"...let's go." The next second, Du Zijun said hoarsely. His footsteps only stopped for a short moment, and then he rushed towards the city gate. The Holy Son could not see his expression, and could not guess whether he was angry or sad. .
His eyes reflected the flames that burned the world, but his expression was so calm... so calm that it made people feel creepy.
Every crackle of the burning roof, every whine of the hot wind, the tremors from the ground, the coldness of the moonlight... Du Zijun's perception has never been as open as it is today. In fact, he is indeed very calm. His teammates were all waiting in fear for his outburst, but he still adhered to his duties and led the Son towards the city gate without even trembling at the corner of his mouth.
If you ask why he is so indifferent, the reason is simple: he has waited too long.
Waiting for the first day of revenge, people are thugs, and the poisonous fire is unstoppable, burning with a force that will burn the bone marrow and flesh to pieces and fester. If they cannot tear off the enemy's flesh and drink the enemy's blood, people will not be able to stop it. Count yourself alive; in the first year of waiting for revenge, a person is like a hungry and humble hyena. Obsession is quenching his thoughts running every minute and every second, making him unable to rest in peace as long as he closes his eyes. He will use all means to find it. There are possible clues, no matter how despicable they are, that people are either hunting or on the way to prepare for hunting; waiting for revenge for the fifth year, people are hungry wolves in the snow, and they already know that extra actions will bring unnecessary consequences. Attrition, he sharpened his fangs, sharpened his toes and claws, concentrating all his mind and strength on the possible killing at any time, and lurked patiently.
In the eighth and tenth year of waiting for revenge, people are as solid as rock and their hearts are as steel. In the violent storm, only the flat sea surface rises and falls slowly. No one can know what kind of rage and thunder are surging under the sea surface.
He has been waiting for ten years.
Behind him came the roar of a dragon that penetrated clouds and cracked stones. Fafnir's true body broke through the earth's crust, with long horns and scarlet pupils like lamps shining through the eternal night. The hot golden-red magma couldn't help flowing from the bronze-like scales. Pour down. The giant dragon spread its wings that covered the sky and the sun, and the city under it looked like a miniature model toy. It occupied Awakihara condescendingly, and locked the direction of the Holy Son at a glance!
Du Zijun finally saw Chi Qingliu who came to meet him. He pushed the Holy Son hard and shouted: "Follow him and leave, quickly!"
She let go of the hand that had been covering her eyes, and the Holy Son looked back hastily. She was stunned when she saw the look in his eyes.
Those eyes were actually filled with excitement and ecstasy, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, trembling slightly in the red light of the flames.
"Don't even think about escaping!" The giant dragon uttered human words and soared into the sky. Its belly was full and round. Compared with its size, it looked like a pregnant woman who was ten months pregnant. Wen Zheliu looked at it and his expression changed drastically: " not good!"
- Fafnir opened his mouth wide and his fangs stood out. If you follow the routines of ordinary film and television games, what it sprays out at this time should be dragon flames that are hot enough to melt gold, but there is no dragon flame... what it sprays out is an army!
That's right, the army, the black smoke-like Naginata Cavalry was sprayed towards the underworld by its waves, wrapped in wind and thunder, and spit out towards the Holy Son. Chi Qingliu's face was livid, he turned over and mounted his horse and fled forward with the Holy Son. The second layer of red clothes of the Holy Son in the entanglement also rolled up and flew in the air. Behind several people, He Qin responded with his sword drawn horizontally and vertically, and stopped more than half of the newly added ghost cavalry with one blow!
Now that Fafnir had revealed his true form, he no longer fought against him. Instead, he used a large number of Naginata Riders crossing the river to hold back He Qin's footsteps. While it was chasing the Holy Son, it kept spraying out stagnant troops from its belly. , Wen Zheliu shouted: "Intercept along the road! Don't let it succeed!"
Fafnir flies in the sky, laughing maniacally and sounding like a bell that destroys the world. In Nordic mythology, it is the ancestor and prototype of all subsequent dragons. It guards the treasures of the Nibelungs and is greedy and cruel. At this moment, when it transformed back into the body of a dragon, it felt freedom and majesty for the first time in a long time, unbridled freedom and majesty.
