"Hu~hu~"
Rapid breathing sounded, and a burly man with iron-gray hair wearing a shabby plaid shirt was hiding in the dark room.
He carefully closed the door and squatted along the corner, trying not to make any noise.
It's just that his burly figure looks a bit funny hiding like this, but of course, the man doesn't care.
During this period of escape, he deeply understood a truth.
After a while, after realizing that there was no danger, he thought:
"This place is quite nice. Why don't I go out after my junior brother and the others finish slaying the dragon?"
However, not long after this feeling of luck came into being, there was a loud bang, and a big hole was broken in the roof of the building where he was hiding!
A seven or eight meter tall dragon-man stone statue came carrying a sledgehammer.
"Damn, it's never over!"
Fingel rolled out of the house that was about to collapse, then bent his elbow joints at ninety degrees, close to his sides, and instantly converted into the correct running posture of swinging his arms back and forth!
He just relied on swinging his arms back and forth to cross one layer after another. Whether it was the sickles outside or the stone statues inside the building, he was severely left behind.
Sitting in front of the surveillance screen, Mai Jiutoku and Su Enxi also gradually changed from:
"No, he must be sick. If he doesn't take the good train, he has to compete with the Kamaitachi outside!"
Convert to:
"I have to say that Lu Mingfei's good-for-nothing senior brother is very good at running."
Rumbling footsteps sounded one after another, Fingel ran desperately in front, and the dense stone statues chased after him.
Because the movement was getting louder and louder, more and more stone statues were chasing after them.
"Hey, old man, are you doing some abstract art?"
As Fingel ran wildly, he passed by a field shrouded by a transparent film, and found that it was Henkel, the leader of the North American mixed race, and his incompetent disciples.
"You guy..."
"I advise you to find a way to escape from this formation as soon as possible."
Before Henkel could finish telling Fingel, he blocked his mouth and ran forward non-stop.
Henkel glanced at this idiot and the stone statue passing by them and decisively shut his mouth. He turned his head and silently continued to decipher with his own people.
Climbing to the top of the mountain, I stood in the square in front of the towering palace. I glanced at the stone statues chasing after me, and then at the 100-meter statue in the square that I had stepped over.
Fingel did not hesitate to use his burly body to knock open the heavy door.
After hearing no outside sounds, he leaned against the wall and gasped, but the next moment he froze.
Because what appeared in front of him now was a huge throne made of lava and mysterious patterns, a man with an upright posture and a sculpture-like face, ancient and fiery golden eyes, and a majestic pressure as indestructible as a mountain and sea!
With just one glance, Fingel knew who was sitting in front of him, and only the King of Earth and Mountain would allow him to see people as if they were mountains.
The next moment, as a senior student in Kassel who had repeated grades for many years, as the Minister of Information and the forum deputy of Vice-President Flamel's mentor, Fingel spoke with determination:
"Your Majesty, I report! There is a group of people outside..."
But Fenrir on the throne did not follow his words. Instead, he spoke in an obscure and ancient voice:
"Why were you so nervous when you came in? Is there anything outside the door?"
"There is an enemy on the other side of the door!" Fingel said with a sad face.
"Forget it, I don't understand. Let me ask you another question."
Fenrir still spoke a language that sounded ancient but was actually Mandarin.
Fingel lowered his head and wondered where the dragon had learned its dialect.
"Here comes the problem."
Fingel listened carefully.
"Which one do you prefer, original potato chips or barbecue flavored potato chips?" the king's voice sounded.
The Fingal people were dumbfounded.
Although he knew some things clearly, the King of Earth and Mountain asked what the hell was this!
"Is it difficult?" Fenrir seemed a little angry, "Everyone has to think about which flavor they like to eat for a long time!"
The palace shook with his voice.
"I choose the original flavor!" Fingel immediately said with a flattering smile.
"Oh." Fenrir reached behind the throne, took out a bag of original potato chips and threw it in front of Fingel, then pointed to the position behind him on the left, "Sit over there!"
"Thank you, Lord!" Fingel held the potato chips carefully, with a sly look on his face, and ran towards the direction of Fenrir's finger with his head lowered.
