Chapter 312 "Hey! God! Open sesame!"
The King of the Dead suppressed his anger, raised his spear slightly, and the two ravens on his shoulders made noisy and unpleasant sounds:
"Those who disrespect God will die! Haha! Those who disrespect God will die!"
These words seemed to be announcing Chu Zihang's end, and also seemed to be reminding him of what happened to the man he called father five years ago.
Chu Zihang's breath condensed into a burning fire in his chest, and every heartbeat was like the air blowing from a furnace, completely awakening the dragon genes in his blood.
Despite his extreme rage, he still did not lose his mind, and activated the secret technique of blood burst at the moment of the powerful attack, burning his life in exchange for greater power.
He took a sudden step, and the accumulated water exploded into a circle of boiling steam. The whole person suddenly disappeared from the spot, and his golden eyes burned two lava-like cracks in the darkness.
“clang——”
The demon sword Murasame vibrated like a dragon's roar, and the white blade was instantly engulfed by flames, and the length of the blade increased dramatically!
Chaogang evening rain, the devil is destroyed!
The moment the alchemical matrix unfolded, Murasame, who released his real name, transformed into a two-meter-long Night Killing Flame Demon Sword and tore through the rain curtain. Wherever the blade passed, the rain evaporated into pale mist.
Odin's one eye looked down through the bronze mask, and he could see the young man rushing towards him, crushing the remains of the Deadpool army on the ground, but he remained motionless, as if he had already foreseen the trajectory of this attack.
Pfft——!!!
The long sword with raging demonic flames slashed down from the air, pointing directly at the gap between the heavy armor and helmet of the King of the Dead, trying to cut off the only part of the neck that was exposed.
However, the Gungnir, the Spear of Destiny, with its tip slightly lowered, appeared in the path of the Night Killing Flame Demon Sword as if it had teleported.
There was no sound, but the spear forged from the branches of the World Tree seemed to have pierced the zero point of the Junyan explosion. The spear tip tore through the layers of devil flames wrapped around the demon sword Murasame, and all the terrifying human power was released!
"Bang!"
In the exploding stream of fire, Chu Zihang's body couldn't control itself and flew backwards.
His hand was still tightly grasping the magic sword, but the base of the sword had already broken at the moment of contact, and blood was gushing out.
The black-clad Deadpool, who had just emerged from the puddles on the ground, seemed to have smelled a rare delicacy in the world. His golden eyes stared at the young man flying backwards, his eyes full of greed and appetite!
However, the next moment, the boy in the air did a backflip to regain his balance and stomped on Deadpool's head, which had not yet completely emerged from the water.
Bang!
Deadpool's head exploded silently. The touch was very strange. It had no bones or flesh, just like a human-shaped ink stain. It shattered in the rain with a heavy step and merged into the accumulated water again.
However, the deadpools that Finkel was dealing with in the distance had extremely hard bones. The broken ancient sword seemed to make a crisp sound of metal clashing, and the broken hole tore the flesh and bones, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.
"Damn it, do these guys drink high-calcium milk every day for maintenance? Their bones are harder than the pork elbows made by my mom!"
The ancient knife in Finkel's hand got stuck in the neck of a Deadpool, and was grabbed by the other party's big hand with sharp claws, making it difficult to pull out. So he let out a strange cry and exerted force with one arm, swinging both the knife and the Deadpool as weapons at the army of the dead attacking from the side.
“Crash——”
Dark ghost shadows continuously emerged from the accumulated water. Chu Zihang swung his long sword, and the Dark Demon Sword, which seemed to be on the verge of disintegration, regained its stable shape and killed all the Deadpools that appeared around him.
This time the feeling was even stranger, like a human-shaped shell wrapped around a bag of black blood, like an immature embryo.
