Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

“wrwryyyyyy!!!——————wryyyyyyyyyyy!!————”

Tokyo Radio Tower, night, large observation deck.

The weird and harsh laughter kept playing, it was the man's almost crazy roar, and it was the last carnival on the eve of victory!

At this time, what appeared in front of the king was the scene he had dreamed of.

Yuan Zhizhi's eyes were lifeless. She was an imperial hybrid with the most noble bloodline in the mixed race world, but at this moment, they all looked like puppets in front of her.

Of course, this is just a sideshow at best.

Wang Zong has completed the layout of the two brothers a long time ago. The Genji brothers have been his puppets from the beginning. Even if he controls them, there is nothing to be proud of.

The king's bloodline is shallow and cannot be compared with these royal hybrids, but he uses his heart as a dragon king and the wisdom of playing with the two as the pillars of his pride.

He never took the Genji brothers, or even the entire Japanese mixed race, seriously.

What really made him so ecstatic was the girl who fell face to the ground with her eyes closed tightly and tears flowing from her eyes, as if she was in a nightmare.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, this hybrid made the king feel complete defeat and pain for the first time.

Whether it was the purity of the dragon's blood or her tactical talent, the girl completely defeated him.

But, but.

“wryyyyyyyyy!!!!!!————”

Deadpool and King General under the mask of Gongqing. [Existence

But this is actually not a big deal, because even if [Existence X] himself is here, he will only scream like this.

It was pure ecstasy!

Deadpool was trembling at a very high frequency. His mask was like a twisted clown's mask. He looked at his raised hands, where the sharp metal blades reflected the light coming from a distance, which was so dazzling.

He began to step, like a tango, like a ballet, spinning and jumping, almost crazy and ridiculous.

finally

Everyone who was in the way disappeared.

No, hold it back! I can't laugh yet, but all the troublesome guys have disappeared.

Bondarev's pawn has fallen, and this defeat will strengthen my rule. Next, whether it is the Eight Sheqi Family or the Fierce Ghosts, everyone else will trust me completely no matter what. At this rate, it will only be a matter of time before the White King's remains are found.

——Only I can do it!

Can anyone else do it?

Can you do this? !

Then, can we continue?

Yes, I am the only one who can become the king! ! !

The king was almost enjoying the joy in his heart, roaring at the top of his lungs——————

I will become the god of the new world! ! ! ! ! ! ——

"wryyyy!! Cough, cough, cough-"

Suddenly, the king's shouts stopped midway. The Deadpool, who was wearing a mask of a public minister, touched his throat and discovered that a small cut had been made there by a blade, and thick blood was now coming out.

Ah, it's the woman from the executive bureau.

At the moment before Fujimaru Ritsuka fell into coma, Yabuki Sakura had discovered the existence of the Deadpool King because she believed in Ritsuka's judgment. The Grand Observation Tower was the battlefield where she and Kazama Ruri fought, and she touched the one she had used. After throwing the weapon, it hit the fatal place and penetrated Deadpool's neck.

But unfortunately, as a hybrid, Yabuki Sakura was still too weak, not strong enough, and the toxins on the blade were not enough to kill the transformed dragon-shaped Deadpool, so it did not prevent this from happening.

At this time, the Deadpool puppet wearing the mask of the prince, hereafter referred to as the Deadpool King, slowly turned his attention to the woman named Yabuki Sakura, only to find that she was trying to take away Fujimaru Ritsuka who was collapsed on the ground, but Yabuki Sakura's right hand was strained in the previous battle with Kazama Ruri, and her body suffered severe blood loss and was almost unable to walk.

But even so, the girl was still so stubborn that she tried to grab Fujimaru Ritsuka's sleeve with her left hand and try to drag him away. Her blood also flowed from her body to the ground, adhering to the dust and forming a disgusting pattern.

Embarrassing and ugly.

The king tilted his head and commented on the scene in front of him, then controlled the Deadpool puppet and slowly walked towards it.

