Klein looked at the scene in front of him, his expression still indifferent.
When alien gods invaded the earth, it also caused many horrific endings. Countless innocent humans died tragically or turned into monsters. Naive and ignorant people were seduced by alien gods and offered sacrifices fanatically...
Many of the things he saw were much more tragic than the scene in front of him...
This was just an ordinary incident. And there wasn't much chaos and madness. Klein didn't feel any traces of pollution from them.
There is nothing special about them except that two of them are at angel level or above.
But why did He dream about a few of them?
He can actually tell that these people have more or less connections with him. Well...he who is sleeping may have a close connection with them.
Klein did not dismiss this dream, but continued to watch everything happen calmly.
The cold and handsome young man was almost completely wrapped in dragon scales at this moment, and the scales all over his body were opening and closing. He was taking a deep breath, inhaling a huge amount of oxygen, and bloody bone spurs stretched out from his body.
The muscles under the scales rippled like water, and then suddenly tightened into shape. He stood up slowly, using his knees to reverse his legs.
He picked up the weapon at hand and bowed slightly, his golden eyes as cold as ice. He had almost completely lost his mind.
At this moment, all that was left in his eyes was a cruel murderous intention.
Klein looked at the dragon-turned-man with some surprise.
Although there is not much pollution... but is it still close to getting out of control?
Is it a bloodline issue?
In this case...it will be difficult to return to normal.
Klein looked at the two dragons in the confrontation and sighed slightly in his heart. He could see that one was a real dragon, a mythical creature in their worldview, and the other was a human with a bit of extraordinary blood.
Human beings are resisting the tyranny and madness brought by the depths of their blood... To a certain extent, it is really similar to losing control, but without the pollution.
If possible, find a way to save it...
This is just a premonition dream...
It should be salvageable.
The ancient language was spoken in the dragon's mouth, and a powerful force was inspired, and its territory expanded rapidly.
Strong ionization and magnetization effects appeared in the field, the rails melted, and the metal droplets were suspended and rotating around the dragon. Those bright droplets continued to collide and burn, and the impurities turned into ashes and fell, and the remaining droplets became more and more.
The brighter it gets. The Dragon King tempers his weapons with the spirit of words. Finally, these droplets collide and condense, turning into a huge weapon with a strange shape in the hands of the Dragon King, like a sickle for harvesting life.
The dragon-turned-man's power seemed to be related to flames. Klein felt that something around him seemed to be burning again, and the area was also expanding.
In a field with a diameter of 10 meters, a layer of air can be clearly seen at the edge of the contact between the two fields, with hundreds of thousands of volts of white-purple static electricity and thousands of degrees of black fire snakes swimming on it. The bright areas are dazzlingly bright, and the dark areas are dazzling.
The place is like a black hole.
Both sides kicked off the ground at the same time, the bent knee joints exploded with unusually huge force, and their figures disappeared at high speed.
The two non-humans flew across the huge space, making a deafening roar every time they collided.
For ordinary people, it is almost impossible to catch two non-human figures in the sky. But in Klein's eyes, they are just a little fast at best, and their every move is completely watched by the gods.
But now he subconsciously copied and pasted these moves.
But since this was a dream, and he didn't quite understand the principle of this special ability, as the old master of mysteries, he still failed several times before he managed to copy it.
Klein was a little curious about the new power.
Their abilities were recorded here, and he was distracted to pay attention to the other side, paying attention to the boy who looked a bit useless.
I don't know why, but he seems to have a good impression of that boy.
Just like...friends who get along well with each other.
Friends?
Klein twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
Unexpectedly, I could make a friend in this new world.
Of course he knew that the conclusion he subconsciously came to was correct.
It's just a little sad.
All his previous friends, including parents and relatives, were buried in that old city. After waking up, only the time in Tingen was relatively relaxing.
At that time, I didn't know anything, and I still had expectations to go home, and I also had trusted partners and teammates as a Nighthawk. Unfortunately, in the end, they were all buried six feet under, leaving lilies to bloom.
The living yearned for revenge and put on red gloves.
The immortal ghosts of the past wander in foggy cities and drift on the boundless sea...
They never walked side by side again.
Because He can no longer go back.
He knew that there was still a pair of worried eyes watching Him.
She would enlighten Him very patiently, guide Him out of the chaos and madness, and have been with Him from the beginning.
But...she was just an innocent noble lady in the beginning...
She doesn't need to carry so much...
Klein sighed inwardly and complained silently, while not forgetting to pay attention to his friends here.
With his delicate face and downturned eyebrows, he seems to be just an ordinary and somewhat introverted young man, but he does have powerful power in his body.
What the gods care about most is the loneliness that seems to be cut off from the world and abandoned by the whole world.
Klein understood that loneliness.
He showed the only smile that came from the heart so far, but that smile was still very shallow.
It seemed faintly like there was nothing there, and it flashed by like Mona Lisa's smile. But that was enough.
The person talking to the lonely young man was a child with brilliant golden eyes.
The young man thought the child was a devil...
However, God knows very clearly that they are the same person.
This reminded the god of his past self.
If it were Him...
I will decisively give my other self to the shark.
Because that will affect Him.
However, he had no way to interfere with the young man. After all, it was his own business and he could only rely on himself to solve it.
The devil stood at the end of the platform holding the bouquet of white roses, with a smile that was unclear whether it was pity or ridicule, looking up at the two shadows like shooting stars in the sky. The strong wind blew away the roses, and the white petals
There was a lot of excitement.
"In exchange...brother?"
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the other side.
"It's like a nightmare."
"The nightmare is over."
