A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 233 Storm of Light, Humanoid Hundred-Ton King
In order to restrain Nuwa and others and prevent these powerful figures from running rampant, the major forces also brought out their trump cards for slaying dragons on this trip.

For example, the middle-aged man leading the Pharaoh's group brandished a golden scythe-shaped sword that had been passed down for generations. This weapon, which resembled a crescent-shaped scimitar, was the signature weapon of Pharaoh Ahmes I.

This sword contains a living spirit and can use the Word of Power: Radiant Blade. A thin layer of light blade, as hot as the blazing sun, condenses on the edge of the golden scythe-shaped sword.

Pharaoh Ahmes I used the blade of this sword to personally slay a second-generation species.

On the other side, the Tamoan family of South America was not to be outdone. One of the old priests leading the group also ordered his men to bring out an Aztec hell flag.

With magical incantations and the splashing of blood, a monster with a dragon's head and a lizard's body emerged from inside the flag.

The lizard has six legs, is twelve meters long and more than four meters tall. It is hard to imagine how a flag could possibly contain such a dragon.

The lizard walked towards them head-on, and the entire road trembled as its six legs moved. The Tamoan family respectfully called it Hotchtonatl!
This is the Tamoan family's trump card: the imprisoned and enslaved dragons, whose combat power is comparable to that of a third-generation species!

Seeing this, the six major mixed-race tribes of Africa no longer hid. The bravest warrior of the Ruben tribe took out a heavy, black bone axe, from which thunder could be faintly heard.

It was clearly made from the dragon bones of the third generation of the wind-elemental source; just holding it in your hand, you could hear the fury of wind and thunder.

Everyone pulled out their cards and began to watch the Solomon Temple and the thirteen North American societies.

It's not like everyone is pulling out all the stops and going all out while you two are just hiding in the back, is it?

The high knight leading the Solomon Temple team shook his head. They also had their own trump cards, but they simply couldn't bring them all.

Within the Temple Order, the highest title is Knight, which stems from the fact that the founder of the Solomon Temple Order left behind a secret method for taming dragon knights.

It allows dragons to be tamed by hybrids, developing feelings and understanding.

However, the requirements of the secret method are extremely strict. Over the years, the Temple Society has only successfully tamed two or three generations of dragons.

That thing is definitely our trump card, but we can't bring it with us!
It's one thing to try to bring the third generation of beings into coastal or river areas, but it's completely impossible to bring them into the capital.

Not to mention, the Temple was drawn here by the King of Earth and Mountains. Who knows if the dragon riders they brought will run away with the King of Mountains?

Therefore, the high knights of the Temple could only shake their heads and shrug, indicating their helplessness.

The thirteen North American companies are practically all-powerful; if you ask them about funding, industry, technology, or weaponry, they can rattle off a whole bunch of things in no time.

To say that the Pharaoh's Scythe Sword, the Hell Dragon Banner, and the Thunder Axe have historical significance is something the thirteen North American families simply cannot replicate. Their short history exposed their weakness in this battle.

It was still this old man, Henkel, who, despite his advanced age, carried his alchemical revolver into the battlefield. His Word of Power: Judgment could indeed be considered his trump card.

"That's it?"

Nuwa had already cleared out the miscellaneous troops and watched with full confidence as the various forces prepared their trump cards.

Clad in radiant armor, her serpentine tail coiled around her, she exuded confidence: "If this is all you have, then you might as well step aside."

As one of the oldest and most prestigious families in the region, Nuwa felt that the so-called trump cards brought out by various forces were all trivial matters.

The Zhou family's treasure trove contains at least a dozen or twenty similar items, if not dozens or hundreds.

"Don't look down on me!" Ruben, the warrior, was so excited that his face turned a terrifying red. With a big leap, he covered a distance of dozens of meters and approached Nuwa from high above.

He wasn't angered by Nuwa's attitude, but rather by the bone axe drawing out his dragon blood! If he didn't act soon, he'd be drained dry!

The warrior Ruben gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands, gathered his strength, and chopped down. The bone axe was no longer concealed and openly emitted a terrifying thunderous sound, which could even attract wisps of lightning that snaked through the clouds in broad daylight!
Lightning bolts flashed and slashed down from the sky—hundreds or thousands?
Countless electric snakes, moving at incredible speed, flew from the sky to the black axe, then fell with it, heading straight for Nuwa!
A swarm of lightning snakes surged wildly, like a group of pythons trying to devour the girl with a human body and a snake's body.

Nuwa still did not remove the Dragon-Slaying Platform; on the contrary, she deliberately dismantled her own radiant helmet.

