Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

The huge column of light that rose from the ground and pierced the sky shattered into pieces like solid glass, accompanied by the roar of mountains and seas.

Beowulf slowly walked to where β fell and checked the body that was dead beyond death due to a bullet piercing through the skull. Dense bullets and tracer bullets that connected the muzzle like silver threads in the night covered the area where the old man was, and burst into dense sparks on the armor of the god's body.

His body was riddled with holes and seemed about to collapse at any moment. Red-gold light seeped out from the cracks in Beowulf's body, mixed with the color of blood.

He seemed to be surrounded by thunder, with fire suppression coming from the Gattuso family and the academy's executive department on all sides. Lava-like rivers of fire flowed on the glass armor of his divine body, but Beowulf suddenly froze.

β, β whose skull was shot through by the Philosopher's Stone...he is not dead yet.

A huge wound was left on his temple. The spinning bullet destroyed his entire frontal lobe and half of his brain. Through the wound, one could see the red snow on the other side of the ground.

A huge amount of black blood spilled out. Even the Dragon King should have been close to losing his life in this state. Only the second brain located in the spine was still functioning and helping them maintain the functioning of their body. But this old monster who walked out of the Qunqing Palace was still staring with his eyes wide open, which were bloodshot due to the explosion of intracranial pressure, and a loud sound came from his throat.

This kind of vitality has gone beyond the scope of human beings and is more like some kind of monster.

Beowulf shook his right wrist, and the dragon blood, as hot as molten lava, was sent to this arm by the beating heart.

The skin peeled off and the bloody flesh was exposed in the cold air. The pale scales emerged from the depths of the flesh like needles, reminiscent of some rapidly growing moss.

After piercing the body surface, those needle scales immediately opened up and turned into scallop-like scales that fluttered slightly. The next second, the scales suddenly closed with a loud clashing of metal.

Beowulf ignored the elite troops of the Gattuso family who were approaching him on the battlefield.

He stretched out his right hand, which had been completely deformed into pus-like features, and fiercely strangled β's neck.

All Mentor Flamel wanted was a certain elder in the Palace of Azure, and he didn't care whether that elder was a corpse or alive.

Through the sniper rifle's scope, Henkel saw Beowulf breaking free from the halo. He grabbed the old man, who was as emaciated as a mummy, by the neck and lifted him up, as if he was going to remove the almost shattered head from his shoulders in the next second.

But suddenly Beowulf paused.

Han Gao was also stunned.

He saw that the old man, whose fame spread across Europe in an age of blood and fire, suddenly turned his eyes to him.

There had been a golden torch burning in Beowulf's eyes, but now the torch had gone out.

He very slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest.

Only at this moment did Han Gao see that a black spike-like weapon had pierced into Beowulf's back at some point, pierced through his heart, and came out from his chest.

It was a black three-pointed bayonet with silver-white and scarlet liquids flowing on its surface. They were Beowulf's blood and the mercury that had been tempered before it pierced Beowulf's heart.

The movement of the divine body, with lead-gray clouds above its head and lava flowing out of the cracked gullies under its feet, suddenly slowed down.

The white threads growing from Beowulf's body have collapsed. They did not disappear immediately, but collapsed bit by bit like a bridge across a deep abyss.

When those scattered white threads finally completely dissipated in the air, the domain of the Word Spirit and the Divine Body also turned into a turbulent flow of elements, just like the domain of the Wind King's Eye that β had just chanted, and was blown away by the wind to the howling distance.

At the moment when the giant light and shadow that looked like it was forged from glass collapsed, a huge blood-red rose bloomed on Beowulf's chest.

He knelt down weakly, his golden eyes, weakened and dimmed by blood loss and mercury erosion, staring fixedly in Han Gao's direction.

Han Gao bit the cigar between his teeth fiercely, then he pulled the bolt again, took out a new bullet from his lapel pocket, and pressed it into the chamber with a click.

All this was accomplished by a projectile fired in the opposite direction.

The two bullets collided while moving at high speed, turning into an insignificant spark in the strong wind.

At the same time, Han Gao sensed a sudden change in air flow occurring beside him.

Han Gao let go of the gun, reached out and grabbed someone's collar from the air, and threw him far away.

Word spirit. Ghost, minimize your own presence.

