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One train.

To be honest, although it is still rare in this era, it is not impossible.

Since entering the era of "individuality" for all people, some people's supernatural powers have mutated at birth, causing them to become various animals or alien creatures.

And the "personality" that turns a person into a dragon also exists.

Anyway, regardless of whether it is the East or the West, there are such personalities as "transforming dragons", and usually the whole family changes together.

Some of those draconians will turn back into human skeletons after death, but some will maintain the "personality" form in life... just like a real alien creature.

However, the dragon in the container in front of everyone is obviously different from those weird reptiles or personality products.

When you see it for the first time, you will quietly emerge the answer in your heart.

Ah, it's a dragon.

Chernobog has been dead for many years.

It no longer has the kind of heroism and majesty it had when it was alive, and now it is just a dry black wreck frozen in a huge ice block.

According to the carbon 14 dating experiment conducted by the archaeological team, it can basically be determined that the death of the other party was about 4000 years ago.

But such a bone dragon, which had been dead for 4000 years, opened its flaming eyes at this moment!

When its gaze swept over, no matter who was present, there was a cold feeling of being directly hit to the soul.

Like falling into an ice cave.

Immediately Fitzgerald realized that this was not an illusion, because hoarfrost began to spread on his leather shoes and trousers, freezing them harder than bricks and stones, and those strange hoarfrosts were climbing all the way up... and the other People are also inevitable!

The Russian closest to the monster was almost frozen, his hat and face covered with hoarfrost—but the only good news was that his nosebleed was temporarily frozen as a result.

But no one in the room knew better than him. According to those pitiful unofficial histories and records in ancient myths, the dragon skeleton in front of him once had the power to destroy the world when he was alive—this power did not come from the dragon itself. not pure power, but from some mysterious foreign object.

Dostoevsky wanted it, and even if he couldn't get it, it would be nice to know any clues.

So he stood at the door of the container, talking to the dead creature in a low voice.

In the white mist, no one could hear what he said clearly.

Suddenly, the gloomy blue ice flame's eyes turned to the Russians from the bewildered emptiness.Everyone present could hear an ancient and deep thought rumbling in the air, stirring up all the icy breath in the air.

【……You do not deserve】

boom!

An invisible gust of wind gushed out of the container, directly blowing away Dostoevsky who was standing at the door—this wind was so powerful that it blew him straight to the wall of the door of the secret room, and the whole It took several seconds for the person's back to hit it before sliding down.

At this time, Shibukawa Yao, who happened to be quietly hiding at the gate, looked at the Russian who slid to her side:? ? ?

Yo ho, ungrateful guy, you have today too!

The elders in the secret room stared dumbfounded at the man in black who didn't know when he appeared and how much he had heard. The latter was carrying a long knife, and the shadow under the wide hood completely covered his facial features.Among the few people, Dazai's expression changed slightly but he pretended not to recognize her in confusion, which was exactly the same as the confusion of the others.

So under the watchful eyes of everyone, Shibukawa Yao suddenly raised the scabbard sword and directly touched Dostoevsky's heart.

The next moment she tapped the handle of the knife with her little finger, California Qingguang seemed to perceive her thoughts, and the black and red scabbard disappeared abruptly, leaving only the blade inside.

The sharp sword pierced the man's body in an instant!

After the blood splashed out, it was quickly frozen and solidified by the cold air, but Yoshi Shibukawa clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.Because just at the critical moment, Dostoevsky suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the raised handrail of the wall behind him and pulled himself violently—the knife pierced his left lung, but did not hurt to the heart.

"You..." He coughed up blood foam, a little surprised in his purple eyes, "You're not dead?"

"Thanks to you..." Shibukawa Yao pulled out the knife with a slam, and continued to say weakly, "Reaper... leaves work early."

Dostoevsky, who was leaning against the wall, was clutching his bleeding wound. Although the smile on his face was frozen stiff, he was still more cheerful, making one wonder what kind of shivering M he was.

"Cough, cough, cough! The development of this story is really interesting."

"One knife...repay the knife." Shikawa Yao slowly lifted the blood-stained knife, and the blood dripped on it, "I saved you, you didn't kill me... even."

"It's fair." The Russian smiled happily, "But why don't you look up?"

what?

Shibukawa Yao typed a "?" deep in his heart.

When she raised her head, she felt a huge black shadow swooping down at a speed too fast to see clearly, directly covering all her vision!

Rumble!

The second half of the body of the black dragon skeleton still has a huge ice block that has not completely melted, but even so, when it saw the girl, it rushed out of this place like a prison for it without hesitation. container!

Then, it ate Shibukawa Yao in one bite.

Others present: ………

What the hell!what happened!Sudden resurrection or what?Why did you start eating people!Does it have to rely on cannibalism to fully resurrect? !

