Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

Odin must know the identity of Lu Mingze, the Supreme, and understand that he hates the betrayal of the four monarchs. He is Odin's ultimate weapon.

As long as Fenrir dares to activate the Word of Destruction, everyone will die, whether it is her, Chu Zihang, or even Lu Mingfei himself. In this case, Lu Mingfei will definitely choose to trade, and Lu Mingze will definitely kill Fenrir without hesitation.

The dispute ended here. It didn't matter whether Jörmungandr or the Origin Maiden was dead or alive. After all, his target was only Fenrir.

Things were at a stalemate, and it seemed that no matter what he did, Fenrir would be doomed.

Jörmungandr probably also realized this, because she looked at Fenrir with such sad eyes. Ignoring the artillery fire coming at her from behind, she just gently stroked the dragon's huge head.

Fenrir suddenly stretched out his wings to protect Jörmungandr completely, allowing the shells to hit him.

He didn't know why his sister didn't let him continue, but he listened to Jörmungandr very much. Even though his wings were bleeding from the armor-piercing shells, he did not fight back.

The source girl took a deep breath, slowly raised the burning blood-red long sword, and rushed towards the hybrids who were still attacking without hesitation. At the same time, she shouted at Jörmungandr: "Let those sickle-tailed weasels attack me!"

Jörmungandr was obviously stunned, but she did not hesitate for too long. She waved her hand towards the sky, and tens of thousands of bronze bone birds swooped down towards the Source Girl. However, as soon as they approached, they instantly turned into countless flying ashes.

That is the realm of judgement, where the order of death is issued again and again. Flowers of blood are blooming everywhere, corpses and body parts are strewn all over the ground, and the whole world seems to have completely fallen into purgatory.

Even if the bloodline has reached the peak of the second generation, and can almost reach the strength of the first generation with the help of the alchemy formation, the consumption still exists. Maintaining Yaki and Judgment at the same time, even the current Genjima cannot be endless.

These undead creatures with dragon blood can replenish the strength she consumes. Although they are so weak that they can hardly add any experience, it is enough to replenish her strength.

The Source Girl has realized what a serious situation she is facing. The Nibelungen cannot collapse, so Fenrir cannot take action again. Jörmungandr cannot die, and the Dragon Kings cannot attack each other. The only people Odin can rely on are these hybrids.

So all we have to do is kill all the hybrids that break in.

She kills as many as come.

Yuan Zhinv is now extremely grateful that she announced the information of all the Dragon Kings at the same time and diverted the hybrids all over the world. Now there are many hybrids coming to BJ, but not all of them.

Although all the hybrids who have received the news should be on their way here by now, it will still take some time.

If we kill off this first wave of attacks, there is still hope, whether we ask Jörmungandr to change the entry rules of the Nibelung or just switch positions.

Jörmungandr was very smart. She knew what the Source Maiden was going to do by looking at her actions. She immediately put Fenrir down and rushed to the Source Maiden without hesitation.

"Can we change the way of entering Nibelungen? Or just change the position." Yuan Zhinv asked her in a hoarse voice.

“No.” Jörmungandr smiled bitterly. “The code was set when it was created. Unless Fenrir and I are both dead, the Nibelungen can be completely closed and disappear.”

Yuan Zhinu couldn't suppress her irritation. She swung her knife fiercely and cursed: "What a lousy rule!"

"But I can let Fenrir recreate a Nibelung, but it will take time."

"how long?"

"I don't know."

"Okay." Yuan Zhinu gritted her teeth. She knew this was the only way at the moment and she had to hold on no matter how long it took.

At the same time, she pointed at Lu Mingze and said, "Do you know what that is?"

Jörmungandr turned her head, and her pupils suddenly shrank the moment she saw the boy's appearance clearly. She was so shocked that she couldn't even speak. Even when she was surrounded by so many people before, she had never shown this expression. It seemed that her soul was trembling.

"Hi." The boy waved at her and chuckled, "You are as beautiful as ever."

Yuan Zhinu realized that her reaction was wrong and immediately asked, "What's going on?"

"No, it's impossible. How could he be here? How could he still be alive..."

Yuan Zhinv frowned and was about to ask when a new wave of attack came again, so she had to continue swinging the knife.

The attacks were mainly directed at Jörmungandr, but Yuan Zhinv blocked most of the attacks for her. Looking at her distraught appearance, she felt that things here were not simple.

Who is Lu Mingze? And what is the identity of Lu Mingfei, the person he protects?

Why could just one glance scare Jörmungandr so much?

