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Chapter 97 God Can’t Be Our “Lord” Yet (asking for monthly votes)
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The crisp sound of bones dislocating could be heard from the scorched earth. The carbonized outer shells of the remains that had already turned into corpses peeled off piece by piece, revealing brand new bones inside that were wrapped in blue and white electric light.

They were reassembled and spliced in a way that went against biology, and turned into deformed and broken skeletons in front of everyone.

"What happened? Weren't those dragonblood subspecies killed?"

Looking at the strange scene in front of her, Wan Susu's expression changed slightly.

"The reason why Nibelungen is called the 'Land of the Dead' and why it has become the lifelong pursuit of alchemists is because everything here is 'dead'."

Ye Sheng, standing by, said in a low voice, "According to the alchemists, there is no day or night in the Nibelungen, and the sky is filled with a half-dark, half-bright light."

"The ground and mountains were copper-colored, made of dead earth and metal. The sky was gray, made of dead air. The fire was a cold blue, made of the dead element of fire. The water could not float anything, for water, too, was dead."

"Those corpses are the bones of dead lives. The fifth element, 'spirit,' is concentrated within them, and can be refined into the legendary 'Philosopher's Stone.' Therefore, even a speck of dust from the Nibelungen is a treasure to them."

If alchemy is summarized in one sentence, it is to "kill" matter and then "regenerate" it. In the process of rebirth, impurities are removed and the matter acquires new properties.

Only dead matter is the best material for alchemists, but killing matter is not as simple as killing people. In order to kill metals, generations of alchemists have been constantly pursuing higher flame temperatures and magical formulas.

However, dead matter is everywhere in the Nibelungen.

As the opera "The Ring of the Nibelung" says, the dwarf stole the gold of the Nibelung and cast a ring with the magical power to rule the world, which is why the Nibelung is called the Nibelung.

"So, the corpses of those dragon-blood subspecies are now treasures?" Wan Susu frowned thoughtfully.

Looking at the "master" who appeared in the distance, Qi Xiuyuan's eyes flashed with three golden magatama, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Can the Word Spirit Vacuum Snake reach this level?"

"It's completely different from ordinary hybrids, deadpools, and dragonblood subspecies."

Qi Xiuyuan's expression remained calm, but his fingers were trembling slightly, as if he wanted to feel it himself.

This extremely strong electromagnetic force is not offensive, but rather plays an auxiliary role similar to perception and shielding, feeding back all information to the person who releases the word spirit.

The geomagnetic field is just an additional effect, but even if it is only an effect nearby, it is enough to make those with lowly bloodlines bow their heads and retreat.

Qi Xiuyuan, who exuded an extremely strong aura, naturally could not hide from the eyes of that pure-blooded dragon.

"Roar……"

A low, thunderous breathing sound came from the dark clouds, and at the same time, a pair of dazzling golden eyes lit up.

Buzz! !
A heavy feeling of oppression descended like the weight of a dark cloud.

All hybrids heard the wailing deep in their blood, their dragon bloodline seething and raging in their veins. It was the despair and fear etched deep in their genes from ancient times to the present when those at the bottom of the food chain faced the predators at the top.

"This feeling……"

The pupils of Ye Sheng and others suddenly shrank, and their hearts beat violently.

Dragon power.

This is the true dragon power.

The last time they felt the power of a dragon was the black dragon in the tower.

but……

"Not as good as that dragon prince." Zhang Zhen lowered his eyebrows and said, "'Just' a third-generation species?"

Can win. No, I should say, can kill.

After saying that, he started walking, accompanied by Wan Hong and other members of the first team.

Their heartbeats became increasingly dull and intense, even being heard outside their bodies, and blood began to rush through their bodies.

Dense black iron scales appeared at the corners of their eyes. Those scales gradually became thicker and expanded into sword-shield shapes, and the golden light in their golden pupils became increasingly hot and violent.

——The secret art of bloodline refining.

"The road to becoming a god, unworthy thief!" A hoarse voice as cold as rain came from the dark clouds in the distance, "Do you wish to die?"

His tone was calm and steady like a mirror, but when it reached his ears, it was more shocking than thunder.

But facing the dragon's might as violent as a storm, Qi Xiuyuan's expression did not change at all, and he was as hard as the jagged teeth of a black cliff.

The might of a dragon, like a torrential wave, shattered him to pieces. Thousands of years of dignity and pride turned into fish hitting the reefs in front of him, baring its fangs and claws at him, only to end up with a bloody head due to overestimating its own strength.

"You are like a pig or a dog barking at the sun."

Qi Xiuyuan even smiled when he heard Lu Wu's words, and directly retorted: "Haven't you heard that 'the strong and violent will not die a good death'?"

Finkel scratched his messy hair and looked at Yuan Zhisheng beside him with a confused look on his face.

"Lu Wu said Zhang Zhen and his group were 'shameful thieves' and were 'seeking death.'"

Yuan Zhisheng sighed and translated, "Qi Xiuyuan said that guy was 'like a pig or dog barking at the sun,' and asked him, 'Haven't you heard of the story of the tyrannical who die a miserable death?'"

"Hiss." Finger took a breath, then couldn't help laughing, "He's really elegant and easy-going."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

At the same time, the huge black shadow walked out from the dark cloud.

The mask is covered with weathered and eroded blue-gray copper rust, with a flowing golden glow visible through the gaps.

The shoulders and neck are covered with blue-gray dragon scales, and the edges of each scale have a cold mica sheen, like the cirrus cloud patterns on Western Zhou bronzes.

Nine long tails made of translucent aerogel stirred the thunderclouds, and the claws of its four clawed limbs were covered with Kunlun's moraine debris.

Boom! !
The white light of the lightning illuminated from behind Lu Wu, splitting Qi Xiuyuan's shadow into several parts and imprinting them on the ground. Behind him, several figures also walked silently.

The people behind him all followed him, spreading out behind him like black wings.

Chu Zihang, Xia Mi, Wan Susu, Zhou Hao, Zhang Zhen, Wan Hong, as well as the First Squad and other A-level hybrids' internal guards...

They either swung out the weapons at their waists, with the blades rubbing against the air and making a soft hum similar to the roar of a dragon, or raised their guns and loaded the alchemical bullets, the magazines of which were filled with deadly mercury core armor-piercing bullets.

Raindrops flowed down their faces, which were harder than steel, and those burning golden eyes were like fireflies that never went out in the rain.

"Believers will kneel down and pray for the oracle and the gospel."

Qi Xiuyuan took a step forward, standing in front of Lu Wu with a smile on his face, and also in front of the black crowd, and said with a smile: "Those who don't believe in fate will only sharpen their knives and eat flesh and wine."

god?
God cannot yet be our “Lord.”

(End of this chapter)