Chapter 913 The Twelve Gospel Spirits Forgive the Weak and the Weak

The knight on the dragon carcass in the heavy snow was half-kneeling, his knees falling heavily, looking at the small but majestic figure in the snowy field. He had never seen such a pair of eyes before - no, maybe he had.

At that time, when he held the "Bible and True Testament" given to him by the priest for the first time in the temple, the priest was full of joy and encouragement.

When you open it, you will see a large number of animals wandering on the pages. They crowd the streets, constantly pour into the forks, and head towards distant countries. In the garden of joy and beauty, black snakes linger and nap on the apple trees, and naked men and women play among the flowers. He also saw an extremely huge pyramid, which stood far away on the yellow sea, and shepherds entered it with their white sheep.

The omnipotent Lord stands there, and the Lord is so kind and loving that His pupils are fiery red—hidden there are all the horrors and evils in the world, which is what they call hell.

"Lord?" The knight did not express the hesitation that appeared in his heart for a moment, and what followed was overwhelming shame and anger. How dare he exchange a test subject, an embryo born from a test tube and the dirty ideals of scientists, for the 'master'?

Even if you don't actually say it out loud, having this thought is disrespectful to your devout faith and an insult to the gods you admire.

So the knight was angry, and his spirit was boiling with the stimulation of faith. He temporarily let the control return to his hands. He stood up holding on to the boundless territory that bathed the entire Nibelung. He hunched over and roared lowly at the man with molten red eyes.

"Who are you! Who are you?"

"I never like to repeat myself. I will only pray for the same person twice, once when she is born and once when she dies."

The girl's left hand was gently placed in front of the huntress, so the huntress understood her meaning and quietly retreated, leaving the final stage to Him.

"People can only be so angry for several reasons." He looked at the stooped old man's skin on the dragon skeleton, "either because of the loss of family ties, or the insult of love, or the collapse of faith. I guess, what makes you so angry The reason is exactly one of them.”

Those words, those eyes, are like looking through people, piercing them, and using tongue-like eyes to lick the soul that shrinks as much as possible inside.

The knight didn't answer, and didn't dare to listen. He was trying his best to communicate with the huge dragon skeleton under him. It was the only power he had to stop the change, and it was also the basis for overturning the chessboard and winning the game.

In contrast, the deadpools who crowded around the girl in circles on the snowy field were completely abandoned. But the strange thing is that the temporary deadpools did not lose their zombie bloodline due to the loss of connection. They still maintained their zombie origins. They looked ugly, but it could be seen from their eyes that what was burning in the golden eyes was no longer blood, but some kind of unimaginable fanaticism.

Can someone like Deadpool also have faith?

The answer is of course yes. The only thing the Deadpools believe in is blood, the blood of pure blood dragons. Therefore, there will never be a shortage of black waves around dragons. They are bloodthirsty bats and light-chasing moths. They gather because of the power of dragons, and they are always waiting for the weakness of dragons to swarm them, peel skins, tear bones, and drink thirsty. blood.

Even if Dragon Skeleton dies, he is still a pure-blooded dragon. The knight can use him to control Deadpool's group, but now these groups are out of his hands. There is one and only one reason - they are becoming stronger and more domineering. offered allegiance to the great being.

This reawakened girl's bloodline is more powerful than pure-blooded dragons?

The joke was not funny, and it was impossible for the knight to believe this false idea.

If he is asked to admit this, then should he then admit that he gave instructions to the Solomon Temple Council for a moment about him and the 'Lord' described in the Bible, and that the gods who gave the knights the meaning of their existence would be related to them? Is He in front of me hooked?

"How much do you think I look like the god you believe in?" A cold and high-pitched voice sounded in his ears.

The knight lowered his head in shock and saw the girl smiling, her molten red eyes staring at him, as if she wanted to burn away all his pretense, burning the skin of his own control all the way to his body, and then grinding and torturing it. A soul that is already trembling but unwilling to admit this fear!

The knight punched the dragon's head on the head, and shook the dark iron surface with his fist. The ferocious bone protrusions trembled and opened cracks. The dragon's body crawling in the snow finally moved under the shock, as if to force it. With that instinctive awe, he raised the battle flag again.

The knight was roaring, and he was burning himself. It was also a disguised bloodline refining technology, but the price was that the controlling old man seemed to be burned out and fell from the dragon's body, falling straight into the big wing. In the white mist raised.

