MTL - C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons-v5 Chapter 37 retrospect

Olivia watched the battle with a telescope while sailing the boat.

The speed of the warring parties is too fast, and it is no different from two comets. With her dynamic vision, she couldn't see the movements of the two sides, so Tianyan couldn't draw a reliable conclusion under the limited data.

After starting the fusion ritual, Constantine's spirit will be transferred to the magic sword, no longer remote control. Her coping strategy was to run away with the dragon king's body in the state of a plant dragon to prevent the body from being destroyed by the white dragon.

"Great!"

The magic sword was born, and the battle was reversed with one sword.

Olivia sincerely cheered on Constantine, only five kilometers away.

The posture of the white dragon who lost an arm is no longer perfect, and the unhealed flesh and blood on the incision is miserable and strange.

Constantine did not let his guard down. The puppet's performance has improved after refining with Surtur's flame, but the opponent's speed power still has the upper hand.

The muscles of the white dragon swelled up, and the explosive power accumulated under the dragon scales.

His height, center of gravity, skeletal and muscle distribution are quietly changing in subtle ways. Yaki is the ultimate physical speech spirit, and the severely wounded white dragon uses it to optimize the structure of the body.

Constantine took the initiative to attack, and the air that Surtur cut through seemed to disappear out of thin air, and the moment the sword edge was closest to the white dragon scales was perhaps only three millimeters.

The white dragon dodged the slash, seemingly out of balance, but aimed at the underside of the alchemy puppet and stabbed the sword with ten fists.

He abandoned the previous violent offensive, and the heavy slashes were transformed into sharp stabs and challenges. The Ten Fist Sword and Surtur will be completely destroyed as long as they collide head-on a dozen times.

Surtur's attack was like a volcanic eruption, and the airtight high temperature slash almost burned the surroundings to a vacuum.

Constantine's body was full of flaws, but the number of times he was stabbed by the ten fist swords was very few. The damage of the puppet can be regenerated in the flames, but the injury caused by Surtur cannot be healed. Destroying dragon scales and keels is as easy as cutting a cake.

The White King kept switching the word spirits that supported the battle. Speed, power, hallucinations, hypothermia, perception...

For him, releasing the spirit of words is just a snap of his fingers, and the combined and deformed dragon text is no different from a big toy with exquisite craftsmanship.

Constantine's spirit was tense at all times, and he seized every opportunity to create even a scratch on Bai Long's body.

The tyrannical Kagutu Livingling did not respond under Surtur's suppression, and the Ten Fist Sword was now just a very sharp bone sword.

Constantine slammed into the sword with the tip of the Ten Fist Sword. The bone sword pierced through the armor and bionic muscles, but it didn't hit an organ or a large blood vessel. The vacuum chamber of the metal deformation structure jammed the ten fist sword, and the magic sword slashed diagonally, destroying the left knee of the white dragon.

The white dragon staggered back to dodge, and the balance of the dragon's body was completely destroyed. But his rock-like face wrapped in dragon scales slowly pulled out a smile that was not a smile.

Is it the Destruction Spirit?

In theory, the humanoid dragon body cannot release the complete ultimate word spirit, but the ability of the white king cannot be judged by conventional standards.

Constantine didn't know where the White King's confidence at the moment came from. Surviving the execution of the Black King, the rebellious king who has survived from the old times to the present, no one knows how much power he has.

"turn out to be......"

"The authority He gave me is comprehensive, but incomplete. Although the power of the four monarchs is incomplete, they can reach the extreme after devouring the twins.

It is not Constantine who is at war with me, but the monarch of bronze and fire, who has inherited the 'sword' that belongs to the Supreme.

The souls of the twins are fused in the magic sword, and the body... on that ship. "

The white dragon supported his body with a ten fist sword, and the hot dragon blood pooled on the ice like a stream.

His majestic voice was inexplicably illusory, as if he was talking to himself.

"You found out too late."

The burning devil perfectly interprets what aggression is like fire.

Constantine didn't leave the White Dragon a chance to counterattack. The Red Dragon, which merged with the magic sword, flew high into the sky and launched a slash at the extreme speed of a dive.

He seemed to hear two heartbeats, and Norton seemed to be standing in the flames.

"I'm not talking to you. That's what I told myself."

The magic sword pierced through the body of the white dragon, burning the flesh and bones to ashes. The White King seemed to feel no pain.

Yan Ling·Su Hui, activated.

Chilong stood still, and Constantine was stunned.

The White King instantly activated a pre-prepared Word Spirit and disappeared directly from his face.

There were exploding ice crystals all around, the mixed dragon blood made a rustling sound on the ice surface, and the metal fragments that smashed and splashed from the alchemy puppet were deeply embedded in the ice layer.

If it weren't for the tragic wreckage around him, he would even think that he had just fallen into a hallucinatory speech spirit.

"The creature suspected of White King disappeared... He was hit by the magic sword. I can see it clearly. Is there any teleportation ability in the Word Spirit sequence?"

While communicating with Constantine through the group of snakes, Olivia pushed Schneider to the lower cabin. There are two artificial dragon bodies with strong defense.

It would be too bad if it was teleportation, and the Sedna would have to be the primary target of attack. Constantine arranged a defensive alchemy formation around his body, but how long could he stop the White King?

......

above the clouds.

"somethingforeverything, 100% fusion!"

The White King has come for the second time.

The moon-white perfect dragon body is still in the dim arc of cool colors, forming a work of art that surpasses human aesthetics.

