Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

The wind was howling, the thunder was roaring, the girl drew her sword and slashed at the hypocritical king, and the god king responded after a brief moment of rage. The water curtain collided with the thunder, completely defying the laws of physics, and began to shrink and burst. , shock waves rose out of thin air.

But this time, the girl was well prepared. The two of them lowered their bodies until their calves sank into the cement floor. They turned up a large area of ​​the ground with one hand like a steel mud truck and forcibly stabilized their bodies.

Then, it broke out again.

The purple shadow on his body has almost merged with the girl, and the sword skills that have become more and more exquisite have become more fierce and passionate. [Infinite Martial Arts: A+] is the inherent skill of Minamoto Yorimitsu, and the girl's own martial arts has reached this level.

The two combined, and the God King was actually too tired to deal with it.

And at a certain moment, a chill followed.

A black shadow came from Odin's blind spot. Angers held the knife in his backhand, and the end of the arc pointed directly at the slight gap between Odin's helmet and his neck.

But the scene was not a two-on-two situation. The dark golden light flowed and entangled, and the horse under the king roared and roared, crushing the old man's foothold and kicking its iron hooves towards Angers.

The old man frowned and could only turn his wrist to use the knife. The brilliant light like a flying butterfly cut lines on the horse's legs, but he was shocked by the hardness of the other's skin.

It was as if a protective film was attached to it, making it almost impossible for a knife to penetrate.

Ange frowned, but his hand moved faster, shaking at a very high frequency, and the tip of the knife cut down accurately many times in a short period of time!

The blood overflowed like a ribbon, forming a red satin in mid-air. Angers looked at the knife that could no longer penetrate deeper and had to retreat in the wave of splashing gravel. Several red marks were scratched on the side of his face, which was originally dark black. The suits were gradually stained with dirt.

The old man was a little embarrassed, but the God King was even more impatient.

What made him so impatient was not the opponent's strength, but the fact that he hadn't finished the battle yet.

The struggle between God and man should not be like this.

But he didn't expect that the girl named Fujimaru Ritsuka had such a magical word spirit.

"Mortal. No, Fire Stealer, you can actually steal that person's authority."

The sound that sounded like a drum sounded again, like putting a person in a sealed jar, and then continuously hitting the wall of the jar with a hammer, causing the person's eardrums to vibrate and the brain to tingle.

The girl patted her temples, her eyes still blazing.

"What's the matter? It's rare? Have you never seen an example like me in all your life?"

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God did not answer this question. He saw that the other party's conversation at this moment was just to delay time. The instantaneous use of the Noble Phantasm just now and the subsequent uninterrupted continuous attacks have exceeded the limit that any hybrid can bear.

The Noble Phantasm was ineffective and the quick attack was broken. Although the two of them had not even scratched the king's armor with their efforts, Odin was still willing to acknowledge their efforts.

He would not admit that in that long period of time, he had been slightly moved by the struggling posture of human beings, and developed some hobby of collecting and observing.

It's just a preference for better monkeys, which is similar to the feeling of humans raising pets - Odin is so convinced.

Therefore, he ignored Ritsuka's intention of delaying time to recover his strength and spoke.

"never had."

"You are very good. You are probably the best mixed breed in this era. So——"

The God King stretched out his hand, and his silver-white armored hand picked up a pool of clear rainwater.

"Submit yourself to the Kingdom of God and I will promise you your life."

Odin said, "Gods never cast off upon mortals—"

boom! !

A huge roar sounded, which was the familiar sound of gunshots. Titsuka looked forward in surprise and found that Angers had arrived behind Odin at some point. He was holding a Smith \u0026 Wesson M500 revolver.

The weight of the entire gun without bullets is 2.32 kilograms. After installing the scope on the Picatinny rail above the pistol, the weight reaches 3.12 kilograms.

You know, the 79 submachine gun is only 1.75 kilograms!

The Desert Eagle can also kill rhino elephants with one hit, but the M500 pistol uses .50 Magnum bullets. The warhead weighs about 350 grains and has a muzzle velocity of 602 meters per second, which makes the kinetic energy of the muzzle reach 4000 joules, and its power is close to that of the desert. 2 times the size of an eagle!

Angers held up the behemoth pistol with one hand, not caring about the so-called recoil. After firing the gun, interrupting the God King's words, he blew the white smoke with interest.

"Well, I originally thought about using firearms to supplement my output, but even the weapons from the equipment department can't break the dragon's armor after all?" The old man curled his lips and looked at the scene in front of him.

Odin's body is entangled with a vague field similar to the Eye of the Wind King. That field may be water as heavy as iron, or it may be wind with extremely high heat.

Those bullets melted into molten iron before they even touched him. Even if some of the molten iron splashed onto his mask and blue wind cloak, it only added some iron-colored patterns.

but

"But, in this case, you can see clearly." The old man looked at the God King, with a cold light in his eyes, and every move had its own deep meaning.

