Chapter 246 Odin

In the minds of car owners who can afford to buy a fleet of luxury cars, safety is always the number one concern. After all, for wealthy bosses, they can buy another car if they lose it. Cars worth hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars are just for them. With the big toy in their hands to support the appearance, they don't need the car badge to prove their worth, so safety is what they really value.

The BBA series of luxury cars have always been famous for their safety. The higher the price, the stronger the collision avoidance ability of the vehicle. Fortunately, Lin Nian drove a Mercedes-Benz on the highway today and not a crispy emperor like Passat. If it was a Passat, he would have probably been killed in a car crash if he took this sudden blow. There is no next story.

On the elevated road in the heavy rain, the Mercedes-Benz S500, which was covered in peeling paint and scratches, leaned against the guardrail. The heavy rain washed away the wounds of the injured beast. The parking lights flashed like a whimpering signal in the rainy night. The strong wind blew the willow tree's arms like it was gloating about its misfortune. The ground waved its branches.

Raindrops dripped into the car from the damaged roof, and the cold rain hit Lin Nian's closed eyelids. After his eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes. What he saw was the endless viaduct outside the car window, and the eternal darkness. A stormy night without daylight.

The seat belt was tightly tied on his body. This was the last thing he did before the car accident and the most correct thing. If he had not fastened the seat belt, he would have turned into clothes in the washing machine.

The blond girl beside Lin Nian stared blankly at the rain outside the window, her blazing golden eyes reflecting on the car window. The car CD stopped playing, and the last track displayed on it was "SWAY". For some reason, it didn't continue to play. The only sound of rain could be heard in the whole car. The elevated road was deserted, and there was no such thing as a majestic horse. , where is the driverless ghost Maybach?

Lin Nian raised his hand and knocked on the cracked car roof, making a clear sound. He stretched out his hand and tore off a small piece of iron sheet. After confirming that the unknown "territory" had been lifted, he took off his windbreaker without saying a word and took off his shoes. Four thin daggers were pulled out from the inside, and the windbreaker was placed on the roof of the car. The four daggers were nailed through the iron sheet of the car roof to make a temporary rain cover.

The upper right corner of the mobile phone placed on the passenger seat showed no signal. Lin Nian in the driver's seat just glanced at it and lost interest. He adjusted his sitting posture and fixed his seat belt, then rubbed his neck and made a popping sound. He picked up the metal bat that had fallen under the passenger seat and had cuts everywhere, and wrapped it in a polythene cloth. After doing everything, he stepped on the accelerator of the car.

The engine buzzed, and the miserable-looking Mercedes-Benz S500 actually started. After reversing in the rainy night, it drove normally onto this unfamiliar elevated road, and its taillights quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The Mercedes-Benz S500 slid past on the elevated road. The car screen exited the CD interface and entered the driving mode. Lin Nian switched the driving mode to sport+. The response speed of the car's accelerator reached its limit, the car's suspension became harder, and even the steering wheel The rotation of the hand also began to feel heavy.

The vehicle speed gradually climbed upwards from 100km/h, to 120km/h, 150km/h, 200km/h, until the indicator glowed dangerously red at 250km/h. The exhaust sound even surpassed the thunder for a while and left a mark on the elevated road. A series of beast-like roars.

In a typical dangerously driven car, the blond girl hugged her legs and swayed gently on the passenger seat. The hem of her white hospital gown swayed with the breeze that filtered in from the roof of the car. She was humming to the tune of Wagner. Prologue from the opera "The Ring of the Nibelung": Das Rheingold.

Lin Nian on the side stepped on the accelerator and stared quietly at the end of the elevated road with golden eyes, which was full of gloomy golden flames. If the Maybach and the elusive eight-legged horse had forced him to embark on this road, then now On the other hand, he was extremely anxious and impatient, squeezing the horsepower of the Mercedes Benz under his seat and rushing towards the existence at the end of the elevated road.

The speed of the Mercedes-Benz S500 reached its limit. At a speed of 250km/h, the distance of 70 meters flew by in one second. The flowing black car became a black lightning, and its owner's manic mood spewed out of the exhaust hole.

The stereo was suddenly turned on, and the song that had obviously been paused started playing again. Jazz tunes floated in the car, but it did not bring a relaxed atmosphere to anyone, because there was a cold laughter hidden under the chorus, like It was the gods sitting on the top of the clouds who laughed at the arrogance of the mortals in the Tower of Babel.