Mingzhao's lower-level word spirits. More than half of the legendary assassins in ancient times possessed one of these two word spirits.

However, in today's rapidly developing science and technology, ghosts that are unable to blend their body temperature with the surrounding environment have gradually been eliminated by night vision goggles and thermal scanners. Students with this spirit even find it difficult to find suitable jobs in the executive department and have to work in the Chicago International Railway Station.

While throwing out the man who had lurked beside him silently, Han Gao slapped the fir tree beside him violently, and the snow on the tree fell down. Amid the rustling sound of the falling snow, there were actually two lurkers standing around who also used the word spirit of ghost to hide themselves.

The old man snorted coldly and actually took out two old-fashioned golden revolvers from his waist.

Alchemical Wheel Texas Dawn, during the era of western development, the reputation of Henkel and this pair of alchemical wheels spread from the West Coast to the Mississippi River!

The deafening gunshots shattered the tranquility of the forest because it was far away from the battlefield. Continuous bursts of 0.5-inch Magnum pistol bullets blew up the heads of the two guys.

This kind of bullet can knock down a hippopotamus with one shot, and the head of each bullet is engraved with a mysterious pattern unique to alchemical weapons.

The Night's Watch armed him to the teeth for this mission.

The alchemical props that can stimulate the Dustless Land are not only owned by the Gattuso family, Han Gao also has a lot of similar things.

The Dust-Free Land's domain was automatically activated. At the same time, dense steel barrages were hurled out from the depths of the forest like a lawn mower, and all the fir bushes along the way were cut off.

The surface of the spherical air wall, which was only enough to cover a two-meter radius around Han Gao, was rippling with dense ripples. The warhead, whose kinetic energy had not been reduced, was spinning and embedded in the edge of that area, like an unwilling ghost-toothed viper stuck in the muscle gap of a dragon, trying desperately to drill in.

Han Gao was horrified, and he suddenly realized that Flamel might not be the ultimate hunter in this game.

A torrent of metal surged in from the depths of the forest, pinning Han Gao down and making him unable to move.

He was not actually unable to move, but although the dust-free land could isolate him from external shocks and kinetic energy, it confined his range of movement to this small space of only three or four meters in radius.

The bullet was deflected by the Dustless Land and hit the snow-covered ground not far away, splashing snow dust and ice to the height of a person.

The roar of the engine sounded from the side, and the scarlet car lights in the gaps between the tall trees in the distant forest were like a swarm of fireflies, surrounding Henkel.

It turned out to be a group of elite soldiers riding snowmobiles and covered in white combat uniforms. They were well-trained and could navigate such complex terrain as if they were strolling in a garden. They came close in a moment.

The Dustless Land can block bullets outside the range that can harm the Word Reciter, but it cannot repel close-range attacks.

The men on the snowmobiles silently dragged the long and narrow steel swords along the ground, imitating the thrusting movement of ancient Japanese knights when they charged.

When they were only ten meters away from Han Gao, the barrage of steel bullets that had been firing non-stop in the distance suddenly stopped.

Only then did the old man finally see the postures of the guys who were sent to deal with him.

The men, whose bodies were nearly the size of brown bears, lay completely on the snowmobiles, their postures like running cheetahs. They even wore airtight masks on their faces, revealing only indifferent eyes.

"You are really looking down on me. You even used an old monster who could use Time Zero to deal with Beowulf, but you are just a bunch of little bastards to deal with me?" Han Gao spat. He did not close the Dustless Land. He had enough energy on him to use this Word Spirit, whose effect could be called a bug, as a passive skill.

Silently, some forbidden power was activated in Han Gao's body, hot blood surged in his blood vessels, and his body's capabilities were greatly enhanced in an instant.

The road to becoming a god.

The road to deification is different from the blood-burst technique.

In the dark society, it is not uncommon to find mixed-race families or institutions that have been passed down for thousands of years, and the voice of North American mixed-races is no less than that of the secret party.

Even the Lionheart Society was able to discover the technique of blood-blasting from lost ancient books. In that era of rapid western development, it was not difficult for Han Gao to obtain some barbaric skills from the Indian tribes left on this land.

After embarking on the path to becoming a god, the old guy seemed to have regained his youth. His muscles were full and his face was rosy, and his golden eyes were burning with flames that almost overflowed from his pupils.