He is very interested in bullying the weak, and is also addicted to taunting the losers, but he does not intend to do this. He is just a cautious villain, intending to kill Fujimaru Ritsuka with one last blow, and incidentally remembered Yabuki Sakura. There is also evidence on hand that proves Tachibana Masamune's identity as a traitor.

Although it seems that there is no need to destroy it now, as evidence of his failure, the general Wang has an impatient desire to destroy it.

Yabuki Sakura's consciousness was almost blurred, and she was barely aware of the king's presence when he stood a few meters in front of her. Her pale blue eyes looked at the king so blankly that even the golden pupils couldn't light up.

The dry lips trembled slightly, and the only intact arm was raised, but Yan Ling's power could not even lift the thin blade.

She gritted her teeth and threw the black box containing the evidence in the opposite direction.

King Deadpool subconsciously focused his attention on the intercom in mid-air, while Sakura Yabuki burst out the last bit of energy she gained after resting nearby——

She did not run away, but jumped up like a black butterfly, and her shadow covered the sky above the king.

In her hands were the two swords she had snatched from the hands of the absent-minded Yuan Zhisheng at some point. They were alchemical weapons capable of killing gods, and now they were used to cut off the heads of evil spirits!

Yabuki Sakura thought that as long as this deadpool king was killed, the snake-shaped deadpool and the dragon-shaped deadpool would go berserk. If the blood of Kazama Ruri was used as bait to lure them away, then Fujimaru Ritsuka and Fujimaru Ritsuka would be able to escape. Yuan Zhisheng was saved.

She did it without hesitation, as if she had practiced it thousands of times.

The killer's instinct has been engraved deep in the girl's soul. The light of the knife she thrust out was like lightning, and someone's head would definitely fall to the ground the moment it fell.

But the sword light was easily shattered by the metal blade raised by the king.

Although this controlled dragon-shaped Deadpool is no better than the previous Wang Jiang puppet, it still has a deeper mutation than the ordinary Dragon-shaped Deadpool. The hard forelimbs were not immediately damaged even if they collided head-on with the alchemy weapon.

Moreover, Yabuki Sakura's strength is not as strong as Minamoto's, so the King will have no pressure at all.

Not only that, it also grabbed Yabuki Sakura's only intact arm. The sword fell to the ground in an instant and made a soft cry, and the king seemed to crush her hand bones.

But he was horrified the moment he held it. The moment he tightened his grip, the girl twisted around without hesitation and was squeezed into the arms of the dragon-shaped Deadpool.

She took the initiative to break her arm.

Both his left and right hands were destroyed, which should have been a foolish move. But in that brief moment, the king saw Yabuki Sakura holding the famous sword named Spider Kiri between her teeth, and without caring about the injury on her arm, she drew a cold white arc with the sword.

The king is a double agent. He once got to know Sakura Yabuki from the perspective of the eight Seraki families, and he also got to know the girl in the eyes of the fierce ghosts.

A half-breed picked up from the battlefield in Afghanistan, a defective product, a cold-blooded woman with no talent except killing.

Although his abilities are acceptable and he is good at adapting, he is still an accessory to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

He had always defined Yabuki Sakura like this, but at this extremely critical moment, the girl overturned him.

That girl with a cold face should have been wearing a dark black tights in the neon-filled high-rise buildings of Tokyo, killing enemies as gracefully as a civet cat, just like her cool image.

But now, her eyes were bloodshot and extremely red, her slender arms were folded into twisted shapes, and her small cherry mouth that should have been holding red wine was biting the handle of the knife tightly, as if she was going crazy and wanted to send the knife into the enemy. throat.

The King was unable to dodge, and the knife was inserted straight into Deadpool's neck, cutting open the flesh and blood. The originally small wound was bleeding profusely, and the King held down the blade at the critical moment.

