People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

The scattered weapons and armor were burned, the tombstones were charred black, and even the strong wind was scorched, and the heat emitted distorted the air.

In an instant, a heat wave surged in all directions.

However, Reinhardt remained indifferent to the oncoming dragon flames. He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, allowing the flames to completely devour his body.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

Seeing the flames spewing out from the dragon's head completely engulf Reinhardt's figure, Greg was suddenly overjoyed and laughed loudly.

It looked as if revenge had been taken and shame had been washed away.

"Why, do you take pleasure in hitting me with such a foolish trick?"

Greg stopped laughing when he heard the noise coming from the flames, just like a rooster that was halfway through crowing when fate suddenly grabbed its neck.

I almost couldn't catch my breath.

The dragon head on his arm also stopped, and as the flames dissipated, Reinhardt's figure gradually appeared.

There were no traces of burns on his body, let alone any scorch marks. His muscles, as tangled as molten iron, glowed faintly in the moonlight, and his proud posture remained unchanged.

The lion tattoo on the back emitted a red glow and slowly moved with the muscles, as if coming alive.

"Why, why are you, such a despicable person, still alive!!!"

The shrimp head lying on the shoulder suddenly spit out several high-pressure water jets, which sprayed towards Reinhardt's chest.

However, the water column that could penetrate and cut even armor had no effect at all when it sprayed on Reinhardt's body, and it shattered into pieces.

Unconvinced, Greg shot a few more times, but still to no avail.

The splashing water droplets hit the red ground with a hissing sound, and part of the bluestone slabs suddenly exploded, just like Greg's heart.

The rising steam quietly dissipated and spread, and was finally carried away and blown away by the breeze.

"...This, this is impossible!" Greg swung his axe fiercely and roared, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Greg was clearly panicking.

The calmness on his face was gone, replaced by disbelief, and fear was revealed in the depths of his golden eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by Reinhardt.

How similar history is.

Once, Malenia came with Reinhardt, and Reinhardt faced him alone, while Malenia sat on the steps, watching his mocking behavior with a joking look.

Now, although Malenia didn't come, that position was replaced by a barbarian female fader, who was also looking at him mockingly.

Nothing has changed.

why is that? !

He had worked so hard to become stronger, and even obtained the limbs of the Shrimp Firewood King and the flying dragon, so why did he fail again!

And it was in the hands of the same person.

what is this? !

"Nothing is impossible, Greg."

Reinhardt spoke lightly, and took another step towards the huge Greg. At the same time, his body began to change, and his muscles became more and more swollen.

"Greck, you are so arrogant."

"Your arrogance has limited your vision. What you think is impossible is actually very common in the borderland."

"You are too arrogant, conceited, and look down on others. You never take anyone seriously."

"Your father, Godwin, taught you this all the time when he was alive, but you never listened..."

"So, the current outcome is your own fault. You can't blame anyone else."

As he got closer and closer, Greg retreated step by step.

What are the fireworks of a mere flying dragon?

Even the ancient dragon's fireworks could not hurt him. How could a mere firefly dare to compete with the scorching sun!

However, when Reinhardt mentioned Godwin, Greg finally stopped.

"What? Is there no way to retreat?" Reinhardt asked with a smile.

“You are not qualified…”

"Ok?"

"You have no right to judge my father Godwin... I am the Golden King!!!"

An old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded. As Greg roared, he raised the Golden King Axe in his hand like a madman and chopped it towards Reinhardt's neck.

However, Reinhardt showed no intention of dodging, which made Greg happy.

Got it!

"No."

when--

The sound of metal clashing echoed from Greg's axe, as if it was chopping on solid rock.

The powerful recoil force made Greg's arms and limbs numb, and his entire shoulder and half of his body were instantly paralyzed.

This is the disadvantage of limb grafting. Limb grafting means stealing someone else's limbs and grafting them onto your own body, claiming them as your own.

Of course, pain nerves and the like are still connected, so reactions like Greg's are completely normal.

Rather, the fact that he didn't collapse to the ground showed that Greg was tough enough.

At the same time, Reinhardt stopped in front of Greg, looking him straight in the eye as if to say—

"That's it?"

"Is this the extent of your anger?"

This look made Greg feel extremely insulted, more humiliating than being pinned to the ground and beaten.

"Vile fader..."

To this day, Greg still doesn't believe that Reinhardt used his own body to withstand the dragon flames and his slashing attacks. He must have used some unknown tricks.

He just didn't believe that this despicable person could block it many times!

However, when Greg was about to retract his axe and try again, he suddenly found that his king axe was fixed.

Reinhardt caught it in his hand, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it back.

