Volume 2 Hello, Xia Mi Chapter 169: Embracing the World with Warmth (I)
The remaining South American thugs eventually lost their will to resist this thing. Garrincha was dead, and the people who brainwashed them to sacrifice their lives no longer existed. Freedom was at their fingertips. But they might not have the chance to use their freedom now. Behind Fenrir was the subway tunnel. If they still wanted to escape, they would first have to face the Tyrannosaurus that was advancing like moving mountains and seas. It was hard to imagine how the ancient dragon-slaying heroes could muster the courage to use cold weapons in front of this thing. They fled in all directions without any organization. Even if Esther wanted to stop them, it would be useless. Many of them could not understand Esther's English at all.
As the king of earth and mountains, Fenrir also has an unparalleled affinity for the cement on the platform. When it passes through a certain obstacle, its body does not directly smash these solid substances, but instead blends in with the part of its body that touches it like a ray of light, and then passes by, leaving the obstacle intact behind.
At first, Esther did not believe her eyes. She confirmed it several times. In addition, Fenrir did come from underground when he appeared. Then she understood what elements meant to the dragon clan. Fenrir could easily travel between the Nibelungen and the real world without being discovered because it would not directly damage the surface even when it was active underground. The so-called earth was not an obstacle to Fenrir at all, but a natural nest.
She retreated while firing rapidly, her target was not Fenrir, but Xia Mi. Although she still had a lot of those mercury bullets, facing a creature of Fenrir's size, she really couldn't have the confidence to knock it down quickly. Xia Mi was in human form, and her resistance to mercury bullets would be very poor.
Xia Mi smiled and snapped her fingers. An unprecedented storm raged in front of her, sweeping up countless gravel and dust in a circular motion. The Eye of the Wind King was compressed in a very small space by a new release method and concentrated in a burst. The wind speed in the area even exceeded the speed of a bullet out of the gun. A level 16 typhoon was only 50 meters per second, and the Eye of the Wind King was 20 times that after extreme compression.
Once the mercury bullet entered this area, the extremely high wind speed would bring a large amount of rotating gravel to hit continuously, shattering the bullet abruptly, and large pieces of mercury exploded, and before they could touch Xia Mi, they were swept away by the strong wind. If Esther's single shot was a fatal attack , then Xia Mi now had thousands of bullets. She adjusted the wind direction to release the Eye of the Wind King, and countless speeding stones flew towards the crowd.
There was no need to consider the hit rate at all. With this level of speed, even a stone the size of a fingernail could cause effective damage, leaving thousands of penetration marks on the ground, ceiling, pillars, and someone's abdomen, calf, or face in an instant.
Almost all the South American thugs died under these stones and bullets because they really tried to bypass Fenrir to escape, but the distance was too close and the density of the stones was very high. Some of them were directly beaten into dustpans. The terrified screams were probably the last thing they could leave in this world. Even if they did not die on the spot, they would slowly meet their end in the Nibelungen due to severe blood loss.
They can't even really die in this Nibelungen. Each Nibelungen has its own rules set by its founder, and here, the rule is that they will never die, just like the monsters that became skeletons of sickle-tailed beasts before. The dead here will become the dead of Nibelungen. Soon, whether it is these thugs or Garrincha, they will stand up again with the support of the sickle-tailed beast queen, throw away their skin and flesh, evolve into the form of dragons, lose their self-consciousness, become skeleton-like puppets, and guard Nibelungen forever.
The mixed-bloods of the Arnolds family were farther away, but Esther's forehead was still plowed with a bloody mark. She didn't even react to her injury until she blinked two seconds later and moved the skin around her, and she realized that she was also hit by a bullet. This was still lucky, because the most seriously injured person around her had multiple bullets in his stomach and couldn't even accommodate his own organs, but the man was very tough, and he forced himself to put those white things back without saying a word.
