MTL - C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons-v5 Chapter 33 god of pain

The light was so fiery, sacred, and noble, it enveloped the half-body decayed black creature.

The terrifying light and heat scorched the retina, and the eyes almost ooze blood, making people bow their heads and dare not look directly.

The dull loud sound vibrated the eardrum, the air seemed to condense, and the lungs that were constantly contracting couldn't breathe a trace of air.

Is that... life?

Above the sea level is only part of the black dragon's body, and his back is like a mountain.

Gravels and ice shards rained down, and thousands of symmetrical bones were stripped from the black stone scales on their backs. The moment they stretch out, it's like a solar eclipse.

The dark black membranous structure of the dragon wing on the right is like a sail, and the slender, slightly curved bone spurs are like thorns wrapped around a cross. The umbrella-shaped skeleton on the left, however, had decayed to a grayish-white color, and had been fractured in two-thirds of the way, without any flesh or scales.

The half-dead body of the black dragon is not perfect, but a broken black cross.

The thunderous heartbeat suddenly stopped. It's just a moment of silence, but it's very long in people's thinking, just like the last look back before death.

King's Domain, erupted.

Before the dragon roar that ripped apart the silence, the kingdom of pure spiritual structure had already arrived in an instant. Humans cannot understand the will of that kind of creature. The turbulent spiritual ocean is more like some kind of indescribable natural disaster. Mountains collapse and ice seas stop flowing.

Lu Mingfei looked up at the black dragon, and the strong sense of shock caused by the shock even overwhelmed his fear. He was half a beat before he realized what was happening on the boat.

The A-level commissioners of the executive department collapsed in pieces, the overwhelmed organs suffered massive internal bleeding, and the excessive mental shock overloaded the brain and caused neurological shock.

The few bloodless people on the ship were not obviously injured, but they all knelt down on the deck, their bodies stiff, like a statue of worship.

He completely understood what the little devil meant by killing the game.

The half-dead black dragon, relying only on the spiritual shock of the kingdom, reduced the elite of the academy by nearly 80%. Expensive weapons and equipment, wisdom, experience, determination, words, and drugs are useless, and those with low bloodlines are not even qualified to meet the throne.

Lu Mingfei grabbed Professor Masashi Toyama who was in shock. The fairly good bloodline and the long-term anti-hallucination training have allowed him to barely maintain consciousness.

"Potion of regeneration...it's still too late."

Blood gushed out of Masashi Toyama's throat, he took out the medicine from the interlayer of the windbreaker without hesitation, and injected a needle into his chest.

It is said that the real name of this thing is Yaki Potion, and I hope its effect is really as good as the academy said.

Lu Mingfei reacted, and immediately ran to the seriously injured person closest to him.

Masashi Toyama vomited a large mouthful of blood and tried to stand up, but he could barely feel the existence of his left knee, and his body consciousness was deprived of very little.

Huge waves crashed against the bow, and the sea mixed with ice particles poured down torrential rain. Masashi Toyama wanted to raise his head, but couldn't squeeze the courage to look directly at the black creature.

At most, his gaze could only reach the back in front of him. The figure of the old man was as motionless as a mountain, and the soaked black suit was still straight and airy.

On the side, the S-class ran back and forth on the deck as if nothing was happening, and the needle-piercing technique became more and more proficient.

Heck, is there really that much of a gap between half-breeds? Masashi Toyama smiled wryly, the blood flowing upstream on the sloping deck and seeping into his fingers.

The terrifying mental pressure made him almost want to kill himself with a shot, but the monsters in the academy were already preparing to swing their knives at that thing.

Roar--!

It was the roar of the devil, releasing endless pain, as if suffering for thousands of years.

The boiling blood of the dragon made the black dragon's life burn again from its decay, the withered muscles recovered, and tens of thousands of bones and joints adjusted the force-generating structure.

The black dragon fanned the intact right wing of the yamal, and it was not a storm, but a wave of elements.

