Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

Yuan Zhisheng landed and bent down, kneeling on one knee with a 'thud'.

With a swift, spinning swing of his right hand, Spider severed Deadpool's tailbone with a crisp 'crack'.

The massive body lost all support and crashed headlong towards Genjiro. Genjiro dodged to the side, his longswords flashing as he slashed repeatedly along Deadpool's back. The sound of metal clanging echoed in the air; Deadpool's spine was as hard as cast iron, and Genjiro cut through it as if he were cutting through iron.

The leader of the Deadpools died from the impact of his landing, crashing to the ground with a thud that shook the earth.

Both Caesar and Chu Zihang felt a chill run down their spines; it seemed they hadn't yet witnessed Genji's most ruthless side. That strike just now was simply beyond human capability.

Genjiro shook his hands with a "blood-vibrating" motion—black blood dripped from the blade, drawing an arc on the ground like the final stroke of a calligrapher. He continued chanting in an ancient language amidst the forest of snake bodies, his voice low and solemn.

He read faster and faster. The loud voice echoed in the hall, like the booming of an ancient bell in a Buddhist temple in the mountains, making the murals tremble.

A domain is forming. Unknown power of words is about to be unleashed.

The two fired wildly, preventing the Deadpool group from getting close to Genjiro, the bullets weaving a net of fire in the air, while looking back at this great moment.

The Emperor is about to unleash his power of words.

As a mixed-race individual, everyone wants to know the limits of the power of words. Like the moment when peak Michael Jordan received the ball and leaped into the paint, even his opponents would look up to admire that moment. It was a beauty that transcended victory and defeat.

The territory expanded slowly. It looked gentle. The boundaries glowed with a faint fluorescence, like fireflies on a summer night, flickering unrealistically beautiful.

The Dead Servants in the realm trembled and crawled on the ground. Their hands convulsed as they pressed themselves to the ground, black tears of blood streaming from their eyes, dripping down their cheeks and spreading across the stone slabs.

Both of them were shocked. They couldn't sense anything unusual. The air seemed a little heavier, but still within a tolerable range.

But the Dead Servants seemed to have been moved. They knelt before Genji, like defeated generals facing a victorious king, their heads bowed to the ground.

The field eventually covered the entire mural hall, and fluorescence permeated the air.

Genjiro, carrying the Dojigiri and the Spider Cutter, walked into the group of Dead Servants. He swung his swords along the way, beheading one Dead Servant after another.

A flash of light, and a head flew off with a muffled 'thud'.

Black blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain. The head fell to the ground, rolling into a pool of blood.

Genjiro's Word of Power had the effect of making the enemy willingly accept being killed. There was no resistance, no struggle, only waiting.

"My God!" Caesar murmured, his eyes wide like saucers. "Is this Yuri's mind control? Making Deadpool line up to die?"

"No, it's not mind control." Chu Zihang's gaze fell on the bodies of the Dead Servants. "Look at what's under those Dead Servants!"

The marble floor slowly cracked. Fine cracks spread outwards from beneath the Deadpools, like ice being pressed down by a heavy object, growing denser and denser in concentric circles. Black blood seeped from the cracks.

What weight can crack a marble floor?

Several tons? A dozen tons?

What does it feel like for bones to withstand this supergravity? Does every bone groan and cry out in pain?

Caesar understood. The Deadpools didn't willingly submit to being killed. They were powerless to resist.

Their weight increased dozens of times in an instant. So heavy that even lifting their arms was difficult. So heavy that their spines would break if they didn't crawl. You could hear their bones cracking and popping, the sound of their bones reaching their limit.

Words of Power: Royal Authority.

Serial number 91.

It belongs to the realm of words that has already transcended the scope of human understanding.

No one can stand upright within the Royal Domain without the liberator's permission. Those within must endure forces tens or even hundreds of times greater than gravity. Blood will seep through the skin from beneath the body, pooling in the ground. The brain will suffer severe ischemia, resulting in blurred vision and persistent tinnitus. To avoid cerebral ischemia, one must kneel—even prostrate oneself, pressing the entire body to the ground.

But even if you kowtow, you may not survive.

As the power of the monarchy continues to rise, the liberator can shatter anyone's bones. Their corpses will be level with the ground, like a piece of paper crushed by a road roller, leaving only a thin layer.

Although it's called "Royal Power," it's not a benevolent conquest at all. Instead, it applies an extremely domineering supergravity to the opponent, slowly and mercilessly crushing them, making you feel your own death while you're fully conscious.

This was Genjiro's plan: to gather the Dead Servants in the center of the hall, forcibly subdue them with the power of the king, and then set it on fire. To wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Yuan Zhisheng smashed the oil tank of the ever-burning lamp with the handle of his knife, making several crisp "bang bang bang" sounds.

Oil flowed throughout the room, soaking the bodies of the Dead, the floor, and the bones of the dead and the dying. The air was thick with the pungent smell of oil mixed with the stench of blood.

Chu Zihang threw soap-shaped blocks of C4 explosives into every corner of the hall. The small yellow cubes landed in pools of blood, in grease, and around the Dead Servants.

