Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 430 I am Father Bor, I am the glory of the Northern God!

There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and the sky is more than ten or twenty meters high on both sides. At the moment, there is no way to go up to the sky and no door to go down to the earth.

Even with Chu Tianjiao's strong psychological quality, he still felt a little panic at this moment.

They were finally about to run out of Nibelungen, but suddenly a large truck appeared in front of them blocking the road, and a man who was suspected to be the real boss of Nibelungen came from behind to cut off their retreat. It was obvious that he wanted to eat them up completely!
"Son, it looks like we are in trouble."

Chu Tianjiao swallowed and looked at the burly figure standing in the grand white light and the tall horse with heavy legs in the rearview mirror. His voice was indescribably dry.

Damn, even the characters from mythology have appeared. How many secrets does this city still hide? !

"Yeah." Chu Zihang took out his cell phone and took a look. The signal was still zero. He tried to call Master Xia but couldn't get through. He was too lazy to maintain the weak expression he had pretended to be. He frowned and looked at the black knight holding a spear behind him, his eyes filled with a strong fighting spirit.

Half a year had passed since he first mistakenly entered the Nibelungen, and he really wanted to see what chances he would have of winning if he met Odin now.

However, the current situation is a little more complicated than he had imagined. Master Xia did not consult him when arranging the plot, and directly dragged him and his good-for-nothing father onto the stage. So he didn't know for a while whether the truck in front and Odin in the back were real or fake.

Chu Tianjiao stared at the super heavy truck firmly occupying the center of the road. His left hand on the steering wheel was as steady as a rock, while his right hand unbuckled his seat belt. His brain was working rapidly to calculate the escape route: "Didn't Xia Di leave you any means to save your life?"

"Yes." Chu Zihang raised the long knife in his hand, indicating that his way of saving his life was to use the knife in his hand to fight his way out of the life-and-death crisis.

“This is really... too much Xia Di!” Chu Tianjiao’s eyes glowed with golden light again, and the dragon blood in his body exploded to the extreme in an instant. The Maybach, which was originally slowing down, soared to the extreme speed again, and in almost the blink of an eye it arrived in front of the high-beam truck that was honking its horn.

Fifty meters! Thirty meters! Ten meters! Five meters!
With the blessing of dragon blood, Chu Zihang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, could clearly see a foreign man with an expressionless face but golden eyes, who was holding the steering wheel and controlling the truck to crash into the Maybach. He could even clearly see the deformation of the huge tires of the truck, which were as tall as a person, under high pressure and extreme speed.

Strange, wasn't he using his high beam? Why could I see it so clearly?!

Such a thought flashed through Chu Zihang's mind for no reason. Out of trust in his father's ability, even if the two cars would have a shocking collision in the next second, he did not make any extra movements. He sat there like a frightened person with an expressionless face, but the long sword in his hand was ready to support his father at any time.

And the man who had always disappointed him couldn't bear to disappoint him again when his life was hanging by a thread.

Just when the Maybach was about to be only five meters away from the truck, the invisible field spread out again, and the world in Chu Zihang's eyes suddenly fell into a state close to stagnation, and even his own consciousness became extremely dull.

The man who was close by kicked open the car door roughly, unbuckled his seat belt with his right hand, and grabbed him out of the seat like a chick.

It was as if the wind and rain frozen in the air were shattered by two figures, one big and one small. Chu Tianjiao, who had released the unsolvable word spirit Time Zero, dragged his son out of the Maybach and walked leisurely in front of the truck as if taking a walk in the rain. His leather shoes stepped on the puddles on the road without causing a ripple.

Chu Zihang staggered as his father pulled him out of the collision zone between the two cars. His slow mind reacted and he remembered how he had run from the back seat to the passenger seat.

Looking back at the super heavy truck moving at a snail's pace, a hint of shock flashed in the eyes of the paralyzed boy. How could there be such a terrifying word spirit in the world that could play with time at the touch of a button?

The last time Chu Zihang saw someone who could stop time was in the comic book collected by his junior, the muscular brother named Dio Brando.

Unexpectedly, in real life, there actually is such an unsolvable word spirit, and the owner is his useless father.

Could it be that the promises he had never kept, and the repeated failures and broken promises, were the price he had to pay for possessing such an unbreakable power of words?

