Du Zijun stared at them speechlessly. At this moment when the tension is so tense that it could break at any time, a commentator should appear to ease the current atmosphere. Usually, it is a die-hard otaku like Xie Yuanyuan or Hua Ying who acts as a slow-release agent. However, Xie Yuanyuan There was no news at this time, but Hua Ying...his body and soul were left in the sunken underworld.
If Xie Yuanyuan was still here, what would he say? Du Zijun was a little distracted. He imitated Xie Yuanyuan's thinking and thought expressionlessly. He would definitely say something nutritious such as "Are the military and government gone? No one will care anymore? How can we get a group of players to save the world?" Damn it.
There was suddenly silence all around. Du Zijun lowered his head and saw Xi Ling blinking his big eyes and looking up at him inexplicably.
He raised his eyes, and the elites headed by Li Rong and Yu Hongyao looked at him in surprise. Yu Hongyao said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to say such things."
Only then did Du Zijun realize that he actually said the bad words he was complaining about without even realizing it. It was so natural, as if Xie Yuanyuan was possessed by him.
He shrugged his shoulders, had nothing to say, and just took a step forward.
"Fafnir left it to me," Du Zijun held up the witch's twin guns, "that's the dragon. You divide the rest among yourselves."
The flying shadow of the giant dragon has covered the ground from the sky. It roared and sprayed down the world-destroying fire - but it did not spit out its ghost cavalry anymore. All this has been traceable since the Ragnarok version. Du Zijun thought that He Qin once told them that the player's body no longer turned into white light and disappeared in place. It was probably the Holy Nun who closed the other world, or The result of the world being occupied by humans. He couldn't guess the key at the time, but now Du Zijun understood why the people of Muspelheim came to die again and again, not afraid of failure or death.
… Because death and failure are one of their destinations, they are the butterfly shed that can be taken off, and they are the path that must be passed.
It would be nice if that boy Wen Zheliu was here. Du Zijun looked at the dragon flying in the sky, he would definitely be able to guess more things.
When they met again on the battlefield, the mad dragon also saw him. They looked at each other, each other's shadows reflected in their pupils. Seeing Fafnir again, his mood was much calmer than last time. Du Zijun smiled indifferently and silently said:
Look, you beast, I can kill you the first time, but I can kill you the second time.
Fafnir understood his sarcasm, roared madly, and swooped towards Du Zijun!
This was the second time Du Zijun fought against this opponent. The first time, he had nothing but a ghost cavalry naginata; the second time, he held Scarborough Fair, which was specially designed for massacres. The ice-cold firearms that were not man-made and equipped with A-level armor smashed through the clouds and instantly reached the height that a dragon could reach!
The dragon's eyes shrank, and Fafnir stared at the figure that appeared in front of him in an instant. It was so small, but it could tear the dragon apart... The severe pain and fear of being penetrated by thunder seemed to still remain in Fafnir's chest. Neil said solemnly: "Humans..."
"You are a human too." Du Zijun showed a ferocious smile, "If you are really a dragon, you are really a dragon that is too despicable and too afraid of death."
Fafnir responded with scorching flames. It did not come alone. Tens of thousands of bone dragons danced in the sky with it. The rugged white bones were winding messily, and they were as terrifying as a group of snakes entangled. There was a hint of charming beauty in the terrifying scene, as Du Zijun was surrounded by layers of dead dragons.
A circular field expanded from the monstrous flames. When the dragon flames passed by, the air melted into golden-red drops, but it was actually blocked by a human being. The domain suddenly bounced open, and deadly flames splashed in all directions, causing the bone dragon that was close to scream.
"Props are permissions. The higher the level of the prop, the higher the permission to unlock the game." Du Zijun held up the witch's double guns. It was the barrier created by these two guns that blocked Fafnir's attack. "Yes, now I finally understand this."
The giant dragon narrowed its eyes in surprise, its bronze eyelids half-covering its blood-red glowing dragon pupils. It cautiously flapped its solemn wings and hissed: "How can a mortal body disobey the dragon's anger..."
"For you, if you want to become stronger, you must liberate your own spirit and will, and regard yourself as the real god of death, the real dragon, the real demon wolf that devours the world..." Du Zijun smiled coldly, and he took out the gun from his waist. A short sword took off its sheath, "After abandoning my identity as a human being, of course I can confidently say that I am the supreme god, why do you humans resist me and other nonsense. But it is a pity, nonsense It can always be nothing but bullshit, just like if you abandon your human identity, you can only become a bunch of despicable wild dogs and cannot be noble gods and dragons."
