MTL - C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons-v5 Chapter 44 sunrise
The black beast is imprisoned in a cage.
The tough black dragon scales were drilled with small holes, connecting needle tubes and various instruments.
The overdose of sedatives made it peaceful like a lamb, allowing its blood, bone marrow, and cerebrospinal fluid to be slowly drained.
Nuonuo shuddered and struggled, but could not escape the prison of nightmares.
She and Caesar were in a very dangerous situation, and the lifeboats could capsize at any moment in the great waves.
The spiritual vision phenomenon caused by the black dragon's spiritual realm is too strong, and the unique spiritual vision talent may take her life.
Time passed in a dead silence.
Only the shriveled body of the beast in the cage was left, and its body was cut open by a high-speed rotating circular saw.
A hand with slender knuckles reached into the chest cavity of the dragon-like beast and pulled out a blood-stained black spine.
Awe, greed. Disappointment, fear.
Nuonuo can perceive the complex emotions of the "observer" in Spirit Vision.
He wanted to eat the black skeleton and was worried about the unknown consequences.
Skeletons were transplanted into new hosts by observers. A scrawny boy.
The boy's dull pupils turned into burning red gold, and his body turned into a pitch-black dragon shape.
The wave of elements erupted around the boy. He smelted steel with his bare hands, and waved his sword to release thunder.
He had fallen in the midst of the ultimate splendor, turned into a black beast in the ruins of the prison, his limbs were pierced by spikes, and he was imprisoned by chains.
The beast dies, and the bones are removed for the next implant.
In the silence and numbness, Nuonuo's inner disgust and fear kept accumulating.
The skeletons in the prison piled up like mountains, and the black bones were revived in the **** sacrifice.
Observers extract reagents from the blood and bones of beasts, and conduct experiments on a steady stream of materials.
The pale golden liquid rippling in the bottle was like a flowing gem, and the dragon blood toxin was almost eliminated. That is the tip of the iceberg of the Supreme Power.
The power of the Supreme Blood engulfs the observer in unspeakable ecstasy.
He will devour the bones. He wants to inherit the power of the Black King. He wants to reach the end of the world.
The surging sense of fear made Nuonuo on the verge of suffocation. She had an incredible guess.
Blood, more blood.
If his own bloodline cannot be integrated with the holy skeleton, then transform the bloodline from the outside.
Put your life on the altar in exchange for the supreme power.
Tube after tube of pale golden blood poured into the observer's body, washing his lineage day after day.
He is the life closest to the blood of the Black King in this era, and the worthy successor.
He is the successor of the Black Emperor, and he is the "Prince" of the entire Dragon Clan!
Observers' reverence for skeletons diminishes, and their greed grows.
The blood of the Supreme made him stronger and stronger, and the accumulated residual toxin also eroded his life.
He can't wait. He has waited too many years.
The dark dragon claws held the revived holy skeleton, and Nuonuo's fear also reached its peak.
She had already guessed the identity of the black dragon.
The observer pried open the black king's treasury, and endless power and power poured into the tiny body.
Yan Ling, alchemy, dragon text. The body of the Dragon King, the heart of the Dragon King.
He finally understood everything.
Cast off the weak body, abandon the lowly soul.
Devour, Grow, Evolve!
The frenetic instinct of a trillion-cell burst crushes reason and emotion. stop, no, stop...
Three meters, ten meters, forty meters, the wings of despair cover the sky.
Nuonuo felt like he was going to die. The overwhelming shock of information made her, a bystander, close to shock.
Evolution continues.
Black dragons devour light and heat, black webs prey on all life around them, and fungi extract nutrients from rocks and seawater.
"wake up!"
The excruciating pain brought Nono back to reality, and the sea gushed down her throat.
Caesar struggled to pull Nuonuo to swim on the surface, clinging to the side of the lifeboat that had capsized.
Nuonuo choked on the sea water, blood dripping from his eyes, ears and nose.
"If you hold revenge, you can take revenge after you go back alive."