The characteristics of dragonization also appeared on Han Gao's body, with scales and sharp claws tearing through the inner layer of the winter clothes and revealing themselves hideously in the air.

His wrists ejected bone-white straight blades like Wolverine in the movie, and he rushed sideways like a ghost, with the straight blade piercing the throat of the leading knight.

Han Gao immediately snatched the long steel knife in his hand. He kicked the snowmobile in front of him away with the long knife and launched a counterattack against the enemy.

A knight was cut in half by a long sword, and his internal organs and blood spurted out to a height of half a meter.

Henkel found his fulcrum by taking advantage of a snowmobile that flew past from the side and below, and continued to rush out at a high speed like a whirlwind. He jumped onto the fuel tank of another snowmobile like a monkey, and fired the Texas Dawn at the chest of another rider. Sticky plasma and large clusters of sparks gushed out from the opening.

Han Gao tore off the mask of the knight whose chest was shattered, revealing the facial features that were unique to the Alpine European race and different from those of other races.

He originally thought that these knights were elite troops mobilized by the Gattuso family from the army of this country, but now it seems that they might actually be Gattuso's own soldiers who came directly from Italy.

More knights rushed towards the half-dragon old man from all directions. The dust-free air wall floating on the surface of his body blocked the stray bullets shot from all directions. When the steel knives cut into the area of ​​the air wall, it was like a sharp blade cutting into running water. The obvious lag made all the knights who achieved this step stunned.

But they quickly leaned over again because Henkel was turning the muzzle of the Texas Dawn. The two revolvers had proven that they were even more powerful than shotguns. No one could withstand the frontal fire of this weapon of war, no matter whether you were wearing a bulletproof vest or any company's most advanced bulletproof vest.

Only a place like the Dustless Land can allow people to survive Henkel's gun.

Texas fired continuously at dawn, and the mercury-core bullets left the chamber wrapped in flames and storms. In just a moment, only corpses were left around Han Gao.

He held the pistol, bit the bullet in his mouth, and stuffed the small metal objects into the revolver one by one.

After doing all this, he fired six shots in a row into the darkness, and the sound of the barrel warming up stopped.

Almost subconsciously, a surge of murderous intent appeared behind Han Gao, and he crossed the alchemical wheels to block in front of his chest.

Then the black bayonet that had just pierced Beowulf's heart stabbed fiercely into the crossed spears of Texas Dawn.

"It's you!" Han Gao's voice was hoarse.

What appeared in front of him was a cold but equally haggard face.

He was so old, but the greed of a beast seeped out from his eyes. He was another elder in the Blue Palace, and a former leader who once competed with Menek Cassel at the same time.

His former name is no longer known, but his current code name in the Palace of Blue is Theta, which means Theta.

Menech had fought this man when he was studying at Cambridge University. That was the first time Menech had witnessed the power of Time Zero.

So after obtaining Ange, the entire Lionheart Society regarded him as a treasure, believing that he had mastered the legendary holy words that could put an end to pure-blooded dragons.

θ's eyelids closed and then opened again, and the blurry ice-blue eyes lit up with golden flames in the eye sockets.

Han Gao immediately discarded his unique pair of alchemical wheels and swung the straight blade on his wrist to pierce θ's heart.

But all sneak attacks were meaningless in front of the user of Time Zero. The black bayonet seemed to be swung casually to block Han Gao's straight blade that was stabbed with all his strength.

Han Gao had to concentrate fully and stimulate his physical potential to the limit just to barely keep up with the speed of the monster in front of him.

At this distance, his Word of Judgment had lost its effect, and θ could destroy the alchemical weapon with his sharp blade before the bullet rushed out of the barrel.

The situation was suddenly one-sided, but a dark shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

It was the still twitching corpse of β.

Another man who seemed to have opened time zero casually swung a short arc knife and stepped on β's face.

He looked at θ coldly.

"Your lives are shared, right? If you don't die, he won't die either. As long as there is some prop, he can be resurrected." Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

θ turned around silently.

Only then did he see that the hunting party that had been traveling with Beowulf had already exchanged fire with his men.

The number of people on both sides was not proportional, but the old people who were at a disadvantage were actually pushing the battle line towards the outside of City 023 little by little.

By now they had taken up the spot where Beowulf had fallen.

The battle is still ongoing.

But……

He did not see Caesar. (End of this chapter)