"I am the strongest god!" It soared in the sky, bringing up sharp air currents. "Izanami is nothing, and the Red Sister is nothing. They are not being played by me! Or am I more serious? There is an existence higher than God, and you are all ants under my feet!"
Its laughter stopped abruptly, because the oncoming meteorites hit it hard, rubbing the air into a blazing red color.
Fafnir opened his wings angrily and smashed the attack that hit him. The periosteum of the wings was numbed by lightning. Its huge pupils turned slightly, and then he saw that it was not a meteorite. Instead, they were the twisted and intertwined corpses of numerous ghost cavalry and nightmare horses.
How much power does this person have if he can hold the Shibae Naginata Knight together like a ball of snow, which weighs more than a thousand kilograms alone
Fafnir paused in the air, and the strong wind held up its spread dragon wings, like a magnificent and ferocious cross. It squinted its eyes, and the strong moonlight illuminated the gradually dispersing thunderclouds, where a tiny figure also hovered... Is it a woman
The giant dragon roared with laughter, as if it was a very funny joke. It was indeed a woman, standing quietly opposite the dragon. To it, it was like a mantis facing a rolling wheel.
The woman was speechless. She stared at Fafnir indifferently. The dragon slowly stopped laughing. For some reason, it actually had an annoying illusion. It seemed that in the woman's eyes, it was the prey, not the master and ruler.
"My name is Du Zijun," the raging fire burned wantonly. The woman held a long-dead ghost cavalry in her left hand. With a little force on her right hand, she pulled out the naginata inserted in the nightmare horse's sternum and said slowly. With a two-meter-long blade, only a peerless ghost general can wield it like an arm. However, she holds it with both hands and tilts the tip forward, like the sickle of death. Heart."
"I've been looking for you for a long time... a tattoo artist."
Fafnir was stunned for a moment. Du Zijun in his sight had disappeared. When it flashed in front of it again, the naginata's light was fierce, bringing with it the sound of wind and thunder and lightning. Fafnir hurriedly waved his wings, creating a swirling hurricane, but this knife split the hurricane, split the turbulence, and also After splitting ten long years, he raised his knife and slashed straight towards the dragon's eyes that were as brilliant as the sun!
Fafnir roared angrily and closed his eyes for a moment. The blade of the naginata collided with its hard eyelids, causing a loud noise and splashing with hot sparks. Du Zijun roared, his cold disguise breaking like ice, and there was such a huge and deep rage rolling in his chest that even a dragon would be afraid of it: "Remember this name, you despicable bastard! Remember it! This name, remember I came to kill you with this name!"
What a huge murderous intention that was ignited in an instant! In the trance, hatred as big as mountains and seas pressed down on his head, arousing the most secret fear and timidity in Fafnir's heart. However, this emotion only appeared for a short breath, and was replaced by anger and violence. Fafnir's tailbone was as sharp as a divine weapon that could cut off the world. It waved its tail vertebrae, which was as long as half a dragon's body, and stabbed Du Zijun fiercely, roaring: "It's just a human!"
Du Zijun did not lose his mind after missing a blow. He dragged his sword and ran quickly on the mighty dragon, jumping to avoid Fafnir's counterattack. The naginata was enough to cut off the ghost's body, but it was difficult to deal with a real dragon. In this regard, he I know it in my heart. Wen Zheliu saw his plight on the battlefield and shouted to He Qin: "Brother!"
He Qin did not look back, only a sharp long sword was shot out from the siege of the ghost cavalry. Fafnir spent the most troops to hold back his offensive, killing all the batches and the next batch followed, like an endless stream. Absolute tides hit the rocks that have stood for thousands of years. Wen Zheliu reached out to take the knife and said to Xie Yuanyuan who was passing by in the air: "Go give it to him!"
"Understood!" Xie Yuanyuan held the long knife and flew to the battlefield in the sky. The sharp blade of Dadian Taiguangshi passed by like a meteor. Xie Yuanyuan whistled: "Sister, take it!"