As a last resort, Caesar broke Nuonuo's little finger into a broken bone before she was freed from spiritual vision.
But at this moment, Nuonuo has no time to take into account the severe pain of the fractured phalanx.
"He, he seems to be... my father."
Caesar thought for a while.
"Who?"
He has heard some stories about Father Nuonuo.
A man who is respected as the monarch of the dark side, a master alchemist outside the secret party system, and a lover of human experiments.
Caesar only disliked Chen Jun, not to mention fear. After all, the Gattuso family is not a pure-hearted person.
He looked in the direction of Nuonuo's eyes, and there was indeed only a black dragon several hundred meters long, the mad dragon that slashed the icebreaker with one blow.
"I'm not sure, but it's probably him."
Nuonuo's thinking was in chaos.
There should be no second person in the world who has the resources and technology to extract the Supreme Blood.
But if the black dragon is Chen Jun, then he should have lost control of the dragon after swallowing the bones a long time ago. Who has been behind the scenes and manipulated the Chen family over the years? A puppet cultivated by Chen Jun, or one of her siblings?
wrong. The answer is obvious.
It was the one who imprisoned the black dragon. That person imprisoned the out-of-control black dragon under the sea of ice, seized Chen Jun's position, and manipulated the children he raised to move around the world.
Hell, is Chen Jun really her father?
She was born through surrogacy. Nuonuo found that she had no way of determining who her parents were now.
If the entire Chen family is a lie, how much truth will there be in everything about her?
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Eri Yi, who was exhausted, only saw a vague shadow passing from the side, tall and tall.
The other party took her out of the range covered by his breath, and disappeared into the air out of thin air.
Jiu De Mai stood absentmindedly at the center of "Ming Zhao".
She asked herself why she chose to save the "unrelated" girl instead of the "protagonist".
Shudoku Mai vaguely knew the answer in his heart. At that moment, she felt that Lu Mingfei should not be stopped.
In her heart, a certain problem has been sprouting for a long time. After the "script" repeatedly collapsed and the boss disappeared for a long time, the problem finally broke out.
Following the script woven by the boss, can Lu Mingfei ascend to the throne? Is that the king she was expecting? Will the new world created by the monarch lifted to the throne be better than the present?
But her life was given by the boss, and they followed the devil, just as the disciples received the Messiah's revelation.
Shudoku Mai thought he would follow him until the end of the world.
"Fuck!"
After the smoke cleared, Lu Mingfei stood up in disbelief in the rubble.
He regretted it as soon as he spoke. This was supposed to be a miraculous sight, but it was easily destroyed by him with two words.
Lu Mingfei completed the dragon transformation on his own, and the dark dragon scale armor covered his whole body. The cross dragon wings are crossed and draped in front of him, and the membrane wing structure between the keels is completely destroyed by the breath, but it is rapidly regenerating.
He confirmed again and again that he did not make a third transaction, nor did he shout any cheat codes.
Lu Mingfei always thought that he had a magic wand in his hand that could only be used four times, but could the truth be that he could also transform into a dragon through a strong will?
Lu Mingze is a big pig's hoof!
The pure metal tower shield was as light as a plastic toy at this time, and Lu Mingfei threw it aside, preparing to fight the black dragon hand-to-hand.
He had just taken two steps, and the indescribable sleepiness made him stagger, and his face almost touched the ground.
The violent dragon transformation and extraordinary self-healing ability directly drained Lu Mingfei's physical strength, unable to move like a salted fish.
He heard the voice of the little devil in his ear, "Brother, I will never lie to you."
A powerful big hand patted his shoulder and said solemnly:
"Young people, you must pay attention to restraint. No matter how well you practice, it will be empty."
Grandpa KFC is not such a character, bastard!
Before Lu Mingfei could defend himself, Fingal raised his big foot and kicked him to the side.
Pride and jealousy were unsheathed at the same time, and activated into a straight-edged great sword with a blade length of three meters.
"Meng kills the flame demon!"
The man in the KFC hood jumped into the sky and shouted an unknown mid-second move.