The whole car was filled with laughter and cold wind. The temperature was freezing and there was a light frost on the windows. The blond girl in the passenger seat continued to hum her opera in deaf ears. Lin Nian, who was holding the steering wheel, had veins on his hands. It burst open, and the pupils seemed to be flowing with hot lava.

A white hand is reflected on the window of a speeding car. It is a slender and pale palm with distinct joints. Each finger is reminiscent of a tough bamboo. The whole hand is attached to the frosted car window. Print palm prints. After clinging to the car window, the five fingers slowly bent up and dug their nails into the glass, leaving five scratches. The harsh sound of teeth piercing the car made people tremble all over.

The instrument panel of the vehicle has been pressed to the bottom by the accelerator, and the red speed warning is piercing the eyes. There is someone outside the Mercedes-Benz that is traveling at 250 kilometers per hour, gently scratching the window? It’s hard to imagine what the scene is like outside the car on a rainy night.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

A series of muffled sounds sounded outside the car. Each window of the car was pasted with a different number of pale palms of the same color. Golden fireflies lit up outside the car, one, two, three. Countless black shadows slowly enveloped the Mercedes-Benz S500. They looked down at the boy in the car through the rainy night and the car window, and began to whisper under the cover of the rain.

Anyone who sees this scene should be so frightened that they want their car to fly up and escape. This is simply the road to hell, surrounded by the messengers of death in cloaks.

At this time, in the Mercedes-Benz S500, Lin Nian suddenly pulled out the sharp alchemy knife from the polyethylene cloth with his right hand, and stabbed the car door beside him with the knife, penetrating the black figure standing outside the door, and the smelly black liquid splashed. It hit the car window and made a sizzling sound, and the language of eternity, even more ancient than eternity, screamed out from under the cloak of the black shadow.

Lin Nian stepped on the brakes with one foot, grabbed the handle of the knife that pierced the shadow outside the door with his right hand, fixed the steering wheel with one hand, and forced the beast with a speed of 250 kilometers per hour to stop in a few seconds. The vehicle weighing several tons It lost balance in the rain and skidded, spinning dozens of times before coming to a rough stop in the middle of the road.

The rain was pouring down and the thunder was booming.

The door of the Mercedes-Benz S500 was kicked open, and the black shadow clinging to the door flew out with it. They flew several meters high in the rainy night, and then fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Lin Nian stepped out of the driver's seat and walked into the heavy rain. Fireworks of light burst out from the palm of his hand holding the alchemy tool. Not far from the stranded car, the messengers of death were standing, Like a flock of wet crows, they stood all over the elevated road, silently looking at the boy getting off the car.

Lin Nian ignored them and went straight to the place where the car door fell. Lying on the ground was a slender black figure with a pale cheek under the cloak. It was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman, but these were all It doesn't matter, what matters is that they died decades or even centuries ago, and now they are just an empty shell named 'Deadpool'.

"Get up." Lin Nian stepped on his face, the sole of his shoe causing a splash of water, and he bowed down to look down at him and gave the order.

As expected, the black shadow under the car door is not really dead yet. It is lying on the water-logged elevated road and twitching. It stands to reason that a fall from a height of several meters should not cause fractures. After all, these ghosts are physically fit enough to keep up with full speed. A top-notch sedan on the move.

But no matter how much he longed for flesh and blood, he could not obey Lin Nian's order to get up from the ground, because a hollow hole appeared in his abdomen and waist, and a section of his spine disappeared along with the flesh and blood.

As if he understood the situation of the shadow under his feet, Lin Nian had a trace of regret in his eyes. He squatted down and reached out to grab his throat. After standing up straight, he turned to look at the group of shadows in front of the car, holding the crippled man with one hand. The black shadow walked toward them with an alchemy knife in one hand, and stopped when the distance between the two sides reached ten meters.

On the rain-filled elevated road, the dark figures looked devoutly like pilgrims, with white flowers pinned to their black robes. If you looked carefully, you discovered what kind of white flowers there were. They were one after another of the poor deceased. Those fingers were the red plums that the shadows talked about to quench their thirst. Now they finally reached Merlin, looking pitifully and greedily at the boy who grabbed their companions, and kept describing the longing in their hearts.

