Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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Angers explained it this way.

Outside the car window, the sound of the downpour gradually subsided, and the sky maintained a gloomy yet bright appearance.

Angers looked at Chu Zihang and asked, "Is this the same as when you entered the Nibelungen last time?"

"I don't know," Chu Zihang murmured. "The last time I entered this place, it felt like a dream."

He gripped the hilt of the sword named "Muramasa," and the dragon blood within him grew increasingly intense. Even without actively activating "Blood Burst," his dragon blood gradually boiled as his "heart of slaughter" rose within him.

Blood Explosion is never an active skill, but a passive skill.

It allows you to accumulate a "heart of slaughter" over the years, and then release this "lion's heart" in a single act of killing, gaining immense power in return.

Just like Deadpool gained even greater physical strength after his fall from grace.

The difference is that people who have undergone "blood explosion" are still one step away from falling into depravity, which allows them to still use their own "words of power".

This state, existing between depravity and non-depravity, is far more powerful than that of ordinary hybrids or Deadpool.

Chu Zihang's eyes were bright; even black contact lenses couldn't hide his golden pupils.

“I only remember arguing with my father here, and then I encountered those shadowy figures,” he said, his eyes lowered, whether in regret or anger, it was hard to tell.

But he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly. This "Muramasame" was passed down to him by his father, who had carried another sword to face the gods and left him this one to protect himself.

The bloodstains on the blade were dripping, the result of his recent thrusting of the sword outside the door. The black blood evaporated continuously on the blade, making a tearing sound.

"At the end of the elevated road, I met Odin. He asked my father for something, and my father took it to the gods, while I escaped alone."

“The end?” Angers didn’t have time to ponder Chu Zihang’s inner thoughts; he keenly noticed something else. “Why do you feel like you’re at the end of the elevated road?”

Angers looked ahead, but there was no figure like Odin, the god-king from Chu Zihang's story.

Has he not gone far enough?

Angers speculated.

"I don't know," Chu Zihang said, trying his best to recall.

The time was too long ago; even a machine-like brain like his couldn't possibly store things from that distant past.

"I just feel like I've reached the end."

"But you continued walking along the viaduct for a long time before you finally left Nibelungen, right?" Angers frowned, recalling Chu Zihang's earlier account.

After a moment of silence, Chu Zihang finally spoke:

"Yes."

By this time, the torrential rain had completely stopped, and the Deadpools who had been following them seemed to have lost their target and drifted away from them.

However, Chu Zihang felt that the long-buried memories of the past were still searching for him and would catch up with him completely here.

"Water is the medium of alchemy. We entered Nibelungen through torrential rain, and we can only leave through torrential rain."

Angers said that as he recalled his knowledge of alchemy, he couldn't help but think of his old friend "Master Flamel." If he knew that he had entered Nibelungen so easily, he would probably be very envious!

“I don’t want to leave. I’m alive to seek revenge on Odin. Now that it’s been four years since I last saw Him, why would I want to leave?”

Chu Zihang felt his consciousness becoming somewhat blurred, and his "desire to kill" grew stronger. Without any hesitation, he uttered these words.

Angers scratched his head, unsure how to advise him. He himself was a man born for revenge, and he really didn't know how to persuade another version of himself, who was practically his younger self, to learn to let go of hatred and live a life of ignominy.

"Only by living can we have hope of revenge! President Chu." A clear female voice came from behind them, making the two men feel happy.

"Nono, you're awake." Chu Zihang turned his head and saw that the red-haired witch had regained her senses. Although her hair was messy, her eyes were very clear.

He did not answer Nono's question directly.

Chen Motong pursed her lips, not expecting this blockhead to let go of his hatred. She looked out the window; the Maserati's windows were all shattered, and there seemed to be burn marks on the car.

It's truly remarkable that this sports car, worth tens of millions, can also serve as an armored vehicle.

“So, Nono, what did you see?” Angers asked.

Generally speaking, the "spiritual vision" state of hybrids is often closer to the essence of the world than when they are awake.

The power of the dragon race is transmitted through bloodlines, and the images within the blood are the true and undeniable "history" and "future".

Being in the Nibelungen, Chen Motong's "spiritual vision" may reveal part of the history of the Nibelungen.

"I only saw a god take away my mother's soul."

Chen Motong whispered, recalling the god-king at the end of the overpass in Chu Zihang's story through her spiritual vision.

If Odin was the one who took her mother's soul, then why would He do such a thing? Why would He choose to take the soul of an ordinary woman?

Everyone said she was crazy.

Given her mother's physical condition, it was entirely foreseeable that she would die if she were not careful, but this stubborn little girl actually chose to attribute the answer to the gods.

It's simply unreasonable.

"Gods!"

Angers sighed. He didn't think Odin was a god; at most, he was just a dragon king.