The black flame double swords collided with the piercing dragon claws, and KFC did not shy away from wrestling with the black dragon.
"Meng kill Yan Mo Liu Chi Yan!"
Don't give strange names to ordinary rammers! This is not a fighting manga, and you don't need to write the name of the move in every storyboard.
From the moment the man appeared, the strong sense of absurdity completely destroyed the pressure of the black dragon.
Unlike Yermengard's technique, Angers' speed, Fingal showed pure force.
He is a life form equal to the black dragon, and the disadvantage is that he does not have an extremely large dragon body.
"The tyrant of the time gap, the pupil of the eternal flame, fight side by side with me!"
When this roar came out, both Angie and Chu Zihang were silent, only Xia Mi laughed heartlessly.
For the first time in history, Caesar was glad that he was not as good at fighting as Chu Zihang.
"Meng kill the flame demon flow · liberation · true · dragon slaying style!"
Stop shouting, stop shouting, Lu Mingfei, who was lying on the deck with salted fish, was so embarrassed that he wanted to jump into the sea.
"Meng kill..."
The dragon's body twisted, and the giant black claws hit Fingal at several times the speed of sound, interrupting his swishing move.
From top to bottom, lava erupted continuously at the relatively weak point of the dragon's body. Angers jumped and slashed between the dragon wings, and the overlapping blade lights cut crisscross wounds.
They didn't worry about KFC men. Funny characters don't die, he doesn't even take off that spooky hood.
Fingal thought that he needed a big knife, enough to cut through the bones of a black dragon.
The seven deadly sins are unsheathed one by one except for rage, and the weapons full of the "virtue" of the sword are arranged in order.
Constantine, who fought fiercely with the White King, has yet to find out that his seven deadly sins are still lost. The anti-theft measures he set on the metal box were broken by Fingal by forceful dismantling, and the "device lock" was not opened due to the distance.
Ribcha, Atkan long sword, Scottish broadsword, katana sword, Tang sword, and Han Bafang were temporarily smelted together in the blazing black flame, and recast into a very cool-looking Ming Killing Balrog.
Looking at the black flame sword that was more than ten meters long in front of him, Fingal nodded in satisfaction.
If Kang saw this scene of high blood pressure, he would have to use Surter to chop off Fingal's headgear, and he would have to slap his face.
"Meng kill the flame demon current, the magnetic field rotates 990,000 horses, ex, fifth gear, liberation, true, convicted!"
It's just that the knife is longer and stronger than before, bastard!
The black knife violently shattered the fiery beam of light, and Fingal roared the name of the move and rushed into his breath, pumping the pale golden dragon's blood throughout his body with a heartbeat of more than 800 beats per minute.
He aimed at the blind spot on the left half of the black dragon. The expression under the headgear was like the anger of a vajra and the fierceness of an evil ghost. The fierce diagonal slash slashed the black dragon's cheek and cut off the keel.
Heilong's defensive claw knocked Fingal out hundreds of meters, but he jumped up again like a little strong.
"One day, I will probably become like you."
Fingel thought silently in his heart.
The black dragon is of the same kind as him. They are all lodgers of the Black King's Egg.
His bloodline is more compatible with the Black King Sacred Skeleton, and it is more stable after transplantation, that's all.
He obtains Nidhogg's power through the eggs that reside in his body, but does not actually possess the holy corpse. It wasn't him that the Black King's Egg was waiting for.
Not Angers, not Henkel, nor Chu Tianjiao, Chu Zihang, or Caesar.
There is no shortage of fanatics in the secret party who want to transplant holy skeletons, but no one can do it.
If there is a hero who can take the power of the Black King, the secret party can't let an S-level commissioner hide with an egg and hide from those ambitious eyes. The last egg number 2 was lost.
What he fused was the egg numbered 3, and he survived with blood, luck and will.
Fingal's bloodline is stable enough to allow him to accomplish his mission before it spirals out of control.
He thought wickedly that if he grew to the size of a black dragon, Angers and Henkel probably wouldn't be able to support him.
"It was you who fused Egg No. 4..."
