Chapter 425: Give Coconut Juice City a Little Shock

"Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War!"

The Sword King stared at the pitch-black screen, muttering this familiar yet distant name, with cold sweat on his forehead.

His throat rolled up and down, and his clenched fingers had unknowingly become completely stiff and unable to move.

Long-lost memories are reviving.

He suddenly remembered this unique and amusing name, and the devil-like man.

"Fifth Brother."

The Sword King muttered to himself incoherently.

“I remember it now. I remember it all.”

"Ha, it's you."

This extreme gaffe quickly attracted the attention of other MPs.

"Do you know him?" a voice asked anxiously. "Damn it, who is this guy? And what's with this dragon?"

He was the congressman who joined last and the one who had spoken rudely before.

For him, his position is the most unstable and may be replaced by a stronger person at any time.

So, he was very panicked.

There was no trace of the previous disdain and arrogance on his face now, and even the sinister look in his eyes had disappeared a lot.

Instead, there was only panic and horror.

The appearance of a real dragon in the land of absolute spirituality is really too much of a challenge to one's psychological quality!

This is simply impossible!

A true dragon, a creature that needs to absorb and exhale a large amount of spiritual energy for every move, should have a hard time moving in this place. How could it possibly have the terrifying power to destroy an entire mixed mechanized force with a single blow!

The Sword King did not respond to his meaning. His eyes revealed nostalgia and recollection of the past, and the corners of his mouth were strangely raised, outlining a smile.

"The Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War, the man who recited the Analects while laughing heartily, wielding his fists to slaughter monsters, the reckless man who single-handedly slashed through the monster base. How could I possibly forget him?"

“Those were good times.”

That was his memory not long after he became a superhuman, a past that he could never return to.

Hundreds of years have almost erased his memory, leaving only a trace of beauty that was sealed away deep in his soul, the figure that he once hoped would appear again to save him in despair.

"Unfortunately, although we were destined to meet again, we missed each other by hundreds of years. If it were you, then everything would make sense. Just like before, nothing could stop you."

The Sword King leaned back, staring blankly at the sky, smiling strangely.

"Fuck the goddess of fate, you're such a bitch."

"King of Swords, why is this happening?"

Zulong, dressed in a black imperial robe, had a calm expression, and his eagle-like sharp eyes shot straight at him.

"If you have any history with that person, please feel free to tell me. With this person's incredible talent, I can negotiate with the gods to spare him from reincarnation, grant him special privileges, and grant him a special position."

Hearing this, the Sword King suddenly burst into laughter, shaking his head as he laughed: "It's meaningless. He won't accept anything here. The only thing he will do is rush over with a smirk and punch you in the head, calling it a beautiful way of saying that martial virtue is also virtue and physics is also reason. He is trying to win people over with virtue and reason."

"I have granted him immortality and special privileges, so why not?" Zulong was not angry. Instead, he asked in a deep voice, "You outsiders are trapped here. Your former great power has all dissipated. Is there anything else you can rely on?"

The Sword God spread his hands and said, "I don't know. Maybe there is. Who knows? When I first met him, I was just a D+ rank player praying to the gods for advancement. At that time, he was just a newbie participating in a dungeon for the first time."

"Or maybe... He doesn't have any special leverage at all. He's just simply too strong, strong enough to easily defeat everyone here. So he decided to confront us and call it quits."

Better than all of us?

Zulong frowned slightly.

Such words are too absurd.

Even if he really brought in some power unique to outsiders, the kind called "supernatural", so what?

He is just a human being. Even if he can transform into a creature like a dragon, he is just a body of flesh and blood.

How can it survive under the saturation artillery bombardment of sufficient intensity?

Moreover

I am just a mere mortal, how can I compare to the omnipotent God!

What does the other party rely on?

Zulong fell into deep thought.

But the conference room had already exploded.

It was as noisy as a high-level meeting in Huaguo Mountain.

