Chapter 872 Dragon Slaying
The dragon fell from the sky to the ground. The height of the 20th floor was about 60 meters. Due to its huge body, this height may not reach the terminal speed of free fall, but the sound of hitting the ground when it finally landed was still It is so huge that when the water ball hits the ground, it will splash a large pool of water, while when the hard iron ball hits the ground, it will only shatter the bluestone floor.
The moment the 30-meter-long dragon touched the ground, cracks on the ground covered an irregular circular surface with a diameter of 100 meters at a speed that was difficult to observe with the naked eye. The stone slab in the center of the fall shattered into powder, and the soil and rainwater in the lower layer of the ground began to fall. Like the sea water raised during a 'whale leap', it rose high. Before it could fall back down, a figure flew out from the center of the fall.
The one who flew out was Zhao Langjun on the dragon's back. He fell to the ground like a rag doll and slid tens of meters away like a curling stone, leaving a straight line of thick red blood on the rubbed ground. Even with rainwater acting as lubricant on the ground, the left half of his face was bruised and bloody due to violent friction. The lens of his left eyeball was completely shattered, and the skin that might normally be delicately maintained was completely torn, exposing the flesh and blood underneath. This kind of damage has reached deep into the dermis, and the basal cell layer has been completely destroyed. Even if it heals later, it will be replaced by scar tissue, and ugly scars will appear on the skin.
But none of this is what Zhao Langjun should care about. Before he accepts disfigurement and half-blindness, he must first accept that he is mute. His tongue has been torn out by Lin Nianqigen. Although people rely on the throat to pronounce words, the so-called 'language' is ultimately completed by the complete mouth. Without the tongue to block the air flow, if you want to speak, it is like the dictionary has been torn out by two-thirds, at least tongue twisters. Don’t even think about reading it anymore.
He lay on the ground and growled, not out of anger, but out of pure physical pain. The reason why he didn't die after falling from a height of 60 meters was because Lin Nian didn't want him to fall to death. He should have died in more pain, at least let him I had the opportunity to see my proud 'mount' being bled and butchered.
A huge shock sounded at the point of fall, and the ground was shaken at the same time. The roar of the dragon was still so simple and full of religious sacredness. After all, there are many depictions of suffering and tragedy in the Bible. Jesus can be It takes three days to kill, let alone a dragon.
After hearing the noise, Zhao Langjun fell to the ground and stood up with difficulty, looking at the scene of the sea of blood in the distance. It was like a dam opening its gates to release floods, and a huge amount of thick, high-temperature red water overflowed to the surrounding area like a fountain. It's highly poisonous dragon blood. Someone was bleeding the dragon. The dragon, whose cervical vertebrae were temporarily paralyzed by sharp ribs, was being drained like a water bag. He fell to the ground like a beached blue whale and occupied almost half of the square in front of the building.
Lin Nian's shadow could be vaguely seen in the poisonous dragon blood with a temperature of nearly 60 degrees. He had been sprayed with blood and was reduced to a human form. His body was covered with red steam. He was half-lying on the body of the wailing dragon, as if he were He was gnawing at the flesh and blood of this monster, but that was not actually the case. He was just opening holes for the dragon.
Without a proper knife, the method of killing would be strangulation or bludgeoning. If you want to kill a dragon, it may be too difficult to strangle or smash it to death. Then just paralyze it and then bleed it. .
Four generations of breeding? No, probably three generations of breeding.
Just by feeling, Lin Nian was able to determine that the blood purity of this pure-blood dragon was stronger than the third-generation dragon he had met in Chicago Harbor. However, in fact, such a comparison may be unfair. After all, the resurrection of the third-generation dragon was Precisely calculated and ambushed by the secret party. After waking up after a hundred or even a thousand years of slumber, the blood flowing in the veins was almost dry. Even the Yanling could only chant the 'whirlpool' and was easily killed by the seventh-order moment.
There is no comparison between Lin Nian now and back then. In the words of the Emperor of Japan, it feels like "the species have all changed."
But even if he was a third-generation species, without a weapon at his disposal, Lin Nian would still have trouble tearing open the dragon scales. If his speech spirit was Jun Yan, this third-generation species would have been burned into dark golden skeletons, but his All word spirits are not directly harmful, even the 'Baqi' only super-strengthens the body's functions.
