Chapter 492, Blood and Flowers (11)

The gunshots were like thunder, and dense bullets came from both sides. The students who had received battlefield training hid behind the buildings on both sides of the lawn and made perfect cross-fire. Both groups were equipped with M4 guns, and the 5.56mm steel core bullets were fired at a rate of 900 rounds per minute. The magazines were emptied in an instant, and they immediately replaced the magazines and continued to fire.

In Cassel's view, the bullet had indeed hit the figure. However, the bullet did not cause any casualties to the figure, nor did it explode like it would if it hit a hard substance. Instead, it was as if the bullet had rebelled after contacting the opponent. The direction of the bullet changed instantly, swirling around the figure, and then merging into the orange and black sphere. To be honest, the decisiveness of regretting at the last minute made people collectively think of a familiar figure - Finkel von Frings.

Bullets, hurricanes, lightning...all converged in the same way.

But the strange sphere always remained that size. Even when a certain "Immortal" released a powerful fire word and almost smashed a full-power steel furnace at it, the effect was the same.

Hot, fast, uncontrollable...all real objects seemed unable to escape the attraction of the sphere, as if there was something hidden inside to lure them, causing them to collectively choose to turn against the sphere and gather inside.

More and more of them gathered, and the warheads hit them in vain, like moths flying into a flame.

Amidst the dull sound of explosions, dozens of smoke trails moved towards the figure. They used the 4mm rifle grenade configured for the M40 family of guns, the explosive power of which could destroy an infantry fighting vehicle with a direct hit.

The figure did not move. The howitzer exploded extremely sensitively, and steel pieces and flames flew everywhere, but it only lasted for a moment. The fire and steel quickly twisted and deformed in the air and merged into the sphere again.

The students who witnessed this scene could only catch a glimpse of the flames with their golden eyes, illuminating their faces for a moment before returning to darkness and silence in the next instant.

Susie looked at this scene in shock and couldn't help but take a half step back.

"Norma, bullets and grenades are useless to him."

Chu Zihang also witnessed all this, holding his cell phone.

In the ruined church, Chu Zihang and the figure looked at each other from a distance, and he saw the boy's face again. In the midst of the gunfire and the bombardment of the Word Spirit, there was not even a trace of black on the boy's face.

"I see. So far, it seems that only spiritual words can work on him. If he can give orders to the words and bullets he recovered earlier, retreat immediately before he releases them!"

"Can I ask a question?"

"You rarely raise questions during missions, so please ask, student Chu Zihang from the A-level academy."

"Is he the Dragon King? Or... the Dragon Emperor?"

In fact, Chu Zihang had guessed that the other party might belong to the tribe of Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, which could explain the ineffectiveness of metal and fire against each other. But after seeing so many words fall on deaf ears, this guess had to be overturned again. The domain of the King of Bronze and Fire only controls "metal" and "fire elements". Such control of the entire domain naturally made Chu Zihang think of a name...

Of course, if that were the case, Chu Zihang would not have hesitated during the mission.

The main reason why he stopped at this juncture was because he saw a familiar expression on the boy's face - an expression of suppressed anger.

No matter what, the impression left by the other party when they first met was "restrained". Chu Zihang certainly didn't trust the other party so easily, so even when he was trying to communicate with the outside world, he was always paying attention. That's why he found that the other party was also looking at him.

What surprised Chu Zihang was that this kind of scrutiny was not the kind of observation that should appear on the battlefield, but the kind of scrutiny that one would often receive when walking on the street. If anything, the other party was even more curious in some ways.

At this moment, the expression on the face of this reserved and somewhat lazy boy was gone.

It was the kind of expression that had no expression at all.

Indifference without any sadness or joy.

"I'm sorry, student Chu Zihang, I don't know the answer to this question either. What I can tell you is that the bloodline knot has no reaction on him. In theory, he should be an ordinary person. But as you can see, ordinary people can't do what is happening right now. Do you have any questions?"

"that's all, thanks."

"Good luck, student Chu Zihang."

Word spirit, blood bond.

