Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

I don't know how many black shadows were born in the rain, like a long mountain range. The entire mountain range was made up of pale and dry flesh, rotten armor and black cloaks fluttering in the wind. There was no end in sight either forward or backward.

But the heroic spirits silently separated to both sides, and the middle part of the elevated road was exposed. Countless pairs of golden eyes illuminated the long and narrow road, and at the end of the long road was Odin.

The puppet controlled by the mask sat high on the back of a monster-like horse like a real ancient god, holding a curved spear in his hand.

The weapon was pointed diagonally at the ground, with blinding lightning lingering around it like a group of strangled snakes.

In the sight, Odin was still as mottled as in the past. Perhaps it was due to time, or perhaps it was something else. In any case, something had left a rust-like substance on the armor. The dark blue wind cloak was also decayed, but it was burning with a magnificent and fierce light. The light that Angé and Chu Zihang had seen just now came from that wind cloak.

The mask, which looked like a shattered dead tree, was facing this direction, with lava-colored light gushing out of its eye and mouth holes.

The rain had no way of touching the god played by Chu Tianjiao. His whole body temperature was so high that it almost burned. The scorching air waves rose from that giant-like body, immediately evaporating all the rain. The mist like the sea tide filled the air and covered the eight-legged horse as well.

Sleipnir stood quietly, and after a few seconds the beast snorted heavily, stamped its front hooves on the ground, and its golden eyes slowly opened in the mist.

"It's a lot, too difficult to explain in a short time. Besides, some things you need to discover by yourself." Angé flexed his wrist. The old man actually showed a smile on his face at this time, but his pupils were a terrifying golden color, as if there were stars twinkling in the depths of an iron-gray lake, and all the stars gathered together to form a blazing nebula.

"By the way, Gen Chisheng asked me to tell you something. He did help you find the origin of this knife. There is a nearly 100-year-old priest in the Qiyuan Shrine in the mountains of Kobe who recognized Murasame. About 20 years ago, a very beautiful woman placed the knife in the shrine for worship for ten years. Ten years later, your father took it away." Angers said, hesitating for a moment, "Gen Chisheng showed me a photo of the girl and the knife 20 years ago... Very interesting, guess who it was?"

"Who?" Chu Zihang asked.

He pulled the knife out of its sheath, and the blade shone brightly like water.

Murasame has no sword guard, Chu Zihang thinks it should be a pious sword.

In Japan, there are only two kinds of swords that do not have guards: one is the sword worn by poor ronin, and the other is the sacred sword used to worship gods.

But the material used to cast this sword is recycled metal, and the poor ronin has no way of accessing this material that only exists in alchemy.

"Giovini," Ange said, "Let's go. The heroes have cleared a path for us to meet the gods."

The principal rolled up his sleeves and strolled leisurely, revealing a tiger's head on his right wrist and a yaksha's ghost face on his right wrist, tattooed with indigo and cinnabar, looking ferocious and gorgeous.

This is the highest-ranking tiger and yaksha in the Japanese underworld, and it is the symbol of power and status that Ange was given when he was in Japan. Chu Zihang has read that period of history. In 1946, Ange came to Japan with the army as the leader of the secret party, and used his ferocious power like a mad dragon to suppress the group of unruly descendants of the White King for sixty years.

The heroes all wore iron masks on their faces, and countless golden eyes flowing with flames were silently staring at Angers and Chu Zihang who walked between them in the endless rain.

But Chu Zihang had taken off the mask of the heroic spirit and knew that underneath the mask was actually Deadpool's face.

Countless Deadpools stood silently on both sides, like towering walls.

"I don't know him." Chu Zihang said coldly.

He gazed from afar at the god at the end of the road, with extreme sadness and extreme hatred in his heart, but his heart was surprisingly calm.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time, but he didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

But it doesn't matter, Dad, at least I really found you.

Even though after so many years we can no longer hold each other's hands, even though we can't help but slash each other with a knife after a momentary loss of concentration, at least my persistence is not meaningless.

"Of course you don't know her. She is an honorary alumnus of the college. When she was an undergraduate, her spiritual power and bloodline were top secret. After graduation, her information was put on the gray list." Ange's blazing golden eyes flashed with a hint of reminiscence. "She is Ming Fei's mother."

Chu Zihang's footsteps paused heavily, and the accumulated water under his feet created huge ripples.

He looked at Ange, his face expressionless, but beneath his solemn features was a huge storm.

"Have you thought of it?"

"Yeah." Chu Zihang nodded. "My father is also on the gray list, right? He appeared in that city to watch over something. Otherwise, a super executive like him should be slaying dragons all over the world."

Ordinary A-class people don't even have the qualifications to stand in front of Odin, but that man can even draw his sword against God.

"I can't tell you much, but Chu Tianjiao is responsible for two important missions at the same time. He is responsible for guarding a box that can rewrite the history of the dragon race and mankind, and protecting Lu Mingfei at the same time." Angers said, "Mingfei probably never thought that he has always been an important person. In fact, we have always valued him."

"There are loopholes in your words..."