Only then did he realize that there were already two people sitting on the seats in this direction, two very beautiful women.
One is wearing a suit and skirt, and the other is wearing white clothes, white trousers, and white high heels. They are both slim and slim, but one looks more stable and majestic, while the other looks elegant and noble.
After running out of Fenrir's sight, Fingel immediately straightened his body and his steps became much more steady.
"Hello, comrades!" Fingel waved as if leading an inspection.
"Stop pretending, we've already seen your flattering look." Sakurai Nanami said with a smile.
"Is that so?" Fingel scratched his head and laughed, "Introduction, my name is Fingel von Flins, and I am Kassel's mission specialist."
"Your type is actually from Kassel? I thought people in Kassel were the type to act recklessly." Sakurai Nanami looked surprised, and at the same time she introduced herself, "Sakurai Nanami, Snake Qi Head of the Eight Sakurai Family, Inspector of the Japanese Branch."
Ryoma Kaoru on the side nodded to Fingel: "Ryoma Family, Ryoma Kaoru."
"It turns out they are from the Sheqi Eighth Family. We are all members of the secret party. Please take care of us." Fingel cupped his hands and said, "In fact, most of the people in Kassel are rash when they see a dragon. I Just a very un-Kassel student.”
"Besides, after eight years, even the hottest blood has become cold." Fingel sat down and shook his head.
Although he didn't know what he meant, Long Maxun still chose to respect it.
"Speaking of which, you came early. Do you know what's going on here now? Well, bah, what is your Majesty going to do?"
Fingel glanced at Fenrir, who was sitting on the throne in front of him to his right, and asked the two of them in a low voice.
"I don't know. I haven't said anything since I gave us this bag of potato chips." Long Maxun shook his head and took out a bag of original potato chips from his arms.
To no avail, Fingel could only eat potato chips and wait quietly for what would happen next.
Seeing that neither of them wanted to eat, he simply asked for them together.
Not long after, after another confused question, a handsome middle-aged man wearing glasses came over carrying a bag of potato chips.
"Hey~, besides me, is there anyone who came earlier?"
When Chen Yinian came here, he was a little surprised to see three people.
After seeing the face clearly, he said in a questioning tone:
"The head of the Sakurai family, Fingel?"
"Who are you?" Fingel and Sakurai Nanami asked equally puzzledly, looking like someone who was quite familiar with them.
"I am Chen Yinian from the Chen family, a Chinese mixed-race family. I am the second eldest son and the second uncle of Chen Motong. I have some dealings with the Sheqi family." Chen Yinian said with a smile and cupped his hands.
"Are the mixed-race families in China also falling so fast?" Fingel said with ill intentions.
As long as someone can slide and kneel faster than him, then he is not the most embarrassed.
"We have an old saying in China: Wei Junjie is the one who knows the current affairs."
Chen Yinian used an ancient Chinese saying to answer Fingel's question.
Then he found a seat and sat down. I have to say that the seating arrangement here was very strange.
Naturally, there will always be some stubborn people among the mixed-races who come alone or some mixed-race forces.
For example, Henkel and others who had just come out of the formation, as S-class hybrids, led his seven young men to confront Fenrir.
"Potato chips? Sorry, I'm old and can't eat these things."
Before Fingel could see clearly, Henkel instantly pulled out two revolvers from his waist.
Alchemy Wheel·Texas Dawn.
In the blink of an eye, ten bullets were fired, and mysterious patterns rotated on the bullets. The alchemy bonus brought by the alchemy wheel and the sure-hit effect of his Word Spirit Holy Judgment were superimposed.
Alchemy bullets with unparalleled impact were fired at Fenrir on the throne from all directions. When these bullets were auctioned, one shot could kill an A-level Deadpool.
But the dragon king on the throne seemed not to know what was going on. He reached out to catch the bullet when it reached him.
But it was already too late. Except for one bullet that was caught in the palm of his hand, the other nine were hit in his arms, legs, and throat. In an instant, nine bloody holes appeared on his body.