It is natural that firearms cannot harm the Dragon King, but——

"The reason is those things wrapped around your body, right?" Angers pointed the gun with a calm expression. "Although it may be some kind of word spirit, according to Ritsuka-chan, I prefer it to be a collection of elements."

"Condensing a large number of elements around the body to form a protection, forming a natural shield that can survive unscathed when the Noble Phantasm is deployed."

"Being a dragon is really convenient~"

In just a few words, the old man analyzed several layers of information about the enemy he met for the first time, and his arrogance was very annoying.

But the God King was not angry at the offensive act. Instead, he came with a more vigorous momentum. It was clear that neither party had opened the realm of Time Zero, but the rain all over the sky seemed to have solidified, making it round and translucent.

Hilbert Jean Angers, if it is said that heroes beyond human intelligence are born in every era, then this old man may be the old monster who survived the last era.

He is a little less ferocious than the previous monsters, but he is just as rebellious and rebellious as them.

crazy.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't look at me with that expression." Looking at the God King, the old man raised his hands as if to surrender, laughing like a bohemian western cowboy.

That was a style he learned from his old friend, and it was very annoying.

He used his facial muscles to pull the corners of his mouth into a twisted smile.

"It's not your fault, you actually tried to pry a corner in front of me, old man."

"Really, it's okay to hide behind the scenes and point fingers like a coward. It's already so embarrassing, but you actually have the nerve to tell us about the Kingdom of God and where we belong?" Angers deliberately emphasized the cadence. , shook his head and said slowly.

"Are you so afraid of humans?"

"Is it just so unavoidable?"

"You like to collect the human adults that you are scared to death and put them in your cupboard for worship. Do you have a fetish for figurines?"

"Ah~~~I heard about guys like you when I went to Japan~"

The old man covered his mouth and snickered with an extremely provocative expression, his eyes curved like crescent moons.

"NEET"

At that moment, the entire Nibelung shook, as if the ceiling filled with crystal pendants began to shatter. The sounds of countless collisions carried cracks and swallowed up most of the territory.

Wang's body was entangled by a more direct flow of water. Under him, a piece of the ground in the industrial area was dug out, like an iron spoon inserted into a watermelon. Large smooth grooves were formed by melting at high temperatures. Wang's In a rage, the wave patterns alone are enough to burn all matter in this world.

But in front of the king, Angers didn't flinch at all.

Once, he and his compatriots faced the Dragon King and were not even qualified to open their eyes.

They lowered their heads to avoid those golden eyes, as humble as dust.

But, that is definitely not to meet the gods!

His compatriots had lowered their proud heads in order to force their bodies to squeeze out the last bit of potential in death, turning their blood into blades and their lives into pieces!

They frantically dug out everything they had as human beings, their spirits evolved, and their bodies collapsed.

That night, people died, and dragons were buried with them.

The charred corpses were entangled with each other, not to hug each other, but to kill each other until the last moment!

That night, everything died, including a man named Hilbert Jean Angers.

He stands here just to kill all the dragons in the world until he can consume the endless revenge in his heart until he reaches the end called death.

In the new world of victory, he will sleep alone and embrace his friends on the other side of hell.

Now

"you are the first."

See through the opponent's ability, analyze it, and use words to make it chaotic.

on the basis of.

The old man smiled, and his posture was more arrogant than any monster. He did not have the water curtain that filled the sky, nor did he have the angry thunder wrapped around Ritsuka, but instead, there was a turbulent flow of steam erupting from his body.

The thick, blood-red mist is like the smoke that punishes prisoners in hell. It makes people unable to breathe. Every puff will burn the nasal cavity and burn the chest.

Ritsuka watched in surprise as the old man's body began to gradually change, becoming increasingly hideous.

His hands began to be covered with iron-green scales, as hard as cold-forged steel, and the dazzling golden light burned brighter and brighter. There seemed to be green snakes dancing in his originally fair Western face.

He tore off his suit because he was not praying for anyone but to send the guy in front of him to hell.

The suit was torn, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath. Sweat and blood spread over his muscular back, soaking into the tattoo of "The Violence of All Realms". The tigers and yakshas became lifelike with the rise and fall of his muscles. It seemed like it was about to break away from the skin and jump out to fight the dragon.

"one time."

The old man murmured something in his mouth, but the excitement on his face became more and more obvious.

The blood slipped from his angular face and melted into the iron-colored scales.

He became more alien than Odin. Angers looked back at Lixiang, his mouth moved, but he spoke a language that Odin had never consciously understood.

"Plan plan?"

The girl nodded lightly without caring about the monster's face.

"That's good, let's start from now on."

The old man turned back to the God-King again and stepped forward in anger.

"Time is starting to speed up——"

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ps: Phew! Hoo ho ho!

To be honest, the author himself is the kind of person who will highlight the supporting characters in addition to the protagonist. After all, he writes fan fiction because he likes these characters.

I actually hate the kind of plot in a world where everyone except the protagonist has cerebral palsy and the villain is useless because he doesn't do anything decent, so I will write about the highlights of Chu Tianjiao and the highlights of Ange.

As for making jokes?

That is something that must be appreciated! (