"Why don't you understand? There's such a huge disparity in power between us, why are you still so stubborn, Greg?"

Reinhardt's voice was full of helplessness, and there was a hint of pity in his eyes.

It's a pity that Godwin gave birth to such a child. Not to mention inheriting one tenth, even one percent of his charm was not inherited by Greg.

What Greg did was completely to tarnish everything about Godwin.

Forget it, I'm tired, let's destroy it.

With a whoosh, invisible flames suddenly ignited from Reinhardt's body, draping over him like a huge banner.

The fiery energy flowed slightly through the crevices and surface of his muscles.

It was as if the flames came alive.

The flaming tongue gently licked Greg's body, but each lick left a burn mark, causing Greg to wail in pain.

"...Let me go...! Let go of my weapon!!!"

Seeing that the royal axe, which he was proud of and symbolized the power of the Golden Clan, was gradually melting, Greg didn't care about anything else and quickly raised the dragon head to smash it towards Reinhardt.

But at this moment, with a ding, the front end of the King Axe broke off, and Reinhardt grasped the head of the double-sided axe and swung it fiercely at the attacking dragon head.

click-

"what--"

Endless wails echoed throughout the entire city of Stonewell in an instant.

"No!!! My right hand, my dragon head!"

Holding his broken arm, Greg knelt on the ground in agony. Blood was pouring out of his missing right arm, forming a stream on the ground.

For a moment, emotions such as pain, resentment, anger, and fear mixed together and surged into my heart.

He wished he could tear Reinhardt's bones apart, eat his flesh, drink his blood, and even cut off his head to use as a stepping stone!

"It seems you still don't understand..."

Reinhardt's eyes, filled with coldness and a flickering fire, stared coldly at the demigod, whose style was completely different from before.

Under the horrified gaze, he slowly bent down, stepped on Greg's body to make him unable to move, and slowly reached out to grasp one of the grafted limbs.

With a hiss! Blood splattered everywhere, and he forcibly ripped the graft off and threw it aside.

Without the covering of his arms, his skin, as old and pale as tree bark, was suddenly exposed. Greg's muscles had completely atrophied, as if they had been squeezed out.

This is also normal.

Greg himself is very weak and does not have enough strength to support such a large number of extra limbs. Even if he has the fragments of the magic ring, he doesn't know how to use it to exert its power.

Therefore, you can only endlessly exploit your body.

Just like Uzumaki Nagato in Naruto, he was directly squeezed dry by the Golem Juice Princess.

This is also why he looks so pale, even older than Graveley's grandmother, and looks like an old man who is about to die.

By doing this, he was also saving Greg.

Otherwise, this guy will die soon.

However, Greg didn't understand at all. As he let out a hoarse howl of pain, the anger in his eyes grew stronger.

In the end, this anger finally burned through his sanity.

Hundreds of limbs opened at once, and countless pairs of palms attacked Reinhardt.

It looked just like the scene when those water ghosts in the Nether River were trying to drag down innocent people. It was so creepy.

Even Reinhardt couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling and psychologically uncomfortable.

"You despicable person... I, I will tear you to pieces!!!"

Enduring the severe pain and letting the flames spread over his body, Greg used his limb grafts to completely bind Reinhardt's body in his arms, attempting to tear his limbs apart.

Seeing this, even Nepheli, who was resting, could not sit still and immediately picked up the hatchet to prepare for support.

But what happened next completely shocked her to the spot.

This scene can be said to be unforgettable.

“It’s so ugly…”

Reinhardt, who was held in his arms, looked at the bright night sky and sighed slightly.

"It seems that you have already decided your own fate."

Greg didn't understand what Reinhardt was muttering, nor did he care.

Blinded by rage, he now only wanted to tear Reinhardt to pieces and use his head as a stepping stone!

"I'm sorry, Brother Godwin."

Suddenly, a huge amount of magic power spread out from Reinhardt's body. Greg, who was closest to him, felt this powerful force, and immediately those grafted limbs were crushed to the ground and could not move.

The two shrimp heads behind him were crushed into pieces by this force with a snap!

The shrimp roe was all over the floor.

The huge amount of magic power that escaped was constantly gathering, like a red silk thread slowly flowing, floating in the air, and gradually rising.

Like lightning, it surrounded Reinhardt and Greg like blood vessels, slowly drawing a beautiful emblem of light.

“Such a beautiful sight....”

Nepheli was fascinated by the scene, but the beautiful light and bright silk threads were full of danger, which made her feel a little cold in her heart. She didn't even notice that the axe in her hand fell to the ground.

This fear is the most primitive fear, but the beautiful emblem that is completely different from the border area is so fascinating.