The Sword God's voice trembled slightly. "You said this person was matched with you when you were still at D+ level, and he was only participating in his first dungeon at that time? Are you crazy, or is the system crazy?"

"That's the truth, believe it or not."

The Sword King shrugged, rested his head on his hands, and crossed his legs on the table.

An expression that says "I've arranged it, do whatever you want."

"I can tell you responsibly that not only was he in the first match, but mine was also a qualifying match. You can figure out how valuable that match is. Anyway, I think with that guy's strength, it would have been simpler to just throw himself in and get killed."

"He was able to crush me when I was just a D-, a D+. Now he's an S+, almost a god. So what's the point of me playing? I'll just surrender. I can die peacefully before I die, if he still remembers a nobody like me."

After realizing who Lu Wenwu was, the Sword King lost the courage to fight him.

It really started.

It seemed that in his heart, Lu Wenwu was the completely insurmountable mountain and the sea of ​​suffering that he could never cross.

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible, it's simply a fantasy!"

The burly god glared at him with an expression as if he wanted to eat someone.

"In the first dungeon, you ranked D and advanced to the C advanced trial. Do you know what this means? Do you know how high a hidden score is required? There are only a handful of people like that even within the scope of Blue Star. How could we not have heard of them?"

“Never heard of it? Haha.”

The Sword King seemed to have thought of something funny and burst into laughter again. He laughed so hard that he was out of breath and had a stomachache.

He squinted his eyes and looked at his colleagues who were looking at each other in confusion, his eyes becoming more and more weird.

"How could you not have heard of him? You should have heard of him. Most of you should have seen him. He was once very famous."

"Back then, he suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Amidst the barrage of mockery, it was easy for just one man and one dog. Oh, by the way, where's Maomao? Why don't I seem to see him?"

"Maomao? What is that?" the burly man asked in a muffled voice.

The Sword God gestured with his hand. "It's a golden retriever. Maomao is the dog's name. It's very close to Lu Wenwu. Don't underestimate it. That dog is also very powerful. The role it played in the dungeon was slightly stronger than mine."

"I think you're fucking crazy. It's just a stinky dog. It existed before, but it's probably dead now. The life radar only detected one signal." The strong man sneered disdainfully. "You're boosting others' ambitions and destroying your own prestige. The next time a newcomer comes, you old man should step aside as soon as possible."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes. If you say yes, then it's fine. When the fist hits your head, don't cry out in pain or call for help."

The Sword God spoke more and more presumptuously, and his whole body was filled with a sense of gangsterism.

"Oh yeah, you bastard probably won't even have the chance to cry out in pain. That guy's going to hit your head with one punch. Your head will probably be blown apart. Haha! I can't wait to see this scene!"

"You old bastard, are you tired of living? I..."

"Shut up!"

Zulong shouted harshly.

In an instant, the originally noisy conference room suddenly fell silent, leaving only the Sword God still lazily leaning on his chair, looking nonchalant.

Zulong stood up, supporting himself on the table with both hands, and said in a deep voice, "Now that things have come to this, there is no point in saying more. With a powerful enemy at hand, we should not fight among ourselves! If you have any good ideas, please feel free to speak up."

"You guys discuss yourselves. I'll leave my command to you. Don't worry about me. I don't want to do anything. I just want to quietly enjoy his performance."

The Sword God took out an eye patch from somewhere and put it on his eyes, then waved his hand casually.

"Call me when the fight starts and we can watch the live broadcast. I'm going to take a nap."

After saying that, he actually turned on the auxiliary sleep system and fell asleep in the conference room in front of everyone!

This caused the other members of the Eternal Council to be speechless and contemptuous.

I have already thought about it in my mind. After the world is restarted, I will impeach him and kick him out of the team of immortals.

They only need elites, not parasites!

For Coconut Juice City, today is destined to be a sleepless night.

The violent roar outside the city was hard to ignore.

The flames that shot up into the sky illuminated the night as if it were day.