C4 explosive is known for its extreme stability. Without a fuse, it won't explode even if hit by a bullet. You can hit it with a hammer or burn it, and it still won't detonate.

However, the sustained high temperatures in the fire will cause them to explode within minutes. Once the temperature is right, with a 'boom,' it's all over.

The intense heat and shockwaves will turn this floor into a barbecue grill. The Deadpools will be roasted to a crisp.

Finally, it was Fire Fist's turn to appear.

Chu Zihang grabbed the flamethrower from behind and pulled the trigger.

A ten-meter-long jet of flame erupted, and with a whoosh, a wave of heat swept over Deadpool, who was soaking in clear oil.

The flames instantly rose to the height of two people, crackling and distorting the air.

The Dead Servants were completely immobilized. The pressure of the throne prevented them from even raising their heads; they could only lie on the ground, enduring the burning. Flames licked their skin, hissing, and the fat crackled as it burned.

The pale face was burning. The black hair was burning, hissing as it curled and charred. The chest and beautiful collarbone, which still looked human, were also burning, the skin blistering, cracking, and turning black.

The Deadpools emitted a groan inaudible to ordinary people. The groan was so low in frequency that it could only be transmitted through their bones. Caesar felt throbbing pains deep within his brain, as if someone were digging his brains out with a spoon.

He thought of medieval witches weeping at the stake. Those wrongly accused women screamed and struggled in the flames, finally turning into charred remains.

In truth, when humans become cruel, they are no less so than these bloodthirsty beasts. It's just that their methods appear slightly "cleaner." Using fire, water, or knives, it's all the same.

"Run!" Yuan Zhisheng shouted as he walked, then collapsed into a pool of blood. With a 'plop', a spray of blood appeared.

Chapter 696 Deadpool's Barbecue Feast

Chu Zihang sheathed his longsword and bent down to pull Yuan Zhisheng from the pool of blood. The moment his hand touched Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder, his heart sank. The Southern Barbarian's armor was incredibly hot, like an iron plate just taken from a fire; he could feel the burning flesh beneath even through the armor plates.

He turned Genji over; Genji was on the verge of collapse.

His once handsome face was now contorted like a Noh mask, his eye sockets so deep they could hold a coin, his cheekbones protruding high, and the purplish-black capillaries beneath his skin bulging like a spider web. His heart was pumping blood frantically to keep his swaying body afloat, its beat so fast it was inhuman. Caesar's "Kamaitachi" could clearly detect the frequency: at least two hundred and forty beats per minute.

No wonder Genji decided to use this super-powerful incantation after much consideration. Because this kind of incantation would put a huge burden on the body, and "Royal Power" would drain all the life force of the caster in an instant, like drinking a milkshake through a straw, finishing it in a few sips, leaving only ice cubes clinking at the bottom of the glass.

The more advanced the Word of Power, the greater the burden it places on the body. The mythical "Rhine" Word of Power, once released, kills the caster; they can only survive for a fraction of a second within its domain. A fraction of a second—what can you do in that time? Enough for you to blink, enough for you to utter a single word, enough for your heart to beat halfway. And then you're gone, as if you'd never existed, without even a tombstone.

"Hurry up and go!" Genji said again, blood gushing from his throat.

Chu Zihang understood the meaning behind Yuan Zhisheng's words.

Once Genjiro can no longer hold on, the domain of the king will collapse. The moment the domain collapses will be the moment they regain their ability to move. And the three of them are still standing here, among these monsters, like three main courses laid out on a plate.

Before Chu Zihang could react, he heard rapid gunshots behind him.

"Da da da da da da—"

It was Caesar firing in this direction! Bullets whizzed past his ears, carrying scorching air, some almost grazing his skin. He knew without a second thought that a Deadpool was lunging at him from behind. Caesar, having spotted him, suppressed the fire with his gun, the muzzle of his Sten submachine gun spitting out a half-meter-long tongue of flame, the flames dancing on the muzzle like the forked tongue of a starving snake.

Chu Zihang grabbed Yuan Zhisheng and rolled along the ground, his back slamming into a pool of blood, splashing up a spray of dark red water, the stench of blood immediately filling their nostrils. Just as he rolled away, a huge fire serpent descended from the sky, crashing down with a bang where they had just been standing.

This deadly servant, newly freed from the realm of royalty, launched a deadly attack, completely disregarding its own engulfed in flames. Flames still clung to its scales, its skin sizzled, and oil dripped onto the ground, emitting wisps of smoke, but it paid no heed. Its eyes were fixed solely on Genji, on its prey flowing with royal blood; its pupils narrowed to slits, like a cat eyeing a mouse.

Its sharp claws gripped Genjiro's calf.

Chu Zihang heard a faint cracking sound as bones twisted, a "creak, creak." Deadpool's grip was strong enough to leave handprints on steel, let alone human bones. Yuan Zhisheng groaned, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat mixed with blood dripping down, landing on the back of Chu Zihang's hand, burning him and making him wince.

Chu Zihang now had something in his hand.