That sight can only be called a miracle to the mixed race. The black dragon did not rely on the spirit of words or the dragon text, but issued laws to the elements with intuition or instinct.

More than ten tons of ore melted into molten iron, and the crimson meteor shower fell to the hull with a blue flame tail.

Uesugi Eri Yi stood on the bow of the boat, slashing at the flames that filled the sky without dodging. Rarely does she concentrate like she does today, putting all her energy into every hit.

Usually, she always carefully controls her bloodline and is afraid of accidentally hurting others, but now it is impossible to have such an idea.

If you call her a monster, the black dragon is far beyond the level of a monster. A **** or a devil is used to refer to such a creature.

The saber representing the position of the head of the family slashed head-on with a big upper move, and the power of judgment split the meteor shower in two.

But the flame did not go out, the bow melted and cracked in the baptism of molten iron, and the destructive power of conventional missiles may be nothing more than that.

The power of judgment was weakened by the royal domain to only 20% to 30%. Eiliyi's red hair was curled like a flame in the heat wave, and the sputtering sparks burned several strands of her hair.

The cracked saber fell from his hand, shattering into a dozen pieces like a biscuit.

The function of the Pandora device is terminated, and the bloodline suppression is lifted. The fine white dragon scales covered the girl's skin, and her soft face was full of chills.

"Turn on the highest level of blood burst and take the initiative to attack."

When Angers finished his words, he had already hung the black suit on a machine gun, and the white shirt was pierced by the pitch-black bone spurs. The muscles are stretched, and the head is angular.

This was the first time that the students present saw the headmaster's appearance after the blood burst. The elegant old gentleman turned into a majestic tyrant.

Many people have speculated that Angers has not mastered the blood burst, and those who master this technique will not live to his age. But Angers is an exceptional genius, or vengeful demon.

Caesar and Chu Zihang entered a state of deep dragonization at the same time, and the hunting swords Dick Tuido and the imperial sword Muramura were unsheathed at the same time.

"is it him?"

Chu Zihang asked in his mind.

Xia Mi hesitated and shook her head. It is she who is most afraid of the black dragon here.

The black dragon was like a dead emperor returning from the underworld, dragging his rotten body to destroy the children who betrayed him. But the black dragon is not the resurrected black king, and Nidhogg's figure is more majestic and noble than this.

What is the existence of the black dragon in front of her? Is it related to the history that has been distorted and tampered with?

"Please lend me some strength."

"I'll borrow you, I'll borrow you, anyway, you haven't paid it yet."

Yemengarde only retained a small part of his strength, which was used to "crowd the door" and escape after the defeat. She could guess that if he was stunned with facial paralysis and led him to run away, these two fools would really apologize afterwards.

Chu Zihang turned his head and glanced at Caesar, hesitating to speak.

He knows that Caesar has always been brooding about the difference in the duration and effect of the two people's "blood burst", but Chu Zihang can't say that there is a Dragon King to help me with the bottom line, and if you burst blood too much, you will really die young. .

The overlapping dragon scales made Caesar unable to see Chu Zihang's expression. He tacitly believed that it was a tacit look between men and a challenge to him. He took it.

Lu Mingfei, who was concentrating on the acupuncture, looked up and found that the three fierce men had transformed into dragons in a uniform manner, the dragon's blood was steaming, and the alchemy swords trembled and roared.

And he was still trying to figure out what the serious consequences the little devil said, and what would be special about the third exchange. Even Lu Mingze was not sure to kill Heilong, the principal and the senior brothers, maybe they would, die.

Ang Ge turned his head and looked at Lu Mingfei for a moment. The jackknife was unsheathed, sharp as blood.

Angers wanted to tell Lu Mingfei something, for example, after slaughtering the dragon, he told him the real reason for recruiting him into Kassel. Another example, the truth about his life experience, his family and lineage...

But that would be too long. This isn't a movie, and the dragons won't give him that much time.

