Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 311 Fingel: I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table.
“Boom boom boom—”

The overpass in the torrential rain, illuminated by thunder, resembled the end of the world, with a bluish mist floating on the asphalt surface.

Odin's two giant wolves are the greedy wolf Kili and the hungry wolf Kurich. They are Odin's most loyal guardians, always by his side, fulfilling their duty of guarding him.

When Odin is in danger or threatened, they will rush forward without hesitation to protect him with fierce ferocity and tear at their target.

Right now, Odin's army of the dead has been wiped out in an instant, and a strong sense of crisis is gripping the minds of the two guardians, their front paws digging deep into the ground.

Two giant wolves, each three meters tall, roared to the sky in unison, their wild howls echoing through the night. They pounced on the boy who dared to point his blade at the gods, one after the other, determined to wash away the shame with the blood and flesh of the one who defied divine power.

However, the roar of the chainsaw drowned out their anger.

That notorious good-for-nothing from Kassel College, a far cry from his usual frivolous self, now had his silver hair dancing wildly and his eyes gleaming with golden light. The moment he stepped into the rain, he began to chant in a low voice, his bones cracking slightly. His already imposing physique swelled even more, his exploding muscles tearing through his white shirt to reveal bronze-colored skin.

Word of Power: The Bronze Throne!
"boom!"

With a heavy stomp, the already broken asphalt road was violently trampled into a pit half a meter in diameter, and the figure of the gray-haired man, as strong as an ox, was instantly torn apart by the raging wind and rain.

The roar of chainsaws echoed across the overpass as Kassel College's most dominant ace student in the new millennium finally revealed his prowess once again in this land of the dead.

"Zheng!"

The metallic scraping sound pierced everyone's eardrums. Fingel's chainsaw, held in his left hand, suddenly burst into dazzling sparks, and the silvery-white wheel formed by the frantically spinning saw teeth forcefully blocked the claws that Killie was about to strike.

Sparks rained down, and the man, who was used to hunching over, straightened his chest and looked as majestic as a mountain.

"Hooo!"

Greedy Wolf Kili's black claws, as thick as a normal person's arm, clashed with the chainsaw in a battle of endurance, emitting a low growl, and his golden eyes flashed with cunning light.

The enormous head and body blocked Fingel's view, and the ravenous wolf Kurich, half a step behind, emerged from the blind spot, opening its blood-red maw to bite Fingel in the waist.

The canine teeth, as thick as ivory, exuded a foul stench of wolf saliva, leaving no doubt that the flesh would be pierced the moment of contact, and countless deadly viruses and bacteria would flood into the body.

However, at this critical moment, Fingel suddenly released his right hand and, with lightning speed, grabbed the fangs of the hungry wolf, Kurich, which was biting at him.

Like catching a venomous snake lunging at your face, it's done with effortless ease!
"boom!"

With a tooth-grinding bang, Fingel's right sleeve ripped into strips, revealing muscle fibers taut like steel wire beneath his bronze skin.

Kurich's crimson-gold pupils contracted violently. Its proud fangs, capable of biting through any food and even crushing dragon bones, were actually held back by a human with a single hand.

“Kakakakakaka——”

Fingel's feet sank half a foot into the asphalt. His height of less than two meters was so small in front of two giant beasts with shoulders three meters high. Yet, he relied on his inhuman physique to withstand the attack of the two giant wolves on his own. His gray hair was wet and stuck to his face with rain. His usually playful face was now filled with endless arrogance and pride, as if this was his true appearance.

The struggle between man and beast lasted only a moment before the two giant wolves changed their attack simultaneously.

With his claws blocked, the greedy Kili opened his blood-red maw, attempting to bite off Fingel's head in one gulp.

The hungry wolf, Kurich, whose fangs were held captive by one hand and unable to advance an inch, suddenly clenched his teeth and slashed out with his front paws, trying to tear the tiny human in front of him to shreds.

However, Fingel, whose skin was like bronze and whose bones were like cast iron, seemed to have anticipated this. His exposed iron arm muscles bulged high, and his veins undulated like wild dragons in the muscle group. Before the hungry wolf Kurich could close its jaws, his bronze hand violently dragged the huge wolf head to the side.

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the two giant wolves collided under Fingel's forceful pull, momentarily losing their balance.

The howl of Greedy Wolf Kili pierced the rainy night. Its head was smashed to the ground by its companion. Its golden eyes, filled with anger and murderous intent, reflected the roaring chainsaw that came flying at it. The high-speed saw blade pierced through the huge golden eyeball without any hesitation!

One saw made Kili emulate his master Odin, but Fingal was not satisfied with that. He stepped on the wolf's long snout and grabbed the wolf's right hand, launching a sudden attack.

"Drink--!!!"

