Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 285 Apocalypse Knight, Death

After transforming into a dragon, Zhao Xuzhen used his sharp claws to fight against Levatin and made the same mistake as his predecessors. The temperature of the Fiery Demon Sword was simply beyond his endurance.

Soon, the scales on Zhao Xuzhen's claws that could cut through iron like mud, which he was so proud of, began to fester and burn. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and began to doubt himself.

why?
She will be so strong!

Zhao Xuzhen did not underestimate Xia Mo. At least he wanted to get relevant information about Xia Mo, especially the battle video footage, but it was a few versions behind.

Xia Mo now can beat ten of her who had just entered school.

The only thing that made Zhao Xuzhen feel fortunate was that his self-healing ability was extremely strong after he turned into a dragon, and Xia Mo could not kill him for the time being.

As long as you can't kill him, there is still a chance to turn defeat into victory!
Compared with Yuan Zhinu and Lucas, Xia Mo's confrontation with Zhao Xuzhen was very mild. Standing on a building ship, the great genius Zhao Xuzhen also tied dozens of ships together with iron chains. The high temperature that Zhao Xuzhen feared was the temperature of Levadin itself, not the flames of the magic sword, otherwise it would be like a "burning of Red Cliffs".

The battle between Yuan Zhinv and Lucas was not limited to the main ship. They climbed over and flew along the iron chains. Yuan Zhinv fought single-handedly against Lucas's scythe of death and black heavy spear made of metal. Every blow of their battle even shook the chained ships, and dozens of large ships swayed.

A large amount of melted metal poured down onto the lake and into the sky, combining wantonly. The Minamoto no Chitose crossed the steel torrent, and the Yaki exoskeleton resisted the scorching heat.

A ship has already been lit up, burning in the dusk like brilliant fireworks on the water.

Zhao Xuzhen was proud and disdained to use ordinary people as hostages, but Lucas was different. He said loudly, "Brother! Brother! You smell so good!" while jokingly threatening Yuan Zhinv with the lives of ordinary people.

But Lucas chose the wrong target. Genjitsu regarded life as a moth, which was both a praise and a contempt for life.

Because he died like a moth flying into a flame, his death was both glamorous and cheap. He didn't care about the death of others. He only cared about his brother and Sakurai Kogure, and now his lord Xia Mo.

The speed at which Yuan Zhinv swung her sword and slashed became faster and faster. The cold light of the sword blurred Lucas's vision, forcing Lucas to defend with all his strength, leaving him no time to use ordinary people as shields.

Not caring about life is one thing, but that doesn't mean that Genjiro enjoys killing ordinary people.

By the way, Gen Chinu manipulated Susan to save people, which also accumulated some merit, even though Gen Chinu firmly believed that people like him would go to hell.

But even if Yuan Zhinu went to the eighteenth level of hell, Xia Mo would pull her out.

Bai Shanglu and his companions were unable to intervene in the battlefield, so they drove a motorboat to send the guests away one by one.

However, things are not that simple.

Zhao Xuzhen, whose defense was broken, fought desperately. He could not tolerate failure, not to mention that he suffered heavy losses at the moment, and most of the dozens of hybrids he brought were disabled.

The Order of Solomon's Temple is not a wealthy family, and they can just throw away the mixed-race people at will.

In order to avoid being punished by the Grand Commander, Zhao Xuzhen released his ultimate power. He roared and attacked Xia Mo with saliva, scaring her away, and then jumped into Yangcheng Lake.

Xia Mo tilted her head.

Lucas, who was fighting with Genji on another ship far away, laughed out loud when he saw this scene. He roared with joy.

"It should have been done long ago! Zhao Xuzhen! Let them see how powerful the Knights of Apocalypse are! They must not be violated!"

As Zhao Xuzhen disappeared into Yangcheng Lake, the lingering red fog became even thicker, and dense shadows appeared on the lake surface. They were countless crabs. People with trypophobia fainted on the spot.

The wind direction on the lake suddenly changed, and the lake surface began to churn, with huge waves coming one after another. The deepest part of Yangcheng Lake is only three or four meters deep, which means there are some ripples when the wind blows, but huge waves that are only seen in the sea appeared.

The ship was rising and falling with the waves like a fallen leaf. Bai Shanglu and his companions had to hold on tightly to the things around them to avoid being thrown into the water by the waves.

There was a huge thing roaring in the wind, like a cow or some ferocious beast. The roar contained great majesty that weighed heavily on everyone's heart.

Except for the Longwowo members.

"What is this thing? The Yangcheng Lake monster?" Bai Shanglu was talking nonsense when he was nervous.

"No, it's a dragon!" Zhou Minhao said with a grim expression. He had realized what Zhao Xuzhen had summoned.

"Dragon?" Bai Shanglu was dumbfounded. Jiang Wanzhi nodded and said solemnly.

"I saw the Lamb open the first of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures say with a voice like thunder, 'Come!' I looked, and behold, a white horse; and its rider had a bow, and a crown was given to him. He came out conquering and to conquer..."

Xia Mo narrowed her eyes slightly. She noticed more than Zhao Xuzhen and Zhou Minhao.

Nibelungen.

Did the hybrids actually master the technology of the Nibelungen, or was it also the legacy of the famous Knights Templar in history?
The clear lake water became turbid, and something seemed to be stirring up the sand and gravel at the bottom of the lake. A huge creature slowly stood up in the raging waves.

Doragon.

The dragon has a long, curved neck and a body covered with black scales. The firelight shines on the scales, reflecting gorgeous light like dark red crystals.

Its narrow pair of red-gold eyes stared at everyone, and the pressure from its gaze alone was enough to scare the half-bloods.

Zhao Xuzhen stepped on the dragon's neck, a scene that reminded people of some scenes from ancient mythology.

The dragon was estimated to be more than ten meters tall and at least the same size as a whale. It was hard to imagine that it was standing on Yangcheng Lake. It could only be said that it was summoned from another space.

Zhao Xuzhen's frantic voice could be heard from all directions.

"Xia Mo! You must die to atone for your sins! Jiang Wanzhi! I can't have your heart, but everything except your heart must belong to me! Your body! Your soul!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Mo turned and said to Jiang Wanzhi.

"What domineering remarks?"

Jiang Wanzhi couldn't laugh, his face was pale, and the hybrid could not bear the pressure from the giant dragon.

Xia Mo sighed, and Eiry trotted over at this time, saying eagerly.

"Sister Xia Mo, do you need Eri's help?"

Xia Mo touched Eri's head and said.

"Let me give it a try."

Pure blood, three generations.

Xia Mo's red-gold eyes exuded unparalleled majesty. She took a step forward and returned his dragon gaze.

she says.

"Bow down and submit."

This is the confrontation between the call of blood and the art of dragon taming. Xia Mo's vision changed, and the lake in front of her suddenly turned into a barren wilderness.

The setting sun was falling like blood, the fields were filled with tattered battle flags, the corpses of the dead soldiers piled up into a hill, and the crows cried over the skulls.

At this time, a white lamb stepped on the corpses and came to the center of the sunset, gnawing at the last piece of green grass. As it gnawed, there was a loud bang, as if an invisible door had opened.

The setting sun was still there, but had turned black. In the black sunset came a black and red horse, wearing heavy cast iron armor. It carried a knight who was also wearing iron armor on its back. The knight carried a scepter with a flag on one shoulder and a forty-meter-long sword on the other.

One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, War.

Xia Mo stared at the heavily armored knight on horseback.

……

　Oh my god, the title is wrong, it should be war, not death. The author made a mistake.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)