Chapter 489, Blood and Flowers (9)

Such a scene is really unforgettable. Dozens of strange-looking frogmen slowly crawled out of the sea of ​​fire. They did not rush forward, but walked slowly, looking left and right slowly.

This scene looked very strange. It seemed that they had just woken up from sleep, were still a little confused, and were trying to figure out the situation. They were also like newborn babies, full of curiosity about the world around them.

Although these guys didn't seem to be in a good mood after waking up, Chu Zihang knew that they would not choose to find a place to go back to sleep after waking up.

The Spirit of Words·Jun Yan.

boom--

Word Spirit·Jun Yan——Word Spirit·Jun Yan——

The continuous dragon chanting almost made Chu Zihang's body temperature reach 50 degrees. Even with the support of dragon blood, he had to kneel on the ground. He didn't know where these monsters came from, or even who arranged them, but it was obvious that these things were not vegetarians. If he wanted to eat breakfast just after waking up, Chu Zihang felt that he might be that breakfast.

Chu Zihang has never been an idealist. When he thought of these things, he would do them. In this respect, he is very similar to Ling - he will never talk nonsense if he can take action.

Although the final words were not full of emotion, the effect was still good. At this moment, the church had completely turned into a sea of ​​fire. The heavy door of the church had been blown away by the expanding air pressure, and the fire was spreading outside.

Even the floor he was holding on to became scorching hot, hot enough to fry an egg in ten seconds. He finally hid behind a load-bearing column to avoid the rebound of the shock wave. This continuous flame, even if the flame itself was left aside, the shock wave was enough to roll a human body up to ten meters in the air.

Chu Zihang raised his head with great effort, but two seconds later his eyes suddenly regained their sharpness. He gritted his teeth and stood up holding 'Murasame'.

Looking back at the sea of ​​fire, I was surprised to find that the frogmen were slowly getting up.

The black rubber jackets they were wearing were not so tough. They were torn apart by the shock wave and burned by the flames, revealing their scaly, snake-like bodies underneath.

But after the rubber suits were burned, their true appearance was exposed: bodies covered with scales, heads covered with bone armor, some with high bulges on their backs to accommodate their astonishingly large muscles, some with reverse knee joints to form insect-like inverse joints, and some with high bulges on the back of their heads, probably to accommodate their huge brains.

For those who don’t know about the dragon clan, they might think that monsters from horror movies all over the world gathered here to have a party. But to Chu Zihang, it was obvious that this was a group of hybrids that were severely corroded by dragon blood. The directions of mutation were different, but all individuals were closer to dragons than anything he had ever seen in his life!
From time to time, an arc of electricity flashed in the church. This was the gas being ionized. Strong winds blew out from the cold storage, like a sharp blade cutting the surface. It seemed as if a jet fighter's turbine engine was hidden in the cold storage. The temperature fluctuated, and it felt like a winter and summer had passed in the blink of an eye.

It was elemental turbulence. In a larger space, elemental turbulence would usually manifest as abnormal climate, but in such a narrow space, it felt like all kinds of extreme climates were stuffed into this passage.

That makes sense.

The reason why we cannot contact the outside world is that the gathering and revival of these monsters caused elemental turbulence.

After crawling out of the fire, the strength of these monsters seemed to increase suddenly. Their mere wandering here would seriously affect the elemental balance in the surrounding space.

He didn't know what was going on, but he had a bad feeling that this was the true form of these frogmen. Just now, they seemed to have been added with some kind of limiter. Although their strength was terrifying, they were still reserved in their actions. Now the limiter had been removed, and these monsters could act recklessly from now on.

He figured out one thing. The reason why he was so eager to release the "Jun Yan" continuously was because there was a faint voice in his heart urging him to release the Word Spirit... Damn it! It was an order that a monster had forced into his mind. They had never intended to kill him from the beginning. Their goal was to use their Jun Yan to help them recover their mobility.

At this point, Chu Zihang didn't know how to end the situation. His most powerful weapon was 'Jun Yan', a word spirit that was dangerous enough to be monitored by the academy.

However, it seems that his words not only have no effect, but will make these frogmen more sober.

He didn't know what to do.

But the frogmen obviously did not give him enough time to think. A hoarse chanting sound came from the darkness, using some ancient and solemn language, like a monk in an ancient temple opening a long-sealed scripture.