The dragon-like characteristics of the Dragon King's whole body are rapidly fading away, the protruding muscles have calmed down, and the bone spurs, scales, bony protrusions, and sharp claws have all been retracted into the body; the terrifying and terrifying wings are folded slowly, clinging to the back, hiding.
Subcutaneously; the scarred body is healing at a high speed, and the new skin is as delicate as a baby.
She turned into a naked and beautiful girl, her skin seemed to be flowing with light. Every curve was youthful and beautiful, clean and free of any evil thoughts.
"You are about to die, do you have anything else to say?"
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"Actually, you wouldn't have died here...but why didn't you listen to my advice and insist on coming here?"
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"Don't mind, I just wanted a few more minutes...I have a few more questions."
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"I erased your memory. Remembering me is not a good thing for you."
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"Why are you observing me?"
"Because you bear the mark of Odin."
"brand?"
Odin?
Klein actually remembered the Norse God King he saw after he fell.
It turns out that He came to a mythical world?
Klein is still sleeping at this time. He is currently in this precognitive dream. He can be said to be completely in sleep. He has not woken up and has not accepted his own memories while sleepwalking. He only has cognition of the world he has fallen into.
The first rainy night.
Because he was half asleep and half awake on the rainy night. It was not until Miss Justice came to his side that he fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.
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"Have you been learning about humans?"
"You don't understand dragons at all. Dragons, like humans, were just children who came into this world at first."
"Isn't he a god?"
"There is a time when God just opens his eyes to see the world. He doesn't understand anything at that time. Isn't he a child?"
God...?
Klein thought of a certain born mythical creature, and his face darkened for a moment. He was not born a mythical creature, nor was he born aware of it, but he knew very well that his bastard second nephew was definitely born to play pranks!
Totally a naughty kid!
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"Have you finished asking all the questions?"
"The last one...are you really Xia Mi now?"
"It's me," she tilted her head and smiled sweetly, "I'm Xia Mi, don't think about anything. You just had a dream, and all the scary things you encountered in the dream were all fake...
"
She had a beautiful smile, a radiant face, a little baby fat on her cheeks, and small tiger teeth at the corners of her mouth. The flames reflected her body in a beautiful rose red color, and her hair rose and fell in the wind, like the flight of a butterfly.
The man stared at her for a long time, then slowly opened his arms to hold her in his arms.
She was kneeling, taller than the sitting man, like a mother holding a tired child. She put her face on the top of the man's head, gently stroked his hair with one hand, and put the four fingers of the other hand together into a blue
The gray blade claws pressed against his back silently.
She raised her claws high and screamed, the golden flames burning in her pupils, the sharp thorns hidden in the flesh protruding bloodyly again, the horns of her head were ferocious, and in an instant she turned into a green-faced and fanged evil ghost again.
The bone spurs pierced his body and came out from behind. The two of them were like birds pierced by a bunch of thorns, but the man did not move, hugging the girl or female dragon in his arms tightly like a sculpture.
, unwilling to be separated from her.
Xia Mi, or Jormungandr, screamed as if he had been thrown into a hot sulfur spring in hell, and at the same time convulsed violently. His blood veins swelled and protruded from the body surface, and red pigment seemed to flow inside, like
Blood, but a hundred times richer than blood.
The dragon transformation stopped halfway through, and the Dragon King's rugged and concave face gradually recovered, with soft cheeks and a little baby fat. The bladed claws turned into slender human palms, hanging weakly at his side.
The man let go of Xia Mi, stood up with difficulty, and stepped back step by step. The Dragon King slowly sat on the ground, his long hair hanging down to cover her face.
A folding knife pierced the Dragon King's back, the blade glowing blood red.
Even the well-informed gods couldn't help but applaud this wave of reversal operations.
He could see that there was an ambiguous feeling between the two of them, but the man could be ruthless and decisive enough.
He is indeed his disciple!
Um?
Is that man his apprentice?
Klein couldn't help but take a closer look at the man.
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"As expected of human beings who are the most dragon-like, you've done a great job."
"You are not Shami, you are Jormungandr." The man said hoarsely.
"Yes, I am Jormungandr, the Dragon King Jormungandr!" The Dragon King raised her head proudly. Death is irreversible, but her dignity is inviolable. She is the Dragon King Jormungandr.
The two people stared at each other for a long time, both with dark eyes and expressionless, as if they had both made up their minds to remain enemies until death.
However, just like a stone thrown into an ice lake, ripples suddenly spread out, the ice melted, and the water rippled softly and weakly. The Dragon King withdrew his gaze and spit out a key, which she kept holding in her mouth.
She hung the key on the buckle of the folding knife, threw it towards Chu Zihang, and sneered, "As if I ate your girl... Go there to find Xia Mi, I left everything about her there."
He picked up the folding knife, looked at the key for a long time, and then looked up at the Dragon King.
"Goodbye," he said softly at last.
"Goodbye..." Dragon King also said softly.
The last glimmer of light in her pupils extinguished, and she fell to the sky, as light as a leaf. She lay naked on the cinders that had not yet cooled down, and the cinders burned her back and long hair, which were soon covered with blood.
Soaked.
Devil Ze walked around her, looked up at the sky, casually tore off a large number of rose petals from the bouquet in his arms and threw them into the air, and then slowly fell on her body.
Although it is just an illusion, it is still beautiful.
Klein closed his eyes and sighed softly. He didn't like this kind of separation between life and death very much. Everything is so fragile, and even the old days will end one day.
Life is only a moment, death is eternity.
But this moment of youth is so brilliant and gorgeous that it is unforgettable.
The passing of the Dragon King is inevitable and a destined tragedy.
But it's not over yet.
The god raised his head and looked at the giant creature that had been silent.
"All this is just a prophetic dream, the future has not happened yet."