"That loophole is the truth you need to find, Zihang, don't ask too much. When you kill someone, you must cut the root of the problem. When you escape, never look back." Angé pinched Chu Zihang's shoulder. The old guy's body was so hot that it looked like red-hot charcoal. Chu Zihang could hear the deep and passionate heartbeat of the 130-year-old man beside him. The old heart suddenly returned to its peak, even far exceeding that of a young man by ten or a hundred times, almost shattering Angé's chest.

"Mingfei's mother left a knife to your father. Your father took care of Mingfei as he grew up, like a farmer in a flower garden... Then Murasame must have some special meaning. I don't know, because I haven't seen them for a long time, and I may not have the chance to know, so this is something you have to figure out." Angé said.

There was a loud bang from his body as his bones were reorganized. Chu Zihang saw with his own eyes that Angers' originally somewhat dry forearms became plump again. The iron blue and pale colors intertwined and spread rapidly towards the end of his wrist, as if some strange poison was corroding his body.

Tiny hairs emerged from under the skin, growing on the surface of the skin like iron-blue and pale moss. Then these hairs grew rapidly and became open scales. The old man's body became covered in blood, and the rain that fell on it immediately evaporated into mist like a sea tide.

The hot blood flowed along the newly grown scales, dyeing Angé's clothes red. The scales contracted and opened, opened and closed, constantly echoing in Chu Zihang's ears like the low hum of a cracking glacier.

Angel looked at Chu Zihang quietly, and he slowly straightened his spine. Chu Zihang then realized that the old man beside him had become so majestic that he reminded people of a majestic evil spirit. His face became hideous and majestic, and fine and dense white scales covered the hard facial bones. In a trance, he seemed to be wearing an ancient mask like Odin.

"Are you scared?" Angé asked in a low voice. He was already able to look down at Chu Zihang, but there was not much of a dragon's brutality in his golden eyes. Instead, they were as calm as a windless lake.

Chu Zihang shook his head.

When he looked up at Ange's hideous face, he could see all the rain falling from the sky, and at the end of the rain were clouds as towering as mountains.

"We can fight our way out." Chu Zihang said.

A low chuckle came from Ange's throat, and then all the scales on his body stretched to the extreme, and then suddenly tightened with a roar, overlapping each other.

"He is not your father anymore." Angé held the folding knife with the unique Damascus steel pattern all over the blade. It seemed to come alive in his hand, with golden-red flames burning on the blade and a faint dragon roar could be heard.

The pale blue horny claws have replaced Ange's hands, and now he is like a human-shaped dragon.

It really makes me feel at ease, even more at ease than being with Chu Tianjiao...

Chu Zihang breathed slowly, and Angé suddenly realized that there seemed to be a mad dragon awakening silently in this boy's body.

Originally, the child was just a candle burning in the rain, which would be extinguished if the wind was stronger. However, as the sound of war drums with a very fast frequency sounded, the swaying candle flame was rising dozens or hundreds of times, turning into a blazing flame that shot up into the sky!

The bloody iron-blue scales slowly emerged from Chu Zihang's body. A huge amount of blood was pumped out of his body, and the muscles under the scales undulated like water.

Like Angers, Chu Zihang's knee joints were also reversed, forming a structure similar to that of an insect.

In just a few seconds, Chu Zihang became the second guy here who was comparable to a humanoid dragon.

The blood burst started directly from the third degree. The body that had been strengthened to the limit by the Nibelungen Project was pumping unparalleled power and strength from that powerful heart to every part of the body.

He bowed slightly, and the unsheathed Murasame tapped the ground, his golden eyes as cold as ice.

Chu Zihang looked up, feeling that this world was so lonely and far away. The person you had been looking for for so many years suddenly appeared before you, but with such an appearance.

In the appearance of God.

"I know that in the end, we will just be bringing his body back." Chu Zihang's voice was low, yet with a lingering sense of majesty.

At the same time, a high-pitched chanting sounded, which was exactly the same dragon text, coming from the mouths of Odin, Ange and Chu Zihang.

They chanted in an ancient language, and three almost identical areas expanded rapidly.

Everything seemed to be still in the area, but in fact, everything had begun. Shadows surged towards them from all directions, but the speed was so slow that it seemed like a silent painting. The wind and rain also became sticky. A giant-like heroic spirit tried to raise his hand, but his claws moved very slowly.

A layer of air realm can be clearly seen at the edge where the time zero realms touch each other, and then the air realm collapses and the three realms merge with a loud bang.

Water splashed slowly under Chu Zihang's feet. He took a step forward with a second of enthusiasm. The village rain brought up a dazzling arc of light, and the rain splashed into a circle. There was a terrible roar when the knife tore through, but the roar could not catch up with Chu Zihang's footsteps. When he stopped, he had already cut a bloody path in the tidal shadows. Thick and fishy black blood spurted out from the necks and hearts of hundreds of heroes, but it all hovered in the air like thick ink floating in the water.

This bloody road is not an escape, but a journey to Odin.

In essence, Angers and Chu Zihang are the same type of people. They have nothing, so they are not afraid of losing.