About half a second later, Bai Long waved the ten-punch sword with some doubts.

A dozen gaps suddenly appeared on the surface of the bone sword, and the tyrannical Kagutsu shrank in the sword body in fear, but he didn't know what he was afraid of.

An overwhelming sense of fatigue invaded his body, accompanied by an unexplained headache.

"Why did you use the ability of backtracking... Constantine's ability to push me to a corner?"

It is also a big burden for him to release the spirit of words outside the original sequence.

The white dragon fell from the sky and landed in the center of the alchemy formation. A record formation constructed with dragon blood in advance.

Memories from before the start of retrospect flooded into my mind. Puppet, magic sword, Constantine's body.

"He's behind you! The injuries are all gone..."

Olivia's tone was full of disbelief, and the current situation was worse than the White King's ability to teleport.

Constantine struggled to calm the disordered spirit, and the fusion ritual nearly collapsed in the brief fluctuation. How is it possible that the injury caused by Surtur is absolutely irreversible, it is a conceptual destruction!

Schneider, who was watching the battle, was even more astonished. His understanding of the dragon race was trampled and crushed. Leviathan's ultra-low temperature is already a devil-like ability, and what happened in front of them at this time can only be called a miracle.

"Constantine, can you see the function of that alchemy array?"

"Recording, recording audio-visual and various environmental information, has nothing to do with reproduction."

The White Dragon, who came for the second time, did not attack immediately. The opponent's dazedness and self-doubt were exactly as he had guessed.

This daze grows, spreads, and becomes overwhelming fear.

Olivia's brain was running wildly in a desperate situation. The boss is not there, she can only be responsible for the work that uses the brain.

You are a civilian who has seen many big scenes! Olivia, stand up! believe in yourself!

"Long story short...Constantine, his power of speech is to reverse his own state of existence!"

Constantine was startled.

"Assuming that the killing ability of the magic sword is absolute, the most effective way to heal is to reverse the flow of time until it is hit.

Pay attention to his sword, the damage of the Ten Fist Sword has not healed, and the object of Yan Ling's effect is only himself.

The moment he activated his words, he appeared directly in the sky, which was where he was two minutes ago! "

Olivia's voice was as fast as a machine gun bullet. Constantine's focus was on the battle, and she thought outside the battle.

"He needs the assistance of the Alchemy Array to make up for the missing memory. When he retraced his state, his memory was also reset.

The effect of this word spirit may be like a rollback in the game, and the experience will also be lost when resurrected. But he cannot reverse the whole world, only himself.

Other possibilities are not ruled out, but this is the most likely effect in my opinion. "

Constantine observed every detail on Bai Long's body and quickly calmed down.

"thanks."

This timid secretary turned out to be quite a potential person. She just usually protects herself too well and lacks some necessary fatal stimuli.

Releasing the word spirit will inevitably consume physical strength or spirit, and even the reverse flow of time cannot be avoided. The soul cannot be deceived.

Well, just kill the White King one more time and find his "resurrection point" in the sky. Kill until he can't use the word spirit.

Constantine swung a sword from the air, targeting the dragon blood alchemy array recorded by the white dragon. He looked up at the sky, but saw no obvious abnormality.

The subtle expression on the White King's face, which was half-smile but not a smile, slowly turned into a wildly excited laughter.

He spent countless years in a dark, silent, eternally silent prison, only trying to escape in a parasitic way. He has only come to earth twice in decades. This is the third time.

If the enemy was just that cowardly boy who didn't grow up, how could he fight to the fullest!

The red and white kings collided again in a sonic boom.

"Kaguchi!"

A huge amount of dragon blood was poured into the ten-fist sword, and the furious roar of the white dragon issued a mandatory order to the lively.

The tyrannical evil spirit, as if being tortured, let out a shrill roar and violently attacked Constantine.

Sacrifice alive!

Although Kagutu is a ferocious ghost, his bloodline is noble, but he is the direct descendant of the White King, no less than some prince-level ancient dragons.

The bone sword that was haunted by evil spirits collided with the supreme being among the alchemy swords dozens of times in an instant.

The trembling of the sword was as dense as three thousand drum beats, and the metal armor on the surface of the Chilong puppet shattered continuously, revealing the blood-red bionic muscle tissue below.

Dragons do not name their own killing moves. But humans can create the most peak fighting skills, as well as unimaginable skills, which are connected and changed like flowing water in the offensive of the dragon kings.

Dragon kings are not only rulers~www.novelbuddy.com~ but also born fighters.

The White King's mood did not fluctuate in any way due to the sacrifice of the Ten Fist Sword.

When the sword is forged, it will kill, and the enemy will be destroyed before the throne is blocked. If the sword can't kill the enemy, swing it until the last moment, until it breaks!

The pale bone sword turned red all over, soaked with the blood of two mad dragons, and the cracked sword body frantically attacked again.

In Constantine's previous perception, the White King was the great priest of the Dragon Clan, and the spokesman of the Black King's divine authority. But when the priest grinned wildly and swung his sword at him, the mighty arrogance and cruelty came like a tide.

The sun-drenched one fears the heat of the sun, and the noble angel chooses to fall. Because he was too close to the sun, the sun would only obscure his own light.

The ice layer collapsed in the violent collision. The two sides continued to fight at ultra-low altitude. The shock wave of the sword collision was round after round, and the sputtered dragon blood evaporated in one thousandth of a second.

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