Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

The god gently shook off Mance, who was hanging on his weapon like an old rag doll.

He was so tall, so huge, so invincible.

The horse, covered with iron-blue scales, was spewing thunder from its mouth, and its breath was hot and heavy, spraying on Mance's face.

"What are you?" Mance's bloodline is excellent. Even if his heart is cut, he can still prolong his life for a short time.

At this time, an ancient and sturdy phonograph device was running in his underwear. Manstein laughed at him for this, but Manstein said that this thing would always come in handy.

Now, it comes in handy.

God did not respond to his questions, nor would He respond to his questions.

Odin just came to Mance's side, looking down at him with such a cold look, and the weapon named Kungunir in his hand was raised high above his head again.

Now, Mans Rundstedt knew that his life was about to end.

He said in a voice that was very soft but loud enough for everything in the room to hear, "You are Odin, but you are not a god. What are you? Which dragon king are you?"

He then started coughing violently, and the blood he coughed up contained fragments of internal organs.

"Come on, kill me! My students and my old friends will avenge me, they will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!" Mance was full of confidence. He lived in the best era. The last dragon-slaying hero had not died yet, and the new dragon-slaying hero had grown up. After his death, all those who dared to call themselves gods would have their tendons and bones torn out, and swords soaked in dragon blood would chop off their heads!

But suddenly, Mance's fierce expression changed.

He heard someone calling him.

"Professor, Professor Mance!" the girl called softly in sadness and fear. He recognized that it was his student Selma.

"No! Selma! Don't come over! Take that thing away from here!" Mance stretched out his hand in a daze, trying to grab one of Odin's or the eight-legged horse's lower limbs, but he was too weak. The monster-like horse stepped on his arm and broke it. Bone spurs emerged from the elbow joint, carrying bloody ligaments.

The god turned his gaze in the direction from which the sound came.

Selma tried hard to light up her golden eyes, which were so dim and fragile. Her body was shaking, but in her hand she held the Atkan long sword named Gluttony.

The handle of the sword was covered with dense metal scales, which were always open and sharper than any other knife. They cut Selma's palm severely, penetrated into the girl's flesh, and greedily sucked her blood.

Selma forcibly pulled out gluttony from the seven deadly sins. It was impossible to do so with Selma's bloodline, but she did it.

Something called courage grew in her soul.

There were a few moments when Selma felt as if she saw the dragon slayers who had died one by one in history and over the years. They sacrificed ten times or even a hundred times more lives than the dragons, piercing the deadly swords through the dragons' hearts.

That is the history of the Secret Party, that is a bloody history. They are the Great Wall in the darkness, whoever dies on the battlefield is honored, whoever survives on the battlefield is cursed.

Selma was not really a personal hero, but she was unwilling to live in such a battlefield.

The great sword was awakened in the girl's hands.

It let out a violent and proud roar, the incomplete but great alchemical field was activated, the knife named Gluttony was raised, and for a moment, there seemed to be a howling wind in the cabin.

"Selma, my student, you are awesome." Mance's voice became weaker and weaker, until finally, the eternal and dead darkness completely surrounded him.

Selma cried silently, her body still shaking, her bare feet stepping on the bloody metal floor. The deadpools wailed and roared as if they wanted to tear her to pieces, but they did not dare to touch her at all.

The realm of the seven deadly sins shelters Selma.

These swords seldom awaken, their awakening always means the death of the king, but now they answer the call of a humble human, because this human has the body of the one who forged them flowing in his bones.

That is an unwilling soul!

Every sword trembled in its case, eager to be drawn.

But Selma's bloodline was too low-level, and just pulling out Gluttony had almost exhausted all of her strength.

The dragon blood in the girl's body was being consumed at a terrifying rate, but the time for the Third Officer to set up the bomb was far from enough, and she needed to buy him more time.

"Professor, please don't die." Selma cried softly. At this time, she was thinking, if Professor Mans really died here, what would happen to her internship report?

Such a stupid thought only occurred to Selma once and then disappeared.