This is Xia Mi's true strength. Among the twins, Fenrir's power is far superior to Xia Mi's, but his IQ is very low, and he can't even use his own power. Xia Mi came back to command Fenrir after learning that all the dragon-slaying hybrids had obtained the key. Without her, Fenrir, who possessed the true power of the earth and the mountains, would be easily slaughtered by these hybrids.
Xia Mi was smart and clever, and she was able to hide her identity and grow up in human society, but her power was not even enough to be called that of a dragon king, but only that of a second-generation species. So she spared no effort to repeatedly temper the power in her hands. This compression and release method of the Wind King's Eye had never appeared in anyone who had mastered this word spirit in history.
This wave of attacks almost destroyed the defense formation of the Arnolds family. They had to choose to retreat, and the relatively healthy people covered the wounded. This empty platform seemed to become very long at this moment, with no end. According to the original design, the direction opposite to the track should be the stairs leading to the upper level, but now it is flat. No matter how far people run, there are always narrow walls on both sides, and there are always flickering incandescent lights above their heads, which can't illuminate the darkness ahead. The hybrids are like a group of little mice in the dark, fleeing from the big cat behind them.
But the big cat is obviously faster than humans. Although it crawls like a lizard, Fenrir is too huge and each movement is countless times faster than that of humans. If it comes to physical strength, humans will obviously lose. This is Fenrir's Nibelungen, and it can chase forever.
Esther was also very clear about this, but she had no choice. Her words were not aggressive, and the only thing she could rely on was the sniper rifle in her hand. At this moment, she was being carried on the shoulders of a strong man and running. If she were to do it herself, her motor nerves would not allow her to run far before she would be sent into Fenrir's stomach.
"Don't be silly, you can't run away, they are playing with us!" Esther patted the hunk's shoulder and shouted to his subordinates, "We show our hands!"
At this moment, she was still immersed in the afterglow of the gambling game not long ago, and subconsciously used the word gambling, but now was indeed the time to show their trump cards. The half-bloods of the Arnolds family certainly did not think that the special mercury bullets in the sniper rifles could deal with the Dragon King, but they might not be willing to play their trump cards unless they were in desperate situations.
Everyone stopped in their tracks at the same time. Unlike the thugs who would fear death when faced with desperate situations, the half-bloods of the Arnolds family were well-trained. Even though they felt a little afraid when facing the Dragon King for the first time, they still retained the strength to fight on their own. When they embarked on this journey, they were prepared for the future they might foresee.
Not everyone is afraid of death.
Esther is the highest leader here, and her words are ironclad. The remaining ten hybrids turned around at the same time, each drawing their own weapon, holding a gun in their left hand and an alchemical sword in their right hand, while firing countless mercury bullets at the same time.
The dense net of bullets shot out tiny sparks on Fenrir's scales, but less than 10% of them were able to leave bullet marks. A large amount of mercury vapor quickly spread. Xia Mi patted Fenrir's head, and Fenrir blew out a breath of dragon's breath. It was not a fire dragon, so it certainly could not spit fire, but the breath of such a big thing was almost as strong as a strong wind. Xia Mi also used the Eye of the Wind King to help quickly clear the mercury vapor. A tiny amount of inhalation would cause Fenrir as little damage as a human would suffer from eating a meal of junk food.
Bronze Throne once again served as the team's forward. This time he was no longer a sumo wrestler, but rather Orgrim Doomhammer. His skin was a strange red and navy blue, the result of a large number of varicose blood vessels close to the surface of the skin. His height was forcibly raised to nearly three meters under the blessing of the power of the Word Spirit. His entire body was pure muscle without any fat, which put a great burden on his bones. After entering this state, he might die because his body could not withstand the pressure and his blood vessels burst.
This is the extreme state of the Bronze Throne. Anyone who masters this word, if they use this maximum limit, even a little girl who can't even hold a chicken, will become the most ferocious fighter in the arena in a second. The increase in muscle strength is by no means as simple as conceptual numbers such as ten times or twenty times. It will be a limit that no one can imagine, even beyond humans or creatures themselves.