Before coming, he hadn't expected to face the gods so soon, and felt he still had time to prepare.

He actually stepped on the gas again, and the Maserati's speed increased even further.

"They're all things that should have been buried long ago."

Chapter 75 The Path to Meet the Gods

"Drip, tick..." A faint sound came from the roof of the car, like the sound of Deadpool's blood corroding steel, or like the sound of raindrops falling.

Chen Motong sat in the car, her mind churning with thoughts, and she turned her head slightly to look out the window.

There was no rain falling from the sky, but the water that had accumulated on the elevated road had not yet receded, and was violently torn apart by the speeding black Maserati. The engine roared, and the car rushed forward.

Confront the gods.

However, the noise from the roof of the car did not stop; instead, it intensified.

She paused for a moment, then looked up. There were some slight dents on the roof of the car. To ordinary people or even mixed-race people, these marks would be insignificant, but Nono, who had mastered "profile writing," noticed them very clearly.

"Principal, be careful." Chen Motong suddenly realized that the sound above her head was not the sound of rain falling.

The rain had stopped long ago.

So what else could be above their heads?

Only Deadpool remains.

Just as she finished speaking, the noise from the roof of the car intensified, as if it had noticed the movements of the people inside.

Chu Zihang also realized that he was the only one in the car with his hands free, and he was holding a weapon. Nuonuo was unarmed, and the principal was holding the steering wheel with one hand.

Without hesitation, this bastard lifted Murasame upwards and inserted him into the top of the carriage.

The sword's edge pierced through the steel.

He was stunned for a moment, not feeling the sensation of swords cutting through flesh.

At the same time, the increased speed of the car also threw Deadpool, who was barely clinging to the top of the Maserati, backward.

Deadpool's dark blue claws tore through the steel carriage and landed inside.

As Chen Motong saw the bluish-black skin fall before her eyes, her pupils contracted, and she involuntarily turned to the side, her body tilting to the other side.

She shouted, "Don't give Deadpool any more chances to sabotage the car, or we'll flip it over right now!"

She realized their perilous situation: a sports car traveling at nearly 500 kilometers per hour and weighing over 3 tons could easily overturn...

She couldn't imagine what that situation would be like.

Chu Zihang remained calm, his icy expression unchanged for millennia, devoid of any emotion, except for his increasingly bright golden eyes.

He quickly withdrew the Murasame above his head, suppressed his thoughts of using the Word Spirit King's Flame, and instead continued to swing his sword with Murasame.

Deadpool's arm was severed and landed inside the car, but no sound came from the roof.

This bizarre situation stunned both Chu Zihang and Nuonuo.

No matter how ferocious Deadpool is, he is ultimately just a creature formed from the corruption of dragon blood. Even if the transmission of nerve perception is weakened, he is still a "living" animal.

It will hurt, it will make you scream, it will make you afraid...

But now it seems they are facing a kind of demon, a demon that has crawled out of the abyss or a machine from the future world, a perfect killing machine that cannot feel pain or make a sound.

Their momentary hesitation gave Deadpool an opportunity. No longer needing to hide itself, it was able to climb one more step forward against the wind pressure.

It landed in the driver's seat in Angers' place.

Neither Chu Zihang nor Chen Motong were able to continue fighting from this position; the narrow space and the high-speed travel limited their range of movement.

Angers had a cigar dangling from his mouth, his right hand holding the steering wheel remained steady, and his right hand holding the folding knife was equally motionless.

He had just seen Chu Zihang's movements through the crooked rearview mirror, and now he could also smell the stench above his head—it seemed that without any concealment, all the Deadpool's auras had been exposed.

But he remained motionless; the 130-year-old man knew he was in a dangerous situation.

Slowing down and braking in this situation is undoubtedly a good way to flip Deadpool off the roof almost instantly, although the cost is likely that the car will also be completely flipped over.

So all he could do was locate Deadpool's heart the instant he launched his attack, pierce it through the roof with the blade, and destroy its heart.

It's hard.

But for Angers, it was very simple.

At the critical moment, Deadpool reached down with its other claw, not for the fresh blood and gore beneath it, but for the steering wheel and other objects.

This fearless monster is neither afraid of death nor feels pain.

But just before its claws could touch the steering wheel, it was pierced through the heart by a folding knife.

It was as fast as lightning flashing across the night.

Chu Zihang's eyes widened. From his perspective, he didn't even see any trace of Angers's attack. He only saw a white streak streak across the sky, and the Dead Servant above him went silent.

He was hailed as a "super A" grade by the people of Kassel College, but Chu Zihang himself knew that everything he had was obtained through "bloodlust".

"Bloodlust" can grant him power, but it can also take his life.

This was a desperate measure, but he treated it as a daily routine.