He was almost embarrassed and had to use Deadpool's forelimbs. Some of Deadpool's muscles began to bleed from holding the spider cutter's blade forcibly. The Puppet King let out a sharp roar and pressed the knife back hard while cutting Yabuki Sakura and the spider cutter. Thrown to the ground.

Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn! ! ! ! !

The girl's body was filled with despicable blood, but she was stunned to be given this basin of cold water at this moment of great joy.

Sure enough, everyone who has anything to do with Fujimaru Ritsuka is so disgusting.

The fire in the king's heart almost burned out the heavy rain in Tokyo. It grabbed Yabuki Sakura, ignoring the fragile resistance and the scream of broken bones, and just lifted her up and walked towards the broken window of the large observation deck.

snap

The glass shards under the dragon-shaped Deadpool's feet were crushed, and the gravel turned into dust.

Outside the broken window is the high sky with no visible point of impact.

Like a lonely boat in the storm, Yabuki Sakura was hanging in the air. The strong wind blowing between the tall buildings made her long hair dance like a blooming flower. The heavy rain washed away the blood and made some of the hair tips stick to it. On the side of the face, the tall figure looked so thin and barren against the giant dragon-shaped Deadpool, as if it would be broken with just the slightest force.

Outside, countless dragon-shaped Deadpools were screaming and reveling, as if celebrating this feast of flesh and blood.

And underneath, there is the earth that is more than a hundred meters high.

Yabuki Sakura clearly knew, but her eyes did not look at the earth or Deadpool. Her golden pupils had dried up, and her red eyes were fixed on the orange-haired girl who fell on the ground behind the king.

What a shame, the general thought.

Whether it's the fact that the dragon-shaped Deadpool can't speak, or the fact that Fujimaru Ritsuka can no longer wake up from the nightmare.

I originally wanted you to die in front of her.

The king's vision seemed to see the future in advance. The girl's body began to fall the moment it lost support. The deadpool king looked down at the broken girl like a piece of rag, and fell down like a kite with a broken string. He felt in his heart No ripples.

He thought to himself, maybe this is the feeling of sadness when the rabbit dies and the fox dies.

For decades, no one who can threaten the king has appeared.

Everyone is so stupid, so stupid, so persistent, so stubborn, so inflexible, so dull and dull.

While he enjoyed a sense of superiority, he was also swallowed by unimaginable blood sorrow.

It suddenly occurred to him that he might have gotten the result and process wrong as Fujimaru Ritsuka said.

He wants to become a king, but can he really find eternal happiness in the position of Dragon King?

Just for that moment of happiness, how much did you give up?

While he was stunned, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and anger.

Because he seemed to be really scolded by that girl, and he actually started to think about this kind of thing.

But it doesn't matter.

Won, already won.

I am the final winner! ! !

The king sighed with regret, screamed in ecstasy like a madman, and then let go of his hand.

open

open

Why.Can't let go?

It was panic without warning, and the king was suddenly enveloped in this emotion, because he found that the control of the Deadpool had left him!

No, the consciousness is still connected. It's not that Deadpool has left him, but that he is in control but unable to move.

General Wang relied on the puppet's perspective to look at the blurry scenery in front of him. The sharp metal blade in front of him, the outer limbs that cut iron like mud, were trembling at a restrained frequency.

Trembling is the most fundamental and direct reaction of living things.

Fear, when the biological instinct screams for survival, the sympathetic nerve, as an autonomic nerve co-regulated with the parasympathetic nerve, will naturally cause muscle tremors, pupil dilation, increased myocardial contractility, and skeletal muscle vasodilation, thereby improving the body's responsiveness.

It's all about staying alive.

Deadpool's body is no exception. Except for dragons, which are almost equal to fantasy species, all mortal creatures have an instinct called fear.

What is he afraid of?

There is no need to wonder at all.

Click, click, click———

The king's thoughts stopped at this moment, because his brain was then shrouded in blur and blankness.