Fingal speculates that the mysterious "Prince" is likely to hold a copy of the Black King's skeleton.
If the manipulator of this attack is the prince, then the prince thinks smarter than Fingal. He didn't rush to swallow the eggs, but set up a killing game with the black dragon.
Will the white dragon who fought the red dragon outside the Nibelung be the prince?
Fingal cut off his thoughts. He will wait for the chance to take revenge on the prince.
Under the siege of the three people, the black dragon had a loophole that did not respond in time for the first time.
After Fingal blocked the attack of the Black Dragon, Angers and Chu Zihang only needed to pursue the strongest damage.
Under the bleak sky, the black tide surges, the rocky land rises, and the four elements of chaos randomly reshape the surrounding environment.
The immortal black dragon jumped up from the tide, struggled to fly high into the sky, and fell back to the sea of ice under the confinement of the white cross.
The three tiny figures fought close to the dragon in the black tide, the blood seemed to burn, the muscles of the whole body were broken and healed in the explosion, and the short-lived body was turned into a fatigue-free machine under the iron will.
Lu Mingfei raised his head hard and wrote down the scene in front of him. It's a pity that this is not included in the murals of Valhalla.
In the battle between dragon kings, in the end, only the sword sees blood, and everything that he has is piled up on the balance of power and power.
After the battle was in full swing, even Fingal didn't have time to call out the name of the well-designed moves, only the flat cut, the flat cut, or the **** flat cut.
The night tore a slit, and the light of the extreme day penetrated the Nibelungs.
Chu Zihang grabbed the black dragon's left wing tightly and contracted his muscles to stop the bleeding.
Fingal stood on the ice floe with a knife and quietly supported the headmaster who was not in a good state.
Angers was not a fusion of eggs, and Fingal had no idea where his Black King bloodline came from. Purity is not low.
"Old rogue, you want to die here."
Angers gasped and did not answer.
If the outbreak continues, he may not die from the attack of the black dragon, but he will definitely die from cell exhaustion in the whole body.
He is almost 140 years old. The blood of the Black King would allow Angers to climb the ladder of the first breed, but it would not extend his natural lifespan by much.
"Your hands are already dark and dirty, not bad. So don't go to **** now.
You trust your students...and they always trust you. "
Fingal spoke to Angers affectionately.
"It's normal to suffer some brain damage in such a high-intensity battle. Concussion and memory loss, then put on a ventilator, lie in bed and pretend to be dead, and don't get out of bed until the critical moment."
To be able to come up with such a shameless countermeasure in such a short period of time is indeed a villain of Flamel.
The moment the blood burst was released, Angers fell into a coma. Just a few minutes of fighting seemed to have burned twenty years of his life.
Chu Zihang was thrown from Longyi, and his physical strength and Yemengade's mental strength were at the end of the line. Xia Mi and Attila waved the flag and shouted, but they couldn't hold on for long.
I don't know how many wounds and torn wounds were left on the black dragon's body. At this time, most of the intact right dragon wing had been burned, and the exposed keel after decay had been cut off by hundreds.
The long night gradually dissipated, and the black dragon lowered his head, preparing for the next attack. not stop.
"The iris scan has passed, the genetic test has passed, and the strike coordinates have been locked. The Damocles system is activated~www.novelbuddy.com~ strike countdown 18, 17..."
The satellite network was restored as soon as possible, and Caesar used Nuonuo's equipment to connect to the satellite carrying the scourge.
It has to be said that both he and Nuonuo have good luck. The near-Earth satellite happened to be passing over the North Pole at this time.
The remaining right eye of the black dragon looked up at the sky, at the burning scourge, the spear of divine wrath.
He did not dodge any evasion.
Six burning tungsten rods pierced through his body, melting his flesh and bones, and turning his internal organs into coke.
The flames burned the filth in the Kuroshio, and the black dragon roared and sank into the clear sea of ice and fell to the dark seabed.
Hundreds of millions of tiny ice crystals refracted the flames, illuminating the world.
"It's so warm. Like the sunrise."
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