Fitzgerald thought to himself, there are only a few people left in this secret room, throwing them all into the dragon's mouth may not be enough for people's teeth, so why not let everyone work together to slay the dragon!

Therefore, he turned his head and looked at the jackal whose fur was blown out from the cold and Osamu Dazai with an extremely solemn expression.

"Hey, how about beating this guy together?"

The jackal who wanted to refuse was about to speak when he heard Dazai say flatly, "Okay."

His tone was as normal as if he was going to the supermarket to buy [-]% off fruits and vegetables after get off work, making it impossible to see his true thoughts.

The jackal was startled: Your brain was also eaten by the scarab?

"Are you crazy?" he yelled angrily, but his eyes were fixed on the black shadow trying to re-fly above the secret room, "That's a dragon! Even a dead dragon can freeze us with just one look ! Didn't you see that bastard has been deposed!"

The crippled Russian sat under the wall and coughed blood while sneering. He was not crippled by some dragon, idiot.

But Fitzgerald deadpanned, "That's none of my business."

Jackal:? !

"The reason why you [Jackal Guards] are still fighting in North Africa is probably related to the cowardly nature of your leader." After satirizing the competitor with a cold face, the blonde president turned his head Stiff arms began to move, and steam billowed from the top of his head, "The commander is the courage of the soldiers, coward, why do you fight with me! Get out!"

"Bastard! You..."

"The main reason why I want to kill that thing is because I have never slaughtered a dragon in my life!" Fitzgerald's face flashed with undisguised killing intent and boredom, "But before that, I don't want to kill a dragon!" Mind killing you first!"

Osamu Dazai looked at this arrogant but tough blond man in surprise, his eyes finally showed a bit of appreciation: "Ah, it's interesting... After all, I have never been killed by a dragon before." The way of death feels like the romantic death of a knight who died in battle to save the princess."

The jackal was so angry that his complexion turned black, but his fur was black and he couldn't see this change at all. "You two, if you want to die, you can die. Anyway, I won't accompany you!"

Before he finished speaking, he fled towards the door, but just as he took a few steps, the black dragon skeleton above everyone's head suddenly swung the bones near the tail, smashing down countless large pieces of ice!

Seeing that the falling object was about to hit him, the jackal let out a roar, and behind him appeared a phantom image of the statue of Anubis holding a scale.

This phantom is vivid and lifelike, with bright colors, extremely tall, and the pair of pointed ears almost reach the ceiling.I saw that when Anubis saw Chernobog not far away, the green light in his eyes suddenly lit up, and an indescribable pressure instantly descended on the audience—he stretched out his hand, as if to kill the enemy Drag your heart out and weigh it on your own scales!

However, Chernobog suddenly opened his huge mouth full of circles of sharp teeth as if he had been provoked by some great provocation—Osamu Dazai keenly noticed that the girl was no longer in the other party's mouth, and his face was expressionless. Changes, only the fingers hidden behind unconsciously pinched the knuckles white - the dragon bone roared silently!

Yes, it has no heart, no flesh, no nerves, and it is not even alive.

But even so, Chernobog's remaining arrogance and majesty still prevented him from being humiliated at will by some foreign god who had also been silent for thousands of years.

Egypt is no longer the world of you primitive gods!Even your descendants have long offered the power of faith to the pagan gods that the invaders believed in back then!

There was a taunt in the ice-blue flame, and in the next second, a shock wave visible to the naked eye spewed out from the mouth of the dragon, spinning like a deep sea vortex and rushing towards the phantom of Anubis.

The Egyptian god of death frowned deeply, revealing the expression of an angry beast.The scales in His hand shone brightly, but in the end it was still difficult to withstand the attack of this shock wave.Before dissipating, he took one last look at his descendants with regret.

It's a pity... what descended was just a phantom of divine power. If it was the main body sleeping in the underworld who came here, maybe he wouldn't lose, right?

The leader of the Jackal Guard watched in disbelief that his biggest hole card was broken in this way.

But he couldn't take care of that much anymore, because the aftermath of the terrifying storm and the huge ice blocks stagnant in the air landed together, and this time it hit the target!

Fitzgerald looked at the blood and minced meat overflowing under the pile of small icebergs with a strange expression, was silent for a few seconds, and then turned to Osamu Dazai: "Sir, do you still want to slay a dragon in this situation? "

However, what puzzled the Americans was that the black-haired young man in front of him didn't feel the slightest fear or shrink back after seeing the death of the jackal.On the contrary, his expression was more like he had been stabbed suddenly, showing an injured expression inadvertently.

"Of course." Dazai's tone showed some inexplicable meaning, as if he was trying to endure something, "Now I want to experience this guy's strength for myself."