At this moment, the air in the sealed church suddenly vibrated violently. The dense yellow-orange flames like spider webs were stirred, spinning at high speed like a whirlpool. The marble slabs that had covered the ground for who knows how many years turned into powder, rose up slowly, and were sucked into the whirlpool of flames.

These monsters can not only tear beasts apart with their bare hands, they can also use Word Spirits! A powerful offensive Word Spirit is being released, and its serial number should be extremely high, because Chu Zihang has no idea what kind of Word Spirit it is - its level is so high that it is close to unknown!

The chanting sound went from hoarse to high-pitched, and then turned into a loud sound like a bell. Every note was like thunder falling. Human beings should not be able to make such a terrifying sound.

But what was being released were not the offensive words that Chu Zihang thought. The frogmen just kept chanting. The loud muttering carried an unparalleled majesty, overwhelming him and pressing down on him. He dared not breathe and felt like his heart was about to stop.

It's like a huge spirit standing tall and speaking to you condescendingly. Those words are pressing down from above the clouds, forcing you to surrender.

This word spirit sounded somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before... Chu Zihang suddenly remembered that everyone in Kassel Academy had experienced this word spirit - the "Emperor" of word spirit.

This is a supreme word spirit, exclusive to the Black King. But it does not have any terrifying effects, not like the "Zhulong" of the King of Bronze and Fire, which can heat the entire river to boiling, nor like the "Shiva Karma Dance" of the King of Earth and Mountains, which can cause regional earthquakes. Its purpose is to call all the descendants of the Black King, including those mixed-bloods carrying the Black King's bloodline.

In the ancient times when dragons ruled the earth, when the Black King issued a high-pitched or terrifying voice from his mountain-like throne, the "Emperor" Word Spirit would spread to all corners of the earth at the speed of sound, sweeping across the mountains and the sea, from Europe to Asia without attenuation. Wherever this voice reached, his descendants and ministers knelt one after another, and even the unruly kings had to lower their noble heads. It could be used to convey orders, but more often it was used to express the Black King's anger and majesty. The Black King used this voice that could shake the whole world to remind all his descendants that he was still alive, and that the traitors would be mercilessly punished by him even across the sea.

The only exceptions are the descendants of the White King, who are immune to the Black King's roar.

But the Black King was already dead, and the word "Emperor" had long been buried with him.

The "Emperor" Word Spirit used by Kassel College in the entrance examination is not a real Word Spirit. It is a simulation of the "Emperor" Word Spirit with the help of an ancient alchemy product whose craftsmanship has long been lost. Its effect is minimal, and it is just to awaken the dormant dragon bloodline.

However, what sounded in their ears at this moment was a real spiritual word. It was chanted in unison by these frogmen, and the entire cold storage resonated with it, as if the demons were trapped in a huge bell, and the monks were surrounding it, chanting spells to suppress the demons.

Why bother?
Any one of them could tear Chu Zihang apart with bare hands, so why go through so much trouble?

A flash of inspiration came to Chu Zihang's mind, and he suddenly understood that the frogmen's target was not him, and the word spirit was not prepared for him. Their target was to capture another guest here. But now the flames distorted the air and blocked his sight. Chu Zihang could not see the situation inside. The frogmen seemed to be preparing for the capture, and he was just unlucky to be implicated.

Think of this.

Chu Zihang put away Murasame and ran away.

He had exhausted all the means he could use, and it seemed to work well, at least the other party was no longer sleepy. He was not stupid, and knew that if he continued to stay here, he would probably die. He did not have the stubbornness of a so-called master, so he immediately planned to retreat from the back door of the church.

At this time, the monsters in the sea of ​​fire had discovered their target. They no longer wandered aimlessly, but walked straight towards them, faster and faster. The next moment, they rushed over like wild beasts. Some of them even ran on all fours, and the one with reverse-jointed legs jumped like a mantis.

Chu Zihang tried his best to close the iron door of the confessional, and the next moment his sharp claws pierced through the iron door. For this kind of monster, any obstacle is only temporary for them, and steel is a soft material that can be torn apart by bare hands.

Chu Zihang came out into the outside world through the back door of the confessional.

A few seconds later, with a loud chanting, the majestic tower completely turned into a sea of ​​fire. The scorching air gushed out, and the small bell tower from the bottom floor to the top floor was burning. After a moment, the building seemed to have turned into something like a burning gasoline tank. From the outside, every angle was wrapped in flames.

