Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Chen Motong didn't like being a gambler.

But sometimes, especially when you have nothing and are at the mercy of others, gambling is the only way out.

She has been in Nibelungen for so long, and Odin has not killed her. Does that mean that Odin does not want to kill her for the time being?

Whether it's because of the cryptic information she gave about the mysterious woman, or because of her now noticeably unusual behavior, it seems no one wants her dead now.

But this is only temporary.

She knew better than anyone how many smokescreens she had laid. She did see a mysterious woman, but only once in her spiritual vision; the rest were all made up.

She did have some unusual traits, but they were definitely not the kind of unusual traits the Gattuso family wanted.

Once it's discovered that everything she did was fabricated, her fate will be tragic, and death will probably be the best outcome.

In such circumstances, it is all the more important not to sit idly by and wait for death.

The bigger the commotion she makes, the more realistic the smoke bomb will be.

Since that's the case, let's take a gamble.

She bet Odin wouldn't kill her.

The stakes were her life.

The Ferrari was pushed to its limit, the wind and rain rushed towards us, and the black mountains and forests on both sides of the road also rushed towards us, as if the whole world was rushing towards us.

The vehicle drove up a high slope, and golden flames slowly rose on both sides of the dark road. The black shadows reappeared, climbing up from under the bridge, densely packed, filling both sides of the road.

As the Ferrari passed by, they craned their necks, watching the crazy sports car rush forward, neither stopping it nor chasing it, like bystanders indifferently watching Don Quixote raise his lance and charge at the windmill.

That sacred, bright white light appeared once again at the end of the road.

What a warm light it was, both solemn and grand, like... a pilgrim walking toward a temple!

They finally saw the figure standing in the light. The eight-legged horse was still pawing the ground. The person on the horse was wrapped in a shroud and wore heavy, dark gold armor. He held a curved spear in his hand, and his single golden pupil illuminated the surroundings like a giant lamp.

They were godlike beings, and they were like lambs sent to be sacrificed.

Chu Zihang stared blankly at the enormous thing, tears streaming down his face once again, his whole body trembling slightly with sadness.

Because he didn't see his father, he didn't see the man who shielded him from everything.

All traces vanished, along with the man, as if he had never existed.

God still sat high on his throne, but the man who had previously wielded a sword against him had vanished. Everything had returned to its sacred and solemn state, as if it were some grand ceremony.

The only discordant element was that the guy worshipping the throne wasn't going to slow down; the red sports car roared and crashed into the throne!

With a deafening roar, the Ferrari crashed straight into it, and the Sleipnir screeched, its four front hooves raised in the air.

All the rainwater from all around converged and blocked Odin's path, crashing against the Ferrari head-on like a waterfall. The Ferrari's enormous kinetic energy was completely dissolved within just a few meters, and they were pushed away!

The scene was so similar, the only difference being that the driver was a girl instead of a man.

Countless dark figures emerged from behind Odin, like a group of priests about to celebrate Mass. They surrounded him from all sides, slowly approaching, the ground filled with the rustling sound of their footsteps, and terrifying cries enveloping them.

The whole world is twisting, and these monsters are completely excited.

Before the monsters could rush at him, Chen Motong parked the car and tossed the keys to Chu Zihang.

The still-naive boy returned to this hellish place once again, but he was not afraid. His tender face was full of hatred, and he was even trembling slightly with excitement.

"Don't get out of the car. If things get really bad, drive away yourself. I probably won't die, but you might."

Chu Zihang stared blankly at the girl in front of him. Her voice remained calm, and her face showed no extra expression, as if she were not in a hell full of monsters, but rather preparing to take a walk in the park in the evening breeze.

Chu Zihang gritted his teeth, his light brown eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead bulged like small snakes, and his voice became somewhat hoarse:

"I'll go down with you."

He was still clutching the sword his father had left him, the sacred sword Murasame, a cursed sword destined to kill Tokugawa Iejin.

The last man to wield this sword has vanished, and he will inherit everything from that man, including wielding this demonic blade.

Chen Motong simply looked at him and sighed softly, "You can go down, but don't stray too far from me. In an emergency, I might not be able to save you."

This is the truth.

The current senior brother who kills embryos is only a fifteen-year-old boy. He has no bloodline or spiritual power. In this world full of monsters, he is as fragile as a paper doll.

And if she were to fight, it would be difficult for her to take care of him.

But the boy simply shook his head firmly.

"I don't want to run away again," he said in a hoarse voice. "I've already run away once, and I don't want to run away a second time."

Even death?

Even if it means death.

Chen Motong looked at the boy in front of her, who was clenching his teeth and gripping the hilt of the knife tightly, and sighed softly.

"Fine, whatever," she said. "At least I won't let you die before me."

After saying that, she turned around and got out of the car, with Chu Zihang following closely behind her. Although he was trembling all over, his steps were incredibly firm.

In the darkness, countless Dead Servants are rapidly approaching, silent as demons from hell, eager to destroy everything that is alive.

The burly man on horseback not far away simply watched all of this coldly, like a silent statue, or like a god looking down at ants on the ground.

Chen Motong didn't even glance at him.

She slowly stretched her body, her joints crackling and popping. She slowly raised her eyes, and a fiery gold light shone in them, like a burning fire.

Her body was also strangely covered with a metallic blue color.

She raised her hand and slammed it down hard, like swinging a volleyball. One of the Deadpools' heads was smashed into the ground. It was a smaller Deadpool than the others, so it was exceptionally fast.

But just as it was silently approaching Chen Motong, the cyan fist struck its head in an unremarkable manner.

A tremendous sound rang out, and the monster's entire head flattened out, cracking the bridge surface as a result.

Chen Motong simply waved his hand casually, then jumped directly into the endless horde of Dead Servants. In that instant, the entire overpass shook.

Chu Zihang only had time to see the red ponytail flying high, flashing past in the Ferrari's snow-white beam of light.