No, it was not only Jörmungandr, but also Norton. When Norton saw Lu Mingfei at Kassel Academy, his first reaction was to leave. Even Odin only dared to secretly follow Lu Mingfei and pick up some bones to eat.

They are the monarchs of the dragon clan, the most powerful beings, but they are so afraid of Lu Mingze and Lu Mingfei. This is obviously a big problem.

Yuan Zhinu only knew that Lu Mingfei was described as "Supreme" in the original work, and it was never made clear what kind of existence he was. But it seemed that every time he traded with Lu Mingze, Lu Mingfei could unlock 1/4 of the seal. No one knew what kind of hideous monster would be after the seal was completely lifted.

When she thought of this, Yuan Zhinu suddenly remembered what Norton had just said to her: Norton said, don't let him out.

So is this Lu Mingze he is referring to, or the unsealed Lu Mingfei?

Yuan Zhinv had no answer. She didn't even have time to think about it further. A steady stream of hybrids poured in, some of them with strong bloodlines and those who were well prepared. There were even one or two high-risk Word Spirits.

If left alone, they could cause considerable damage. Jörmungandr did not dare to launch an earthquake easily. She conjured up her giant sickle and opened up her domain, but she was not as fast as the Source Girl in killing.

Judgment is undoubtedly a very powerful anti-group word spirit for people with lower bloodline than oneself. Jun Yan is also very useful, like a walking high-temperature bomb, and the fire tornado caused by the Eye of the Wind King can cause great damage.

But such a load consumption is undoubtedly huge. Under the manipulation of Jörmungandr, all the sickle-weasels in Nibelungen are providing supplies to the Source Girl. However, no matter how many there are, their number is always limited. When all the sickle-weasels died, the Source Girl's physical strength gradually began to fail.

Lu Mingze stretched out his hand slightly and touched a piece of bone fragment that floated in front of his eyes. The fire tornado illuminated his delicate face. He looked so young, but the look in his eyes seemed as if he had lived for thousands of years.

"Brother, how long are you going to hesitate?" The boy said softly, "They can't hold on for long."

"Didn't you once swear that you would never do anything that you would regret? Do you want to wait until things are beyond redemption before you regret it?"

He looked at the struggling girls with pity, as if a high and mighty god was looking at prisoners at the end of their rope, and offered them alms in a haughty manner: "It's just 1/4 of their lives. Friendly reminder, if they die, even if you give me your whole life, I can't save them."

The devil's whispers carried a different kind of temptation. Lu Mingfei looked at the deformed monster being besieged by the crowd, but he could see a familiar shadow from the past on her scaly face.

Lu Mingfei was not unable to see the situation clearly. He also realized that the devil had not lied to him, but he was always afraid in his heart. There was a voice constantly telling him that he could not trade, absolutely not trade, as it was far more terrifying than death.

He was really scared, so he was always hesitating.

But things seem to have reached a point where there is no turning back. If I don't make the deal, am I just going to watch her die?

It's just 1/4 of your life, not all of it. At worst, you can just refuse to trade in the next three times.

Lu Mingfei kept comforting himself, but just when he was about to make the decision, a folding knife came whizzing towards him.

Lu Mingze slightly turned sideways, and the folding knife almost passed by his face. The devil frowned, and when he turned around, he saw Yuan Zhinv holding a long knife.

“Stop talking bullshit.” The girl’s ferocious and stern face showed a mocking smile: “I don’t need your rescue.”

She looked at the devil's suddenly cold face and said word by word: "Lu Mingfei, listen to me carefully. If you dare to make a deal with him, from now on, you will be my enemy."

After these words were spoken, Lu Mingze's always arrogant and confident attitude finally changed. He raised his head coldly, but Yuan Zhinv looked back at him without fear, her eyes full of sarcasm.

"Your tricks are nothing more than that."

Chapter 224 Girl, you are well raised

Gen Chinu didn't know how long she could hold on, nor did she know how many people she had killed.

Fatigue like a tide is surging, the long sword in my hand is getting heavier, my ears are filled with wailing and screaming, and under my feet are piles of corpses.

But even so, when she threw the folding knife, she did so without hesitation, even though she knew that the devil's mercy could easily solve the current dilemma, and even though she had wanted to use the devil to break the impasse from the beginning.

But when she looked at the devil's face that looked so high and mighty as if God was showing mercy to the world, she just felt disgusted.

She didn't know what Norton meant by that, and she was too lazy to think about it, but she just didn't like the devil now, so the devil couldn't be happy either.