—The demon-slaying bullets poured out and fired! The gems inlaid in Scarborough Market are like two purple moons, spreading their magical brilliance surrounded by bone dragons. At some point, Du Zijun had bitten the blood-stained blade of the dagger, and his two guns were spitting fire at a rate of more than two hundred rounds per second. This pair of weapons has long surpassed the concept of "guns". They are like two miniature mobile forts, covering the sky and the earth, and exploding fire in all directions!
The group of bone dragons attacked one after another, and then their bones were shattered by the exploding ammunition, and the empty metal bullet casings splashed from the sky, really like a never-ending heavy rain. In fact, the ammunition reloading in Scarborough Market is also limited. After it is completely empty, the user's blood volume must be squeezed to convert bullets. It lasts for five minutes of indiscriminate firing, with a rate of fire of more than 200 rounds per second. , Fafnir couldn't get close at all, and could only rely on the overwhelming group of bone dragons to act as cannon fodder to suppress it.
"Props with unlimited bullets are incompatible with any firearms and weapons above A level. You can't always use offense as defense!" The dragon flew high into the sky, and the light and shadow in the sky were distorted. Many grotesque and unrealistic visions appeared behind him, "Accept death, accept the fate you must face!"
Du Zijun bit the short knife and said nothing. Fafnir suddenly realized that the short knife must be some kind of amplification prop, otherwise this human being would not be able to use an A-level attack weapon so unscrupulously.
It turned out that it was a good guess.
Prop name: The last token
Grade: a-
Activation type: Instant activation
Cooling time: none
Attack power: none
Effect: Players who carry and activate this prop can obtain a blood-locking buff. When the blood volume is less than 1%, the remaining blood volume can be doubled an unlimited number of times to restore the remaining blood volume. When the remaining blood volume reaches 50%, the prop will become invalid. .
Note: This is a one-time item.
Equipment level: 40
Prop introduction: Stay alive! We can win!
The last token of the blood-locking prop, as long as the user does not remove it, it will remain in effect, firmly fixing the user's blood volume between 1% and 2%. Even if it is used only once, it is still worth it. The props called bugs, combined with the weapons that burn blood, are simply invincible.
Fafnir roared furiously, and the group of bone dragons was like a wildly rotating whirlpool, but the tongues of fire that exploded indiscriminately were like black holes with no return, crushing all the snow-white dragon bones that rushed towards him and biting them into pieces that splashed all over the sky. Burnt blackened debris, no one dares to get close! Du Zijun roared: "Come on! You beast!"
Fafnir was unwilling to admit his fear. In its eyes, this person was simply a lunatic with no reason at all. Under his cold appearance, he hid a heart that was crazier and hungrier than anyone else, and his obsession was even greater than theirs. These pioneers vowed to change the world, but how could this be possible
It recalled the moment of the decisive battle between this man and him in the underworld. His body was covered in blood, and only his eyes were as bright as a blade, as bright as a wilderness burning with wildfire. He really threw away everything to seize the enemy's death. The professional terminology in the game should call this the sacrifice flow. Only madmen who don't care about life and pain would choose this style of play, because the enemy's life is above all else, and the enemy His death is worth giving everything to light up the fireworks of celebration.
It roared wildly, spitting golden and red flames from its mouth, which was more gorgeous than the sunset of Ragnarok. It ignored the bone dragons that followed it and swept towards Du Zijun. There was another tiny ray of light in the flames that passed through the group of dragons and through the raging storm in the sky. It brushed across Du Zijun's cheek. Du Zijun couldn't dodge, and the dagger he was biting was knocked away by this blow, and The fragments of the bone dragon collided.
This was too fast and too sudden. He didn't drink the red medicine. He relied entirely on the effect of this A-level item to stay alive. His health was at 1%. Du Zijun didn't even have time to stop shooting frantically. The witch's two guns shot at the same time in an instant. He threw it out, spinning and hitting the unfolded bone wings, splashing golden sparks.
Fafnir was overjoyed. Its dragon eyes rotated slightly and saw several giant alloy birds flapping their wings in the sky not far away, supporting the skinny human figure standing on them.
"Gam," the dragon hissed happily, "you're just in time!"
The hound of hell wore a pitch-black bridle mask and was as pale as a mortal. He whispered: "Master asked me to help you."
The status in the myth is the level difference between the members of Muspelheim. In the absence of Hela, the god of death, everyone else's status is higher than Garm, so Fafnir's attitude towards him is also completely contemptuous.
