Chapter 415: Uncle and Brother King Fenrir
"What do we do now?"
Looking at the tunnel completely blocked by falling rocks, and the remains of Deadpool and Kamaitachi covering the entire track, Finkel raised his hand to disperse the smoke that replaced the blue-gray mist covering the platform, and coughed a few times.
It takes a breath, which is a bit pungent, like sucking the ashes of a dragon-blooded creature, or like Ruike 5 plus Furongwang mixed with some haze.
It tastes really good.
Caesar also coughed a few times, looking at the messy platform and the tunnel that was still collapsing. He first briefly assessed the combat capabilities of the two of them, and determined that it was impossible to break through the mud and rubble blocking the road by manpower. Then he looked back at the tunnel where the train came from.
That was the direction Chu Zihang and Xia Mi came from. Obviously, they could not reach the central area of Nibelungen by going that way.
It seems that their only option at the moment is to try to leave Nibelungen and seek help from Lu Mingfei or the academy.
Caesar put the empty magazine of the golden Desert Eagle back into the holster, stood up with the hunting knife Dick Tudo in hand, dusted himself off, and reached out to touch the key of blood on his chest.
But I found nothing.
Just now, he was surrounded and attacked by a group of sickle-itachis and deadpools. Even if his marksmanship was great, his bullets would eventually run out, and these bloodthirsty monsters would not give him a chance to reload.
At that time, Fingle used the shotgun with no bullets as a baton, and danced with the tactical knife in his right hand with great vigor. Caesar suffered a loss with the pistol and was forced to throw away his Desert Eagle. He used the hunting knife Dick Tudo to fight with Deadpool's sickle-weasel in hand-to-hand combat.
It is definitely impossible to find it now. Even if it can be found, it will probably be burned by the flames that are strong enough to melt steel. There is no need to repair it at all.
It’s no big deal to lose a beloved gun, at worst you can just make another one, but if you lose the key, that’s a big problem.
Caesar looked down at his clothes that were torn by the claws of either a kamaweasel or Deadpool, and could clearly see a few shallow scratches on his exaggerated pectoral muscles.
Apparently, during the intense attack just now, the bottle containing the key's blood unfortunately fell.
Seeing that Caesar didn't reply for a long time, Fingel looked up and found that Caesar was staring at his huge chest muscles in a daze. After thinking for a while, he said:
"Boss, you are truly extraordinary. Even Deadpool and Kamaitachi covet your beauty and don't forget to take advantage of you in the chaos of battle."
"But I think we should go to the branch base to get bandaged and get a Crazy Dragon vaccine when we go out later to avoid infection."
Caesar raised his head when he heard this and looked at him silently.
The question now is, has Deadpool taken advantage of me?
The "key" to leave Nibelungen and seek support was lost!
Finkel was an expert at reading people's expressions, so he could tell something was amiss from Caesar's annoyed face. He quickly recalled the moment he put the blood on the key back into his arms after entering Nibelungen.
The dusty paparazzi king twitched his lips slightly, and said in a voice full of disbelief: "Could it be..."
Caesar nodded expressionlessly.
Seeing this, Finger sat down on the ground, leaning his broad back against the wall, his head lowered like burnt ash, muttering to himself:
"I knew it. They always show it in horror movies. Stupid people who leave the group and go out alone... ahem, reckless people are prone to accidents. Now we can't get out."
Seeing him sitting there muttering with a look of despair on his face, Caesar was speechless, but he couldn't say anything. After all, it was indeed his fault that the two of them had fallen into this state.
However, he still understood Finger and knew that this guy valued his life the most and would not take risks with him without any backup measures.
"Didn't you go find Lu Mingfei before you left and say hello to him? If you don't come back for a long time, he should come to find us."
Finger, who was still collecting the burnt ashes, instantly stood up when he heard this: "Yes, we still have our junior brother, Ming Fei will definitely come to save us!"
When Caesar saw him like this, he knew that this guy was pretending. He didn't know whether he wanted to make him feel guilty so as to increase his commission or something else.
He turned his head to look at the stairs he came from and said calmly: "Let's go back and have a look. Maybe we'll be lucky and get out directly."
Finger had no objection to this, but he couldn't help but look back at the tunnel: "What about Chu Zihang and Xia Mi?"
Although he knew very well that Lu Mingfei had the ability to force his way into Nibelungen and walk out with the spoils, and the possibility of Chu Zihang and Xia Mi getting into an accident was even smaller than the possibility of him and Caesar dying of old age in Nibelungen, he still had to express his attitude.