And to say, "I believe you will make the right choice" is too pale. So Angers did not say a word in the end.

He has attended the funerals of many students, and Angers regrets those young lives, but he owes nothing to those students. The dragon slaughter was originally a career that blocked his life.

There are only two exceptions. One is the students who died in the sea of ​​ice ten years ago, and the other is Lu Mingfei.

In his eyes, Lu Mingfei is a sharp blade of the devil, not a student of Cassell. He used Lu Mingfei to protect other students and destroy the dragon clan.

He took advantage of the boy and trapped him in a giant lie. This is the sin of Hilbert Jean Angers, irreparable, irreversible.

Time zero allows him to think fast, which is sometimes a disadvantage. Angers rushed to the sky with a violent jump, and the white shirt burned out in the flying fire, like a pure black bullet shot at Gu Long's head.

Lu Mingfei didn't know how much the principal thought at that moment. He just wanted to remind Angers that the pocket knife was too long to pierce the scales of a black dragon, and it lacked the qualifications to be a nail clipper.

But soon, he no longer had such worries.

Angers gripped the edge of the jackknife, not the handle. This quiet and elegant knife trembled hundreds of times per second in his hand, frantically sucking up the noble dragon's blood, almost bursting open.

It really exploded, bursting into a cloud of dark red metal dust, and the mutilated dragon spirit roared in the stardust.

The aerosol-like metal dust reshapes into an illusory giant sword. Lu Mingfei didn't know the shape of the strange sword, and the straight-edged sword's torso was smoothly and naturally connected to the curved scimitar head.

The conquest of the Ottoman Empire once made this strange and fierce cold weapon famous all over the world, the Atkan sword.

Angers seemed to be holding a flame, a thunder, some invisible burning thing.

The field effect of time zero was reduced to only 12 times the acceleration, but it was enough for him to span hundreds of meters in 0.1 seconds and hit the black dragon's eyes directly!

Dragon Eyes are the best choice for attacking giant species of dragons.

He was seen. Heilong's golden pupils were much larger than his dragonized body. The giant eyeball only turned a little, but Angers clearly felt that he had been locked.

The great spiritual will of the black dragon has already aimed at him. He not only captures prey with super dynamic vision, but also has a "heart eye" on the spiritual level, no matter how fast he is, he can't escape.

The moment Angers and Heilong looked at each other, the incalculable pain, loneliness, and rage were all reflected in the radiant dragon pupil.

The black dragon doesn't care who the enemy is at all, what he wants to take revenge on is the whole world. He is the most painful, twisted creature in the world, and only brings destruction needlessly.

The black dragon the size of a mountain waved its right paw, not only not cumbersome, but even faster than Angers, who exploded blood three times.

The trajectory of the dragon's claw is extremely precise, and the end of the guillotine-like claws will cut off the ant-like human being in six thousandths of a second.

Angers was saved by fighting instincts accumulated over a century. Time zero field, slow down.

The dragon claw swept over Angers' head with the elemental wave. He slashed the turbulence with a knife in mid-air, and then stabbed the weak point of the dragon claw.

Angers tried to find a foothold on the dragon's claw, but was knocked out by the terrifying kinetic energy it carried, and the invisible Atkan long knife rubbed large sparks on the dragon's scales.

This may not even count as a rub, but it has already caused the dragon scales in Angers's tiger's mouth to shatter and seep blood, and the forearm cracked.

He quickly adjusted his balance in mid-air, and Time Zero accelerated to the highest point again, collided with the black dragon's body again at an oblique angle, and finally stood on the dragon's right arm after continuous light steps.

Angers ran up the black dragon's huge body, maintaining an incredible high speed at an almost vertical or even tipped angle. He has only one goal, Long Tong.

The black dragon fanned its wings, and the burning fire rain mixed with poisonous bone spurs fell from the sky. The density was so high that it was impossible to dodge all of them.