With the 'Snap' gain, his fastest arm swing can reach three times or even four times the speed of sound, but without the Seven Deadly Sins found under the Yangtze River, his shortcomings were immediately exposed - no A decisive means of killing dragons.
Perhaps during the time he held that legendary alchemy weapon set, he was the most lethal against things like dragons. At least the Dragon King who was suspected to be the King of the Earth and Mountains he met before must not be able to break the Seven Deadly Sins like Murasame did. That sword might have cut off the Dragon King's head for the first time.
The dark gold rib dagger stabbed into the belly of the dragon's body. The tip cut diagonally through the gap between the scales, and then injected force from the gap where the scales connected with the flesh and stabbed into the flesh in one fell swoop. With unparalleled force, it was pulled horizontally, and a large piece The dark red dragon scales flew out together with the skin and flesh, revealing the brown flesh underneath.
This kind of wound is not serious for dragons. Hidden, it is like a nail piercing the palm of the hand. It is painful but not fatal. But what if dozens or even hundreds of such holes appear in a short period of time?
No one dares to think so, because no one can do it. But Lin Nian dared to think so, because he really did it.
Hundreds of blood pillars shot up at the same time. On the huge dragon, the fancy fountain was awakened. The heavy red rain mixed into the black night sky, and the thick poisonous dragon blood rushed to occupy it. With the surrounding ground, they gathered into a strange and grand shape like a carefully arranged altar, and the center of the altar showed the ongoing living sacrifice.
Yan Ling Time Zero.
Covered in a realm that disrupts the laws of physics, no noisy airflow or air explosion occurs at high speeds. Obviously this is the most striking contrast between 'Snap' and 'Time Zero'. When it comes to completing this kind of high-precision surgery, 'Time Zero', known as the Assassin's Spirit, is always the first choice.
The blood holes on the body of this third-generation dragon were quickly opened, and the dragon scales peeled off like fish scales. One hole after another was opened, and a flood of dragon blood poured out on the ground. The invulnerable dragon body was like Like a sponge, it is freely poking holes that will never recover. This shows that Lin Nian is too familiar with the body of a pure-blooded dragon, because this is all thanks to the crazy people at Kassel College.
Few people know that after Cassel College successfully captured a third-generation species in Chicago Harbor, Lin Nian, as an operations specialist, was invited to take a class in the ice cellar.
In that class, Lin Nian personally watched how the madmen pieced the dragon's cut torso together, froze the brain nerves with liquid nitrogen, and then used a large cutting machine to tear them apart bit by bit, and cut them into cross sections. As a teaching tool, he was taught step by step, the only student qualified to listen to this course called "Dragon Anatomy", how to efficiently and bloodyly dismember a body and paralyze a pure-blood dragon in battle.
Lin Nian has always been a top student at Kassel College. Because with the help of the blond girl, his memory and understanding have always been unmatched, so the class was about the number of dragon bones and the gaps between them. , nerve locations; the connection between dragon scales and the epidermis of dragon skin, the layered map of subcutaneous tissue, the locations of the ulnar nerve, brachial plexus and tibial nerve. He is familiar with all the knowledge.
In the course that was specially designed for him, he finally got an 'A', a perfect pass. So even without the proper weapons, he's the hybrid who best knows how to kill a dragon.
Every bloody hole on the dragon's body cuts off the vital nerves and muscles just right, and every heavy blow shatters the self-healing internal organs. If he were the next generation, he would never be reduced to this situation, because the terrifyingly powerful self Healing ability can allow him to die with dignity, but it is a pity that he is only a third-generation species.
Just a third-generation species? But when did the third generation breeders have to be allowed to be eaten by mermaids? Zhao Langjun didn't know, and neither did Long. But it turns out that in the historical process of hundreds of thousands of years of hybrids multiplying, perhaps the era of dragons has really begun to end, and pure-blooded dragons are no longer the so-called symbol of hegemony.
The dragons' roars of anger and fear spread almost throughout the world. If this was really in a real coastal city, then this shrill roar would be enough to wake up the entire city, but unfortunately, this is the Nibelungen .
The moment they stepped into the conference room and the door of the conference room closed automatically, they were already in the Nibelungen. Zhao Langjun needed a place where he could fight freely, so why didn't Lin Nian also have this need? Only now it seems that the latter has the upper hand in the ferociousness and terror that emerges after removing each other's scruples and disguises.
