles were as clear as brushed wire, and the hard facial bones finally covered that sad and angry face, until it looked like a piece of emotionless armor.

"Lu Lincheng told me." Old Bunin said softly, "Tell the child that his father still loves him, but in a different way than Qiao Weini."

Chu Zihang was stunned.

"How can there be parents in this world who don't love their children? They must let their children live even if they die." Old Bunin added, "I originally wanted to bury myself in the red forest near my old house outside Moscow, but they are planning to use Christina's bones and blood as the Holy Grail for Caesar Gattuso's canonization, so I will fight them to the death."

Before he finished speaking, Alexander Bunin, who came out of the Glorious Banner in the distance, had already brandished his claw blade and charged at the young old man at high speed.

Their sharp claws and bone wings were waving at the same time, and the dense sparks seemed to weave an impenetrable net.

"You are nothing but a hound! How dare you! How dare you speak so arrogantly!" Alexander Bunin roared. He was much stronger than Old Bunin, and his snake tail was much more useful as a weapon than human lower limbs. He gained the upper hand almost instantly. (End of this chapter)