Lu Mingfei, who has bipolar disorder, refreshes the holy text every week

Chapter 204 Word Spirit·Alarm Clock!
"Ah?" Mary looked at Yuan Zhisheng in confusion. "You are an S-level hybrid, the heir of the Japanese Snake Family, and you actually want to sell sunscreen?"

Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a while. "I have no interest in the heirs of the Eight Snake Families. I actually want to go to France. I heard that it is a good place to eat and wait for death. I met a French friend on the Internet. He has a small sunscreen shop on Montalive Beach and lives a comfortable life there."

"That famous nude beach?" Mary's mouth twitched slightly.

"Yes, every summer he goes to that beach to open his business, and in the summer you can see..."

Before Yuan Zhisheng could finish his words, Mary stepped on his head to stop him from continuing. She knew what it was like there in the summer. She had been there before to catch the hybrids.

She angrily stepped on Yuan Zhisheng and continued to listen. She felt that she was going to become very bad. The man she thought was a very good person actually had such thoughts!
"Throw him down to feed Your Majesty!" Mary didn't want to say another word to this man. She felt disgusted.

The surface of the lake was rolling as if it was excited. Nidhogg seemed to be looking forward to eating Yuan Zhisheng. He tied up Yuan Zhisheng, whose face was covered with ice and snow, with iron chains and moved him to the lakeside. He was about to throw Yuan Zhisheng down and present him to Nidhogg.

A quick flash of a knife flashed by and cut off the chains on Yuan Zhisheng's body. Everyone present looked at the old man standing next to Yuan Zhisheng in surprise.

"You go!" Ange pushed Yuan Zhisheng, "I'll buy some time."

"Principal?" Yuan Zhisheng looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief, "Why are you here?"

"Now is not the time to talk about this. Leave here, find Lu Mingfei and the others, and tell them where Nidhogg is!" Ange glanced at Yuan Zhisheng, "I'm old and useless. At most I can buy you some time. The rest depends on you."

"But……"

"Hurry up, don't you dislike violence? Find Lu Mingfei and let him kill all the dragons, then go and sell your sunscreen!" said Angé.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the determined principal and whispered, "Principal...goodbye."

"Actually, I wanted to kill Nidhogg myself...but I found that it was just my delusion and I can't defeat him at all." Angé glanced at the lake beside him and said in a hoarse voice.

"He will die. Lu Mingfei will definitely kill him. He is an omnipotent man." Yuan Zhisheng said softly.

Yuan Zhisheng had talked with Ange before and knew the hatred between the principal and the dragon clan. Perhaps, dying on the battlefield with dragons was Principal Ange's greatest wish.

Yuan Zhisheng no longer hesitated, turned around and ran away from behind Ange.

Ange held a folding knife in his hand, his long snow-white hair fluttering in the cold wind. He took a deep breath, and his golden eyes lit up.

Word Spirit·Alarm Clock, released!

He has always been reluctant to use this word spirit because it is very strange.

Dang Dang Dang!
The intense alarm rang out in the wind and snow. The dragons widened their golden eyes and looked around, wondering why such a voice rang in their minds.

Even Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but look back at Angers. Could this be the principal's ability?

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!"

"It is now forty-six past midnight. It is now forty-six past midnight."

The strange sound rang out again, and the dragons were all stunned. Why was there a sound telling time?

Then, they saw a flash of sword light behead the nearest Asian dragon.

Ange had already stood beside Yalong's body without him noticing, with a blood-stained folding knife in his hand.

"What is that?" Mary and Fenrir frowned, "It doesn't look like the Word Spirit Time Zero."

Ange laughed at himself, "Of course this is not the Word Spirit Time Zero, but an alarm clock, a Word Spirit that can tell time."

Mary frowned even more tightly, "This is definitely not just a word spirit that can tell time, it has other meanings."

Dang Dang Dang!
When the strange sound sounded again, Mary and Fenrir were on high alert, guarding against Angers.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo!"

"It's fifty past zero. It's fifty past zero."

Mary and Fenrir were slightly stunned. The time was wrong. It shouldn't have been three minutes.

Could it be?

Ange grinned, "Yes, my time has sped up, simply my time has sped up."