A certain monster released a powerful word spirit that controlled the element of fire, turning the church into a steel furnace with an incredibly wide range.

Chu Zihang stared at the scene blankly, as if he was frightened.

A moment later, like the collapse of a skyscraper, the church, which cost huge amounts of money to maintain every year, finally couldn't bear it and began to collapse. Huge rocks fell burning, and red-hot debris splashed everywhere, landing on the grass and igniting another area.

……

in the other direction.

Gunfire set the entire dark campus on fire. Thousands of live bullets hit the dragon's body. He had lost the power of words to command metal and could only use his back and wings to block. The students kept changing magazines until they were all empty. They did not dare to stop. In such a violent barrage of bullets, the dragon always stood firm and did not fall down.

Old Tang also looked at him, looking at his face. The dragon was damaged like a rotten corpse nailed to a cross, with countless transparent bullet holes. No matter how flexible his dragon bones were, after losing the power of the Word Spirit, they were just a good material. All the bones and joints on the open membrane wings were shattered into powder and were falling piece by piece.

He no longer shone with brilliance, but turned into a bleak gray. He smiled tiredly at Old Tang, "Brother..."

……

The blazing flames surrounded his body and rose into the night sky. The flames exploded high in the sky, as if a pair of wings were spreading there.

"The Dragon Cross, the Dragon King Norton, has finally revealed his true form of anger," Principal Angers drank the Martini in his glass in the church bell tower. "Listen to his cry, which is soaked in years of loneliness and pain. It... no, it is him, who has completely resurrected as the soul of a martyr."

"Ange, you already know that among the four great dragon monarchs, there are twins sitting on each throne. With your ability, couldn't you realize that the 'cargo' sent in just now was the brother who escaped from the sealed copper jar and fell in the Lop Nur Desert eighty years ago? You could have easily wiped him out, but you didn't. What exactly are you going to do?" asked the old cowboy.

"I'm tired of it." The principal said lightly.

"What are you tired of? The life of slaying a dragon, or yourself."

"It's both. I have lived for more than a hundred years, and thanks to the gift of dragon blood, I am still alive. Over the past hundred years, all my friends have died, leaving only you, an old man. We are two rare flowers in Kassel Academy that should have withered long ago, but we are still standing here, drinking martinis, letting the resurrected blood of the Dragon King splash on our hands." The principal looked at his hands.

"Because the younger generation has not yet taken on the responsibility of protecting this world. The leader of the new generation that we have been waiting for has not yet arrived." The old cowboy was silent for a while. "Lu Mingfei, do you think highly of that kid? Does he have hope?"

"I don't know yet. In the past hundred years, there have been more than one or two young people as talented as him, but new stars keep falling, and we two old guys are still alive." The principal said, "I can't wait any longer, Leonardo, I can't wait any longer. I have to do what I should do in the remaining time and resolve this war between humans and dragons once and for all."

"You want to destroy the dragons... rather than constantly prevent them from awakening?"

"Yes, I will kill the four monarchs!"

The old cowboy was silent for a while. "According to the Norse mythology, fate begins with Urd, is measured by Beeldandi, and will eventually be cut by the scissors of Skordi. At the end of human history, the Black King Nidhogg will return. He is despair and hell, and will cover the sky with his wings full of human bones. He is Skordi's scissors. On the day of his revenge, even if you are Odin, you step out of your palace with an invincible spear, and you will only embark on a road of no return. In the past hundred years, haven't we believed in such prophecies? We can only delay that day, but we can't change the ending. Because fate is called fate because it cannot be changed." He paused, "And now, do you want to change your fate?"

The principal nodded. "To kill the Dragon King, we have to force them into a corner and force them to risk their almost eternal lives and fight humans to the end."

"out on a limb?"

"Yes, I will force them to a point where they have no way out," the principal whispered. "For eternal life, as long as we survive, there is always hope. How can we have no way out?"

“When your loved ones are killed and you no longer want to live, there’s no way out.” The old cowboy sighed.

"Those dragon bone crosses burning in the sky will be their tombstones!"

The principal made a call, "Norma, how is the situation at the church?"

"My calculations seem to be wrong."

"What do you mean?"

At this moment that should have been a time of celebration, Angers had a bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)