His intact dragon body is almost immortal, and an attack of this magnitude can at most damage the surface scales, but it is fatal to the dragon slayer.

The black dragon's membrane wings cover the sky and the sun, and when it is folded, it is accompanied by a storm-like flow of high-energy particles, and the dragon scales on the surface tend to be red-hot in friction.

How much time is left for the principal before being swallowed up by fire rain and turbulent currents? Is it enough for him to rush to the dragon's head and stab the long knife into the dragon's pupil?

Even the elemental authority of the first-generation species is like a small fight in front of this desperate creature. His pain and wrath are accompanied by torrents of destruction, and just random attacks are equivalent to high-risk words in a large range.

Angers lowered his body to the extreme, holding the long knife in front of him, and relied on the extraordinary jumping force of the recurve joint to keep accelerating. The high-pressure air formed a natural barrier around his body, blocking out the iron rain and the high temperature.

But this could not stop the sharp bone spurs like a rain of arrows. When they were thrown from the end of the dragon wing, they were given an amazing initial speed, and the double-layer metal outer wall of the yamal was easily pierced.

Angers took off with all his strength and finally jumped onto the right shoulder of the black dragon. Most of the dragon scales on his body were shattered, and bone spurs pierced his torso more than a dozen times.

The spurs were too fast to be embedded in the body, and the poison could not kill him in a very short time. The dragon's blood made him constantly excited, and he could not feel the pain and weakness after blood loss.

The black wings drooped downward, like the dome of the sky collapsing, and countless hideous and extremely beautiful bone spurs formed a cage for strangulation.

time, time...

He still has time for a knife.

Angers looked straight into the black dragon's pupils. Just like dragon slayers for thousands of years, staring at the golden pupil of the ancient dragon.

At least at this moment, no matter how much the bloodline gap is, the dragon slayer and the dragon are equal.

The black dragon roared, and a blazing bright light came out of the abyss-like huge mouth.

Angers also roared and jumped, and the extreme mental violence resisted the suppression of the kingdom, and time was torn and stretched from his perspective. The misty metal dust spreads further, like a dark red thunder.

As long as he is faster, there is no need to dodge.

dong dong!

The heartbeat sounded like a war drum, the flow of time suddenly returned to normal, and the field of time zero collapsed and disappeared.

Angers realizes that he has made a fatal mistake. The black dragon's uninterrupted roar made him mistakenly believe that it was a painful and crazy ancient dragon, but this did not mean that his intelligence was low.

Black Dragon may be confused, but he is still thinking. For example, He has always had the ability to completely cancel the spirit of speech, but it was not used suddenly until the most fatal moment.

Time is not enough.

The brilliance of the four elements is mixed into one, constantly producing violent transformation and annihilation in the narrow space.

The black dragon did not use the ingenious attack method of the word spirit, but spit out a torrent of death directly at the human who wielded his sword. The diameter of the magnificent beam of light was nearly ten meters. The harsh environment of the breath center is comparable to some extreme cosmic environments.

Angers was only a dozen meters away from Long Tong, but that short distance represented the moat.

Reverse cassock!

This fierce reverse bevel cut ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Angers has probably practiced tens of thousands of times. He can do everything in this slash, but after all, there is something that will never stop.

The incomplete life of Atkan's long sword jumped out of the blade, and the dark red blade light went against the flow and cut into the flame, like a maple leaf falling into a rushing river.

The majestic breath penetrated the ice from the sky, and those who wielded the sword to God fell from the sky to the sea like a burning meteorite.

At the same time that Angers fell into the sea of ​​ice, Chu Zihang and Caesar climbed up the black dragon's torso one by one, and the transparent and flawless ice cross spear stabbed at his throat.

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I should have resumed the update the day before yesterday, but I haven't code words for too long, and my hands are very raw.

The school matter is almost resolved, and then try to update it every day, at least once every two days.

I am very happy to resume the update, and it is a very happy thing to write.

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