Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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But just now, he didn't see any extra traces. Angers did it as casually as if he had just killed a cat.

The Deadpool's corpse on the rooftop was motionless. The folding knife in Angers' hand was made entirely of the Philosopher's Stone, which was highly poisonous to all dragons, hybrids, and even Deadpools.

However, this is not the truly important aspect of this sword. The Philosopher's Stone is refined from pure spiritual elements, and compared to steel, it was once fragile and would often shatter at the slightest touch.

Therefore, in modern times, people tend to turn them into bullets rather than swords, increasing their lethality through speed.

However, Angers' folding knife is different. Compared to other relatively fragile "Philosopher's Stones," what is remarkable is that it has been made hard through alchemy, making it a weapon that can go head-to-head with the Dragon King.

The raw material for this knife is the longsword passed down in the family of the legendary dragon slayer Menek Cassel. After he fought the Dragon King, the longsword shattered into pieces.

Subsequently, Angers, who inherited the Kassel family's status, asked his old friend, his mentor "Flameme," to remelt the fragments and forge this folding knife.

Through Angers' hands, he personally tested the folding knife's potent toxicity to third-generation and even second-generation species.

As for the Dragon King, Angers was unsure. The shadow of "Li Wuyue" had long loomed over him, and he couldn't say whether the thousand-year-old Dragon King was dead or had escaped.

If he dies, will he still have a chance for revenge?

If he escaped, where has he been for the past hundred years?

Angers drew his folding knife and tucked it into his sleeve, but there was no sign of relief on his face. He looked ahead and said calmly:

"That must be the Odin you were talking about!"

Chapter 76 The Man Who Wields a Sword Against the Gods

The rain had stopped, but a damp chill still lingered on the elevated road.

Occasionally, a puddle of water appears, like a broken mirror, reflecting the dim light of the sky on the edge of the city. The air is filled with a mottled and indescribable atmosphere, as if hiding countless unspeakable secrets.

At the end of the bridge, Odin, the king of the gods, stood majestically. He was no ordinary being; his dark gold armor covered his entire body perfectly, engraved with ancient and majestic patterns, as if telling a long-standing legend.

He wore a golden mask, and the crimson-gold pupils on it were still terrifying even from a great distance. The mask bore a sinister, ambiguous smile, as if mercilessly mocking the humans rushing towards him.

He gripped the long spear, Gungnir, which resembled a withered branch, tightly in his hand. The tip of the spear exuded a sense of predetermined destiny, and even from a distance, it was enough to make one's heart tremble, as if the giant hand of fate had gently gripped one's throat.

Chu Zihang gripped his longsword tightly, his gaze sharp as he stared at the distant God King. The Divine Sword Murasame within him seemed to sense the impending tension.

The bloodlust value began to climb steadily from that moment on, first degree, second degree, third degree...

From the heart of a lion to the heart of a tyrannical dragon, the desperate methods of ancient times reappeared before Chu Zihang's eyes. His reason gradually crumbled, but his hatred for his enemies remained.

The domain of the Word of Power: Monarch's Flame remained still, focused on the longsword in his hand.

Angers took a deep breath, turned his head slightly, and said softly to Chu Zihang and Chen Motong beside him, "Prepare to get off the bus."

Angers gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force, as if they might shatter at any moment.

The accelerator was slammed to the floor, and the tires splashed through the water like a wild horse, instantly creating a large curtain of murky water. The car's speed not only did not decrease at all, but even increased wildly.

The engine's original roar now seemed to have transformed into a kind of hysterical scream, as if it had been ignited by death and madness.

This sports car, weighing a full 3 tons, resolutely transformed into a missile heading to its doom, its target being the god-king standing before it like a deity.

No one expected that he would plan to jump out of the Maserati, which was traveling at nearly 500 kilometers per hour.

Neither Chu Zihang nor Chen Motong seemed to want to stop it, as if they were already prepared to face whatever came their way.

Just the next second.

Angers opened his domain, and the Word of Power - Time Zero covered the sports car traveling at over 500 kilometers per hour. Time moved as slowly as a snail in the eyes of the three of them.

"Enough with the small talk, Chu Zihang, Nuonuo, prepare to jump out of the car. At this distance, it should be safe, at least enough to avoid Odin."

Chen Motong's face was grim, but she didn't say much. She knew that she was nothing compared to these freaks in front of her, and simply nodded.

Chu Zihang remained silent, still gazing at Odin in the distance. He gently stroked the Murasame in his hand, his hands, now covered in dragon scales, scorched with heat.

The heat of the Lord's Flame converged in this alchemical longsword, compressing the domain that could originally extend five meters into the range of the longsword. Even the dragon scales that grew on his hands could not block the scorching heat.

This was the first time he had achieved something like this.

He didn't look at Angers; his golden eyes were fixed on Odin in the distance, filled with hatred. "Headmaster, I've been waiting for this day for many years."

He touched his heart; it was beating at almost three times the normal rate. "I don't want to wait any longer. I'm afraid I won't have that time."

He slashed open the roof of the car, then placed the long sword on his waist and made an "iaido" motion. He took a deep breath and silently recalled the scene when Chu Tianjiao swung his sword at the god. It must have been just as magnificent!

“Okay.” Angers replied after only a second of silence, his eyes full of appreciation.

