Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

Chen Motong never imagined that one day her power would be greater than that of a group of monsters.

At this moment, her entire body was covered with a faint metallic color, and her blue fists were hitting the heads of those Dead Servants with every punch.

This is thanks to her nearly two years of training at the Chen family. At her request, besides firearms, she learned a lot about close combat.

Her seemingly thin and weak hands produced a sickeningly loud cracking sound every time they landed on Deadpool's head.

One by one, their heads deflated, and the once ferocious monsters now looked almost comical, their angry shrill cries echoing throughout the overpass.

The only downside is that Deadpool isn't a living being; they can't feel pain. Even with their heads deformed, they can still yell and get up.

Left with no other choice, Chen Motong could only hammer a few more times, watching as one head after another exploded like watermelons. Only in this way would the Deadpools collapse to the ground.

Crimson blood splattered onto the girl's snow-white face, but she simply wiped it away casually. Her long red hair, which had been draped over her shoulders, danced in the air with her movements, like a burning fire.

Chu Zihang stared blankly at everything, watching the frail, petite girl take down monsters with a single punch, feeling as if his worldview had been refreshed once again.

He had thought his father was quite ruthless in the face of these monsters, but in front of this violent girl, his father seemed to have softened his heart.

After all, his father at least gave the other party a quick death.

If it weren't for the endless stream of Deadpools emerging from under the dark overpass, Chu Zihang would have thought that this beautiful yet violent girl could clear the area by herself.

While the girl's violence was effective, his situation was far more dangerous.

As if sensing that the girl was a tough nut to crack, many Deadpool realized that Chu Zihang was the key to breaking through.

So, these monsters began to charge towards Chu Zihang.

Chen Motong also noticed this phenomenon and decisively stood in front of Chu Zihang, smashing each monster that came at him like a bowling ball.

But there were just too many monsters.

With her handling almost all the Deadpools single-handedly, there were always areas she couldn't cover. At that moment, a few of them slipped through her net and rushed towards Chu Zihang.

Chu Zihang waved the Murasame sword haphazardly, but he was too weak and had not learned any special fighting techniques. Not only were his movements chaotic, but even if the Murasame sword hit the monster, it was very easy for it to get stuck in the bone gaps.

Moreover, these monsters are relentless and will only become more excited if they are injured. Chu Zihang was entangled and had no way to deal with them, and his situation was very bad.

With another heavy swing of his blade, Chu Zihang slashed the monster's neck just as a Deadpool was about to bite off its head.

Deadpool was slashed down, but Murasame was also taken away because it was stuck in the bone in its neck. Chu Zihang tried to get his knife back, but another Deadpool pounced on him, so he had to retreat.

Sharp claws pierced his shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent. Drops of bright red blood fell onto the asphalt road. The Deadpools smelled the blood and became excited.

One after another, golden eyes lit up in the darkness, all turning to look at Chu Zihang.

At this moment, they even abandoned their attack on Chen Motong.

Chu Zihang felt as if he were being watched by countless evil spirits. Cold sweat soaked his back, and blood loss and pain made his face pale, but he remained silent. His light brown eyes were filled with unwilling anger.

He's too weak.

He had never realized this fact so clearly before.

He couldn't save his father; he would even die here.

If his father knew, he would probably be very disappointed.

One ferocious monster after another roared and charged toward him, and he lost even his last weapon. He was like a lamb to the slaughter, watching helplessly as the butcher's knife fell.

But he didn't regret it at all; he even thought it was a good thing.

Rather than losing something and then wanting revenge but finding no enemy, only to spend the rest of your life filled with regret, it's better to fight with everything you have right now.

He might be dying, but he had never felt so clearly alive.

Chu Zihang closed his eyes, feeling an immense sense of peace.

But just then, a loud shout suddenly rang in his ears.

"If you didn't know how to use a knife, you should have said so earlier! You made me fight like a caveman!"

Chu Zihang opened his eyes and saw the beautiful girl leap into the air, her red hair billowing high behind her like a burning blood.

She grabbed Chu Zihang's fallen Murasame, then flipped over and fell, swinging her knife heavily at the same time.

No one could see how she drew her knife; the movement was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, all that remained was a splatter of black blood and a rolling head.

"Get back in the car!" Chen Motong yelled at him without turning around, "And lend me this knife!"

Chu Zihang stared blankly at her back, watching her hold a long knife and charge into the group of Deadpools without hesitation.

The situation is not optimistic.

The bronze throne enhanced Chen Motong's physical abilities in every way, enabling her to rival the physical strength of dragons for a short period of time.

In this situation, the Deadpools are completely helpless against her.

The problem is, these Deadpools don't need to do anything to her; they just need to keep her occupied.

The effect of the Word of Power is limited. When she is exhausted and can no longer sustain the Word of Power, that is when she will die here.

No, this can't go on any longer.

Chen Motong quickly realized the problem and began to think about how to break the deadlock.

She now faces two options: one is to drive away directly, as these Dead Servants cannot stop her; the problem is that if Odin refuses to let her go, she will remain lost in this land of the dead forever, just like before.

As for the other method...

Chen Motong slowly raised his head and looked at the holy figure behind the countless death servants. He sat high on a throne made of eight-legged horses, looking down at everything before him, like a terrifying shadow that he could never get rid of...

A slow smile crept across the girl's lips, and a glint of madness appeared in her dark red eyes. She suddenly desperately wanted to know: if Odin didn't want to kill her now, did that mean…

Could she try to kill Odin?

Even if I can't kill him, I can at least slash him a few times, right?

After all, she's always been the type to push her luck.

The only question is, does she now have the ability to break through this fortified stronghold composed of Deadpools?

Just as Chen Motong was preparing to give it her all and give it her all, the system's cold voice suddenly rang in her ears—

[Last wish fulfilled, belongings inherited, new urn will be available in one day]