Chapter 79 The Realm of God and the Source of Blood

"Whether it's useful or not is not your decision."

Percy held Augustus in his hand. He saw the people rushing towards the mansion behind Beowulf, and a smile appeared on his unchanging face. He was really still so annoying.

Percy directly canceled the Pure Land, and the unexpected sense of powerlessness made Beowulf stagger. At this moment, the young man came with a hunting knife and slashed. This was the only weapon among all his weapons that could cause damage.

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Other weapons are not as sharp as this alchemical weapon. After all, they are replaceable ordinary weapons. They are effective against some hybrids, but they have little effect against this kind of scaly half-dragon.

The hunting knife slashed across the corner of the dragon-bloodthirsty eye, leaving a trail of blood. It was supposed to take away one of the eyes, but Beowulf relied on his years of combat experience to avoid it.

This completely ignited Beowulf's anger. Bone spurs visible to the naked eye sprouted from all over his body, and fine scales were revealed from under the skin. A tail broke through the shackles of his clothes, and his blood-red golden eyes were cold.

Staring at the young man coldly, Beowulf in this form was only a pair of wings away from a dragon.

"It turns out that the so-called Beowulf can transform into Deadpool at will. Your bloodline is more dangerous than other families. You should be the first to turn to dragons, right?"

"I have only dedicated my life to slaying dragons and surrendering like those powerful bastards. Isn't that the tradition of your family? Questioning the captain's orders and trying to resist the captain. According to the rules of the action team, you will repay this provocation with death."

His voice was hoarse and torn, as if he could no longer speak human words in this form.

"But there is no action team now, not to mention the so-called action team rules have long been gone. Can the head of the Beowulf family not be immersed in the glory of the past?

You were the first person to violate the rules of the Camarilla. We are just following the instructions from the Camarilla. Our mission is to bring everyone in the building on the mountain back to Europe, where they will be judged whether they live or die.

The elders decide."

"There are no people there, only dragons."

Looking at the determination in the bloody golden eyes, Percy had nothing to say. No wonder Angers wanted to cancel the action team. It was such a terrifying force, but now he understood that they were a group of lunatics.

They have all gone crazy in order to slay the dragon. Although Ange himself is also a lunatic, he will still care about other people when he is crazy. The action team is crazy enough to kill the dragon crazily as long as there is news about it.

"We haven't seen each other for just a few days, Percy, why did a deadpool bully you like this? Then the family sent you guys? Are you here to die?"

Before the people arrived, Caesar's arrogant words were conveyed to the crowd below, and the tense group of people turned around instantly. The people in the official residence were their targets.

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm useless."

Holding Dictado in his hand, Caesar stood beside Percy, arrogantly looking at the white-scaled dragon man opposite him. This Deadpool seemed different from the ones he had dealt with before.

"What are you guys doing around Deadpool? Don't tell me this thing is a weapon you brought here."

"Master, the dead man in front of you is Beowulf, the leader of this operation."

"Uh, is this the legendary Beowulf?"

They had not been chatting for long. Since Caesar had discovered the anomaly here, how could he, as the owner of the mansion on the cliff, not have discovered it? Princess Kaguya had detected it as early as when this group of people arrived in Japan.

It was a very messy crowd, most of them were in the executive style, and there were also people from local Chinese and Japanese organizations mixed in. Shutoku Mai led the group of people down slowly. He crossed his arms and looked at the infighting team.

Carrying out the same mission, and still getting into fights over differences of opinion forced her to look at the Secret Party in a different light. How did this organization maintain its current status? In this situation, it should have been internally exhausted long ago.

“It’s very lively.”

"Do you want to continue fighting, or come with us to see the end of Herzog?"

"Hmph, a little girl dares to interrupt and call that Lu Mingfei out. Since he dares to reveal his true identity as a dragon, he must be prepared to be massacred by hybrids."

"A guy like you, who is so inhuman, dares to go to the boss, are you going to die?"

Mai Shutoku put away her smile. She ignited her golden pupils, and the golden flames burned. A huge dragon power stretched out from her body. The mixed-races who followed behind her subconsciously took a few steps back.

"If you go, you are a guest; if you don't, you are an enemy."

Her face was cold and solemn, like a wild dragon returning from ancient times staring directly at its prey. Beowulf, standing at the foot of the hillside, had his bloody golden eyes wide open. Facing this unknown woman, he was subconsciously overloaded.

bloodline.

This woman is extremely terrifying, even more terrifying than the S-level young man just now. She is definitely a dragon, and it is impossible for humans to reach this level.

And if it is a dragon, Beowulf only has murderous intent in his eyes. Only one of Beowulf and the dragon family can exist. This is the fate of their family.

"If there is a dragon ahead, what should the dragon slayers of the Beowulf family do?"