The blankness is a momentary pause, like the moment of nothingness that flashes after the computer is forcibly shut down. Immediately, the low frame rate picture starts to play, which is a blur of colors, black, red, and white dragging out a long tail, simple and The cold tones began to swirl in front of him like a whirlpool, and he was like a sea fish being ravaged in the whirlpool.

swirl?

King Deadpool will suddenly realize that he is really spinning.

But not the body, but the head.

Click.

Deadpool King's head "slipped" down because it lost support. Broken glass was scattered on the ground. It saw its own neck from inside. The muscle tissue there that should have been hard was now as soft as plasticine, and There are also deep and deep lines.

——At that moment, his brain was connected to his spine and rotated clockwise for about dozens of times.

who is it?

That is simply a stupid question that requires no thought.

In the broken mirror, Wang Jiang Deadpool looked to the side along his neck. There was a standing girl there.

The crimson coat on the girl was in tatters, like an old style found in a trash can on the streets of New York. The loose clothes were swaying slightly in the wind from the high-rise buildings, while the girl lowered her head.

One hand reached forward to grab Miss Sakura's collar to support her, and the other hand was pressed on the side of her neck. The originally shiny orange-red hair was pushed down, covering the girl's eyes.

But that doesn't make sense.

In this dead space filled with darkness, no creature can ignore the color that almost obscures everything.

*

In the dream tapir, it seems that the abandoned holes are still venting sludge outwards, but the entire sea seems to be burned and boiling by the dark flames. It is obviously a silent space and lifeless despair, but it seems that it is in turn being burned. Fear consumes.

They are afraid.

Heini was trembling so much that he wanted to leave the girl's side, and fled around like a frightened bird, but was struggling in mid-air as if being held by a transparent hand. The black mud spit out the wrapped girl again, Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up, but the originally fluid ocean felt like walking on flat ground to her.

For no reason, the original conversation between the girl and Yuan Zhisheng echoed in my mind.

——[The awakening of golden pupils varies from person to person, and there are probably several ways, such as natural awakening, someone chanting the dragon text to resonate, or]

[Strong mental stimulation. 】

The moment she opened her eyes, the world took on color.

It was as if lava was flowing inside, and the blazing high temperature was about to melt and sublimate the entire world. The breathtaking red gold contained a coercion like the earth was shattering, and the majesty of an emperor.

It was pure gold.

She flicked her lips again. It was an ancient language that had been lost for a long time. It had a completely unrecognizable grammatical structure, but it had an unusually beautiful phonology. The space where no sound came out was swept by vibrations like a violent storm!

The heavy pressure swept everything around, and the black mud began to fester and collapse, and even turned from fluid into fly ash. Time began to slow down, and the black rain dripping from the sky was stagnant in mid-air, as if everything was still.

Pure gold enveloped the world of Dream Tapir, and no one knew what the girl's mouth was saying at this moment.

But as the Deadpool King in reality, he could clearly understand the true form of the spirit.

It's not because of the general's knowledge, but because of the pure dragon's writing, which ruthlessly tortures everyone who looks at the girl.

That is the wrath of the king, the power of the king.

The absolute concept is transformed into words that everyone understands and must understand at the moment of chanting, and even makes people hallucinate an ancient painting covered with ocher and indigo, engraved on the ancient limestone wall.

The ferocious and gorgeous wall was illuminated, as if a long scroll of history was unfolding in front of the king. Ancient creatures with human bodies and snake tails formed an endless sacrificial procession. Some held torches high, some held long staffs, and some rode dragons with wings on their backs. The sacrificial procession danced around a huge cave in which lay a huge Skeletons.

The painter used molten gold to paint the withered skeleton. Its left eye was the sun and its right eye was the moon.

The moment I looked into those eyes, time seemed to flow in the opposite direction.

He saw the sacrificial people turned into blood, saw the burning fire extinguished by the wind, and saw thousands of mountains and rivers covered with a layer of turbid ice.