"This strange word spirit of mine doesn't seem to be the power of the dragon clan, but belongs to another kind of power, um... a bit like Lu Mingfei's power."

Angers couldn't help but smile, "This Word Spirit Alarm Clock not only tells time, but can also speed up and reverse my time, just like a clock that can move its hands."

"I underestimated this Word Spirit before. In fact, it is still very powerful."

Mary asked, "Then why don't you use it? It's such a powerful word spirit. Do you think it's embarrassing to tell time?"

The smile on Ange's face disappeared, and he looked at Mary coldly, "No, it's because this Word Spirit will devour my life."

“Whether I speed up or rewind time, my life will move forward at a thousand times the speed.”

"That is to say, although it seemed like three minutes had passed just now, in fact, three thousand minutes had passed in my life."

Ange clenched his folding knife and glared at Mary and Fenrir. "I still want to kill Nidhogg with my own hands and avenge my best friend. I must live longer. How can I die of old age so easily?"

When Lu Mingfei changed the time of Angers to zero hour and named it "Alarm Clock", the first thing that came to his mind was the old clock at home.

He didn't expect that Angers could turn the "alarm clock" into such a powerful force through the development and research of this text.

However, the power of "naming" is tied to Ange's life, and will be consumed just like the words on the "suicide note" that Lu Mingfei wrote to Xia Mi.

When this power is exhausted, Angers will also disappear, disappearing in the long river of time.

In the decades since Nidhogg's resurrection, Mary and Angers have been working hard. Ever since he helplessly watched his old friends Lu Shanyan, Menech and others die, he vowed to become stronger. In addition to physical training, he has never given up on the development of the Word Spirit.

Even though this is a ridiculous word spirit, it has been affected by Menek and Lu Shanyan many times, but Angers' S-level strength is real, and this word spirit must have an effect worthy of S-level.

Finally, he discovered this ability, but the side effects were quite severe. He almost never used it and only relied on his strong body to fight. He declared to others that his words were useless.

Now, the Dragon King is right in front of him, Nidhogg is right in front of him, it is time to allow him to burn out his life. In the past, Menek went to his death to save him, and today Ange wants to die like Menek, let Yuan Zhi go out alive and tell Lu Mingfei everything here.

Mary stared at Ange and said coldly: "Fenrir, kill him!"

The giant dragon flapped its wings and flew towards Angers, sending out roaring waves. The powerful dragon might oppressed Angers' will. If Angers had used the dragon's words, they had now lost their effect.

Around the first generation, there is a domain called the "King's Domain". Even if the dragon princes, known as the 'Four Kings', do not use their words, the surging spiritual power will naturally form a small domain around them.

Ordinary spiritual power will be burned if it falls on the domain.

Ange took a deep breath. His power was not that of an ordinary word spirit, but a power beyond that of a word spirit. Therefore, it would not disappear after encountering the King's Domain. It was just that the clothes on his body were torn into pieces by the terrifying power.

Revealing his scarred chest and back, as well as his strong muscles.

After so many years of tempering and training, his body has become extremely tough and his will is as hard as steel.

Unable to use the power of words, he trained day and night, challenging his own limits; every drop of blood and wound bore witness to his growth and progress.

Today, he not only has a strong body, but more importantly, he has been able to integrate his body and mind. When facing any difficulties and challenges, he can maintain inner peace and calmness.

He knew very well that losing himself in the face of hatred was a foolish thing to do, and he had to remain calm in order to stick to himself in the face of hatred that had been buried for many years.

This state of unity of body and mind allowed him to walk more steadily on the road of slaying dragons. He was no longer swayed by the dragon's might, but used reason to control everything. His eyes were firm and confident, as if they could penetrate all the fog in the world.

Yuan Zhisheng ran in the snow, and found the direction to leave in the vast whiteness. Behind him was Yalong chasing him, but he did not turn back to fight, as he did not want to waste time.

Every minute and every second was fought for by Angers with his life.

The snow in front suddenly blew up, and a dragon appeared in front of Yuan Zhisheng. Its sharp claws stabbed at Yuan Zhisheng, as if it wanted to tear this tiny human into pieces.

