Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

In that painting, the sky was turquoise mixed with the color of fire.

The only giant tree stood, its dead branches extending in all directions, weaving into a dense network to support the cracked sky.

The wasteland is covered with dead bones, and a giant black beast is rising from the depths of the pile of bones. Its wings are covered with skeletons, and it opens its huge membrane wings and spits out black flames.

--dragon.

When Chu Zihang saw the black giant beast for the first time, he actually thought he could hear the roar of the giant beast.

The dazzling golden color that adorned the dragon's eyes was reflected by the sunlight, and the terrifying pressure rushed towards him like a tide, making him uncontrollably feel fear in his heart.

But at this moment, Chu Zihang felt a chill for no reason, and he shuddered while dispelling the fear in his heart.

It was as if a sleeping monster opened its deep blue eyes.

Chu Zihang's pupils gradually dilated, and his eyes slowly turned to his side.

But that figure has disappeared.

Instead, there was the unconcealed murderous intention, which seemed to bring him back to that unknown night of heavy rain and typhoon.

In one breath, in the eyes of the three people, the figure turned into an afterimage of black mist in the shadows.

A wave of hatred and hatred seemed to swallow them up from an extremely distant place. Under that terrifying momentum, they even lost the power to breathe!

Click! Bah! !

The next moment, sparks burst out like fireworks in the carriage, and there was a bone-chilling explosion that penetrated the soul. The sound of the sword's edge being scraped was sharp and harsh.

Along with the crisp sound of tearing cloth, the three people's minds seemed to echo with shrill and unwilling roars.

In front of us is no longer a wasteland full of dead bones, no longer a black dragon covering the sky and breathing flames.

Instead, it was an extremely vast ice field, with plain white and bluish ice covering the high mountains that pierced the sky, and the sky turned into a rich red as blood.

Just on the top of the ice peak, the black dragon in the painting was lying silently, its pair of sky-covering wings hanging down powerlessly, and the thick blood dyed the entire ice peak red.

His blood flowed like lava, staining the entire mountain red, melting the ice and snow, rising into the sky with blood-colored water vapor, turning into dark red clouds, and raining bright red rain.

The Black Dragon King Nidhogg, the god of dragons, the black emperor, the end of all things, the destruction of the world, his name means 'despair'.

——Someone cut off His head with sharp claws and nailed His body to that high mountain forever and ever.

At this moment, the entire carriage fell into a brief silence.

It wasn't until the heavy half-portrait fell with a clang that the eerie silence in the carriage was broken.

"My... God!" Manstein, an irreligious man, said with a trembling voice.

Fingel's face trembled crazily and he touched his neck, as if to see if his chicken coop head was still on his neck.

Shit!

The knife just struck him in front of him!

It was cut in half along with the table, and the cut was so smooth that there was no wood stubble at all.

It was obvious that the person who wielded this knife was as cold as a pork-cutting machine in a factory.

What are the highest honors for a man?

father!

This is a cultural inheritance of thousands of years, so the number one position cannot be shaken.

Secondly…

"Fuck...fuck." Fingel's face turned red. He gave the man a thumbs up and exclaimed: "Awesome!"

Secondly, it comes from men’s “fuck, that’s awesome” comments from men towards the same sex.

The culprit had already sat back in his seat with a straight face and an expression of "I am an innocent passerby".

But the long black knife was stuck on the edge of the solid wood table, and sawdust spewed out from under the red table paint like flesh, which was enough to show the sharpness of the blade.

"...Jiang, Shou, Yun!" Manstein's shiny forehead had veins pulsing, and the fear in his heart turned into anger after it dissipated, "What are you doing here?!"

The few words that came out of his mouth were like a thunderous explosion, echoing in the carriage, deafening!

"Ahem, Professor Manstein, don't be angry first, otherwise it will hurt your health." Fingel was excited and quickly stroked his back, "Maybe, maybe there is a reason?"

reason? What could cause him to do such a thing? !

He glanced at the portrait that had lost its power, and then turned to look at Jiang Shouyun with a dark face.

It's too much, simply too much!

The opponent's strength can indeed bear the "S" level evaluation.

However, what the other party did has completely broken his tolerance!

Draw the sword, swing it, and cut off the alchemy items with clean and neat movements without any hesitation!

Never! No student has ever been brave enough to do such a thing in front of him!

In fact, Manstein never thought that anyone would dare to do this!

"……call!"

Although his heart was full of fear and anger, he still took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice: "Jiang Shouyun, tell me, why?"

"If, I mean if." Jiang Shouyun raised his hand obediently, "If I say, I didn't mean it, would you believe it?"

Bang bang bang! !

"Believe it! You must believe it!" Fingel clapped his big hands like cattail leaf fans, applauding this wonderful excuse.

He touched the water cup in front of Jiang Shouyun and praised: "Junior brother, this water is still warm. Warm water can kill the black dragon."

Manstein's face twitched and he glared at him fiercely: "Get out! Don't make me scold you!"

Fingel immediately covered his mouth, and the chicken nodded as he pecked at the rice.

But when Manstein turned his head, he gave Jiang Shouyun a thumbs-up and started giving him angrily glances.

Fortunately, after his gag, the atmosphere in the carriage became much more relaxed.

"Sorry, I don't know why."

Jiang Shouyun scratched his head and sighed: "That's right, as soon as I saw the portrait you opened, I felt an inexplicable surge of hatred in my heart, and then... well, I couldn't control myself."

Manstein stared at his expression closely, as if he wanted to see if the other person was lying.

But after staring like this for several minutes, I couldn't figure out why.

Jiang Shouyun's face only showed apologies for destroying the other party's property, and there was no trace of guilt caused by lying.

Because what he said is indeed the truth.

That kind of hatred was simply engraved deep in his bones and flesh, and he almost subconsciously swung the knife before he could react.

If he hadn't come back to his senses midway and absorbed 99% of his strength in time, it would not be the same as it is now.

It was as if he had been preparing to swing this sword all along.

Not at the portrait, but at the black dragon in the portrait.

"This shouldn't happen."

Manstein rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and said solemnly: "Almost every new student will take a look at it when they enter the school. The normal reaction is to be shocked by the power of the portrait."

"Whether it's your abnormal reaction just now or your behavior of destroying alchemy items, I have to explain these situations to the principal."