Want to trade? Or use her as a bargaining chip to persuade Lu Mingfei? Dream on!

What is she afraid of? At worst, we will all die together. No matter what devil, monarch, conspiracy, or trickery, if she gets angry, we will all explode together!

She didn't lose out at all to be able to drag so many people to be buried with her!

Fatigue was invading her will, but she still held the knife tightly. A pale face was revealed behind the gradually fading scales, and there was undisguised mockery in her bright golden eyes.

She looked at Lu Mingze, whose face suddenly turned cold, and her smile became even brighter: "Who do you think you are, a god holding a script? I won't let you get what you want!"

“Lu Mingfei!” She turned her gaze to the boy next to her whose face had turned completely pale. “Listen to me, from now on, no matter what happens, if you dare to trade with him, you will be my enemy.”

"If I die and you're still alive, then you'll collect my body. I don't need you to save me." The girl's voice was as cold as ice, and she spoke each word with emphasis:

"But as long as I'm alive, it's not your turn to fight!"

Lu Mingfei stared at her blankly, unable to utter a word.

A fierce gust of wind blew from behind her. Yuan Zhinu turned around fiercely and swung her knife fiercely. Bright red blood splashed onto her pale scales. The head rolled down and was kicked to pieces by the violent girl. At the same time, she roared:

"Let those damned demons go to hell! Lu Mingfei, do you fucking understand?"

"I understand." Lu Mingfei said softly.

He felt his nose sore and his eyes hot. What a bloody scene of fighting was in front of him. Every time the girl who had transformed into a monster swung her knife, blood flowed like a river. It seemed that looking at it for one more moment would turn into a horrible nightmare.

But even so, Lu Mingfei did not dare to blink, for he was afraid that if he looked away, the monster would fall in a pool of blood.

"Senior sister, do you have to be so cool? Being so cool will kill you." He murmured.

At some point, the devil sitting on the rock disappeared, like a streak of ink washed away by water, leaving only the cold and mocking laughter in the air.

This was a scene that no one had expected. The script was out of control. All the players looked at the chess piece that jumped out of the chessboard. She was burning! She wanted to tear up all the scripts!

Even the devil would be caught off guard by such changes. No one can control a desperate madman, because no one knows what the madman wants to do. The reason why a madman is a madman is because she is uncontrollable.

Gen Chinu didn't know what she wanted to do, but she knew that she didn't want to see those people get what they wanted.

Things have come to this point, so let's fight, fight to the last moment. The worst that can happen is death, and she will take everyone with her before she dies anyway.

Putting aside the chaotic thoughts, Yuan Zhinv became even calmer. All that was left in her eyes was the knife in her hand and all the people who attacked her.

More and more hybrids gathered, and Genjitsu's chopping became faster and faster. In the end, she had lost all her routine and just kept issuing orders to die, die, and die. She did these things calmly as if she was playing a fighting game, except that this game was too bloody.

Jörmungandr stimulated a huge alchemical field, and the molten metal fragments condensed into a huge death scythe in front of her, with radiating iron crystals on the surface.

The giant sickle roared as it harvested lives. In front of it, the hybrids were as small as ants. She and Genjitsu were only two people, but they could easily kill thousands of hybrids.

Fenrir's huge body was suspended in the air, and the dragon's roar was solemn and ancient. He was creating a brand new Nibelung, and behind him was an iron wall formed by the Source Maiden and Jörmungandr.

In their domain, those hybrids couldn't even release their spiritual words, because everything in the domain was suppressed. Although Yuan Zhinv's physical strength was gradually failing, she was still holding on. At this rate, they could completely turn the tide.

There was a sound of applause coming from somewhere, followed by a man's sigh with a hint of appreciation.

"Since you want to break the script so much, then do as you wish." The boy's voice echoed in the empty dome, and then two people stood out from the many hybrids.

There were two girls, they were wrapped in black combat uniforms. One of them had an impressive figure. The tight combat uniform refined her curves. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head. The slender eyes on her bright face were like a scarlet blade.

The other one was only about 1.6 meters tall, with his head and face covered. His figure was well-proportioned, but he stood with his hands hanging down close to his legs and his head slightly lowered, like a good student who only studied hard. He was not interesting at all.

Jiude Mai, a girl with nothing.

Behind the girls stood a blurry shadow with an unclear face. The shadow slightly extended his hand and spoke in a low voice full of inviolable majesty.

"I give you blood, and use it to refine your soul. You will never reach the place you cannot reach, but wherever you reach, you will shine with glory! I give you a sword, and anyone who goes against you will be killed!"