But Chu Zihang didn't have time to savor the strange feeling. The moment the long sword stirred up a wave of black blood, he rushed forward again. With the alchemy matrix fully activated, Murasame showed its true nature as a demon sword. The rain water evaporating from the blade was steaming and forming mist. His unstoppable ferocity had the momentum of "The inner treasury was burned to ashes, and the bones of the nobles were trampled on the streets!"
The third bloodbath!
While the man was running wildly, Chu Zihang turned around and slashed out an arc-shaped sword fire about ten meters long, just like the Wall of Maria that was pierced by my stepping on Malena. The exploding monarch flame roared towards him, wanting to devour the lonely and majestic Lord of the Gods.
Facing such explosive flames, Odin's movements remained calm. He thrust Kungunir forward, and countless wind blades condensed into a blue-gray vortex at the tip of the spear. The power of God was materialized at this moment!
boom!
The vortex exploded, and the howling wind pierced through the wind and rain. A hideous gap was torn out in the arc-shaped flame wall formed by the King's Flame. The crack in the Maria Wall was just big enough to accommodate the figure holding the spear, and even the tattered wind cloak blown by the wind was not contaminated by the flames.
Violent explosions and intense flames, as if ten fuel bombs had detonated, appeared behind Odin, demonstrating that Chu Zihang's attack was not just for show.
But it is precisely because of this that God's calmness can be demonstrated.
"How come these things are more difficult than the make-up exam?!"
Finkel's shouting and cursing could be heard in the distance. He turned the two newly-acquired swords in his hands into silver meat grinders. The bodies of the three black-clad Deadpools were just chopped into pieces and turned into ink stains that merged into the rain curtain. More blue-gray arms stretched out from the accumulated water in the asphalt cracks.
A Deadpool with only the upper body left suddenly raised his hand and grabbed his trouser leg. His skull-like head opened its smelly mouth and tried to bite off his Achilles tendon. The German man was so scared that he smashed the handle of the knife into the other's crown.
After kicking away the deadpool's corpse that finally stopped moving, Finkel looked up at the countless black-clad Deadpools in front of him. He had no idea where Chu Zihang, whose voice he could only hear but not see, was. The corner of his eye twitched slightly, and he turned back to look at Lu Mingfei, who was watching the show with his arms folded behind him:
"Junior brother, why are you just watching?!"
Chu Zihang was blown away by the strong wind for the second time. The fine scales formed by the boiling dragon blood in his body opened and closed, emitting traces of blood. He actually experienced the frustration of Inuyama He being knocked into the river for the second time. The frustration of trying his best but not being able to touch a single hair of the enemy emerged in his heart, but was instantly wiped out by his high fighting spirit.
He heard Finkel's question from behind in mid-air, and turned his head slightly. He caught a glimpse of the useless senior who was so majestic just now being chased by hundreds of Deadpools. He was holding a sickle that he had snatched from somewhere. The moment he rushed out of the overpass, he hooked it on the lamppost and made a 360-degree turn. He laughed at the Deadpools who might be pushed out of the overpass and fall into the endless darkness below due to inertia.
At the same time, Lu Mingfei's voice rang out:
"Eri, help!"
Hearing this, the girl's red and white shrine maiden costume opened up in the rainstorm, and the realm of Word Spirit Judgment unfolded. All the raindrops seemed to solidify into silver needles suspended in the air, and as she swung her sword, they turned into a water tornado that was powerful enough to strangle a giant dragon.
Just as the black mass of Deadpools was about to overwhelm Finkel who had jumped back onto the viaduct, they were swallowed up by the power of judgment that attacked from behind, and their decayed bodies were shattered into black blood and broken bones.
Finkel showed joy upon seeing this, but before he could show his joy, his face turned into horror. He suddenly lunged to the side and leaped far away like a tiger.
In the next moment, the water tornado pierced through Deadpool's encirclement, smashing the sturdy viaduct guardrails together. Ruins, bones and blood rushed out of the sky hundreds of meters high, as spectacular as the explosion of a sewage pipe.