He recited a long-lost language, and the domain was released, slowly expanding. The border glowed with a faint fluorescence, and the shrouded dragon did not feel anything unusual.

When Yalong stood in front of him, Yuan Zhisheng reached out his hand and pushed Yalong away lightly. The huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang and could not stand up, as if the weight of the whole body had increased dozens of times in an instant, and its spine made a cracking sound.

Word Spirit·Royal Power.

These sub-dragons are not dragon kings, and they do not have a "kingdom" that can burn the word spirit. Under the powerful "king power", they have no power to resist.

Dragon blood splattered on Yuan Zhisheng's face as he passed by, soaking his hair and clothes. He passed by Yalong, who stared at Yuan Zhisheng, wanting to tear the hybrid into pieces, but he couldn't do it at all.

The S-level hybrids are not a threat to these sub-dragons. The ones that can really threaten Yuan Zhisheng have already been blocked by Angé.

Fenrir flew over and released the alchemical field.

In the realm of death, the earth collapsed, releasing the metal contained in the soil, which turned into iron slag and gathered into a steel tornado, wrapped in dazzling arcs of electricity, bombarding Angers head-on. It was a river of molten iron.

Ange's golden eyes are fearless.

Dang Dang Dang!
"Cuckoo, cuckoo!"

Once again, Angers used the Word Spirit Alarm Clock that was modified by the Holy Words.

His life suddenly accelerated a thousand times, and at the same time his speed was independent of the entire timeline. The iron flow became still in his eyes.

He used his mind to move the second hand of the 'alarm clock' forward quickly, and his speed suddenly increased. After the folding knife on his finger accelerated, it had infinite power and easily split the iron stream in two, which flowed left and right along his body.

Time was fast forwarding and his body was aging. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but didn't care. He smiled and continued forward, smearing the blood on the folding knife. The folding knife seemed to be affected as well and kept shaking.

Watching the folding knife chirping, it was as if his close friend Menek was cheering him on.

"Brother, let's slay the dragon together." Angé said softly.

In an instant, the folding knife in Ange's hand flashed with red and bronze arcs of light.

Relying on his aging body, Ange has reached the speed and strength of the Dragon King. He is now a sharp blade, cutting through Fenrir's domain.

Time accelerated too much, and Ange's body could no longer hold on. He vomited blood, and the blade cut along Fenrir's spine.

Fenrir seemed to have felt the wounds on his body and trembled violently, and his wings actually moved at an accelerated time.

"Drink!"

Ange swung the folding knife with all his strength to cut open Fenrir's body, revealing the flesh and blood under the scales. He couldn't kill the Dragon King with this folding knife. To kill the Dragon King, he needed another weapon, which was also his trump card.

He pulled out a revolver from his back. Inside the revolver was a vital bullet, a bullet made of red crystal.
'Philosopher's Stone' bullet.

He got this bullet from the tomb of the Egyptian pharaoh. The crystal was embedded in the forehead of the pharaoh's mummy. When the crystal was pulled out, the mummy turned into dust.

I heard that this kind of stone needs to be condensed from the blood of a thousand people and can keep a person intact.

The death of these thousand people is worth it, as they will take away the life of a Dragon King.

The bullet was fired and was about to kill Fenrir, when time suddenly returned to normal.

The world in front of Ange suddenly turned blood red, as if the whole world was stained with a layer of tragic blood. He felt that his strength had been overdrawn to the limit, and blood began to ooze out of his body, as if to drain away his last bit of vitality.

His eyes were bloodshot, revealing a resolute and unyielding look. Although his body had reached its limit, he still gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to give up easily. He knew that this was a life-and-death battle, and if he could not defeat the enemy, then all his efforts would be in vain.

However, the exhaustion of strength cannot be sustained by willpower, just like the oil in the tank, when it is burned out, the engine will not turn.

The excessive use of the power bestowed by Lu Mingfei consumed too much life. Angé watched Fenrir escape in front of him. The bullet failed to hit the Dragon King's head, but only pierced through the spine.

Fenrir let out a long howl of pain, he turned his head to look at his body, unable to move!

The Philosopher's Stone destroyed his spine and made him unable to control his body, the powerful dragon body that he was so proud of!

He is disabled!

(End of this chapter)