For someone who is not afraid of death, his first reaction when being attacked is definitely not to flee like a dog, but to try to chop off the attacker's head!

But he is not the one who can fight against something like Odin, only the principal can do it. Chu Zihang can barely get involved in this cruel war with the ability to use time zero given to him by the Ladon Project, but he is only the old man's bodyguard.

At this time, the violent glow had enveloped Chu Zihang.

Odin's sky blue cloak fluttered in the strong wind. The eight-legged divine horse had appeared in front of Chu Zihang at some point. It snorted and tiny fragments of lightning spewed out of its huge nostrils.

Only by observing it this closely can you see that Sleipnir is indeed a mythical monster, its long, magnificent mane flowing down like a battle banner, its muscles undulating like the tide beneath its scaly skin.

When Odin rode his horse, he brought with him a rolling stream of water. That was because he was so huge that after he broke through the stagnant rain curtain, it was like he was stirring up a surging sea wave.

When he came to Chu Zihang, he was holding a giant sword on his back that was much taller than the door panel. When the sword was swung, the sound of the wind was as scary as a dragon's roar.

Time Zero was much more powerful on Odin and the horse than on Chu Zihang. The face that somewhat resembled his was almost within reach, and Chu Zihang realized that the glow illuminated his own shadow.

The ghostly shadow tore through the strong wind and rain curtain and surpassed Chu Zihang. The golden-red glow splashed like a blood-red rainbow!

The folding knife fiercely collided with Odin's giant sword that had fallen in the water. The roar of the metal collision was like a mountain collapsing in Chu Zihang's ears. His auditory system was damaged in an instant, but the powerful self-healing ability brought by the third blood burst immediately repaired the damage.

The ghostly shadow flew back in the direction it came from at an even faster speed!

Odin's strength far exceeded that of Ange. The might of the sword pushed the dragon-like old man back and knocked away groups of heroic spirits until he finally stopped at the edge of the elevated road.

Odin rode his horse in pursuit, and after being smashed to pieces, he swung his sword again in the waterfall-like rain curtain, and the sword light was as dense as meteors!

The heroes were like sculptures in the realm of zero time superposition, their pale limbs flew in the huge sword light, and everything along the way was crushed by Odin, like a mad dragon breaking free!

Angers stood up again in the heavy rain, his forearm was twisted and the bone should be broken, but such an injury could be recovered in an instant for him now. The sound of the bone being reconnected was like a series of firecrackers going off in the human body.

"You are stronger than before. Is your strength recovering?" He whispered, "You have suffered such a great injury, but you have recovered to this extent in just twenty years..."

Odin did not respond, the flames of God will burn the mortals who transgress!

A hoarse and powerful roar came from Ange's vocal cords, and blood-colored mist rose from his body. It was the blood-stained rain that was evaporating. Then the expensive clothes burst into flames. Chu Zihang only had time to see the flames rising into the sky, and then he saw a pale green shadow leaping high from the flames.

The folding knife tore through the humid air like countless meteors, and Angers fell to the ground like a cannonball. Countless half-meter-high splashes of water splashed under his feet. Because his speed was too fast, the next splash of water bloomed before the previous one disappeared, until the last one was like a wave connected into a line.

This old guy did not admit defeat, but continued to charge at Odin.

He is truly a hero like St. George. Odin swings his sword silently, but the sword light is as dense as raindrops. Angers always hits the side of the giant sword with his folding knife, and the roar reminds people of the bronze bells in the temples in the mountains.

Chu Zihang looked at the man's profile vaguely visible through the cracks in the mask from a distance, and he suddenly sighed deeply.

The endless dripping rain was lifted up by the swirling storm and washed over his entire body. The water walls on all sides were squeezing over him. The gaps left by the killed shadows had been filled. The hideous faces of the Deadpools were right in front of Chu Zihang, pressing forward one after another.

In fact, I should have known it long ago. How could humans be opponents of God? Looking at the principal's difficult response, he must be at the end of his strength, right?

It seems that none of Odin's giant sword hit Ange, but the principal is a 130-year-old man after all. How can such an old man maintain the realm of time zero for a long time?

What's more, he entered a blood-blasting state.

Countless pairs of claws as hard and sharp as cast iron were approaching Chu Zihang's body from all directions, but he actually slowly closed his eyes amid the metallic roar that echoed through the heavens and the earth.

The boy who had been searching for this day for many years opened his arms, and the wind blowing towards him seemed to be filled with the smell of the sea.

The sun was setting in the depths of his consciousness, and darkness was spreading from the end of the sea, slowly submerging him in the polar night.

Chu Zihang felt like he was about to forget who he was. He only remembered that there seemed to be a sunset hidden forever in the depths of his soul. In the sunset, he was still a child, and the hem of the white dress beside him fluttered like a blooming flower.

Violent blood...

Four degrees.

The last step on the road to deification in the history of the Secret Party, the ultimate nightmare under God, and the dance of killing immersed in the dream.

In the night with the sound of waves, Chu Zihang slowly squatted down. That's it. I have tried my best. I will become Deadpool. As long as I can...

revenge.