"No, it's a friendly fire turn off!" Finkel threw off the broken limbs and arms on his body, and used the rain to wash away the stains on his face. Just as he was about to complain, he noticed that a raging fire had broken out again in the distance, and his eyes became dull for a moment.
Chu Zihang pushed off the ground and soared into the sky, holding the Night Demon Sword high in his hands and rushing towards Odin. His handsome face, which was always serious and as cold as an iceberg, was now covered with fine blue-black dragon scales, his canine teeth were sharp and his expression was ferocious, and his golden vertical pupils showed extreme madness and indifference.
"Hey! God! Open sesame!"
The young man roared, and uttered the arrogant words of the man who had finally stabbed the god and killed him. However, his tone was not arrogant or unruly, but rather as cold as the polar frost.
The fourth bloodbath!
The devil flames wrapped around the demon sword Murasame seemed to be boiling, and the blade suddenly expanded to three meters again. The torrential rain was completely vaporized under the scorching heat even at a distance of ten meters from the store!
This is Chu Zihang's killer move that risks his life!
The two arms that had been completely transformed into dragons were covered with dragon scales. Every cluster of flames from the boiling Night Killing Flame Demon Sword was pulled into slender tongues of fire in the strong wind, dragging a purple-black silk in the air.
Chu Zihang, who looked like a little dragon, came charging at him with overwhelming force. Odin finally raised his head and faced him. The wind cloak on his back that was wet by the rain was now dry and even had honeycomb-like scorch marks on it.
The god finally snorted coldly with a feeling of metallic friction. He raised Kungunir and struck out. Lightning flashed back and forth between his arm and spear like a dragon. The moment the spear came out like a dragon, it seemed as if countless stabs burst out!
This spear, which is said to always hit its target in mythology, has a faint glow of dark gold in every thrust. The arc-shaped light sweeps towards the young man like a meteor shower. Each tiny meteor is a stab strong enough to pierce gold and split stone, attacking many vital points on his body!
However, Chu Zihang had completely given up on defense, and swung his Dark Killing Flame Demon Sword down. Overwhelming flames swept down along with the fierce sword force. The purple-black demonic flames and the dark golden meteor shower collided with each other, making a deafening explosion.
The young man roared like a dragon and chopped off the meteor shower that had cut off his father's life with one sword. He continued to move forward and slashed at the god with a look of surprise in his eyes.
“Wow——”
The lightning-wrapped Kungunir swept across the sky. It seemed understated, but in fact it contained the power to change the laws of physics in a small range, and brought about a terrifying storm from bottom to top.
The strong wind came howling, almost blowing away the heavy rain and demonic flames in the sky.
The wind fanned the flames, but the three-meter-long Night Killing Flame Demon Sword was constantly cut by the strong wind raised by Kungunir, and at the moment it collided with the Spear of Destiny, it was less than two meters left.
"clang!!!"
The deafening sound of metal clashing exploded on the viaduct, like the gods ringing a death knell.
The dissipated shock wave tore the wind, rain, and mist into pieces. The violent airflow swept past, and the accumulated water and black bones and blood on the ground evaporated in an instant. Even the charred corpse of the eight-legged Pegasus was blown dozens of meters away and smashed heavily into the ruins in the distance.
The demon sword Murasame flew out of his hand, the blade drawing a beautiful silver arc in the air, and finally pierced straight into the cracked asphalt road. The alchemical matrix went out, and the blade returned to its pure white color like frost and snow.
Chu Zihang's upper body muscles were strained by 80% the moment of contact. Blood oozed out along the scales all over his body, staining his torn clothes red. His limbs, bones, and internal organs were all in great pain under the horrible reaction force. He only lasted half a second before being shot away by the god, blood gushing out of his mouth.
His figure flew backwards, leaving a bloody trail in the rain, smashing the lamppost fifteen meters away and flying towards the dark sky. His whole body was in extreme pain, but his mind was in a trance.
