Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 413 Nibelungen Sweet Duo
The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the capital city in a warm golden hue. Xia Mi fiddled with the camera she had borrowed from Finger, the lens following Chu Zihang walking ahead.

He was still dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, with an upright posture and steady steps, carrying a guitar case containing the divine sword Murasame, standing out from the leisurely tourists around him.

"Chu, look over here!" Xia Mi suddenly called out to him.

Chu Zihang stopped upon hearing the sound and turned his head.

At that very moment, the shutter clicked crisply.

In the video, he stands in the center of the square, with the majestic city wall and the sunset behind him. His handsome face remains expressionless, but his dark pupils seem to shine in the sunset, losing some of his usual coldness.

"Perfect!" Xia Mi looked at the photo on the screen and puffed out her chest with a smug look.

"This photo of me could totally be used as the cover of the Kassel admissions brochure!"

Chu Zihang leaned over and glanced at the photo, but didn't say anything, and just continued walking forward.

In the afternoon, they went back to the old neighborhood where Xia Mi lived. Under the complicated gaze of the old lady next door, the two packed their luggage and sealed everything else away, not knowing when they would return.

After that, Xia Mi took him to this most famous square, wandering around like a young couple strolling along the street, simply because she was in a good mood.

But Chu Zihang knew that Xia Mi must have her own plans.

He had overheard Lu Mingfei and Xia Mi's loud conspiracy that morning, but the proud Miss Xia Mi clearly did not intend to follow Lu Mingfei's method; she had her own script.

Although he didn't know if she would choose to end this game of guessing, Chu Zihang knew that he only needed to cooperate, just as he had always done in his memory.

Xia Mi was like a tireless bird, pulling him through the bustling crowds, stopping at every interesting spot, making him pose as her model, or having him take pictures of her with a camera.

Some female college students passing by glanced at them, and she even forcibly pulled them in, shoved her camera into their hands, and then jumped up to Chu Zihang's side, making a peace sign and showing off their affection without caring about anyone else.

Time slipped away quietly amidst her laughter and the clicks of her camera shutter. By the time the two emerged from the last attraction, night had already fallen and the city lights were just coming on.

But it wasn't too late yet, so Xia Mi dragged him to Nanluoguxiang to eat and drink, and they stayed out until very late.

Having eaten and drunk her fill, Xia Mi patted her stomach, which felt so full that no amount of nutrition could reach the place she longed to go, and took out her phone to check it.

"Oh no! I think I missed the last subway!"

Xia Mi glanced at the time on her phone and exclaimed in surprise, her expression exaggerated and affected. But because she was beautiful, Chu Zihang pretended not to notice her act.

Xia Mi tugged at Chu Zihang's sleeve, her tone carrying just the right amount of annoyance and a hint of curiosity: "Classmate Chu, I remember that urban legend that Fingel mentioned during the day, the one about the empty subway trains carrying the dead."

"There's no time like the present. Shall we go check out the nearby subway station? Maybe it's true?"

Chu Zihang: (。_。)
Xia Mi: ≥≤

I've seen empty subway trains several times before, and you even turned it into a special train for memories. Is it really necessary to bring this up again now?
but……

Looking at Xia Mi, who was clutching his sleeve with one hand and hiding her other fist behind her back, acting cute and charming, Chu Zihang felt that if he dared to shake his head, the girl would give him a liver-splitting punch in the next second.

So he nodded silently.

The nearest subway station was just a few minutes away, and we arrived quickly. The subway had already stopped running, the lights were dim, and a breeze carrying disinfectant blew through the downhill passage.

The Word of Power: Dark Illumination completely concealed their figures, leaving only the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty subway station.

It's just that the cleaner is a little hard of hearing, otherwise she would definitely have been scared out of her wits tonight.

The platform was on the second basement level, where the lighting was even dimmer, the air was cold, and there was no one around except for a few abandoned advertising flyers rustling in the occasional breeze.

Xia Mi is an excellent actress, but she knows the situation. In public, she sticks to her persona, but in front of Chu Zihang, as long as she doesn't directly transform into a dragon, she can do whatever she wants. Anyway, Chu Zihang will indulge her and pretend not to know anything.

Therefore, she could continue her photography work with peace of mind, letting Chu Zihang hold Cunyu and stand against the wall, taking pictures of his expressionless waiting.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, half of Chu Zihang's body was hidden in the corner's shadow. The dim light shone down from above, illuminating his handsome face that made Mi drool, giving him a truly appetizing feeling.

