Sihe snapped his fingers and looked at the wild monsters that spawned in front of him.

There are over a hundred of these monsters, and from their appearance alone they look exactly like Deadpool in the original Dragon Clan, all of which have an abstract look that is very suitable for describing the appearance of characters in bedtime stories.

"Another round." The Dead River has no joy or sorrow.

He is one of the seven shadow assassins of the Assassin's Guild separated from Bai Mo. His duty now has become to assassinate Herzog and defeat the group of behind-the-scenes manipulators behind the island nation of Japan.

"So much for the testing."

Dead River whispered the Dragon Language.

Praise the awakening of my king, for destruction is rebirth!

Praise the awakening of my king, destruction is rebirth!

The dragon language chanting was replaced by the Death River Chant, and the elements seemed to be completely controlled by him at this moment.

Using objects to represent people refers to the Baimo entity, which is almost everywhere. It is a great being that coexists with the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers. The Dead River has leveraged the power of the "Emperor".

Since the object referred to is Bai Mo himself, a thing that is completely different from the Black King, and whose core is composed of various forces from outside the world, especially the pollution and distortion of Medea, the immortal laws of Naaia, etc., this results in the dragon language disguised as the emperor's words being unable to be interfered with by external factors when it is released.

From the outside, this seems to be a very outrageous phenomenon.

It is obvious that this kind of Word Spirit is the Emperor, and the effect is also the Emperor. The content and text have not changed, but the effect displayed is the Emperor...but it is not the Word Spirit Emperor.

"Snapped"

Dead River snapped his index finger, and in the space that expanded with himself as the starting point, the elemental power, including hundreds of Deadpools, was "separated" at this moment, and the structure seemed to be destroyed by the Eye, leaving only a pile of black ash in its place.

The breeze lifted the ground and the black ash smoke disappeared.

After everything was done, Sihe did not leave, but turned his head to look behind him.

He looked through the world seen by the rest of Bai Mo and discovered two people following him.

These two people are not strangers either. They are both important characters in the Dragon Clan system, Angé and Uesugi Yue.

Of the two, Ange coughed lightly and strode towards the Dead River.

"Well, hello."

Obviously, as it was his first time to truly come into contact with a completely unfamiliar Assassin's Guild, Angé felt a little restrained.

This is not surprising. After all, what he has to do now is too important. He is ready to take up his knife and fight those masterminds in a revenge from hell!

Of course, this is not something that the original playboy and old gangster in a suit can afford.

"Get out of the way." Sihe rejected the script given by Angers decisively.

Cooperate and work together to defeat the mastermind.

This is a nice idea, but it does not fit the logic of the members of the Assassin's Guild, especially the Shadow Assassins.

"Huh." Angé did not make a move. He watched the Dead River turn and go away.

Uesugi Yue, who had been silent beside him, suddenly asked, "You actually know how to cooperate with others?"

"If it can give us a better chance of winning, why not cooperate?" Angé did not answer, but asked Uesugi Yue instead.

It's all about revenge, and cooperation is about increasing the possibility of winning.

“…You are truly the goddess of vengeance.”

"No, I am the God of Vengeance." Angé shook his head, turned his head to look in another direction, his eyes flickering.

"Aha, the arrangements are ready. It's time to go to the God's Burial Ground to meet those mixed-blood kings."

The half-blood king, Uesugi Yue, was silent. He put his hand on his forehead and said, "You are dragging me to my death."

"Your son is also one of the targets." "Son?" Uesugi Yue scratched his ear, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Minamoto no Chisei, Minamoto no Chinoyome, and Uesugi Erie, all of them are his children and are related by blood.

But in fact, they were like strangers who suddenly appeared, and Uesugi Yue had no so-called feeling of children at all, not even as good as the acquaintance Aga.

The birth of love cannot be simply covered by the four words "blood relationship".

There is no grace of raising, no love of caring and supporting each other, no companionship day after day, and suddenly one day someone jumps out and says that they are your parent/son or daughter, and then tells you to do this and that.

This is something so stupid that even a cerebral thrombosis cannot describe it. It is like putting your hand into a cesspool - the backs and palms of your hands are covered in shit.

"I don't think they are."

I acknowledge the blood relationship, they are my "children", but "children" and children are two different concepts.

"Besides this, is there anything else?" Uesugi Yue asked.

Ange was silent. He understood what Uesugi Yue meant.

He and Shangshan Yue had a tacit understanding. After a brief thought, Angers gave an accurate answer: "Chu Tianjiao got the results of the investigation. Charlotte Chen is one of the Chen family in China. The clue destination is in the city of Shilan."

"Shilan City, I understand."

After finishing the conversation, Ange and Uesugi Yue walked towards the direction of the God's Burial Place.

Inuyama He had already prepared tickets for them to enter the Nibelungen inside the God's Burial Ground. The road ahead was clear and they were just waiting for the two of them to officially enter.

At the same time, the world in front of Dead River changed.

Drops of water hit the ground, the sky was filled with dark clouds, and amidst the mighty thunder, the water vapor was moist, and it seemed that it was going to rain.

The sunlight around was dim, as if it had been taken away by something, but the light in front of him exuded not only warmth, but also solemnity and grandeur, just like... a pilgrim walking towards a temple.

In front of the temple, Sihe heard a voice.

It was like some giant beast stepped on the ground with its thick thighs, causing a thunderous sound.

As the surroundings became completely dark, the Nibelungen swallowed up the reality here, and it also appeared in front of the Dead River.

In the white light stood a horse as majestic as a mountain. It was clad in heavy armor with intricate metal patterns. Its white fur glowed like a crystal, and its eight strong legs were like the supports of a wheeled crane to stabilize the body of the horse.

It used its dark golden horseshoe to dig into the ground, leaving wounds on the hard road surface. There was a mask on its face, and after each thunderous neigh, tiny particles of lightning would spurt out of the metal nostrils on the mask.

A huge black shadow sat on the horseback, covered in heavy dark golden armor. The rain sprinkled on it, and the armor seemed to be covered with a layer of shimmer.

He held a curved spear in his hand, the arc of the spear body was like the trajectory of a meteor across the sky. On his iron-faced face, the only golden pupil illuminated the surroundings like a giant lamp.

——In Norse mythology, Odin, the chief god of the Asgard!
Needless to say, you will know his identity the moment you see him.

The power of the dragon superior cannot be described in words, as if it came from a noble ancient dragon.

"Odin." Dead River said the word calmly.

Just as the legend said, he rode on the eight-legged horse Sleipnir, carried the spear Gungnir made of branches of the World Tree, wore dark gold armor, a dark blue wind cloak, and had one eye!
The reappearance of the myth, the master of the Nibelung in Shilan City, or the majestic God-King recorded in history... the answer remains unknown.

Dead River looked towards Odin, with golden light rising in his eyes like stars, and in the deep sea, the beast opened its eyes.

The dark purple light carried the judgment of death, and the declaration seemed to be telling of the end of the world.

In Shilan City, Bai Mo is just an ordinary half-blood, but as the shadow assassin Si He, he has reached the status of a king.

The two kings faced off in the Nibelungen, and the atmosphere became serious.

Si He adjusted his breathing, feeling the pressure from the God King in front of him, and the dormant power in his body was mobilized.

Odin, at this moment, raised the arm holding the spear Gungnir. (End of this chapter)