The light from the helmet combined with the radiance from the hands, coalescing into a phantom yet heavy, sharp, and sturdy two-handed greatsword.

She arrogantly looked up to the sky, maintaining her previous assessment with undiminished madness: "That's it?!" and forcefully crushed the giant sword she had personally conjured!
The giant sword was shattered by Nuwa's grasp, turning into countless fragments of light, like the first rays of dawn. These fragments, densely packed and countless, seemed to have successfully used the power of Nuwa's grasp to form a shimmering and violent hurricane, sweeping towards the electric serpent and rising against the heavens.

"What...what is this?!"

"Impossible, impossible! This is definitely not the power of a hybrid!"

"Could it be that this is the secret of Nuwa, the goddess with a human body and a snake's body? Her bloodline, her bloodline far surpasses that of all of us!"

Even the mighty Ruben, who leaped high and controlled lightning, was terrified by the oncoming storm of light: "No, no!"

With his second exclamation, the storm of light crashed into the electric snake, but there was no explosion, no roar.

Only the purest severing, tiny lightning bolts composed of electric current, are sliced ​​and cut again by the high-speed fragments of the giant sword.

Just like the saying in Water Margin, "Cut the meat sauce carefully."

Electric snakes are inherently tiny; when repeatedly sliced ​​off, they become like meat sauce, turning into specks of lightning that immediately dissipate into the air.

The warrior Ruben was unable to continue fighting, swept away by the storm of light, which was not much different from being slowly sliced ​​to death.

His entire body was covered in wounds, almost every one of them deep enough to expose bone. The blood-soaked 'rain' landed almost at the same time as the warrior Ruben, and he was left in a terrible state.

If Nuwa hadn't deliberately held back, this strongest warrior of the tribe might have turned into minced meat.

As Nuwa unleashed her storm of light, Fingel excitedly approached the Hotchtonatl lizard.

This giant lizard, comparable in size to a modified 100-ton king, moves with its six legs in turns, seemingly slow, but actually extremely fast.

If an ordinary person were hit head-on and no bones were left behind, they might have time-traveled.

But Fingel wasn't afraid of this clumsy monster at all; in fact, he was quite pleased to have such a dragon as an opponent!

Previously, Fingel used his own Word of Power, Bronze Throne, to imitate Angers' Word of Power, Time Zero.

Each time he hit someone, he would create a cloud of blood mist, which was both intimidating and disgusting to Fingel himself.

This led them to quickly abandon this offensive tactic; it was certainly exhilarating, but it was too self-degrading.

But against such a large creature with obviously high defense, surely the Bronze Throne plus Time Zero won't smash the lizard to pieces again?
This time, maybe we can finally have a good, satisfying crash?
When the eager Fingel saw Hotchtonatl rushing towards his face, he calmly imitated the use of Time Zero.

Hotchtonatl's movements suddenly slowed down in Fingel's hands, and his raised lower limbs fell back down at a speed so slow it was almost yawning.

Fingel could even leisurely walk to the side of Hotchtonatl, creating a thirty-meter distance, then activate the Word of Power: Bronze Throne, and suddenly stomp the ground to accelerate!
Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters, almost in an instant, five meters, three meters, one meter, okay, closing time zero!
With the physical attributes enhanced by the Bronze Throne and the extreme speed brought by Time Zero, the combination of the two allows Fingel to confidently declare that he is the humanoid 100-ton king!

To outsiders, it was as if the black-haired, blue-eyed man was about to be smashed head-on by Hotchtonatl when he suddenly appeared to Hotchtonatl's left side in a flash.

And with some unknown, exaggerated kinetic energy, it actually sent the massive Hotchton Natall flying!

Those with exceptionally good eyesight could even see the bizarre process of Hodgetonatl's left side being deeply dented, his three left legs dramatically leaving the ground, and finally being thrown off course.

Hotchtonatl's enormous dragon mouth couldn't stop the foul-smelling dragon blood from flowing out. When it landed with a "boom," it not only kicked up a lot of dust but also killed several hybrids who didn't have time to react and dodge.

"Roar, roar!" Hodgetonatl barely managed to stand up, then roared to the sky, his dragon blood began to boil, and endless rage began to take over his brain.

The enormous golden pupils of this third-generation sub-dragon were stained with a vivid crimson color.

"Haha, it's really tough, really durable, let's do it again!" Fingel was extremely satisfied. Ever since he learned Time Zero, he really needed punching bags!

No sooner had he finished speaking than he appeared again in front of Hodgetonatl's head as if he had flashed by, and rammed into him with all his might!
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