He raised his right hand and gave a thumbs up to the people behind him. Fenrir was very close to him. He roared and nailed himself to the ground, with the soles of his feet sinking into the ground. Compared with Fenrir's body size, his feet were so insignificant, but at this moment his back seemed to become very tall, so majestic that he could even rival a dragon.
"Lok Tar Ogar!!!" he shouted out that famous line, and just like he could win the Orc Chieftain cosplay competition now, he is indeed a loyal fan of World of Warcraft.
Fenrir spread his wings and stretched his neck to roar at the man. His astonishing tone was enough to make any ordinary person's heart and liver burst. At such a close distance, the echo in the small space instantly destroyed the man's eardrums, but this was actually a good thing for him. If he couldn't hear the danger, he wouldn't be afraid of it!
He opened his arms and assumed a wrestling throwing stance. Fenrir collided with him head-on. The huge inertia created a strong wind that messed up Esther's hair. Fenrir's head and neck were less than ten meters away from her at the closest point.
But these ten meters became a distance that could never be crossed, because the bronze throne blocked Fenrir!
He held Fenrir's head tightly, and every muscle in his body swelled and bulged. The blood vessels that could not bear the pressure burst one after another, turning him into a bloody fighter. But he didn't care. His feet burst out with amazing power, and even the ground was crushed by him. His arms like tree stumps moved forward half an inch at a time. The amazing power actually gained the upper hand in the wrestling with Fenrir, so that Fenrir had to use the claws on his membrane wings to hold the ground tightly, but he was still pushed back several meters by the bronze throne, and the claws left shocking claw marks on the ground.
This scene reminded people of the dragon-slaying heroes in ancient times. Lu Mingfei had always believed that only radicals like those in Kassel Academy would spare no effort to slay dragons. However, in the course of thousands of years of history, hybrids all over the world had broken through the limits of human beings in the dragon-slaying battlefield in this way, winning victory after victory at the cost of blood and tears.
Cheers broke out in the crowd. This was the first time that humans had the upper hand after fighting the Dragon King. It was truly inspiring. It was hard to imagine that humans less than three meters tall could compete in strength with something that was more than 10 times their own length. It seemed that the power represented by the earth and mountains was just that.
"You're so handsome, so handsome that I can't help but cheer for you."
The cold, mocking voice, with a faint smile, was like a queen standing on the throne, watching the angry knight who wanted to rush over to avenge his partner, but was held back by the royal guards and died under the sword. Her burgundy high heels stepped on the knight's blood, lifting the fluttering hem of her skirt, and she didn't even bother to look back, because she was in a hurry to attend her own ball and accept the cheers of the crowd.
No one knew where the voice came from. The Bronze Throne suddenly noticed something and widened its eyes in horror. They all cared too much about Fenrir, but forgot that the girl who was supposed to be above Fenrir's head disappeared at that moment!
The sharp claws pierced through the chest of the bronze throne, and hot blood slowly flowed out from the huge wound. If it had not been blocked by the sharp claws, the heart in this explosive state would have squeezed out all the blood in the atrium with a single beat.
Xia Mi appeared behind the bronze throne like a ghost. No one could see clearly where she appeared from. Her slender body was now covered with iron blue. The scales that pierced her skin tore her long skirt into pieces. The dragon scales replaced her with a layer of armor that wrapped her whole body. Her slender knuckles were all replaced by sharp claws. The gold in her pupils was brighter than ever before, but without any of the warmth of the past. Only a cold chill remained, as if she was a god born above the clouds, looking down at the tiny creatures.
The power of the bronze throne collapsed in an instant, but the struggle continued. Xia Mi suddenly withdrew his claws, and Fenrir opened his huge mouth and bit the bronze throne, throwing him fiercely behind him. The former dragon slayer fell into the unknown depths of darkness, and not even a piece of bones was left to commemorate him.
But this was enough. He knew that he would die if he stood up, but he just wanted to delay time. Even if it was only for a second, it would increase the chances of victory for the Arnolds family!