The sports car drew closer and closer to the God King, and a gust of wind swept towards the three of them.

Chen Motong remained silent, looking at the two people in front of him, and deeply realized his own weakness.

Angers instructed, "Nono, you..."

He couldn't continue. He was the one who brought Chen Motong here, but he didn't know if he could still get her out, or if he himself could get out alive.

"Principal, I will be careful."

Chen Motong said softly that she couldn't jump out of the car in advance, because that would cause her to leave the zero-time zone in an instant, and then be completely smashed into a pile of mud due to inertia.

It can't be too late either, otherwise we'll face the explosion when the sports car collides with the god-king.

Both he and Angers Chuzihang knew that it was impossible to kill Odin with just a sports car; the real battle with swords had only just begun.

At that time, the danger had only just begun.

Ang nodded and turned his gaze forward.

The God-King remained unmoved, his eyes filled with contempt for these humans charging towards his throne, as if they were nothing more than insignificant ants.

The impact was instantaneous, without any probing or utterance, only the purest and most extreme outburst of violence.

"Boom!" The metal car body collided violently with some invisible domain. The sound was not just the sound of metal twisting, but also a terrifying roar like a mountain rock collapsing.

The front of the Maserati was instantly dented and hollowed out, compressed and crumpled in a terrifying manner, followed by a "crack" sound, and at the same time, an explosion rang out, sending up a cloud of black smoke.

Just a second before, Chen Motong had already jumped off the speeding sports car.

She turned around and saw a crimson flash of light pierce through the black smoke.

That's Chu Zihang.

He leaped high into the air, and the village rain in his hand flashed a cold arc of light, reflecting a crimson rainbow.

He passed through the seemingly invisible "royal domain" surrounding the God King.

The hilt of the sword slashed straight at the God-King's face armor.

Only then did the God-King raise the spear in his hand.

"boom!"

This was the second explosion.

Just as the Divine Sword Murasame clashed with Gungnir, the ultimate concentrated power of the Word of Power, King's Flame, began to erupt.

The blade actually sliced ​​through the mythical spear in two.

Chu Zihang's hand holding the knife remained steady, his expression unchanged despite the broken spear. He simply roared out the hatred he had accumulated over four years.

"Odin."

The golden mask shattered and split in two, revealing the true face beneath.

The moment he saw the true face beneath the mask, Chu Zihang's pupils constricted, and the blade he forcibly twisted struck the mount beneath the God King.

In an instant, the head of the eight-legged god horse Sleipnir fell to the ground.

Odin crashed to the ground.

Chapter 77 The Puppet Under the Mask

With a clang, Mai Shude easily tore apart the figure of another Death Servant in front of them.

The two small katanas in her hands gleamed, seemingly capable of cleaving the air, their blades covered in jet-black blood.

With a flick of her wrist, blood dripped from the blade onto the ground, splashing and corroding the floor with the black Deadpool blood.

She turned around and saw three people—two men and a woman—casually following her downstairs, their hands empty and making no move.

They had now reached the 40th floor.

Of the four, only she, who defected halfway through, was the most dedicated.

Even though the female ninja had undergone the most brutal training camp, seeing this scene still brought a pang of sadness to her heart, like that of a working-class person.

She looked at the three people: one was the ultimate being in the world mentioned by the "boss," another was someone even the "boss" was very wary of, and the third was one of the four monarchs of the dragon race.

Of the three, Lu Mingfei was timid and cautious, avoiding the monsters around him. He had been suppressed by these Dead Servants along the way, which prevented him from witnessing their ferocity.

Having come this far, seeing these Deadpools with broken arms and legs yet remaining silent and relentlessly tearing at him, if it weren't for the female ninja ahead, Lu Mingfei estimated that he would have been eaten by these monsters long ago.

But seeing how hungry they've been for so long, I guess I'm just... in their eyes.

Tasty?

Lu Mingfei suddenly became a bit off-track.

Jiude Mai sighed deeply, rubbing her forehead. It seemed that the "ultimate" goal the "boss" had mentioned was out of reach.

She looked at Xiaolongnu again. Xia Mi was skipping around, looking here and there, seemingly at ease, but she didn't seem to want to help at all.

On the contrary, after seeing the bloody scratch on her arm, Jiude Mai clearly saw Xiaolongnu laughing even more happily, and her hand holding Wang Anzhi swayed back and forth.

This made Mai Shude feel a pang of anxiety, realizing that she really couldn't place her hopes on Xiaolongnu's "kind heart".

Then she looked at Wang Anzhi, who was also extremely mysterious in the "boss's" words. He was very secretive and did not reveal his background to them.

This is very rare. You know, even Xiaolongnu's identity was casually revealed to them by the "boss," without any concealment.

However, this precisely illustrates the greatness of his background.

It was he who forced her to call him "Big Brother," which was simply a joke. She had graduated from the University of Tokyo a few years ago, yet now she had to call a young boy who hadn't even gone to university "Big Brother."

Shame!

Wine Virtue Mai

"Mai, you're injured." Wang Anzhi noticed the wound on Mai's arm and asked with great concern.

"Hmm." Mai Shude gave a curt reply, then asked in confusion, "By the way, why didn't you continue to tell those Deadpools not to attack us? Didn't you do that on the way here?"