Du Zijun raised his hand, and the naginata whirled towards the dragon's spine, but only a few sparks were thrown out, and they disappeared in the sea of clouds. He held the Dadian Tai Guangshi tightly, jumped on the dragon's back, and ran quickly among the undulating dragon scales, as if he was stepping on a mountain of swords and a sea of swords. Fafnir roared in annoyance and rolled crazily in the sea of clouds, trying to throw Du Zijun to death or smash him into a pulp, but he couldn't get rid of the interference on his body. Du Zijun jumped off the dragon's ribs, and Dadian Taiguangshi was waiting. After a long time, he let out a long cry of hunger. He inserted his knife into the soft belly of the dragon and fell all the way due to gravity. Flesh and blood flew everywhere where the knife struck, as if plowing out a line of gushing lava!
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Fafnir roared loudly, his pupils shrinking into slits in pain: "Damn it! You deserve to die!"
It curved its long, snake-like neck, opened its mouth and rolled out a stream of black smoke. The Nagito Cavalry, which raised its sword and carried its horse, was like a torrent rushing on the huge dragon's body, killing Du Zijun Taotao. Every minute and every second on the battlefield was a rapidly changing situation. The fire of anger and resentment burned his body and mind, causing his eyes to turn a ferocious scarlet color. The dragon's blood has been splashed all over Du Zijun's body, but he is still not satisfied. He wants to insert the knife deeper, deeper, until the giant creature can no longer fly or resist, until it reveals its fearful eyes and lets out a cry of fear. , otherwise the hatred will not be extinguished, and the rage will not be extinguished.
"Come! Come again!" The thousands of troops and horses were ignored, and the dragon's resistance and struggle were also ignored. He was only one person, but his angry roar was like the thunder of God, shaking and exploding in the sky, "Ten years! I'll wait. The days of killing you have gone too long!"
He was howling and laughing wildly. The iron hoofs and knives rushed towards him like a heavy rain. He did not let go. When the blood and bones burst out together, he had already made a slash from beginning to end. It tore open Fafnir's belly to the ground.
Dadian Taiguangshi was the sword pulled out by He Qin. It also carried the command of He Qin to kill all. The wounds caused by the blade could not be healed with internal force, not even by the dragon. Fafnir was mad with pain in the sky. It kept rolling, and the blood was like a splashing blizzard, pouring on the fire all over the city. Xie Yuanyuan was so frightened that he almost cried. He was afraid that Du Zijun would do the same with Furisode Shinzo, who would rather fight for the safety of the jade than for the safety of the tiles. However, he could not intervene in the battlefield where one man and one dragon were fighting. The dragon fought hard and the man fought hard. Dao was so crazy that he seemed to have no tomorrow and no future. He tried to rush forward and pull Du Zijun back, but it was all in vain.
Blood washed down, covering his sight. More than half of the bones in his body were broken. Breathing brought severe suffocation pain, and his arms were so weak that he could no longer hold the knife. The handle of Dadian Taiguangshi's knife was covered with greasy blood and mud, and was slipping from Du Zijun's fingers. Only anger and obsession supported him and he would never fall or admit defeat.
The second knife cuts across the dragon's belly, forming a symmetrical right angle with the first knife. If it is completely cut, a huge red cross will appear on the dragon's body. This is the simplest and most basic knife fighting technique. It is shaped like a cross. The damaged muscle texture is difficult to heal, and the slightest movement can break the wound and cause secondary bleeding. But Du Zijun's sword failed to cut to the end. He was too exhausted and injured too much. Three Shijiang Naginata Riders formed a charge team and knocked him away.
Fafnir finally got out of trouble. He turned around like lightning and hit the target with his tail. He stretched out his sharp claws again and firmly grasped Du Zijun's body in the air. He let out a vicious laugh: "Human! Do you think this is the case?" Can a small injury do anything to me? Don’t worry, you will also become a 10% gain and a halo attached to me soon!"
Xie Yuanyuan, who rushed to the rescue, couldn't help but be stunned, "Yeah"
There was a little golden light in the clouds. Fafnir opened his eyes wide and approached the bloody Du Zijun in his palm with malice: "But why do you hate me so much, human being? I have to say, you really aroused my curiosity. Xin, your name is Du Zijun...ah, where should I have heard this name?"
