Chapter 910: Twelve Gospel Spiritual Structures to Forgive 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, keep pouring into the forks, and head towards distant countries. In the garden of joy and beauty, black snakes are lingering and dozing on the apple trees, and naked men and women are sleeping among the flowers.
He was playing around. He also saw an extremely huge pyramid, which stood far away on the yellow sea, and shepherds entered it with their white flocks.
The omnipotent Lord stands there, and the Lord is so kind and loving that her childish eyes are fiery red—hidden there are all the horrors and evils in the world, what they call hell.
"Lord?" The knight did not express the hesitation that appeared in his heart for a moment. What followed was a surge of shame and anger. How dare he put a test subject, a creature born from test tubes and scientists' dirty ideals?
The embryo becomes the 'master'?
Even if you don't actually say it out loud, having this thought is a great disrespect for your devout beliefs and an insult to the gods you admire.
So the knight was angry, and the stimulation of faith made his spirit boil. He temporarily let the control return to his hands. He stood up holding on to the boundless domain that bathed the entire Nibelung, and bowed his waist to face the man with molten red eyes.
Roaring filial piety in a low voice,
"Who the hell are you! Who the hell 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 her.
"People can only be so angry for several reasons." She looked at the hunched old man's skin on the dragon's body, "either because of the loss of family ties, the insult of love, or the collapse of faith. I guess, what makes you so angry
The reason for the anger happens to be one of them."
Those words and those eyes are like looking through people, piercing them, and using tongue-like eyes to lick the shivering soul 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 in the situation, 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 blood 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 inside the golden boy was no longer blood, but some kind of unimaginable... fanatical belief.
Can someone like Deadpool also have faith?
The answer is of course yes. The only thing the Deadpools believe in is the bloodline, the bloodline of pure-blooded dragons. Therefore, there will never be a shortage of black waves around dragons. They are bloodthirsty bats and light-seeking moths.
They gather because of the strength of the dragons, and they are always waiting for the weakness of the dragons to swarm them, peel their skins, tear their bones, and thirst for 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?
This joke is not funny, and it is impossible for the knight to believe this false idea.
If he is asked to admit this, then should he then admit that he gave her and the 'Lord' described in the Bible, for a moment, instructions to the Solomon Temple Council, and that the gods who gave the knights the meaning of their existence were related to
Is she hooked in front of me?
"Then 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 were staring at him, as if he wanted to burn away all his pretense, burning the skin of his 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 top of the dragon's head, and struck the black 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.
Raise the battle flag again with the awe that comes from instinct.
The knight was roaring and filial piety, 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 body.
In the white mist raised by the wings.
In the heavy snow, only a majestic and huge dragon carcass rose into the sky.
There was a hint of amusement in her eyes, more of a joke, as she 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 speaks half a word" has been explained
Answered.
‘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 tens of times or even dozens of times more pressure, which was because the release of the word spirit was hindered. What he was controlling now was the corpse of a pure-blooded dragon, even though it was only
Four generations of breeding, but this is definitely not a giant that hybrids 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 boys 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 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 corpses that have been dead for an unknown number of years. This
This terrible bloodline pulling phenomenon cannot even be achieved by the next generation of breeding.
Could it be that the other party is...
"The first generation? The four great monarchs?" She looked up at the dragon carcass flying in the snow and fog, blocking the sky and shook her head, "Don't associate me with those losers who have failed and died. I should be in your imagination.
There is a nobler and more perfect image."
Pride is no longer a word to describe her, but now the knight can only be terrified because the other party has read what he is thinking. He has opened the distance to nearly a hundred meters, and he cannot escape the prying eyes of the molten red child's eyes.
Butterfly Project.
Black Swan Harbor.
Red book.
God's son.
...Wait a minute, 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 carcass 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 snowy land had disappeared into the rising snow mist, he could still feel the
Zhuo Hong stared at him with terrifying eyes.
She must be killed here!
This is the turbulent intuition that arises in the knight. No matter what the opponent 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, she has just awakened with such terrifying power. If she 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 that can befall mankind. In their eyes, that kind of terrifying power is a “revelation” worth controlling. What they fear, fear and even reject is just 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 something that the Temple cannot control!
Kill her before she wakes up! Even if she destroys it, 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 vast coniferous forest, snow-capped mountains, and boundless snowfields. The blizzard also froze.
The difficult and difficult words 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, which symbolizes that the 'water' in the basic elements of wind, fire, earth, and water has begun to be called to assemble, 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 act."
She looked at the white snow dust on the ground, her gaze penetrated the giant white shadow cast in the sky and commented with a chuckle, "But if you can use this word spirit with the blood of the fourth generation of the King of Ocean and Water, maybe this The poor guy was a loyal member of the Mimicking Faction a thousand years ago?"
"'Cryptozoology Faction'?" the huntress behind her 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 dragons 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." She 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 method 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?" She tilted her head, "If my dear sister obeys 'force', then I probably can only be on the 'power' side. After all, she and I have been on opposite sides since we were young. "
"Then you want to shoot him down with the 'Word Spirit'?"
"There is currently no record of the gene fragments ingested by this little guy's body that can directly confront the gestating spirit of speech in the sky." She shook her head, "The 'Prince' has become a real 'force' 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 looked up. 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." She nodded, but there was still some regret on her face, "But it's a pity that it can only be solved in a way that I don't like."
She raised her head and closed her eyes. The huntress held her breath and did not dare to disturb her.
After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and said to herself, "Watch it, little one."
She breathed, and the huntress took a step back, because she felt a sense of suffocation, as if the figure standing in front of her had sucked all the air out of the 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 ridge, 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 child's eyes, which was evaporated into red steam by body temperature, rose to the top of her head, and was fixed into a disk by the indescribable power, like a blood Forged... halo!
She opened her hands to welcome the sky, the blood-red black wings trembled behind her, and the molten red eyes of a child overflowed with the joyful violence of being reborn!
"...This is how you should use your power." She 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 kind of 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!
She said that she was the 'power' faction who preferred the power of the word spirit, but now the forbidden power that the 'power' faction had sealed away in the legendary great library was coming! It was something that even dragons would be crazy about. Flesh and blood reconstruction technology! 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.