Those who play with time will be played by time?
Chu Zihang didn’t understand, but he was greatly shocked.

And the man who played with time, after arriving at the safe area, had a pen in his hand, which looked very similar to the one that was inserted into the speaker before.

"brush--"

The right arm turned into a residual image, and the extremely sharp pen suddenly flew out and shot straight towards the blond and golden-eyed man in the driver's seat.

Almost at the moment when the tip of the pen pierced the windshield, time resumed flowing, and heavy rain crashed down, soaking the father and son who were hanging outside the viaduct over the fence.

The next second, there was a deafening roar, and the rain falling on the viaduct was stirred up into ripples that spread outward.

"boom--!!!"

Chu Zihang, who was held tightly in Chu Tianjiao's arms, felt a sharp pain in his eardrums. He looked up and saw countless car wreckages flying past the father and son like cannonballs, smashing the falling raindrops into pieces.

It is conceivable that if the father and son were standing on the side of the road admiring the spectacle of the two cars colliding, they would have been beaten into pieces by now.

Before Chu Zihang could recover from the shock, there was another loud bang from above. It seemed that a luxury car had exploded on the spot after being severely damaged in the collision. There was a severe vibration on the viaduct, and they who were hanging on the outside were in danger of falling off at any time.

Blazing flames rose from the viaduct, dyeing the overwhelming rain into an orange-red color. However, the flames only lasted for a few seconds before being extinguished by the heavy rain, leaving only billowing smoke.

After noticing that the movement above had stopped and no random objects were flying out, Chu Tianjiao tightened the special belt in his hand, exerted force with one arm, and suddenly pushed his legs against the outer edge of the viaduct, jumping back onto the bridge with his son in his arms.

What I saw was a pile of wreckage.

The super luxury car worth tens of millions has turned into a pile of charred scrap metal. The front and the car body are almost overlapping each other, and only the rear end of the car, whose trunk was opened by huge force, is still slightly intact.

The scrapped Maybach was twenty meters away from the impact point, leaving a long charred scratch on the ground.

The super heavy truck occupying the center of the road was not much better off, after all, it collided with a 2.7-ton beast traveling at 270 kilometers per hour. The huge carriage continued to rush forward due to inertia during the crash, and the nearly four-meter-high truck head was directly cut in half after being hit from the front and back. It flew out, rolled several times, and hit the railing of the viaduct. The driver's life or death is unknown.

Looking at the overturned truck compartment and the unknown liquid flowing out of the damaged compartment, Chu Zihang's mind immediately emerged with the not-so-beautiful memories.

"careful!"

Chu Zihang handed the sword named Murasame back to his father who was about to tie his belt back on, and raised the sword to prepare for battle: "Deadpool is inside."

The young man looked alert and wondered in his heart why these foreigners liked to use trucks to transport Deadpool. Do they have some special hobby, or is this some kind of standardized means of transportation?
Hearing his son's reminder, Chu Tianjiao also set his sights on the twisted, deformed and damaged carriage. While holding the Murasame in his hand and being on guard, he looked towards the sacred white light that was still encroaching in the distance. His brain was working rapidly, planning how to escape after losing the vehicle.

In the distance, the tall figure wrapped in white light was still riding on the eight-legged horse. The sound of the horses' hooves crossed the hundred-meter rain curtain and was clearly heard by the two men.

Following the sound, I saw that the being sitting high on the warhorse had raised his hand, and the long spear with an arc like a meteor streaking across the sky was raised high. The dark night sky, which had been silent all the time, made a sound for the first time. There seemed to be a lightning snake surging in the thick clouds, and the sharp lightning suddenly lit up the world covered by rain.

"Rumble--"

The sound of thunder that seemed to explode the sky resounded through the clouds. The spear named Gungnir seemed to connect the thunder in the sky. The powerful lightning gathered at the tip of the spear, and lightning ran through the spear body that was like a dead branch.

The sacred and solemn white light suddenly turned into violent lightning, and it disappeared forward along with Gungnir that flew out of his hand.

In an instant, the spear that always hits its target in the myth, although still in flight, seemed to have stabbed countless times. The dark golden light enveloped the viaduct in an instant, and it was about to annihilate all life in front of it with a devastating force.

“Damn it, why do you start using your full strength right away? You have no moral principles at all!!” Upon seeing this, Chu Tianjiao picked up his son and ran away.