The winding black snake swept up in the flying muddy water with a whimpering wind. It was the dragon's neck. After the rib dagger pierced the dragon's cervical vertebrae, the dragon's body was temporarily cut off from sensing. Even if the self-healing ability could be restored, He can repair the wounds in a short time to regain control of his body, but I'm afraid he will have to be truly killed in this 'short time'.
Therefore, the crisis of death still forced him to desperately raise his neck and head, the only ones that could still move, and swept towards the white monster on his body that was plundering his supposed infinite vitality, but this was in vain. Two pillars of blood The next moment, the dragon eyes popped out from under the iron face of the head. It was obvious that Lin Nian thought they were too dazzling and dug them out, even destroying the brain inside.
The first brain and the second brain have been destroyed, and the nervous system of the dragon body of the third generation species has been completely cut off. The last and most troublesome process has to be completed.
After confirming that this dragon could not be killed in any way, Lin Nian's figure finally appeared on the upper half of the dragon's body. At this time, only his arms were left with the dragon transformation, and the white scales continued. On both shoulders, the five fingers of the left and right hands were replaced by sharp sickle-like bone claws.
He raised his right arm, and then slammed it down to penetrate a huge hole! The dragon scales, dragon skin, fat, muscles, and bones were cut open all the way until the whole person was lying on the dragon's abdomen. Both hands were inserted into it, and then the wound was opened little by little until it was big enough for one person to pass through. size.
"Uh huh!" Zhao Langjun's hysterical roar came from the distance, probably because he wanted to say 'no', but because he was too urgent, he spurted out balls after balls of dirty blood. He saw what Lin Nian wanted to do, but his roar was still a step too late.
When Lin Nian decides to do something, he has basically finished it when others make objections. For example, when he says he wants to stab you, when you say no, he is already wiping it clean. Dagger has contacted the crematorium for you.
Lin Nian disappeared. Zhao Langjun couldn't find Lin Nian. Those were the ten most terrifying seconds in Zhao Langjun's life. Ten seconds later, the three generations of dragon species on the ground suddenly shook violently, and a shrill dragon roar that could destroy human brain nerves erupted from the blind man. A huge iron mask erupted!
The entire earth and sky seemed to be trembling with the same frequency, and the city's water surface rippled criss-cross. Until the sound was cut off, the huge life process stopped. The creatures that were said to never be killed became history, and only a large amount of red blood rushed to the front. The ground emerges from the hole, just like an artistic fountain leaving a fleeting and shocking beauty.
The next moment, Zhao Langjun heard the sound of dripping blood again, coming from beside him. After staring blankly at the breathless dragon for half a minute, he gradually turned his head and used his only remaining eyeball. He saw a real 'bloody man' standing next to him, looking down at him.
"The hearts of dragons are difficult to destroy, because they are larger than blue whales and must have a heart weighing hundreds of kilograms." The other party said, "So it is very difficult to kill pure-blooded dragons. Destroying their brains, spinal nerves, and hearts in one go in a short period of time. The first two are relatively easy to achieve, but the latter has always been a problem for hybrids."
"But it's just a problem." Lin Nian knelt down and looked at Zhao Langjun, his golden eyes blazing red. "The only meaning of a problem is to be overcome. For me, whether it's the 'Knight' or the 'Solomon Temple' Yes', you're not even a 'problem'."
Zhao Langjun stared at Lin Nian, the face of the defeated man who had lost too much blood was full of the most negativity imaginable by humans. Even if it was distorted, it was a compliment to this scene. The pain and despair of a 'knight' losing his 'mount' was unimaginable, but Lin Nian didn't need to imagine it, because he just wanted to continue to bring more.
This kind of tyranny had never been seen in him, neither by the Cabal nor by anyone else, and now it broke out for the first time in this unwatched Nibelungen.
"Actually, the last thing you should do is use your mouth to say that name." Young Lin said softly, and put his hand on Zhao Langjun's face. The moment he touched the other person's forehead, the remaining limbs The blood mist exploded, all the bones and nerves were interrupted, and the man's proud head was pressed to the ground so gently.
Lin Nian lowered his head and looked at the only eye exposed between his fingers, applying strength in his hands little by little. No matter what the opponent was moaning and roaring, the ground under the head that was exerting pressure was little by little. It cracked a little bit, until the hand holding his head suddenly sank down like it was empty. Everything fell into a stillness.