Fingel's roar was like a thunderclap, the sound waves creating visible ripples in the downpour. Beneath his bronze skin, veins coiled like angry dragons, and his bulging muscles tore his last clothes into countless white butterflies, which fluttered like snowflakes in the rain.

The former Kassel ace grabbed the wolf's tooth with one hand, unleashed his core strength, and executed a textbook German back throw, slamming Kuric's three-ton body into the ground.

"boom!"

The asphalt road surface shattered into pieces like a fragile biscuit, and the shock wave created a ten-meter-high muddy wave.

The giant wolf's body flew out like a cannonball, crushing the remains of Deadpool into a carpet of blood and flesh along its path. Finally, it crashed into a concrete and steel guardrail, causing a nearby street lamp to collapse with a roar, the extinguished lamp falling freely and smashing onto its furry head.

It can only be said that if this guardrail had not been made in China, it would have already fallen from a height of 100 meters.

The scene, filled with primal, violent aesthetics, unfolded against the backdrop of rain, leaving onlookers utterly shocked.

Chu Zihang's golden eyes narrowed slightly. He had known for some reason that Fingel was hiding something, but he hadn't expected that this notorious good-for-nothing from Kassel College would be so well hidden. Even if he activated his Blood Explosion ability, he would still find it hard to match this terrifying physical strength.

"Pfft!"

“Buzz buzz buzz—”

Greedy Kili struggled wildly beneath his feet. Knowing he couldn't hold it down, Fingel pulled out a roaring chainsaw, spraying up murky blood and the fluid from the wolf's eyes. Amidst Kili's humiliated and furious roar, Fingel swung the chainsaw again, severing half of the wolf's ear. Black blood shot out like an arrow.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation. He withdrew instantly after the attack, avoiding the furious bites and claw strikes of the raging wolf, Kili.

The sound of falling rocks came from the roadside, followed by the sound of heavy objects breaking through the air, and Kurich suddenly sprang up from the ruins.

Fingel's chainsaw cut a white streak through the rain, instantly colliding with the hungry wolf that pounced on him.

The enraged wolf, with a vengeful blow, smashed the chainsaw, forged from special materials and possessing extremely high durability, to pieces. The price was that its front paws were slashed and mangled.

Metal fragments flew like shrapnel, carving dozens of craters of varying depths into the road surface.

But Fingel showed no remorse. Just as Coolidge's other intact claw swept across, about to strike his temple, a broken ancient sword suddenly appeared, blocking its path. It was the ancient sword embedded in Deadpool's corpse, its fragmented blade still bearing traces of black bloodstains from who-knows-when.

The blade collided with the wolf's claw, sparks flying, and the broken edge of the blade somehow managed to wed into Kurich's metacarpal bone.

Fingel dropped all pretense; this was his sincerity.

The fact that he made this trip today means he's already on Lu Mingfei's pirate ship and will never get off.

The giant wolf retreated in pain, and Fingel abandoned the massive chainsaw, moving like a ghost to the other Deadpool corpse, where he pulled out the second ancient sword.

At this moment, he was like a bronze-clad, young version of Kratos, ready to fight the two giant wolves to the ends of the earth.

The moment he drew his twin swords, Fingel's entire demeanor changed drastically.

If he was a berserker just now, he has now become a surgeon at the operating table.

Each of his strikes precisely avoided the hardest part of the wolf bone, instead severing the connection between the tendons and ligaments.

As the most powerful student at Kassel College in the new millennium, he received far more rigorous training than the liberal education now advocated by Angers. In that era where everyone was a wolf, he crushed all the other geniuses.

He can set aside his pride for revenge, but when he regains his pride, he is still an invincible being.

The dark red rust on the blade was covered by warm blood, which seeped down to the guard and hilt, making it difficult for the person holding the knife to grip. However, with the force of the two bronze hands, the hilt had already been kneaded into a shape suitable for Fingel, so there was no risk of it slipping out of his hand.

The blade sliced ​​through Kili's hind leg ligaments once more, black blood splattering like ink. The giant wolf staggered to its knees, fear appearing in its golden eyes for the first time.

Fingel's knife skills had a cruel aesthetic, as if he was not fighting, but conducting a bloody dissection experiment. Lu Mingfei, who was watching from a distance, even suspected that this guy had secretly followed Guderian to conduct some illegal dissection experiments, otherwise how could he be so familiar with animal bodies?

Under the relentless slashing, the two giant wolves' movements gradually became comical, like wind-up toys with some gears removed, their movements clumsy and sluggish.

Blood soaked their fur, and they exhaled a bloody stench, yet they were still unwilling to be toyed with by a tiny human, roaring and brandishing their sharp teeth and claws.

Fingel's battle cry echoed the giant wolf's howl, and it was clear to everyone that his victory was only a matter of time.

However, some people did not want to see this scene. Dark shadows flashed across the large puddles on the ground, and countless cloaked figures crawled out of the water. Two golden flames lit up in the darkness beneath the cloaks.

