MTL - C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons-v5 Chapter 65 Apocalypse (4)

Lu Mingfei was in a half-dream and half-awake state, walking through the corridor like an unconscious ghost.

He squinted sleepily, the golden light in his pupils was not fiery, but full of majesty.

"Boss" murmured in a low voice, and the faint sound waves spread silently in the submarine.

He was calling his most faithful apostle, Behemoth. Or, "Black Snake".

Behemoth is one of his most important cards and shouldn't be playing right now.

But after the second transaction, there was an unexplained problem with my brother's body, and it is not suitable for further integration for the time being.

Awakening Behemoth in advance was a last resort.

The boss pushed open the iron door of the cabin at the end of the corridor, and the white-haired Imani was already waiting for his arrival.

Her expression was very painful, and she seemed to be struggling, trying to break free, and a blazing dangerous current flashed around her body.

"Lu Mingfei"'s low-pitched dragon text is similar to a spiritual key, slowly opening the shackles hidden in her soul.

"It's painful..."

The boss cut his palm with a scalpel, and drew the rune of King Blood on Imani's forehead and face with the tip of his index finger.

Behemoth's cocoon was deliberately destroyed by Pompeii after it was stolen from Black Swan Harbor, causing an abnormal hatching.

That was the closest the black snake was to death. Fortunately, the core of the cocoon is still intact.

Behemoth developed a deformed serpent in the Japan Trench and recreated a cocoon. But the cocoon was taken away by Luo Yin as a bargaining chip, and part of it was destroyed.

Even with his assistance, Black Snake's recovery still went wrong.

The original plan was to wait for Behemoth to return to his perfect state, and then find a suitable opportunity to put it on his brother's side. For example, take a look at Odin's ability to "modify the world".

The Secret Party shouldn't have stepped into the North Pole so hastily.

The long and painful memory awakened in Imani's brain, the severe headache made her unable to make a sound, and her thinking seemed to be torn to shreds.

She felt like a dying serpent, trapped in a narrow, icy cave, unable to move.

Slashing, cutting, puncturing, gnawing, burns, frostbite... all forms of pain were superimposed on her nerves.

The awakening of dragons should be a gradual process. Behemoth is an exception.

He did not have enough time to develop step by step, but forcibly hatched through external forces.

The superficial personality of "Imani" was not formed naturally. Behemoth created this disguise by "copying" the real Imani.

Imani was indeed a refugee from Syria, but died of a serious illness while fleeing. After that, it was Behemoth who came to Cairo.

When Luo Yin was in charge of recruiting students in Egypt, he used Long Wei and Yan Ling to test Behemoth late at night. Under normal circumstances, dragons would be stimulated to wake up.

But Behemoth's dragon personality and power were deliberately blocked, and he would be forced to wake up unless his brain and spine were severely damaged.

Imani struggled, swimming deeper into the dark memory.

She desperately escapes from the Siberian laboratory to a burning seaport.

There is only more pain in the harbor. There is also a girl named Renata.

She escaped from the port and fell into darkness again.

The beasts polluted by dragon blood greedily devoured her body, and the Russian man dressed as a monk sealed her and the beasts in a world without light with cement.

"Imani" is shattering and disappearing - the human personality cannot withstand the memory of Behemoth.

The memory goes back further.

The severely injured black snake raised its head and roared, and many parts of its body were only left with white bones. The dragon-like hybrids charged him one after another.

The furious-looking human stepped on the corpse of his companion and jumped onto the back of the big snake, penetrating the alchemy bayonet to the end of the spine, and blood and fire were reflected in the burning golden pupil.

Before Bechymos could roar, he was dragged to a more distant memory.

He woke up at the bottom of the dark pit, unable to move, the carbonized body tissue was peeled off from the dragon's body layer by layer, and the brain and spinal cord were severely damaged.

He sensed God's awakening and heard God's calling. But his pilgrimage ends here.

On the Tunguska River, the Rhine burned everything in three thousandths of a second, and hundreds of hectares of surrounding forests were carbonized and collapsed.

But Behemoth, who was in the center of the field, finally left Tunguska with his stump.

Chase, fight, die.

Rebirth, pursuit, fight, death.

Behemoth gradually became a spectator of self-remembering, calmly, almost numbly, watching the cycle of life and death.

Pain, death, because he has experienced so much, he has no sense of it.

The speed of memory recall gradually slowed down. He went back to that point in time when everything was about to fall apart.

"Ego... why?"

The majestic dragon descended from the sky, dressed in black armor and carrying a slender sword box. Lord of Bronze and Fire, Norton.

Behemoth stood on the barren ground, the body of the human head and snake body was stained with blood.

But that was not His blood. There are piles of dragon corpses scattered on the ground, ranging from the fourth generation to the second generation.

"Kill all the rebels."

Norton: "[——] is not one of us at all, why make him the new black king?"

"This is the destiny written by the Supreme. All the power and power of me and others come from the bones and blood of the Supreme, and I am not qualified to go against his will."

Norton: "The fate of my clan is not determined by the will of the Supreme.

The prosperity of our family for tens of thousands of years will not end because of the supreme will.

Your power and mine are bestowed by the Supreme, but will and freedom are born of it. "

Norton's voice was hoarse and low, this was his last exhortation to his former kin.

Behemoth looked at the distant sky and remained silent.

"All formations are impermanent, those who are born will perish, and those who prosper will decline.

This is common sense in the world. "

Behemoth said in a low voice.

"Norton, haven't you ever felt hopeless?

Immutable rule, immutable world, rebirth over and over again.

A king is born a king and always will be a king. The next-generation species will always be the next-generation species, the third-generation species will always be the third-generation species, the degraded races will always be at a lower level, and the dead servants will always obey you. "

Behemoth and Norton looked at each other, unable to understand each other's eyes.

"Prosperity? That's just the greatness of the Supreme Being alone, all the glory is the glory of the Supreme Being~www.novelbuddy.com~ The four monarchs, the first generation, the throne... are just his toys and marionettes.

The perfect species? We are just a broken product born of imitation of the gods.

Norton! Norton! Haven't you ever despaired of it! "

Behemoth questioned Norton sharply, his roar from the bottom of his heart.

"And now, the Supreme has decided to fix this wrong world, this failed race, even at the cost of his death.

I will follow His will, no matter the cost. "

Norton looked at the madness and despair in Behemoth's eyes, and finally understood why the Dragon King Ego gave up his throne.

The Dragon Race is a race with a locked ceiling, an unbreakable pyramid.

No dragon can surpass their common father, Nidhogg.

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