Now, while you are sick, I will kill you! Xie Yuanyuan's expression was solemn, his breathing was still, his heartbeat was still, and the sounds of blood circulation were still. The hidden sword popped out in an instant, and when it showed its flaw, he resolutely thrust it into its widened eyes!
Du Zijun coughed up a mouthful of thick blood, and his cloudy eyes reflected the moment when the dragon's eye was pierced. Time seemed to have stopped. In addition to Xie Yuanyuan's hidden sword, there was also a golden arrow shot from the sea of clouds, pointing directly at Fafnir's weakness.
Xie Yuanyuan was shocked. He and the golden arrow arrived at the target at almost the same time. Did this arrow belong to Bai Jingxing? He turned back and looked at the clouds. No one knew how long Bai Jingxing had been waiting there for the opportunity of this arrow. Fafnir was heartbroken and roared. The second arrow followed closely and pierced through. its cornea.
"Ah! You... you bastards!" The dragon's blood was spilled, and Fafnir wailed loudly, "I don't want to play anymore, I don't want to play anymore! From now on, I will seriously compete with you bastards. , only death is waiting for you!"
It opened its eyes angrily, but its red pupils were still intact, as if the attack just now was just Xie Yuanyuan's hallucination.
Xie Yuanyuan was stunned: "Fuck, are you kidding me?"
The offensive on the ground is becoming more and more severe at the same time. Everyone has the pressure of an entire army on their shoulders. The moon is high in the sky, but the Holy Son's terminal is still far away. Even though He Qin has captured nearly half of the army, There are still too many players left. Chi Qingliu finally understood why Furisode Xinzo had to fight with his life. Without the first batch of ghost cavalry they destroyed, they would have been defeated and returned to the west.
Yanshi unleashed all his abilities without reservation. At this moment, his fingers were like an embroiderer's spinning wheel, manipulating thousands of transparent silk threads. Chi Qingliu shouted: "Run! Take her to run! I can hold her back." As much as you want, run!"
The Yanma fell apart. Hua Ying didn't care. He grabbed the hand of the Holy Son. He wanted to complete the relay, but the moment he touched the Holy Son, he suddenly fell into a trance. The Holy Son hurriedly said: "Are you okay?"
"I..." Hua Ying looked at her face and suddenly his expression changed drastically, "You!"
The Holy Son was stunned. Hua Ying had already slapped himself hard, as if to wake him up, but it was no use. The roaring and cheerful voices passed through the battlefield and landed in his ears. He saw the light. , feel the wind, not the moonlight falling overhead, the hot wind blowing in the fire, but the warm sunshine in midsummer, the breeze carrying the fragrance of sycamore wood... How could he see this, see the scene when he was in school
"I... I seem to be hallucinating..." He murmured and shook his head, looking at the Holy Son with bright and shocked eyes, mixed with a trace of nostalgic joy. Chi Qingliu almost pouted over: "Are you fucking stupid? Get out of here quickly, the moon is about to pass!"
Hua Ying shivered, as if waking up from a dream, and then fled forward with the Holy Son. Guan Zhiyu and Qiu Boyi stood in front, and the mechanical army was consuming all the time. He grabbed the hand of the Holy Son, and the blood dripped from his head and face, gradually forming some kind of rhythmic music. He ran in a trance, Thinking aimlessly, the surrounding environment is separated and merged. One time it is a raging fire scene, and the other time it is a bright summer afternoon. Only the people around me are the only real existence.
More and more ghost cavalry break through the defense line and attack them. Perhaps in normal times, the human sea tactic may not be effective for them, but now that high-level props are restricted, the human sea tactic can survive a group of elites. die. The Holy Child was also injured, and her arm was scratched by a flowing arrow. The laws of the underworld could not restrain Fafnir's ghost cavalry, so they had to take her on the road quickly and reach the great river of the underworld before Tsukuyomi left the underworld, and with Ya Bo meets each other.
However, there were still so many enemy troops chasing along the way...so many. They tried their best to chase, even if they were cut in half, they would still chase, even if they only had one arm and one leg left, Fafnir screamed: " Taifu! Are you leaving! Are you leaving your subjects behind! Are you leaving me?"