The handle of the spider-cut knife!

At the crucial moment, Genjiro handed Chu Zihang his almost ever-present sword. Chu Zihang reversed his grip, blade pointing downwards, and, bypassing Genjiro's body, pierced the Deadpool's arm with a single stroke.

"puff."

The blade pierced the muscle between the two arm bones, like a knife plunged into a sack full of sand. Chu Zihang could feel the resistance as the blade cut through the muscle, a stiff, unresponsive sensation, like cutting through a half-frozen piece of meat, the blade caught in the fibers and then suddenly breaking free. He pushed the handle sharply, and Spider Slash sliced ​​upwards, cleaving Deadpool's arm with unstoppable force.

With a "ripping" sound, his arm split open from the middle, like a ripe fruit being broken in two, and black blood gushed out, splattering on his face.

Chu Zihang flipped over and leaped up, taking a step forward and slashing his knife into the chest of the Deadpool.

"when!"

Sparks flew as the blade left a white mark on the scales, but failed to penetrate. Without hesitation, Chu Zihang drew the last Sten submachine gun with his left hand, pressed the muzzle against Deadpool's chest, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da da—"

All the bullets pierced his body, which was half-dead from being crushed by the king's power, and the spent casings clattered to the ground. Black blood gushed from the bullet holes, trickling down his scales and pooling in the ground. Deadpool finally went limp, like a bag of rotten flesh with its bones removed, twitching twice on the ground, his fingers scratching the ground, leaving a few bloody marks, and then he lay still.

"Now carry this guy to the elevator!" Caesar rushed to Chu Zihang's side, and Western Watch fired repeatedly, "Boom—Boom—Boom—", each shot was like thunder, making eardrums buzz. Mercury explosive bullets bloomed in the Deadpool group, white mercury vapor spread out, with a pungent metallic smell.

Deadpool's grip fractured Genji's shinbone. Even after reverting to his dragon-bone form, Genji wasn't invincible. He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had shed too much blood and exerted too much effort. Chu Zihang carried him on his shoulder and moved towards the elevator, feeling Genji's body tremble with every step.

All three of them were exhausted.

The ground shook.

A burly Deadpool slowly emerged from the flames, emerging from the mercury smoke created by the mercury explosion bomb.

Its upper body was as robust as a bear's, and its shoulders were so broad that two people could stand side by side. It was probably a burly man before the mutation, and the dragon blood further stimulated its muscle growth.

A gleaming longsword spun in its claws—the very same longsword Chu Zihang had discarded in the fire. He had tucked those swords into his waistband, but lost a few during the battle, only to have this Deadpool pick them up. Holding a sword in each hand, it slowly approached in the form of a serpent god of war.

Its serpentine body writhed alluringly, like a giant rattlesnake, muscles rippling beneath its scales. Two blades circled its body, forming an impenetrable defense. The flashing blades wove a dense, impenetrable net, deflecting attacks from any angle like flies encountering a spiderweb.

There are numerous examples of Deadpool using weapons in previous records. Weapon skills learned as a human are inherited by Deadpool; they retain muscle memory and moves practiced countless times. But such masterful swordsmanship is unprecedented in Deadpool. Its movements are fluid and effortless, like a swordsman who has honed his skills for decades—no, even more terrifying than a master, because it shows no fear, no hesitation, no pain, like a machine born solely for killing.

Caesar drew an antique hunting rifle from behind his back.

This is an old piece of equipment brought out of the weapons museum—a double-barreled shotgun. The barrel is jet black, and the stock is engraved with the German manufacturer's name and year—1943, Berlin. The wood grain of the stock has been polished and gleaming with age. Antique shotguns are typically quite long; this one, with its barrel alone, is approximately 180cm long, longer than Caesar himself.

Caesar casually handed it over; he was still outside the range of the snake man's blade, but the gun barrel was already close to its chest.

The snake-man slashed down with his sword.

"Clang." The first third of the gun barrel was severed, the break as clean as if it had been machine-cut, the metal surface gleaming silver. The severed barrel fell to the ground, clattering as it rolled into the pool of blood, splattering a small patch of blood.

But at the same time.

"boom!"

The shotgun fired as usual. Although the barrel had been cut off, the bullets still flew out, the butt slamming into Caesar's shoulder. Large-caliber lead bullets rained down, all striking the snake-man's chest, shattering scales and sending flesh flying.

The snake-man was blasted into the fire, his body tumbling halfway through the air before crashing into the flames with a bang, sending sparks flying and crackling through the burning wood. Caesar was also thrown back by the recoil, waving his arms in the air before regaining his balance.

"What era are we living in that we're still playing with knives?" Caesar tossed aside his half-broken antique hunting rifle, drew a shotgun from his waist, cocked it with a "click," and the spent cartridge jumped out of the ejection port and landed on the ground. "You're a comedian, aren't you? Should I add some background music for you?"

The ground shook again. This time it was even stronger, and Chu Zihang almost lost his balance. He could only hold onto the wall, and he could feel the wall trembling in his hands, as if a giant beast was struggling inside.