Because Selma was horrified to find that Odin, who was originally more than ten meters away from her, suddenly appeared in front of her.

The spear was being raised above the god's head, about to pierce his heart.

But Gluttony hit Kungunir hard at the bottom at a weird angle.

This mythical weapon forged by Norton began to show its might at this moment.

Odin's expression remained unchanged, and he raised the spear again.

But he suddenly stopped, his eight-legged horse neighing wildly and restlessly, and his golden eyes, flowing like lava, cast towards the deck of the Moniach.

At this moment, lightning tore through the sky.

Selma saw a figure as straight as a sword standing there, and golden eyes that were no less powerful than God's were lit up in the figure's eye sockets.

"Lu Mingfei..." There was a tearful tone in her voice.

"Killing you once is not enough, I have to kill you a second time."

Lu Mingfei raised his lust with difficulty. He saw the dead crew members and the knife was as heavy as a mountain.

He said, "Will you still be Deadpool this time? Or, if I kill you this time, you will really die!" Lu Mingfei was so angry that he seemed to be biting the blade between his teeth, and the words flowed out from the surface of the blade.

The Seven Deadly Sins roared like truly furious dragons at this moment. They had never been so eager to drink blood as they were at this moment.

But in the dark rain, young men in black diving suits were moving away from the battlefield.

He contacted a big man on the other side of the ocean through a certain device, and he said, "The mission failed. Something else is eyeing those swords from mythology."

"What is it?" The man's voice was steady and majestic, with the tone and aura that only those who have been sitting at the top of power for a long time can possess.

"God," said the young man.

Chapter 48 Gun of Destiny

The seven deadly sins hung in the air humming, and they knew that now was the time to unsheathe their weapons.

At this time, there was no more thunder, only the endless sound of rain.

It was so quiet that it was scary. Suddenly, a long and deep horse neighing was heard from the dead silence.

There was a terrifying enemy in front of him. Lu Mingfei's bones crackled with crisp sounds, and were torn apart and reassembled along the almost non-existent cracks. He became harder than steel. His hands could tear open the bronze door, and the dragon bone state was activated on his body.

This is not a complicated technology, but it has very high requirements for the user. Only those with truly excellent bloodlines can activate the dragon bone state.

In the previous period of time, the Japanese branch packaged Yuan Zhisheng's notes on the status of dragon bones and sent them to Lu Mingfei via email. However, even though Lu Mingfei had temporarily possessed the ability of an A-level hybrid through the Nibelung Project at that time, he was still unable to stimulate the dense and hard dragon bones in his body without relying on Lu Mingze.

After returning to this period of time and space, his bloodline unexpectedly reached a level that may even be better than that of the principal. It is effortless for Lu Mingfei to activate the dragon bone state.

With this attitude, he had the confidence to fight against the real third generation.

Lu Mingfei was even able to defeat the combined forces of Caesar and Chu Zihang on the front battlefield by fighting one against two.

At this time, he was no less inferior to Minamoto Chisei who was far away in Japan.

Lust and Gluttony, which were originally held in Selma's hands, leaped over the rainstorm and drilled into Lu Mingfei's palms. The blades and tips of the two swords began to extend, turning into giant blades for slaying dragons in ancient times.

On their surface, ancient and mysterious patterns are emerging, and blazing light bursts out from the depths of these patterns.

Another five dragon-slaying swords were suspended behind Lu Mingfei. Deadpool screamed in fear. They tried desperately to raise their heads and stare at Lu Mingfei with violent and ferocious eyes, but the fear deep in their blood crushed their spines.

They fell to their knees and trembled.

The fear did not come from the boy who had activated the dragon bone state, but from the swords that were emitting the loud dragon roars.

At this moment, it seemed as if there was another Dragon King standing behind Lu Mingfei, his name should be the Great Norton, his title was the King of Bronze and Fire. He embraced Lu Mingfei from behind, his ferocious face buried in Lu Mingfei's hair, his hard palms and wrist bones completely fused with Lu Mingfei's palms and wrist bones, holding lust and gluttony, as if holding the whole world.