Even the fourth degree of blood violence can't cause even the slightest damage to God?
What kind of determination did Dad have to stay behind to cover the rest?
Odin took a half step back and raised Kungunir to a throwing posture. Lightning chips were flying in the air, and the black breath of death was surging on Kungunir, the spear of destiny. There seemed to be an invisible silk thread at the tip of the spear, which had long been tied to Chu Zihang's heart. The spear tip began to gather starlight that was enough to penetrate all defenses.
Odin's movements were slow, powerful, and graceful, like an ancient execution ritual.
Once the gun slips out of his hand, Chu Zihang's life will be like a candle in the wind, completely extinguished in this world.
However, in this silence of death, a desolate song quietly emerged.
It is very light, but cannot be suppressed. All the violent storms, thunder and earthquakes, and deafening gunshots cannot conceal its existence.
It was a folk song on the Irish moors, sung softly by a father and his daughter among the green grass and tall trees:
"Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong,
You have married me to a boy who is too young,
I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen,
He's young but he's daily growing..."
Chu Zihang heard the roar of the engine again in a trance.
On a rainy night, the Maybach was speeding on the highway. The man gripped the steering wheel tightly. His tense profile was reflected in the rearview mirror, revealing an unprecedented seriousness and fear.
That was the father and son running wildly on a rainy night, and it was the scar in his heart that would never heal.
But he knew it was just an illusion. The man had disappeared from his life and it was impossible for him to drive a Maybach to pick him up at the gate of Shilan Middle School.
Kungunir flew out of his hand, and the breath of death filled the air wildly!
That was the spear of fate, and no one could stop it.
Chu Zihang forced himself to open his eyes, wanting to see the same scene as when his father happily went to die.
I want to see how that meteor-like spear crosses the barriers of time and space and comes to me.
I want to be like that man and face my own end calmly.
But he had no chance.
because--
"You dare?"
Lu Mingfei's voice sounded from far away, not loud, but it made the entire space stagnate. All the falling raindrops trembled at the same time, as if they were frozen in mid-air by an invisible force.
The next moment, a white sword pierced through the frozen space and time, emitting an extremely piercing scream. It created layers of sonic boom clouds on the road, and wherever the sword passed, the air was torn apart, as if the world was about to be cut apart by this sword.
That is the sword of Ame-no-Kurosakumo, a divine sword that is powerful enough to split the world in half!
It collides with the unstoppable spear of destiny with an edge that will shake the whole world.
"boom--!!!"
An impact far more violent than any previous conflict was born, and the entire world seemed to be shaking in the collision between the two. The sharp explosion even drowned out the roaring thunder in the sky.
The duel between kings, the collision between divine weapons, and the destructive storm it set off are almost comparable to the explosion of an intercontinental missile.
The shock wave exploded in a circular shape, and Finkel was blown away with a wail. The rain curtain within a hundred meters was cleared away, revealing a lead-gray sky.
The reinforced concrete structure of the viaduct groaned under the heavy weight, and endless smoke emerged from the center where the guns and swords collided.
When the strong wind tore through the smoke and dust, Odin's figure slowly emerged.
He held one hand in front of him, his cloak fluttering behind him, and he slid back several meters. The golden flame in his one eye flickered slightly, with a rare solemnity.
On the other side, Chu Zihang, who was swept off the viaduct, was gently dragged back by a steel guardrail, and a big hand supported his severely injured body:
"ImADoctorNotARoachJim!"
A familiar voice rang in my ears, and warm power surged into my body like a tide. Broken bones, torn muscles, and lost blood were all repaired at an astonishing speed.
Chu Zihang turned his head with difficulty and looked at the junior brother who was always smiling.
But the gold in his eyes was like a liquid sun, and his anger burned more fiercely than Jun Yan, as if he wanted to burn the entire kingdom of the dead.
(End of this chapter)
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