"What can the two of us do?" Caesar looked at the blocked tunnel. Although it could not be observed with the naked eye, the sickle-weasel he released drilled forward for dozens of meters in the cracks in the mud blocking the road. In the end, he did not find a gap that could continue to be passed through, so he had to return the same way.
According to conservative estimates, the collapsed tunnel is nearly 100 meters long, which is simply impossible for human power to dig.
I have to go back for help.
And it's useless to go to Kassel Academy. Not to mention whether the academy can quickly dispatch such heavy excavation equipment into Nibelungen, just how to get the equipment into Nibelungen deep underground is enough to make countless people rack their brains.
Therefore, I can only seek support from Lu Mingfei.
"That's right, let's go quickly." Finkel jumped up, patted his butt, and strode towards the stairs, fearing that he would be a step late and Xia Mi and Chu Zihang would be trapped deep in the tunnel and suffer the consequences, turning from mandarin ducks into a mandarin duck pot.
Just as the two of them were returning the way they came through the thick smoke and the ashes of Deadpool and Kamaitachi, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi on the other side also made new moves.
The scorching heat deep in the tunnel had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was filled with a strong smell of burning and the stench of various burning objects.
"Senior brother, are you okay?" Xia Mi huddled in Chu Zihang's arms, raised her hand and rubbed the clothes on his back that had been carbonized by the high temperature. In an instant, Chu Zihang's top turned into a backless dress.
Looking at the boy's muscular and attractive back, Xia Mi's throat moved slightly, and she pretended to be embarrassed and said:
"Oh, sorry, brother, I ruined your clothes."
Chu Zihang: “…”
Although, even though you apologize, can you please take your hand away first?
Without the clothes blocking his back, Xia Mi's small hands were still rubbing, as if trying to rub the slightly reddish skin on his back back to its original color.
"Please stop, the camera is still filming, please stop touching it."
He really wanted to say that, but in the end he just shook his head, indicating that such a small matter was insignificant.
Xia Mi touched him again reluctantly before releasing his hand and breaking away from the lingering embrace. She stood up and looked at the still-burning rails and train wreckage in the distance, as well as the Deadpools and Kamaitachis whose bones were gone. She raised her camera to record it all, her voice filled with emotion and complacency.
"Brother, we are really amazing."
Chu Zihang also stood up and found that the remaining hot wind in the tunnel had blown up only the front half of his white shirt, leaving him with a piece of cloth hanging around his neck as a naked apron. He simply tore off the rag-like clothes and stood in the tunnel with his bare chest.
Hearing the sound of fabric tearing, Xia Mi subconsciously turned around with her camera in hand, and saw a muscular and handsome man with bare chest. His body was covered in sweat that looked like it was coated with oil, reflecting the firelight. He looked so terrible.
Xia Mi's eyes were dazzled for a moment, and then she screamed "Ouch" immediately, raised her hand to cover the camera lens, and stared at Chu Zihang's perfect muscle lines with her two round eyes as big as copper bells.
It's not about lust, it's purely about appreciating beauty.
To be honest, Xia Mi also wanted to be an art student, but other people being models would pollute her eyes. Chu Zihang was the only perfect model in her mind.
Chu Zihang saw her exclaim, but chose to cover the camera instead of covering her eyes, and suddenly felt a little emotional.
No wonder the dragon clan was defeated by humans. Each and every one of these dragon kings is a bit dishonest.
Can we really rule the world with a king like this?
Seeing Chu Zihang's ambiguous gaze, Xia Mi coughed twice, turned around, and continued to focus the camera on the burning wreckage in front of her:
"Well, Brother, you look a little hot."
Brother, you are so hot.
Chu Zihang picked up the scabbard and put Murasame away: "The tunnel may collapse at any time, let's go forward first."
Xia Mi nodded and followed him forward, carefully protecting the camera as she circumvented the burning wreckage. Her voice was tinged with worry, "Brother, what if the Dragon King's lair is up ahead?"
"If you can beat them, fight. If you can't, run away." Chu Zihang answered decisively.
"What if I can't win and can't run away?" Xia Mi asked a soul-searching question.
What else can I do? I can only ask Ming Fei to save me.
Chu Zihang glanced at the girl next to him, who looked worried, as if she was really afraid that the two of them would die here. In the end, he didn't say anything to ruin the mood:
"I will hold the Dragon King back."
The words were calm, yet they revealed a determination forged in blood and fire.
Anyone who hears this will feel safe to put their life in his hands.
Xia Mi could tell that he was not just saying nice things to coax her, but that he would really do it.
At this point, she believed that Chu Zihang had guessed her identity, but even so, he was willing to stand on her side, and she couldn't help but feel a little warm in her heart.