The reassembled army of Deadpools roared with both pain and joy, preparing to surround and kill Fingel layer by layer.

"Damn it, you can't take a joke, huh?!"

Fingel's curses came from within the encirclement, but there was not a trace of worry in them.

As Deadpool, who was the first to rush in, raised his broken longsword, he noticed that the bronze figure that had been flea-like weaving between the two giant wolves had suddenly disappeared from his sight, replaced by the scenery behind him.

It saw its swarming companions, its master standing behind it amidst the white mist and firelight, and finally, before its golden eyes went out, it saw a headless, withered corpse and a bronze figure wielding two swords and hacking wildly like a wolf among sheep.

After slaying several Deadpools in succession, Fingel dodged the giant claws attacking from behind and then crashed into the arms of the hungry wolf, Coolidge, as if embracing a boiling swamp, and charged towards the giant crocodile lurking within with his weapon.

Just as the Deadpool army and the two wolves were about to form an encirclement, a powerful firelight blazed in the distance, and a slender figure charged forward, carrying a demonic sword upside down. The white tip of the sword sliced ​​through the ground, bringing with it crimson flames.

Chu Zihang dragged his sword and sped away, the village rain plowing burning furrows in the ground. The dripping rainwater burned away instantly upon contact with the heat wave, turning into a vast expanse of white mist.

As he charged forward, his longsword unleashed a powerful burst of flame. The black and red flames swept past the tangled Fingal and the two giant wolves, and in the blink of an eye, crashed into the newly formed army of Death Servants.

With a deafening roar, the Deadpool, cloaked in black, was engulfed by the raging flames. His hideous, decaying body twisted into charcoal in the fire, and black smoke carrying a pungent stench shot into the sky. The shockwave swept across the battlefield, tearing the remaining cloaked figures on the periphery to shreds.

The blood-stained fur of the two giant wolves burst into flames, which the rootless waters of the land of death could not extinguish. Under the dual damage of physical and magical forces, they could not help but let out a mournful howl.

Fingel seized the fleeting opportunity, his twin blades clashing like scissors, his bronze muscles bursting with terrifying power, and the blades plunged viciously into Kurich's throat!

"laugh!"

The scalding wolf blood sprayed onto his bronze chest, making a sizzling sound like a branding iron, but he was completely unaware, only listening to the sound of the giant wolf's throat bone and tracheal artery shattering under the blade.

Seeing his companion fall, Kili pounced on him like a madman, his single eye seemingly filled with a deep-seated hatred.

At the critical moment, Murasame unleashed a chilling white arc of his blade, and Chu Zihang's figure appeared like a ghost, severing a claw with a single strike!

The unclaimed claw spun and fell through the air, splattering black blood like ink.

Fingel discarded his broken twin swords, kicked the chest of the heavily panting wolf Kurich, and flew backward through the air, raising his right leg high before slashing down like a battle axe.

"boom!!!"

Su Enxi’s tactical boots, generously sponsored by Su Enxi, slammed into Kili’s skull. The sole of the boots shattered under the immense force, and Tanlang’s head caved in with a loud bang. Blood gushed from his eye sockets, which were already flowing profusely, and even mixed with suspicious white fluid!
On the other side, the still-breathing wolf, Kurich, struggled with its last bit of strength and opened its blood-red maw to bite the damned human to death.

However, Murasame emitted a clear, resonant sword cry, drawing an extremely sharp black arc in the rain. The wolf's head was instantly severed from its body, the massive head tumbling and flying into the air, black blood gushing out like a spring from the severed neck!

A fierce glint flashed in Fingel's eyes. He stomped heavily on Kiley's forehead with his right foot, twisted his waist and abdomen and launched a powerful volley!
"Oh!"

A shot with the inside of his foot curled into the net, and the wolf's head shot out like a cannonball, tearing through the torrential rain. Blood droplets from the severed head left a scarlet trail in the rain, heading straight for Odin, who was perched high on his horse in the distance, watching coldly from the sidelines, and hadn't uttered a single word since his appearance, just pretending to be a master!

"Are you a pair of underwear? You're such a good actor!"

Amidst the parrot's mimicking curses, the wolf's head burst through the air!

However, just as it was about to touch Odin's body, a withered wooden spear streaked past like a meteor.

A flash of gunfire, and the wolf's head was smashed in mid-air!
Shattered bones and blood splattered everywhere, blooming into a hideous blood flower in the rainy night, yet perfectly avoiding the half-glorious, half-withered Lord of Gods, not even the fluttering, tattered cloak was stained with a single speck of crimson.

The King of Gods and the King of the Dead remained silent, but the single eye beneath the mask was no longer calm as still water. A molten majesty flowed in his eyes, and beneath his majestic body seemed to lie a volcano waiting to erupt, his anger ready to unleash divine punishment from the heavens at any moment.

(End of this chapter)