Serial number: 02
Abe Haruaki's introduction: The releaser increases his sensitivity to bloodline perception and searches for people with dragon blood in a huge space. When the word spirit is released, the releaser's own bloodline is awakened first, and he tries to resonate with the surrounding dragons and hybrids with his own bloodline to locate the other party. The releaser can produce mysterious hallucinations and see red threads connecting himself and other individuals with dragon blood, even if the other party is far away or blocked from vision.

Therefore, you can basically not go wrong with the bloodline.

Chu Zihang turned off his phone.

While he was communicating with Norma, the students present were waiting with their breath held low. As soon as he put down his phone, the girl closest to him asked.

"He's not the King of Bronze and Fire, is he?" Susie asked.

"No."

"Then the real Dragon King should..."

Phew—bang!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—bang, bang, bang!

Should it be called a coincidence or not? When Susie was about to say something else, several balls of yellow flames suddenly rose into the sky from the direction of the western mountain top.

I just can't believe it - someone would actually set off fireworks at this time? Do they think the flames here aren't enough to look at?

Even as they thought so, the flames rising up into the sky from the bottom of the mountain were a fact, like backward shooting stars. They were flower seeds scattered in the sky, blooming wantonly in the darkness, purple sun-like dandelions, falling green spider plants, red and gold interwoven roses, white dahlias... Even though it was inappropriate, this overly luxurious scene left them speechless. In a short moment, the night sky was turned into a flower basket.

The answer to this question will soon be available.

The last huge firework shell rose into the sky, and at the highest point, it exploded. Purple, lake green, water blue, moon white, light yellow... various colors of light spelled out the words "NoNo, HappyBirthday!" on the huge golden background.

Different from Susie’s focus, when Susie saw the line of words expressing her understanding of the “Fuck”, Chu Zihang quickly knocked her to the ground.

The figure on the ruins also looked up in that direction. The dim firelight illuminated half of his face. The fireworks did not seem to change his mood, because he raised one hand, as if preparing to do something. The power beyond human understanding has been witnessed in that figure. This is the first time they have seen the other side counterattack, and everyone feels the pressure.

Su Si, who was knocked down, also reacted instantly. She and Chu Zihang raised their heads and yelled at the same time.

"Everyone take shelter!!!"*2
That power was released.

It was like a force eight typhoon sweeping through, with a wind tornado as surging as a tidal wave radiating from one point towards the fireworks, carrying a powerful shock wave.

The church was located dozens of meters away from the nearest students. Even so, those students who reacted too slowly and failed to find leverage were still swept by the strong wind and blown several meters high... If the hurricane had not been so fast and headed straight into the distant sky, these people would probably have been blown up to an unknown height in the sky.

The specialists surrounding the figure all changed their previous fierce looks and lay prone on the ground, grabbing the strongest objects around them to stabilize their bodies.

Chu Zihang grabbed Susie with one hand and protected the back of her head with the other hand. His ears felt as if there was a hair dryer blowing at full power, mixed with the sound of the windbreaker exploding when it was blown.

After the hurricane dissipated, nothing was left in the dozens of meters around that person. The place where the figure stood was originally full of broken walls and ruins, but now all the rubble was gone, as if someone had carefully cleaned it up. Only the black color of the soil remained on the ground.

The student holding the grenade launcher stared blankly in the direction of the hurricane.

The student who could obtain the "launch grenade" in this kind of mission was naturally an excellent elite in the Lionheart Club, and he certainly would not be scared by the hurricane. In the strong wind, he even had the mind to look at the direction of the tornado.

In his field of vision, the words "NoNo, HappyBirthday!" were dazzlingly displayed in the sky at a height of several hundred meters. The next second, it was as if a black water pipe poured in, and as the tornado exploded, the beautiful font seemed to fall into the water, twisted and deformed, and then turned into star-like fire.

Just because... you don't like fireworks? Just for this reason, you can make such a big fuss?

The students were sweating profusely.

"Forrest!!!"