"Humanity."

"Fresh flesh and blood."

"Ah this boy's blood."

"He found us."

The voices of mourners and the language of dragons. To ordinary people's ears, these sounds are like the rustle of wind blowing through leaves, but to Lin Nian's ears, they are the suppressed sounds of blood-thirsty bats biting the corners of their lips. desire.

Lin Nian grabbed the twisted and struggling black shadow in his hand and looked at the souls of the dead. The golden light in his eyes was like the bright moon in the sky on a thunderstorm night, overwhelming the tiny stars.

He threw the black shadow in his hand to the ground. Before the shadow could crawl for a moment, his head was stepped into the elevated road. The sound of cracking bones was hidden in the rain and floated around. His face was pressed down. The ground couldn't even make a wailing sound. Under the gradual pressure of the shoe on his head, the black shadow's skull began to deform and crack. Finally, it exceeded the stress limit and shattered into pieces on the road with a bang. The liquid splashed out and was washed away by the rain.

After breathing in the smell of rain that filled the world, Lin Nian stepped out and tore the sleeves of his arms to pieces. Blue-black scales had already covered his arms. His golden eyes, as dazzling as gas lamps, were full of condensed violence: "To block the You are not qualified for my way, tell your master to come and talk to me.”

The prayers of the shadows stopped instantly. In the rain, they stared at this thug who had visited the kingdom of God but despised etiquette. They felt a realm rapidly expanding from the boy's body and covering them.

"This child's domain"

"His bloodline."

"The God of Conferment"

The whispers have not yet fallen.

Composite Realm·Time Zero·Snap·Seventh Level

Instant on and off.

In the heavy rain, Lin Nian turned around and walked back to the Mercedes-Benz S500 with the alchemy knife in hand. The girl in the passenger seat buried her head in her knees without even looking this way. She was humming an opera with a rising pitch and her white feet were tapping lightly. The sofa matches the beat.

In the rainy night, countless pale heads rose into the sky with faces of greed and desire. Black blood bloomed like a fountain. In the blink of an eye, the black shadows fell down in rows like cutting wheat and slept forever in this country of the dead. .

Finally, the Nibelungen opera reached its peak, and the blonde girl opened her eyes and turned to look at the light and shadow at the end of the elevated road.

"Coming," she said.

Like a conductor waving his arms, the opera reaches its climax amid lightning and thunder.

The moment Lin Nian was about to get on the bus, a warm light lit up at the end of the elevated road, like a lighthouse standing on a rock in a storm, guiding the souls lost at sea to find their way home. He turned his head and looked at the road where the rain was flowing. His face was full of coldness.

Amidst the sound of rain and water, the horse's neighing sound was as if thunder and lightning were spitting out of his mouth, and the whole world was shaking under the horse's hooves.

The black crows are entrenched beside Him. They are His supporters like clouds and seas. Their pale faces are full of awe and fanaticism.

He came through the storm, and the rain cast a layer of light on His armor. He had been waiting for this boy for a long time, and today he would finally take him back to the Temple of Heroes.

The figure that covered the sky rushed out of the light, and the eight-legged horse raised its hooves, revealing the unruffled and powerful god on the throne!

He wears a majestic iron mask, and his single eye pupil emits gold that is comparable to thunder. His armor refracts thunder and bathes in violent thunder arcs. He raises the "Kungunir" made of the branches of the world, accumulating in the sky. The full thunder and lightning crashed down with a loud explosion, hitting the tip of the magic gun!

The branch-shaped lightning connected the sky, the gods and the earth. At this moment, he seemed to be holding the never-ending rainstorm world, riding toward him on a thundering mount!

He is the One-Eye, He is the High God, He is the Incarnation of Truth, He is the Hooded One of Grimnir.

He is the Father of the Gods, He is the God of magic, and His name changes like the storm.

He is the incarnation of Norse mythology, the king of the Aesir clan.

Odin!

"No," the blonde girl said softly.

But she was already too late, just as she warned.

The gods have already arrived, and the irreverent boy has already picked up his weapon, rushed towards the god in the thunder and rain, and swung his god-killing butcher knife at him!

ps①：No more

ps②: The next chapter will be written tomorrow. After all, I have to break the chain and come up with new words. Let’s tell the story well.

ps③: I really didn’t go to play 2077 (hard face scratched by heavy rain)