Even those men and women who were high on drugs and engaging in primitive communication on the street stopped moving their lower bodies because of the overwhelming heat wave and chose to find a place to hide.

"What on earth is going on outside?"

The gang leaders in the downtown area held a conference call, and someone asked a question with a worried look on his face.

As the most well-informed group of people in the entire Coconut Juice City, they were like ordinary people at this moment, and had no idea what the fierce battle outside was about.

Armed drones covered the sky, and Zulong Yuan and Zulong Tang came out in full force to join forces against the enemy.

Could it be that the super companies are fighting among themselves?

If a civil war breaks out between super companies, will there be some opportunities for me to pick up some bargains?

The crow, the second boss of the carrion birds, suddenly had an idea for no reason.

He has no evidence.

But his intuition told him that this battle might be related to the monster he had seen before.

The guy who could break through his own base with his bare hands, withstand tactical missiles in full view of everyone, rush into the crowd and kill the former boss.

If it were him, could he defeat Zulong Company?

That shouldn't be possible, right?

The crow's originally uneasy heart suddenly calmed down. He poured himself a glass of wine and laughed silently.

After living for decades, I have become more and more timid.

How could anyone survive this level of bombing coverage?

Zulong Company will take action personally, even that monster will die.

Just as he was drinking his wine and thinking, a furious younger brother pushed the door open with a "bang" and a look of horror on his face.

"In a hurry to enter the biological recovery furnace?" Crow's hand trembled and he cursed unhappily.

The younger brother couldn't stop panicking. He pointed out the window and screamed, "Boss, look out the window! There's a giant snake-like creature flying in the sky! It's on fire!"

"What nonsense! Are you fucking crazy?"

The crow cursed and casually turned to look at the window behind him.

In just a moment, his body suddenly stiffened.

The exquisite crystal red wine glass fell to the ground, and the blood-red wine fell onto the soft handmade wool carpet, spreading out in all directions.

A ferocious real dragon with black and red scales occupied his entire field of vision.

Scarlet clouds were born under its dragon claws, and the majestic demonic energy from the abyss obscured the sky and the figure of the real dragon.

The shining stars dimmed under the cover of the thick demonic energy, and even the bright moon hanging high in the sky lost its former glory at this moment.

“Boom!”

There was a sudden explosion of thunder.

Blood-red lightning streaked across the sky, stretching across the sky like a spear.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Raging thunder continued to explode, and endless blood-red lightning was intertwined and born.

The terrifying giant poked its head out from the thick "clouds" and spewed out fierce flames as thick as ink.

The flame had just left the dragon's mouth and it was unknown how far away it was from the ground, but the crow suddenly felt the unbearable heat.

It feels like doing hard labor in a closed wooden house under the scorching sun in the hottest days of summer. It's like being in a steamer.

Just by opening his mouth and exhaling, the exhaled exhaust gas instantly turned into a thick white smoke rising up.

The temperature regulator immediately sounded an overload alarm, and countless refrigerants gushed out from every corner of his body, almost covering him entirely in a white ice mist.

The younger brother fell down wailing, with a wisp of gray and white smoke rising from his head.

The next second, flames mysteriously emerged from all seven of his orifices at the same time, completely igniting his head, which continued to spew out flames like a lantern.

"Boss, save me."

Before he could finish his words, he was no longer able to make any sound.

His throat and lungs were almost carbonized, and the organs, without any elasticity, could no longer support him in making any sound.

Even if he could, his brain would be fried.

Crow tried to turn around with difficulty and took out several tubes of life-saving medicine from his desk and injected them into his body.

But his artificial joints, which had been severely deformed due to overheating, were simply unable to support such movements.

He just watched helplessly as the flames, like a world-destroying disaster, fell from the sky, completely engulfing his sight and burying the entire city in a sea of ​​fire.

Purgatory Dragon Breath·Sinful Fire!

(End of this chapter)