However, she still remembered her own personality and did not lose her composure because of the momentary emotion. She responded quietly:
"Although I'm very touched, but without you, Senior Brother, it would be difficult for me to survive in this dangerous place."
As she spoke, she seemed to be seeking a sense of security, or as if she was worried that Chu Zihang would die first if she wasn't careful, so she moved closer to him and held his arm.
"So, Senior Brother, please stay by my side and protect me."
It was obvious that she was afraid that Chu Zihang would be too far away from her and she might not be able to protect him in time, so she asked him to stay by her side and not run around. But to outsiders, it sounded like she cared about him so that he would not be so stubborn. This is the art of speaking.
"By the way, Senior Brother, do you think Senior Brother Finger and Senior Brother Caesar are okay? They seemed to have chased us in just now."
"They are professionally trained and have strong adaptability."
"Then, when do you think Senior Brother Lu will realize we're missing? He's the only one among us who has experience in slaying dragons."
“Almost.”
"What's coming soon?"
"Now that four people are missing, he should be able to quickly realize something is wrong."
"oh oh."
The two of them walked forward speaking incoherently. After a few hundred steps, they suddenly saw a wide open space in front of them, with a strange fishy smell and the smell of coal slag.
When they reached the end of the railway track, what appeared before their eyes was an underground cavity of unimaginable size, as if an entire mountain had been hollowed out.
Countless thick, long-rusted steel supports lay like the skeletons of giant beasts, abandoned mine carts and tangled spider-web tracks were scattered on the ground, and everything was shrouded in dead silence.
And in the very center of the cavity is a true "mountain".
And in the center of this huge cavity, the scene is breathtaking.
A giant dragon, or rather, half a giant dragon, was crawling there.
Xia Mi held her breath, carefully raised the camera, and captured the huge creature in the frame.
The front half of the dragon's body is huge and strong, covered with thick, shield-like blue-black scales. The lines of its muscles are full of explosive power, as if it contains the power to tear the earth apart.
The thick and long neck is winding, and the huge dragon head is drooping. Even in sleep, it exudes the terrifying majesty of a monarch.
That ancient and solemn body is the ultimate embodiment of the dragon clan at the top of the food chain, with a ferocious beauty and a vitality that is both coveted and feared.
However, this extremely shocking life underwent a horrifying mutation after the waist.
The back half of the dragon's body, starting from the lumbar spine, was completely turned into eerie white bones!
The thick vertebrae extended one after another, no longer connected by flesh and blood, but completely petrified, completely merging with the huge rock wall behind, as if growing out of the mountain.
The scene was extremely strange, like a powerful king, eternally imprisoned on the throne by invisible shackles, half showing the glory of life, and half showing the silence of death.
It was the first time that Chu Zihang saw his elder brother-in-law... No, it was the face of Fenrir, the King of Earth and Mountains. His eyes were slightly shocked. No wonder Xia Mi didn't let him see her brother. It turned out to be really inconvenient.
This operation is indeed very difficult, much more difficult than the operation to separate conjoined twins.
Of course, Fenrir's remains had long since turned into dry bones. Now this huge creature was obviously in a strange, restricted state of incubation or repair, unable to move freely. It was Xia Mi who used the powerful power after being promoted to the goddess of death Hela to temporarily "activate" the dragon bones and maintain Fenrir's form before his death.
As for why the fatal, immobile flaw was deliberately retained, making it appear to be trapped in a half-dead state rather than the most deterrent form, it was all to make the dragon-slaying drama more reasonable.
Otherwise, if Chu Zihang comes to slay the dragon with just the blade in his hand and the little girl following behind him like a thigh pendant, is he planning to make the king of the earth and the mountain laugh to death?
Chu Zihang's golden eyes lit up instantly, and Murasame unsheathed his sword again and held it horizontally in front of him. His posture perfectly demonstrated the extreme vigilance that an excellent commissioner should have when encountering the Dragon King.
He knew that the scene before him must be the work of Xia Mi. The uncle and the King of the Mountain in front of him were most likely just lifelike puppets, but his face still had the same frozen expression that had not changed for thousands of years, as if he was really facing a dragon king in the hatching state.
Just as Murasame drew his sword and held it in front of him, the crawling dragon seemed to be awakened by the intruder and suddenly raised its huge head!
The golden eyes, like searchlights, suddenly opened, revealing a majesty as heavy as a mountain, and instantly locked onto a man and woman at the entrance of the mine.
"roar--!!!"
The giant dragon let out a deafening roar, the sound waves mixed with dragon power and anger, impacting the entire mine, shaking the gravel to the ground!
(End of this chapter)
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