In the heavy snow, only a majestic and huge dragon carcass rose into the sky.

There was a hint of amusement in his eyes, more of a joke, as he watched the huge dragon carcass finally wave its angry wings and raise the snow dust all over the sky.

It is inconceivable that such a huge body that violates aerodynamics can fly, but only those who have truly studied dragons know that the ancient poem "The dragon walks on the red air, and the sky half speaks" has been explained got the answer.

‘Red Qi’ is literally translated as red glow, but it is actually the rupture of the valence bonds between atoms under Yan Ling, releasing a large amount of energy, resisting gravity with surreal power.

But during the take-off process, the knight hiding in the dark also felt dozens or even dozens of times more pressure, which was because the release of the spirit spirit was hindered. What he is controlling now is the corpse of a pure-blooded dragon. Even though it is only the fourth generation, it is definitely not a giant that a hybrid can influence.

"Things that can suppress dragons can only be dragons. Who are you!" There was a roar under the iron surface of the dragon skeleton. It was the knight speaking through the corpse. His connection with the dragon skeleton had long been It has exceeded the limit that normal people can imagine.

At this moment, the knight no longer believed his previous deductions, and turned to the pair of molten red golden eyes that had given him incredible power. He could overturn all the observations, guesses, and plans of those three days!

This is definitely not something that the "Butterfly Project" can create. Even the ultimate in science and the crystallization of biology will eventually have its limits under the constraints of the times.

The thing he was facing now was definitely beyond that limit, so there was only one answer.

This little girl observed by human naked eyes is a pure-blooded dragon that has survived from the ancient times. It is enough to cause the bloodline pulling phenomenon of four generations of dragons. Even the ones affected are the corpses that have been dead for an unknown number of years. This This terrifying bloodline pulling phenomenon cannot even be achieved by the next generation.

Could it be that the other party is...

"The first generation? The four great monarchs?" He looked up at the dragon carcass flying in the snow and fog, blocking the sky and shook his head. "Don't associate me with those losers who have failed and died. I should be in your imagination. There is a nobler, more perfect image.”

Pride is no longer a word to describe him, but now the knight can only feel fear because the other party has read what he is thinking. He had already opened a distance of nearly a hundred meters, but he could not escape the prying eyes of those molten red eyes.

Butterfly Project.

Black Swan Harbor.

Red Book.

God's son.

Wait, is she the remains of the dragon that Dr. Herzog temporarily showed him as mentioned in the Red Book and buried deep in ten thousand years of ice?

Yes, it was mentioned in the plan that the dragon skeleton left a cocoon. Could it be that the Black Swan Harbor explosion was because the Butterfly Plan completely failed and that cocoon successfully hatched a real dragon and destroyed everything there?

As the knight distanced himself and reached the border of the Nibelung sky, he was preparing for an all-out counterattack. Even though the tiny figure on the snow-white land had disappeared into the rising snow mist, he could still feel it. Burning Red looked at him with terrifying eyes.

He must be killed here!

This is the surging intuition of the knight. No matter what the other party is, the personality of the little girl who called herself Yelena must be real. Since it exists, it means that the terrifying thing that appeared before and now has always been there. Hidden in a deep sleep, and now he has just awakened with such terrifying power. If he were to leave the Nibelungen, it would be a complete disaster for mankind!

Don’t get me wrong, the Temple of Solomon does not hate the disasters it can bring to mankind. In their eyes, terrifying power of that kind is a “revelation” worth controlling. What they fear, fear and even reject is that they cannot control it. It's just a disaster at their hands.

Just like the devil that now possesses the girl, the knight is sure that the devil is definitely something that the Temple cannot control!

Kill him while he wakes up! Even if it is destroyed, it doesn't matter. There is another suspected product of the Butterfly Project hidden in the Nibelungs. Even if it may be a failure, there must be something to gain!

The knight had made up his mind, so the white dragon carcass in the sky stagnated, spreading its wings like a cross and freezing in the sky of the vast coniferous forest, snow-capped mountains, and boundless snowfields, and the blizzard also froze.

The difficult and unpronounceable language resounded. It was a grand spirit of words being nurtured in its infancy. It was also the strongest power that the knight could release from the dragon skeleton. The entire mountains and snowfields began to rise in white. The mist is the vibration of the elements, symbolizing that the 'water' in the basic elements of wind, fire, earth, and water has begun to be called to gather, preparing for a world-beating battle!