Unable to contain herself, she placed the camera on top of a nearby trash can, set the timer, and then quickly ran back to Chu Zihang's side, snuggling close to him, grabbing his arm with one hand, and making a victory sign at the camera again.

Feeling the soft touch of his arm, though subtle, still stirred Chu Zihang's heart. The frosty look on his face faded considerably, and a hint of unease appeared in his eyes.

Xia Mi noticed the sudden tension in the person beside her and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Sure enough, the reason I failed to seduce him before was because I hadn't fully matured, which is why this clueless guy ignored me.

Now that it has reached a certain scale, a little trick was enough to completely captivate him.

Just as they were feeling smug, the props team that had been set up in advance began to unleash their power.

The instant the camera finished its continuous shooting, without warning, a bluish-gray mist silently spread from the depths of the tunnel, quickly engulfing both ends of the platform.

The light was distorted and obscured, and visibility dropped sharply.

The bluish-gray smoke resembled a Siberian cold front, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet and the air to become thick and humid, carrying a faint smell that was like metal rust mixed with decay.

"Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek! A monster is spawning?!"

Xia Mi feigned surprise at the opportune moment. She released Chu Zihang's arm, jogged over, picked up her camera, and aimed it at the tunnel where the fog continued to swirl.

A series of faint, teeth-grinding scraping sounds came from deep within the tunnel, like something scratching the rails with fingernails.

Xia Mi skillfully switched to video mode and, like a presenter filming an adventure program, lowered her voice to introduce the content to the camera:

"Dear viewers, this is Xia Mi, a special envoy from the preparatory class of Kassel College. We are currently at Nanluoguxiang subway station in Beijing, investigating the connection between the strange tale of the last subway train and the dragon Fenrir. Suddenly, an unidentified fog and strange noises have appeared here, and we suspect..."

As she spoke, she quickly moved to Chu Zihang's side, hiding behind him, looking just like a novice who was bold but not very capable, but knew how to latch onto someone powerful.

After babbling on and on, Xia Mi suddenly stopped, looked up at Chu Zihang, and asked, "Senior brother, for safety's sake, should we... call Senior Brother Lu Mingfei?"

When you're at work, you should refer to your job title.

As she spoke, she actually took out her phone and began to fiddle with it seriously, just enough to expose the top navigation bar of the phone to the camera, then her face showed just the right amount of panic:
"Oh no, senior! There's no signal! Not even a single bar!" Chu Zihang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar entrance to Nibelungen, and then at Xia Mi, who was trying her best to act like a newbie. His guess was finally confirmed.

Compared to the Wangfujing subway station that Xia Mi invited him to last time, which was no different from reality, the platform in front of him, shrouded in eerie fog and filled with an ominous atmosphere, was clearly more in line with the title of Nibelungen as the "Land of the Dead," and was the standard configuration of a horror movie.

He knew this was Xia Mi's doing, to make the upcoming script... the dragon-slaying journey seem more realistic and believable.

He played along with Xia Mi's performance, explaining in a calm and even tone: "Nibelungen, a spatial fragment independent of the real world, usually does not have signals from the real world."

The fog grew thicker and thicker, and looking ahead, the end of the tunnel was nowhere in sight.

Looking back, the entrance they had come from was also hidden in the gray-blue hue. They seemed to be imprisoned in a deadly corner, isolated from the rest of the world.

The tunnel rumbled as a subway train slowly pulled into the platform like a ghost. It was exactly the kind of old-fashioned train described in ghost stories: a red and white boxy locomotive, pitch black inside, with no passengers in sight, not even a driver.

It came to a quiet stop, and the car door opened slowly with a soft "plop," revealing a bottomless darkness inside, like a giant mouth waiting to devour its prey.

"The ghost story is real! Senior Brother Fingel wasn't lying to us!" Xia Mi exclaimed, her camera fixed on the empty train, her voice tinged with barely suppressed excitement and the reckless, fearless urge to risk everything.

"Senior brother, shall we go up?"

Chu Zihang's lips twitched slightly, but he still shook his head, his sharp gaze sweeping across the darkness inside the carriage, maintaining his persona: "Wait."

About ten minutes later, in a suffocating silence, the train doors closed again, and the train swayed slightly, seemingly preparing to start.

"You stay here," Chu Zihang said to Xia Mi, gripping the Village Rain tightly in his hand.