"Varied--"

He was startled by the loud roar of the president Chu Zihang, and then he remembered that he was still in the war. After recovering from the shock, Forrest wanted to turn his head to look at the president, but his neck froze in the middle of turning -

The boy with black hair and black eyes was almost nose to nose with him. In front of him, the other person's black hair seemed to be still flying back due to the intense movement, but his eyes had already locked onto him and they had completed a close-up eye contact.

From behind the boy, Forrest saw the president draw his sword and leap up. This was the first time he could clearly see the president's swordsmanship...

sieve--

Forrest flew backwards with his abdomen first. His head, hands, and feet were all suspended in the air because they could not keep up with the inertia of flying backwards, and flew sideways like a shrimp.

……

Cut off the cassock!
This is the neon sword technique that Chu Zihang spontaneously learned after leaving the Children's Palace.

The sword is held high above the head and chopped down from top to bottom with an unstoppable momentum. It gets its name because the direction of the chop is exactly the same as the way the robes are worn.

This sword technique is a powerful and heavy move. Because the sword is held high, the abdomen will be exposed to the opponent. If the opponent chooses to use the weapon to pierce his chest first, the user will not be able to resist, but he can still split the opponent's body at this cost.

Chu Zihang leaped several meters, and the dragon bone in his body made three or four crisp sounds on the way up. His heart beat violently to supply blood to him in his current state.

There was a violent outburst!

Blood Rage is a technique recreated by the first generation of the Lionheart Society to enhance their own bloodline. The principle of this technique is not to enhance the genes of the dragon race, but to deliberately weaken the genes of humans with willpower.

For a dragon hybrid, there are two spirits in his mind, one human and one dragon. In the conflicting personalities, the human personality is always dominant because the gene ratio is higher. Only special groups can suppress the main personality while retaining it, thus releasing the second personality. At this time, not only the spirit changes, but the dragon genes also seem to be able to sense this change and become active. All the hidden characteristics of the dragon in the body are activated, and the dragon genes begin to modify the human genes. This is the theoretical basis of "blood violence".

This is a taboo technique, blood burst, that is, the dragon genes that become active during the blood burst are irreversible. During the process of dragon genes becoming active, the user will feel more dragon thoughts. Of course, the proportion of dragon blood in the body will also increase. When the dragon blood proportion exceeds the critical blood limit, the user will lose consciousness and become a deadpool.

In short, Chu Zihang started bleeding profusely as soon as the battle started, strictly speaking, before the direct fighting even began.

He had to.

Chu Zihang saw how the figure moved, and even if he saw it, he couldn't stop it, and it was too late to stop it. In his judgment, it was a kind of action similar to "flying close to the ground" that relied purely on brute force, just using the power of the feet to push the ground. This kind of power is something that he, or humans, cannot do.

And his speed was extremely fast, like an arrow shot from a bow. In the blink of an eye, the boy had already appeared in Forrest's position, with his lower body lowered, his left foot forward, his right foot two steps behind, and his left hand in a punching posture - that is, he punched over his head. He was the only one left to maintain the previous action.

The gold in his eyes has penetrated the cover of the beauty contact lenses, and the eyeballs that originally belonged to humans have changed into vertical pupils, which are the eyes of a wild beast.

The golden eyes stared at the boy below, and the 'Murasame' in his hand felt the master's determination and shook Weng Ming in the wind.

The semicircular silver arc is like blooming moonlight.

There was no blood spurting, no swords clashing.

The boy dodged the determined blow with the smallest movement - just changing to sideways from the downward motion of his punch.

After a buzzing sound, Chu Zihang, whose sword missed, jumped back quickly.

At the same time, he placed 'Murasame' horizontally in front of him without hesitation. He had completed this series in the air while jumping backwards, without any signs, relying solely on intuition.

He fulfilled it.

The boy caught up in the air, and Chu Zihang saw his face clearly from a close distance. There were no golden eyes!
Snap——

Silver light splashed everywhere, and the black boot sank into his chest. Part of the shattered 'Murasame' also penetrated into his body along the force of the sole.

(End of this chapter)