The pure white king raises his giant head above the ice field, dragons and snakes are in full swing in the vast sea, towering cities stand on the land, criss-crossing roads span the sea, and the white dragon lies on the top of the mountain, with its wings torn, hanging down to the foot of the mountain. .

The king's blood flowed down like lava, dyeing the entire mountain red, melting the ice and snow, rising into the sky with blood-colored water vapor, turning into dark red clouds, and raining bright red rain.

The world-famous anger, the world-famous violence, the world-famous death, and the world-famous coquettishness are melted together under the artist's brush, and what is finally presented is the world-famous sorrow.

That was the king who once held the supreme authority in the world.

When all the people surrender, it means that the king rules the world with absolute majesty and power, even enough to compete with the ultimate authority of the world.

——[Yanling.Oracle]

The king was so frightened that he almost wanted to scream, and even his body had screamed. In the war room of the Sheqi Ba family, this man who was always as calm as steel ignored the panic of the people around him and let out a shrill and harsh cry like a baby's cry. shouts.

No one knows the true effect of the oracle.

Even the direct bloodline of the White Emperor only knows that the reason why the Japanese hybrids can break the bloodstain boundary without being summoned by the Black King's words and spirits is because of the royal decree given to his bloodline by the White King before his death. make.

But people still cannot understand the composition of the word spirit itself and its specific function.

The king had thought about this problem in his spare time. He was a man who stood at the pinnacle of mixed race in this world. According to his opinion, the white king is the king who has mastered the spiritual element, and the [Word Spirit. Oracle] can almost Call it the foundation of the king.

That is probably a similar effect to [Yan Ling. Emperor]. It will cause an absolute shock to the souls of the dragons and hybrids in the field.

It can be seen as a call of blood, or as an extremely amplified "dragon's power", which can completely suppress the opponent with its majesty alone.

Legend has it that in the ancient times, Nidhogg's domain was so large that it could cover all of Europe and even part of Asia. His roaring voice on the throne and the power of his speech spirit swept across the European continent and crossed the Ural Mountains. Wherever he went, the dragon clan's The blood descendants all knelt down in the direction of the throne.

The king has always believed that [Word Spirit. Oracle] will have a similar effect. It is the pressure exerted by the White King as one of the two kings to rule all the people.

But at this moment, he realized that he was wrong.

The gold bloomed, and the spirit of words surrounded the air like a song. Countless red particles poured out from the back of Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand, whistling in the air in an almost frenzied manner, passing through the entire observatory and through the steel in the blink of an eye. Penetrating through the rock - the red-gold light pillar stretched wildly into the sky like a Yamata-no-Orochi snake, almost covering the entire Tokyo Tower!

She raised her hand, like a king asking all living beings to kiss the back of her hand, but the countless torrents of light that were vented turned into a monstrous tsunami and swallowed the world.

First, it started with the nearest source, then with Kazama Ruri, and finally connected to the general and the Yabuki Sakura in his hand. But this was not the end. The red and shiny torrent like gold seemed to embody the elements in the air. What kind of transformation has been done to link all the Deadpools in sight!

At the same time, the light on the girl's arm finally faded.

Instead, there were red lines.

Three runes of different shapes seemed to be imprinted on the surface of the skin, but the king knew that those were definitely not decorative runes, but proof that the girl dominated the world as a king!

At the moment of the connection, Wang Jiang instinctively felt the suffocation and fear as if his heart was clenched in a fist.

And that's not an illusion

The spiritual element is the fifth element and the most mysterious element. Its concept is——

"I order you in the name of the Command Seal——"

The girl's golden eyes looked at the back of her hand with a flash of surprise, then looked back at the king general, then she spoke word by word with a smile on her lips.

"Come on yourself, General."

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ps: It's not the original command spell in FGO, it's just that the [Word Spirit Oracle] itself was distorted by the girl's overwhelming spiritual element and took on a state that Fujimaru Ritsuka is more familiar with, and then she called it that.