The king's authority was revived in his hands.

God watched all this happen silently.

But the changes in Lu Mingfei are far from over.

Dense scales slowly grew all over his body, like blue-black armor. These scales pierced his skin, carrying a bloody smell, and closed one by one in the heavy rain. At the same time, his joints reversed and his nails protruded into sharp claws.

This was the second blood burst in the dragon bone state. Forbidden techniques were used one after another. At this moment, Lu Mingfei was like a girl on the altar. One more step would lead to the abyss.

Someone once told Lu Mingfei that the first degree of blood burst releases the lion's heart, and the second degree of blood burst releases your dragon's heart. Few people can advance this technique to the second degree, which is the second half of the road to becoming a god, and people's will is gradually weakened.

But Lu Mingfei could do it without any pressure, except the third degree of blood burst, which he could do but he was unwilling to do. Every attempt to perform the third degree of blood burst was a nightmare of losing himself. Lu Mingfei could still feel that he was himself, but he felt that he was not like himself at that time. Some higher logic equal to that of a human was replacing his original logic.

Unparalleled power was being pumped by the heart through the blood vessels to every inch of Lu Mingfei's flesh and blood. The color of his golden pupil was no less than that of a god's single eye. After activating the dragon bone state and the second blood burst, Lu Mingfei still retained his human characteristics, but his whole body was hard and violent, just like a real dragon.

The bright and fiery golden eyes illuminated the nearby waters, and Lu Mingfei glanced at them.

He saw what he looked like at that moment, with blue-gray scales protruding from the surface of his skin, his bones growing and deforming at a speed visible to the naked eye, black bone spurs breaking through the surface of his body, his muscles bulging violently, and every muscle fiber so clear, like a taut steel cable.

It’s so powerful.

If only we had this kind of power earlier.

If only we had gotten back here a few minutes earlier.

The angry boy raised his head slowly, the cold rain fell on his skin and his exposed scaly body. The blue-grey scales opened and closed, releasing a large amount of heat from the bottom of the scales each time.

Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky and let out a long breath.

He lowered his head again, looking into the distance at the god riding the eight-legged Pegasus, with lava flowing in his pupils.

Then the next second, a human-shaped hole was left in the surging rain.

Lu Mingfei has disappeared from the spot!

He used his dragon-like feet to kick the metal deck of the Moniach, actually creating a huge hole in the deck. The recurved knee joints that belong only to dragons burst out with extraordinary strength, and his figure disappeared in the high-speed movement.

Lu Mingfei hid the two swords at his waist and held their handles with his hands crossed. This posture could help him better control the strength of holding the swords.

The rain curtain in the sky was shattered, and the swords called the Seven Deadly Sins roared and charged with Lu Mingfei. They woke up at this moment and realized that the thing whose head they were destined to chop off was standing in that direction.

The Pegasus named Sleipnir raised its four hooves, and the lightning spewed out of the mouth of this mythical beast spread around like a towering tree.

But even though Lu Mingfei displayed such amazing speed, he still didn't notice how Odin disappeared.

At this moment, he possessed unimaginable dynamic vision and reaction speed, but it was still difficult for him to capture the figure of the god.

Relying on his years of combat experience, he swung his sword ferociously while charging forward, swinging it with a roaring and snarling sword.

The rain curtain was cut, and the part of the alchemical sword that extended from the spirit seemed to be dancing in flames. The brilliant light dispelled the darkness on the entire Moniach. Only then could one see that countless twisted and narrow black shadows had covered every corner of the hull.

Lust and gluttony intersected and collided with Kungunir in the rainstorm, and the sound of metal clashing was deafening.

At this moment, when he came into close combat with the god named Odin, Lu Mingfei realized how majestic he was. Odin's body was nearly two meters long, and the weapon in his hand, named Kungunir, which was predicted by Lu Mingze, smashed down fiercely with the power to tear apart mountains.

Lust and Gluttony roared with difficulty. At this moment, these two proud weapons could not bear the burden and were torn apart by Okungunir, making shrill screams.