"Having the corpse of a fourth-generation species, you gave up fighting with me with swords and blood, and chose to fight with the spirit of words. I have to say that this is quite... a smart behavior."

He looked at the white snow dust on the ground, his gaze penetrated the giant white shadow cast in the sky and commented with a chuckle, "But to be able to use this word spirit with the blood of four generations of the King of Ocean and Water, maybe this The poor guy was a loyal member of the Mimicking Faction a thousand years ago?"

"'Sound Imitation Faction'?" The female hunter behind him couldn't help but ask in a low voice. Even she was curious about the secrets of those ancient races that had never appeared in human records.

"The product of a group of people who have different views on power. They believe that the real power of the dragon race always comes from imitating the sound of rules, that is, the language school that takes the 'True Power of Word Spirit' as its iron law." He said casually Explained, "The ones who oppose them are the martial arts faction that pursues the 'Iron-Blooded Demonstration Power'."

"The former believes that the spirit of speech is the elegant fighting style that truly belongs to the dragon clan, while the latter believes that the Iron Throne where kings fight can only be cast by the blood and fire cut by swords, and only the weak will be killed by the power of frivolous words. "

"Then which faction are you from?"

"Me?" He tilted his head, "If my dear sister obeys 'force', then I can probably only be on the 'quan' side. After all, she and I have been on opposite sides since childhood. "

"Then you want to shoot him down with the 'Word Spirit'?"

"There is currently no record of the gene fragments ingested by the little guy's body that can directly confront the gestating spirit of speech in the sky." He shook his head, "The 'Prince' has become a real 'power' sect under her influence. Well, from now on I can only become a reckless man who fights with a knife, which is really sad."

"Then there's no need to stop him?" The female hunter raised her head. She could feel the increasingly terrifying pressure in the sky as time went by. The white skylight was like a piece of glass whose tension had reached its limit, and could be followed by a ray of light at any time. Cracks appear and collapse.

"It's still necessary. After all, the 'Prince' is still in this Nibelung." He nodded, but there was still some regret on his face, "But it's a pity that it can only be solved in a way that I don't like."

He raised his head and closed his eyes. The huntress held her breath and did not dare to disturb him.

After a few seconds, He opened his eyes and said to himself, "Watch carefully, little one."

He breathed, and the huntress took a step back, because she felt a sense of suffocation, as if the back standing in front of her had sucked the air out of the entire world in that one breath.

She seemed to be able to see a shadow rushing down from the sky with a strong wind, and huge power was poured into that body.

The originally exhausted body and the burning and dry blood poured into her body with new strength. The terrifying sound of cracking glaciers sounded on her body. It was the sound of scales and bony protrusions brutally tearing apart the skin and bursting out. Black dragon wings Rushing out from the split blood-red back, twelve anti-human and anti-biological organs were rapidly generated in the body, interlocking with each other.

The most horrifying thing is that the blood-like liquid was left in the corner of the molten red pupils, which was evaporated into red steam by body temperature, rose to the top of his head, and was fixed into a disk by indescribable power, like a blood Forged halo!

She opened her hands to welcome the sky, her blood-red black wings trembled behind her, and her molten red pupils overflowed with the joyful violence of rebirth!

"This is how your power should be used." He exhaled a mouthful of red mist made from boiling blood, which melted into the mist of white snow.

The huntress couldn't help but retreat, because she felt fear, which was the most primitive awe of power. She could feel what changes had taken place in that beautiful and violent body - it was beyond violent blood. The perfect evolution beyond Deadpool's dragon transformation is something that all the talents of the hybrid Qiongqi species cannot accomplish, the ultimate bloodline refining technology!

He said that he was the 'Quan' sect who preferred the power of words and spirits, but now the forbidden power that the 'Power' sect had sealed away in the legendary great library was coming! That is a flesh and blood reconstruction technology that all dragons are crazy about! Symbolizing the most extreme exercise in biological evolution!

This technology appeared in the human world for the first time, so it does not have a name for it. If you insist on naming it, according to the complicated literal translation of Longwen, it should probably be called:

Bloodline refining technology·Twelve works of gospel spiritual construction to forgive suffering and weakness.