The area of the armor immediately opened up, resisting another wave of attacks from the bone dragon. Du Zijun urgently drank five bottles of big red medicine and big blue medicine, raising his body function to about 80% in one breath. At this time, everything about him was of fine quality, and he stood still in the field. Only his black hair, which had not been cut for a long time, was flying. Wrists tucked into cuffs: "What, two against one?"
In fact, Garmu was able to destroy his boosting props, which was something Du Zijun didn't even expect. A group of bone dragons surrounded and suppressed the outer circle, and the firepower of the witch's double guns sprayed out at 361 degrees in the inner circle. The number of people who could break through was not more than one in a thousand, but the mechanical bird controlled by Kamu could actually be so cunning. The dagger was shot away from an angle. It must be said that since the Ragnarok version, the abilities of everyone in Muspelheim have been improving.
"You can use any other tricks." Garm turned to him, his voice seemed to be filtered through electricity, with a distorted cruelty, "Including your... mermaid who was burned alive by the leader once. "
Du Zijun's eyes twitched slightly as he heard Fafnir laughing wildly, seemingly very satisfied with Garm's provocation to him.
He said softly: "You want to see what else I can do, don't you?"
The fierce fighting was going on underground, but He Rui did not take action. The Heretic Tribunal and DK had already cooperated very well. They blocked Hela and Ymir's ship of the dead at the other end of the Rainbow Bridge; Skull and Hati pressed down on the ground and fought fiercely; Li Rong and Yu Hongyao joined forces to block the worldly python Jormungandr. Everyone else, except for clearing the small soldier line, was sniping at the demon wolf Fenrir.
Among them, Du Zijun fought against the giant dragon Fafnir alone, which naturally attracted the attention of many people. Seeing that he had to bear the combined attack of the two enemy giants alone, Bai Lichun couldn't help but become anxious. Shout: "President!"
The big sleeves of Yu Hongyao's robe were fluttering, as if the whole world was hidden. When he heard Bai Lichun's cry, he knew what the child was thinking without even looking back. He said sternly: "You don't need to save him. Stop causing trouble for him!"
Baili Chun reluctantly gritted his teeth and glared at the battle situation in the sky.
"Yes," Fafnir breathed out the fiery dragon's breath, "If you have any other skills, just use them."
Du Zijun was thoughtful, but he was not impatient after losing an A-level booster item and a pair of A-level weapons. The last time he faced Long Ji, Fafnir was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. Why wasn't he afraid this time
With the lessons learned from Ragnarok, there must be something fishy in this.
"Okay," he said with a smile on his face. If Xie Yuanyuan were around, he would have jumped up and screamed in fright, "Then come on."
Du Zijun opened his empty hands, and the territory continued to expand. The edges and the body of the bone dragon rubbed the color of molten flames. The tight black clothes wrapping his body seemed to be spreading and growing. The hard bone spurs and non-human The metal limbs broke out of the suit, making a harsh friction sound.
Fafnir was stunned, and Garm was silent, because they saw a pair of dragon-like wings spread out behind Du Zijun, flowing with the glow of magma, followed by a second pair, a third pair, a total of six Fan the dragon's wings! But what kind of dragon can have six wings
The changes continued, as if an angry living dragon grew out of that piece of clothing. The dragon was burning with flames, waving three pairs of wings that covered the sky and the sun. The thin stream of light supported Du Zijun's whole body, like a string for manipulation. He raised his arm, and the dragon spread its claws.
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"Come on." He was still smiling.
Item name: Seraphim’s Sigh
Grade: a+
Activation type: Instant activation
Cooling time: none
Attack power: super high
Effect: This prop is a single-soldier combat platform. When the user activates the prop, the blockade of the prop is immediately released, and the user will assume the operational form of the Seraphim.
Equipment level: 40
Prop introduction: Each of the four living creatures has six wings, and they are covered with eyes both inside and outside the body. They say day and night, Holy! Holy! Holy! The Lord God is the Almighty One who was, is, and will be forever!
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It was very difficult to write this chapter today. My tears kept flowing. To borrow a sentence from a friend... "Many people came to Wuhan in this way. People were very far away from each other. They stood there motionless and only heard the river water. And heartbreak.”
But life must go on, no matter what, the living... cannot be more painful than the dead.
Dear readers and friends, I sincerely hope that everyone can be safe and happy. Let's wait for the arrival of spring together. Until then... let's go and see the peach blossoms in the spring breeze and see those... friends who can't return to spring.
Please promise me.