Henkel held up his hat and continued to point his gun at Fenrir.
Sure enough, a dragon in human form is unable to resist such alchemical bullets.
He once asked an informant to investigate the time when Constantine was revived in Kassel. At that time, Constantine was also in human form, but because his authority was bronze and fire, bullets could not get close to him. Melted by high temperatures.
But bullets are actually still useful. As long as dragons in human form don't grow scales, except for their bones, their skin is not as difficult to deal with as dragons in their scaly state.
As for Fenrir, it is obvious that he has not entered the dragon state now.
This is the best time to kill the dragon king!
"Am I hurt?"
Fenrir looked at the blood flowing from his arm, and he found that it was similar to the gunfight movies he watched on TV, except that there was no pain.
"When you're hurt, you should fight back."
Before Henkel and the people behind him could react, Fenrir's tall figure appeared in front of them.
The alchemy bullets on his body were continuously discharged as he moved, falling on the ground one by one.
At the same time, the powerful whip leg had already hit Henkel's waist.
With a bang, Henkel himself shot onto the palace wall like a meteor.
Fenrir then turned to look at the seven people who raised their weapons in fear and used various actions.
It can be seen that these people have very strong fighting or killing skills, and every move is a killing move targeting "people".
The next second, Fenrir lowered his body and turned his legs like a fighter. The seven people around him instantly fell to the ground.
Then Fenrir suddenly stepped on the ground, and they were lifted high again.
Rotate on the spot 360 degrees and infinitely ascend the dragon fist.
The seven people flew high in an instant. As they flew up, Fenrir grabbed them with his hands in mid-air, arranged the seven people and threw them in front of Henkel, stacking them into a pile.
Obviously, he didn't do anything to kill him, but he was just experimenting with this body with great interest. He felt that although this body required concentration to control, its dexterity was incomparable to his own body.
Fingel looked at the people being smashed in front of him, and he couldn't stand it anymore.
"When you get older, don't work so hard. Now I'll teach you..."
When Fenrir walked with majestic steps like a king and wanted to continue taking action, he heard Henkel shouting in an old and hoarse voice:
“I love eating plain potato chips!”
Fenrir stopped instantly, looked at everyone with his ancient and fiery golden eyes, and spoke in a low voice:
"You should have told me earlier."
After saying that, he sat back as if he had forgotten the unpleasantness just now, and threw eight bags of potato chips over.
It's just that there are other flavors mixed in.
"I just finished eating the original one, and you can barely eat the other ones," the monarch said.
After a while, Henkel, who barely recovered, sat down on his seat with the bruised and swollen people.
"Leader of the North American mixed race, is it really okay to sit here? And why do I always feel a sense of disobedience in joining the enemy here?" Chen Yinian looked a little embarrassed at the side.
It always felt like they, the leaders of various forces, had all succumbed to the might of the dragon.
"Actually, it's mainly because of his various weird behaviors that we can't figure out the situation at all. Fenrir doesn't feel like the dragon we knew before."
Long Maxun talked about her own discovery of why everyone thought this matter was so inconsistent.
Because this dragon doesn't come up to fight and kill you directly like you have encountered before, or directly make you surrender or something. It just asks you to sit here obediently, and gives everyone snacks.
And she doesn't think that when the manpower is enough, these people sitting here will really be as peaceful as they are now.
After all, the dragon must be slain.
"There are still thirty minutes." Fenrir looked at the clock hanging on the wall without blinking.
boom!
A huge crash sounded at the palace gate.
At the same time, a head several meters high smashed in with a blazing flame.
That was the head of the 100-meter statue that the outside world forced everyone in. At this moment, it melted the door like a flaming meteor and melted the ground on both sides of the aisle.
With a perfect angle and a perfect arc, it was artificially controlled and shot towards Fenrir in the center of the throne.
Chu Zihang landed, stood upright suddenly, and looked at the throne in the center with his burning golden eyes.
Fenrir was unable to dodge for a moment. He could only hold his head tightly with his arms, like a beaten child using his arms to resist the flaming star that was larger than his own body.