"No!" Xia Mi immediately grabbed his arm, shaking her head like a rattle-drum, her acting incredibly natural:

"In horror movies, those who split up die the fastest! I want to go with you!"

Her reasoning was impeccable.

Chu Zihang glanced at her and said nothing more.

The moment the train began to accelerate into the gray-blue fog, he wrapped his arm around Xia Mi's waist, pressing her soft body against his chest. At the same time, he pushed off with his feet, leaping onto the last carriage like a cheetah in a pounce.

Xia Mi buried her head on Chu Zihang's shoulder, feeling the strong youthful energy, and her face inexplicably turned a little red.

Damn it, wine and women have ruined my speech.

She suppressed the ripples in her heart and used her camera to record everything.

The train quickly accelerated and entered the dark tunnel, with Chu Zihang also tumbling into the carriage.

The interior of the carriage was even more dilapidated than it appeared from the outside. The seats were covered in a thick layer of dust, the handrails hung limply, and the air was thick with the smell of rust and decay.

I don't know where Xia Mi got this junk from.

"Senior brother, we..." Xia Mi, not forgetting her rookie persona, lowered her voice and revealed their presence.

Chu Zihang raised his hand to stop her from saying anything more, and with his left thumb he gently pushed the hilt of the sword, the Divine Sword Murasame, which gleamed with a cold light.

"Kaka——"

A chilling sound came from the darkness. Xia Mi raised the camera and manually added a trembling effect.

Startled by her voice, or perhaps sensing the presence of a stranger, one distorted figure after another began to emerge from the shadows of the carriage.

They were draped in black robes, with humanoid outlines, limbs so long they were almost disproportionate, and skin that was a deathly grayish-white, with bronze scales that blended almost entirely into the darkness.

In the darkness, pairs of crimson-gold eyes ignited, staring intently at the living who had intruded into the land of the dead.

Those golden pupils held no reason, only pure hunger and a bloodlust.

Deadpool!

"Hehe—Roar!!!"

They spotted the intruders and, like sharks smelling blood, pounced silently and swiftly!

Chu Zihang pushed Xia Mi into the open space behind him, and Murasame was instantly drawn! The cold light of the blade drew a deadly arc in the darkness!

He did not use the Sovereign Flame. In this confined space, the shockwave and high temperature of the explosion would first injure Xia Mi behind him.

He unleashed a bloody storm in the narrow carriage aisle solely through his astonishing speed, strength, and unparalleled knife skills.

The blade sliced ​​through Deadpool's body with a sickening thud, and dark red blood splattered onto the car windows and walls.

Chu Zihang's movements were concise, efficient, and ruthless. Every step he took and every swing of his knife precisely took the "life" of one or more Deadpools.

He sensed something was wrong. The Deadpools he had struck in vital areas felt the same as those Deadpools in Odin, Nibelungen, who would dissipate like ink after being killed. However, these Deadpools that fell to the ground did not turn into ink, but instead spread across the ground like sculpted fragments and dust.

Meanwhile, the Deadpools with physical forms, while seemingly participating in the siege, actually remained completely still, protecting their lifeless companions in front of them, essentially acting as powerful onlookers.

But only he, the one who experienced it firsthand, and the instigator behind it all know the truth.

In Xia Mi's lens, Chu Zihang is like a bolt of lightning that rips through the night sky, carving a bloody path through the swarming monsters!
Xia Mi was firmly protected behind him. The camera shook violently, sometimes focusing on Chu Zihang's sharp back, sometimes sweeping across the hideous Deadpool who pounced in front of him and was instantly cleaved away by a cold blade, and sometimes focusing on the car roof or the ground. The scene was dizzying, perfectly simulating a rookie trying to remain calm in the face of danger but the environment did not allow it.

Just when she felt that the groundwork had been laid enough, and that the endless stream of Deadpools from behind was about to engulf the carriage, she had to step in to help Chu Zihang relieve some of the pressure, lest the others really see her as a burden later, she suddenly turned her head to look.

The two encountered Deadpool at the first subway station they passed after setting off, and now they are passing through the exit they used to use most often, namely Wangfujing Station.

She clearly sensed that someone had opened the gates of the Nibelungen and barged into her meticulously arranged film set of young heroes slaying dragons.

Moreover, the intruder was not Lu Mingfei.

That is, Bloodborne: Key of Solomon?

(End of this chapter)