These ghost cavalry are all the executors of Fafnir's obsession. When it was still the city lord, the Holy Son was the noblest puppet it held in its hands. It felt supreme for its far-sightedness at every moment. Joy and happiness. Think about it, the half body of the Holy Nun, the real master of the Underworld, the legendary Red Nun, shouldn't you have to obey its words and swallow your anger for the life and death of a few data? The dragon's greed is completely satisfied here, and the dragon's cruelty is also fully satisfied here. Therefore, even if it is not to stop the player, it will not let the Holy Son escape its control, never!
"You go first." Hua Ying suddenly said.
"...Why?" The Holy Son looked at him in shock, "Let's go together... We are going to the city gate soon. It is very dangerous for you to stay here!"
Hua Ying's eyes reflected the ghost riders rushing towards him, and the mountain torrents were so turbulent and so dense. He was tired a long time ago. According to the players' plan, he was actually the second to last one. In order to ensure that nothing happened at the last moment, the last one to take over was Li Zhengqing and her General Jiaohua. However, they got here and the pursuers Still so much...more than the sand on the beach.
Are you going to lose
Are you going to admit defeat here
His lips murmured a few times, and there were things in the depths of his eyes that the Holy Son couldn't understand.
The Holy Son was suddenly stunned.
"You... what did you say?" She looked at Hua Ying, trying hard to distinguish the words rushing between the man's lips and teeth, "You just said..."
"...Because I like you!" Hua Ying roared suddenly, "I have liked you for a long time. I have liked you for ten or twenty years!"
The blood on his forehead flowed down his eyelids and poured into his eyeballs, turning his vision into an ominous red, "I won't die here... because I want to fucking help you, I have to help you!"
The Holy Son's eyes trembled. The man in front of him was covered in blood, and he was swaying and roaring like a mad lion. He was looking at her - but he was not looking at her.
His chest was rolling with anger like wind and thunder, but his eyes actually revealed a clear light, like tears reflecting flames: "I have liked you for a long time... I liked you in elementary school, I liked you in junior high school, and I still liked you in high school... It's really amazing. A long and desperate secret love. I originally planned to continue to like you in college, but you also know that I am such a waste... I can't get into your college... and I can't catch up in your footsteps... "
He gasped intermittently and at the same time very fast, as if he wanted to say all the words that the coward had been holding in his heart for so many years, "Licking a dog will not lead to a good death, yes, yes, I just don't want to die well, so what can I do?" ? I just can’t fucking think about dying right now! So what can I do!”
He pushed the Holy Son away hard, and the iron hooves of the Naginata Rider behind him were like thunderous artillery fire, pursuing and trampling on him.
"... If death is my fate, then I accept my fate." He said hoarsely, "Let's go."
The Holy Son was already crying. She staggered forward and kept looking back at the man with disheveled hair and eyes like a lion.
"Let's go... let's go!" Hua Ying yelled like crazy, "Run before the moon sets! Run! Run as hard as you can, don't look back!"
He heard the howling cry of the Holy Son, which seemed far away from him... Don't look back, don't look at me. His eyes were distracted, but his consciousness still retained a glimmer of clarity.
... The show even ends like a loser, which is ugly and embarrassing. Don't look at me, go chase your moon, just let me keep the highlight moments of this life in your heart... After all, I am a despicable waste, even if I die, I also want you to remember me for the last time. …
I regretted it when I was young and still regret it when I grow up. My whole life has been spent regretting and preparing to regret. But it's okay, now that death is imminent, I can finally have no regrets.
The summer sun was shining brightly, and the laughter and laughter from all over the world gathered under the blazing sky. He seemed to be back when he was eighteen years old again, wearing a white graduation shirt and running on the playground like a silly dog without a chain, holding hands Just holding on to the flower that was wilted with sweat.
- "Motion..."
Hello!
The face in the memory gradually became clearer. The girl held her friend's hand and turned her head in surprise. There was still a smile that had not faded in the corners of her clean eyes and brows, as fresh as the breeze from the sea and sky.
I like you! Can you like me too
— “… séance.”