Is the brave dragon slayer going to take the ultimate attack head-on?

What a joke, if he was alone, maybe he could give it a try relying on time, but with his son around, of course protecting the child is the priority.

If you can’t win, just run away. It’s not shameful!
He had observed it when he was hanging outside the bridge before. There was a towering tree under the bridge about ten meters ahead, and a black Jialing motorcycle was lying under the tree.

He didn't know whether it was left behind by someone who had mistakenly entered Nibelungen before, nor did he know whether there was any fuel left in the tank, but at least it was a vehicle that could be used for escape.

But before he ran a few steps, Chu Zihang, who was carried on his shoulders, couldn't help but say, "Wait, it doesn't seem to be targeting us."

Chu Tianjiao did not stop walking upon hearing that, but his head turned back involuntarily and he found that the overwhelming dark golden gunfire was indeed not coming towards them, but all fell on the twisted and damaged carriage.

"Swiss, swish, swish..."

The overwhelming attacks tore the iron carriage into pieces in an instant, and when the fragments of the carriage fell, revealing something hidden inside, Gungnir, who was hidden in thousands of tiny lights, attacked fiercely.

To Chu Zihang's surprise, the person inside the carriage was not Deadpool, but a burly figure wearing a bronze mask and dark gold heavy armor. His single eye shone as bright as a searchlight, and he looked like a heavily armored knight who was resting and waiting for his horse to be led by his servants to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

The tip of the spear wrapped in electric arcs pointed directly at the chest of the burly figure wrapped in heavy armor. If nothing unexpected happened, with Gungnir's guaranteed hit attribute, the dark gold heavy armor would definitely not be able to block it.
But accidents always come as expected.

Just as Gungnir was about to crash into the chest of the horseless knight with boundless momentum, the opponent's head, which had been lowered, suddenly raised up, and his long arms wrapped in armour raised up, and his five fingers firmly grasped the spear that was breaking through the air, preventing it from advancing an inch.

The electric arc continued to spread along the hand that was holding Gungnir to the whole body of the horseless knight, but he said nothing, as if he was unaware of anything. He let the thunder and lightning rage in his body, slowly digesting the power of the gun.

"What's going on?" Chu Zihang was a little confused. If he remembered correctly, when Xia Mi celebrated her birthday yesterday, his junior brother took out the old actor Gungnir as a barbecue grill. Why is it that today...

No, why are there two Odins? Which one is the actor arranged by Master Xia?
“Shh! Don’t interrupt!” Chu Tianjiao covered his son’s mouth with his hand and silently retreated away from the horseless knight surrounded by lightning.

It was obvious that these two were not people to be trifled with, so he took his son and stayed away from them to prevent himself from being dragged into this "Norse mythology version of the Monkey King".

But the Chu family father and son had just taken two steps when the horseless knight who was holding the spear and said nothing stood up. He seemed to have completely digested, or taken back the power that belonged to Odin. His single eye flashed with a majestic majesty as heavy as a mountain:

"Human, how dare you crash into the throne of God!"

Hearing this, Chu Tianjiao couldn't help but tighten the sword Murasame in his hand, which was dripping with rainwater. He looked back at the unreasonable horseless knight. Just as he was about to retort, "What the hell would ride in a heavy truck?", he heard the deep voice of the horse knight in the distance:
"How dare you, you despicable fake, call yourself a god in front of me!"

As soon as these words came out, the horseless knight, who had originally wanted to get rid of the ants that offended the divine power, immediately turned around, with an extremely dangerous aura emerging from his body, and his words were filled with murderous intent and sarcasm:

"You who disobey God will pay the price for your betrayal!"

"How ridiculous! I am Father Bor, and I am the glory of the Northern God!" The horse knight named Bor sneered and drove his eight-legged warhorse slowly forward. Every time the horse's hooves touched the ground, water splashed with electric arcs, making it look like a true god descending:

"You are just a puppet of my son Odin. You lost contact with your real body when you entered the divine realm. I am very curious about where you get the confidence to bark like a dog."

"With this gun in my hand!" The horseless knight remained calm even after his identity was exposed. He stood in the wind and rain with one hand leaning on the arc-flashing Gungnir:

"Those who disobey God have no right to use God's weapons!"

"Your betrayal must be washed away with blood!"

(End of this chapter)