Dragon Clan: I, Nono! Inherit countless futures!

A red Ferrari sped along the highway, its large-displacement engine roaring loudly.

Chen Motong drove, while Chu Zihang sat silently in the passenger seat, the outline of the city faintly visible in the distance.

No one spoke, but they all knew they were slowly leaving this deadly place and gradually returning to the human world.

Nobody knows what happened to that loser. Nono's last wish was inexplicably fulfilled, but this time Chen Motong inherited not the power of words, but the bloodline.

Looking at the semi-awakened bloodline mentioned in the will, Chen Motong was also a little confused, not understanding what it meant.

But in terms of strength, her bloodline has now surpassed Fingel's.

In the original story, Fingel cut the viaduct in half with a single blow, and now she has done it as well, even more easily.

But Fingel wasn't this strong from the beginning. Fingel was probably an A-grade bloodline from the start, a combination of Chu Zihang and Caesar, and the rising star of Kassel College.

The Greenland incident happened later, which severely damaged his mental state. It was after this that his bloodline was strengthened, and it was probably related to his vice principal mentor. It is estimated to be some kind of alchemy, which is why he was able to cut down the overpass with one blow.

With Fingel, who also possesses a bronze throne, as a comparison, Chen Motong judged that this so-called semi-awakened bloodline should have surpassed A-level and reached S-level.

As for whether there are any bloodlines that exceed S-level and reach the royal level, there is no comparison at the moment, so it is still unclear.

But in any case, this sudden increase in her bloodline helped her a lot.

She immediately slashed down the overpass, quickly cleared out the wave of Deadpools, and then slashed at Odin, who was sitting high on his eight-legged steed.

Odin also raised Gungnir, but only to use it as a block.

Murasame and Gungnir collided with a soft "crack" sound. This legendary spear, which was said to always hit its mark, was so easily broken before Murasame's blade.

Chen Motong brushed past Odin, landed, stumbled forward a few steps, and barely managed to stand.

Odin remained seated on horseback, but all the Deadmen stopped moving at that moment. They turned their heads to look, and the eight-legged steed became obedient, no longer spewing lightning or stamping its iron hooves on the ground.

The wind and rain continued to rage, but suddenly everything quieted down, as quiet as when the world was first created and all was still.

Chen Motong casually swung his knife, and blood splattered out in a fan shape. Countless drops of black blood fell to the ground, emitting wisps of white smoke like concentrated acid.

Chu Zihang stared blankly at this scene, watching as the girl slashed down and the eight-legged horse slowly knelt down. Odin on the horse's back tilted slightly, and with a soft cracking sound, Odin's body suddenly split open, splattering black blood everywhere!

But Chen Motong simply withdrew the Murasame sword slowly, as if a samurai had killed someone in the rainy night, and after the battle was over, he swung his sword and blew blood through the bamboo forest.

Murasame slowly returned to its sheath. Only then did the girl slowly turn around. She stepped forward, grabbed Odin's silver mask, and what was exposed to Chen Motong was a hideous and distorted face.

It was a face covered in mottled scales, with alien fangs exposed, yet its skull structure resembled that of a human, looking like a dark work of art pieced together from a python and a human skull.

This is just an ordinary Deadpool.

really.

This is not the real Odin at all. From the beginning, Odin never intended to meet her, so after taking Chu Tianjiao away, he left directly, leaving only this imposter here to guard the place.

It seems I am of high value, or rather, the woman I saw in my spiritual vision is of high value.

She was so noble that even Odin didn't want her to die.

"Let's go, we should be able to get out of here." Chen Motong came to Chu Zihang and returned the Murasame sword to him: "Thank you for the sword, it's very useful."

Chu Zihang looked at her, but couldn't say a word.

More Dead Servants crawled up from under the overpass, crying or laughing, like persistent ghosts, swarming around us.

But the girl didn't even glance at them; she simply stepped on the gas, and the Ferrari sped away.

"Are you alright?"

Chen Motong looked at Chu Zihang in the rearview mirror. The wound on the boy's shoulder had stopped bleeding, but his still tender face was pale and bloodless.

Chu Zihang slowly shook his head, saying nothing, just staring blankly out the car window at the overpass that was getting further and further away from him.

Meanwhile, on the overpass in the distance, a small figure sat on the roof of a Maybach, watching the red Ferrari drive away, his eyes gleaming with a faint gold, humming an Irish folk song.

On July 3, 2004, Typhoon Dandelion (No. 0407) made landfall in this city, bringing torrential rain and gale-force winds.

For the people in this coastal city, typhoons are a normal occurrence. The only trouble they cause is that the elevated roads are closed, but some drivers still manage to drive their cars on them.

They only had a chance to come down when the storm finally subsided.

Everyone who was rescued was overjoyed. The feeling of escaping death made them and their families waiting for them under the overpass embrace and weep. The sound of joyful cries filled the air.

"Nono, are you trapped on the overpass?" Lu Mingfei looked at the girl in front of him with concern and asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No." The red-haired girl shook her head, but her gaze was fixed on Chu Zihang, who was guarding the exit.

Lu Mingfei finally got to wait for the Ferrari that came to pick him up, even though the Ferrari was badly damaged and arrived much later than expected.

But when those two beams of white light shone on his face, Lu Mingfei was still overjoyed.

He soon learned why Nuonuo was late: she and Chu Zihang and his son were trapped on the overpass.

In the end, only she and Chu Zihang returned alive, and Lu Mingfei dared not even imagine what that meant.

One by one, the people guarding the exit left, until only the boy in the school uniform remained. He walked reluctantly to the police officer in charge and asked, "Is that all?"

"That's all," the policeman said. "But don't worry, we've rescued everyone on the elevated road. No one was injured. If you didn't see them, you probably missed them. Go home and check on things."

Something seemed to have gone out in the boy's eyes. After a long silence, he slowly squatted down, like a puppy abandoned by its family.

The police officer couldn't see the boy's face and assumed he was crying. Just as he was about to go over and offer some words of comfort, an umbrella was thrown over the boy's head. The red-haired girl holding the umbrella didn't say anything, but simply shook her head at the police officer.

The police left, leaving only the three of them at the exit.

Lu Mingfei watched from afar, seeing Chu Zihang's thin body squatting on the ground, and felt extremely sad.