"war!"

The mixed-bloods who stood like an army shouted in unison. They were the fighting forces cultivated by the Beowulf family. Each one of them had experienced countless special trainings and had already deeply implemented the belief in dragon slaying.

It is a pity that their dragon blood tolerance does not meet Beowulf's standards, which is why Beowulf, an old man over 100 years old, is still active in front of the stage and cannot rest at all.

"good!"

It was too late, but it was too soon. In an instant, this pale dragon man was in front of Shuude Mai with both feet, and his sharp dragon claws went straight to the throat of this beauty. He wanted to destroy the dragons in front of him.

"Cannonball ready."

The soldiers of the Beowulf family who had obeyed the orders quickly ran to the positions that had been set up long ago and loaded ammunition for the artillery aimed at the Blackstone Mansion.

Crimson red and molten gold flashed out from behind her, and the woman held out two mythical legendary weapons out of thin air. Tian Yuyu's ten-grip sword stabbed out, and Budu Yuhun's two-meter-long giant sword Yoko was thrust out.

Blocking dragon claws.

"enemy."

She held the two-meter giant sword in one hand as if it were nothing, and struck the head that had transformed into a dragon with one blow. The Tian Yuyu Slash in her left hand moved from bottom to top, waving a beautiful sword flower.

The block and counterattack only took a moment. The arrogant Beowulf was injured for the second time. He looked at the blood red scales in his palms. The red color reflected the red color in the golden eyes. He had not done much since he retreated behind the scenes.

I have been injured, and I haven't seen such deep and bone-visible injuries for a long time.

Yes, Beowulf only had time to avoid the next two attacks by Mai Shutoku, the extremely insidious upper body strokes, which scratched his abdomen all the way to his arms, with some dark golden bones exposed to the air, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.

of flow.

"The source of blood!"

The profound and ancient dragon language is a word spirit that has not been recorded in the so-called word spirit periodic table. It is also a word spirit passed down from generation to generation in the Beowulf family. Only those who inherit this word spirit are the real Beowulf.

The effect of this word spirit is what the world has always guessed about the mystery of the Beowulf family. It was the word spirit created by the ancient ancestors. At that time, they were still the gods who overthrew the rule of the dragon clan. They stood on the corpse of the dragon clan and lived.

A brief but glorious period passed.

Beowulf's body changed again, and all wounds healed quickly. He bowed his waist, and a pair of huge wings rushed out from his back with a rapid flow of blood.

And with this huge change in him, countless artillery fire seemed to be presenting fireworks to his birth. These elite war weapons showed their ferocity at this moment.

It's a pity that these cannonballs, which are enough to flatten a mountain, dare to target the palace of the gods on the ground. Countless stone kites came through the air, first detonated the cannonballs with their claws, and then flew into the artillery position.

"Hey, it seems that the cannonballs you relied on are ineffective. I thought they were something powerful, but they were just some alchemical bombs. How can you have the confidence to attack the Blackstone Mansion?

I just told you to stop working so hard, you can't escape no matter how hard you try, our boss is behind you, you can't even solve me, let alone the boss."

Shuutoku Mai said this, but the two swords in her hands crossed each other, and a terrifying field was generated around her. It was the field of thunder and lightning. At this moment, he was the god who controlled thunder and lightning.

Electric arcs flew, and circles of purple light shot out from the intersection of the two swords. The sky that had finally cleared was once again covered with dark clouds, and the heaven and earth were also responding to her domain. This had already touched the authority of the first generation of dragons.

"roar!"

Beowulf landed on all fours. He could no longer speak normal human language. Now the dragon blood in his body was extremely excessive. It would be better to say that he was more inclined to dragons than to humans. If he wasn't still afraid of himself, then

It was not the emotion that a beast should have, and Mai Shutoku even thought that he had degenerated into a deadpool.

Kuang Lei responded to Shuude Mai's call. No one in this field can escape the punishment of thunder and lightning, but Beowulf on the opposite side didn't seem to think about escaping. He flapped his wings and flew towards Shuude Mai.

, the big mouth covered with sharp dragon teeth opened wide, as if to tear apart the enemy in front of him.

The pale dragon man was surrounded by blue-purple lightning. He withstood the realm of God with his terrifying physical fitness. The sharp dragon claws were about to tear apart the enemy, and thunder and lightning fell from the dark clouds gathering in the sky.

This was a killing move that had been prepared for a long time. Although it was not in the most perfect state, the violent thunder and lightning generated with the help of natural power still forced the dragon man to stop, and he had to stop.

Because after suffering this blow, he collapsed in the pit, with a burning smell coming out of his flesh and blood. His two pairs of wings hung weakly on his back, and his whole body was trembling.

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