Chapter 707 Grand 'Funeral' III

The cold air is dense, like fog locks the mountains and haze.

Frost spread across the venue at a speed visible to the naked eye, on the ground, on the ruins of collapsed houses, and on the fastest rushing gods.

At this moment, everything is still.

Not the stillness of time, but the frozen stillness.

Under the cover of frost, life passes, and everything becomes silent.

However, this silence was quickly broken, and those descendants of the gods who were not affected by the frost, they were only stunned, and then charged again.

Looking at Long Lang's standing figure, the scorching greed made them fearless.

Even if you see someone blocking it.

Even in the face of such obstruction, these descendants of the gods felt grateful in their hearts.

Because, the guys who rushed the fastest and had the most hope of getting everything died!

And after those guys died, they were the most hopeful!

Therefore, they moved faster and more impatiently!

If such an opportunity is missed, I am afraid they will not be able to meet it in their lifetime, right?

Thinking of the wealth, honor, and inheritance of Sky City, each of these descendants of the gods fell into madness.

Dean stood where he was, looking at these god descendants whose faces were almost distorted, their faces were flat.

He has seen too many people whose hearts are blinded by greed.

The descendants of the gods in front of them are nothing.

Therefore, Dean is really familiar with the way to deal with it.

With a thought in Dean's mind, the dense frosty air began to roll, as if a monster hiding in the fog was about to pounce.

And the next moment, a frost tornado. Began to appear in front of Dean.

'gas'!

Not quite. Facing these descendants of gods who have not even reached the silver level. Only a small part of the 'Qi' simulation is enough.

call!

The extremely frozen frost tornado burst open suddenly.

Like a cold wave, it completely enveloped Dean's neighborhood.

After that, everything became silent.

Those god descendants who lost their lives still maintained the fanatical greed of the last posture, which did not dissipate because of the freezing, on the contrary, it became more and more clear because of the freezing.

...

And this way the xp value is increased. It also began to appear in Dean's vision like swiping the screen.

However, Dean did not pay more attention to the final XP value. After killing Malcolm and Peter, his previous total XP value returned to 50360 points again. For Dean, it is enough to deal with most crises .

The xp values ​​of these descendants in front of them are just icing on the cake.

The icing on the cake is never as fresh as the memory of sending charcoal in the snow.

Of course, for a special existence like the xp value, the more the better.

If it weren't for the fact that there was a Long Lang who didn't know whether he was alive or dead by his side. Dean didn't mind looking at the xp value he got.

"Don't, don't touch me!"

When Dean was about to check Long Lang's body, Long Lang said suddenly.

"I thought you were unconscious!"

Long Lang spoke suddenly. Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, it is better to be conscious than unconscious.

"I really want to really pass out, but the pain I'm suffering now makes it impossible for me to pass out, and in the next ten days, I have to endure such pain, and then...die!"

Intermittently, Long Lang said.

At the end, Long Lang wanted to smile at Dean, but the pain in his body made him only able to twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Is that why you didn't let me help you?"

Dean didn't notice that ugly smile, his eyes were completely focused on the blood-black color attached to Long Lang's body.

The reason why he only described the color was because Dean couldn't describe the blood-black form in front of him at all.

It flowed through Long Lang's body like a liquid, but spread and spread like light, but if you feel it carefully, it's as tough as armor.

It was the first time Dean had encountered such a strange existence.

"This is my business in itself. It is a matter of course for me to die. If you die, what will I pay you back?"

Long Lang took a breath and spoke very slowly.

It wasn't that Long Lang wanted to make his words clear, but for the sake of his words to be clear, he had to speak slowly, because the pain in his body had already made his tongue feel numb.

"Death is certain?"

Dean asked, frowning.

"Well, this is a curse...you must die!"

Long Lang nodded with difficulty.

"What if I kill you now?"

Dean continued.

"The blood curse must die under the curse. Any accident will only spread the curse. If you kill me, you will bear my curse. Even, you'd better not touch me, because I can feel The malice of these curses...they expect to spread through me and kill more creatures!"

Long Lang reminded Dean again.

"Curse? Are they alive?"

Dean was taken aback.

"I don't know how they exist. This is one of the most important inheritances of our family. Under the eyes of those existences, the reason why Sky City can survive is because of them... No one is willing to die with the enemy! And the nature of the curse makes the persecution a joke! I found that my ancestors were still very intelligent..."

"Where is its inheritance?"

Dean interrupted Long Lang and asked.

"In the Elder's Hall, except for the elders, no one can enter, that's why I was expelled! However, I also learned some unknown secrets there! For example: the blood curse characteristic on my body!"

Long Lang replied.

There is no concealment.

For Long Lang at this time, such concealment is unnecessary and ridiculous.

certainly. Some reminders are also necessary.

"Although there are no traps inside. But it is very strange. My strength is lost there..."

Long Lang was talking, but his words stopped short.

Because, Dean took out a simple cloth pocket made of a coat, and there were some fragments in it. According to experience, Long Lang was sure that it was a long sword.

then. Long Lang suddenly realized that the long sword made of these fragments looked so familiar.

"Holy Sword?!"

Long Lang exclaimed in disbelief.

In addition to recovering because of the loss of the holy sword, it is more because of the shattering of the holy sword.

As far as he knew, the holy sword was indestructible and impossible to destroy.

"You lose your power because of it, and your power recovery is also because of it. You should lose your power after picking it up, and your power is regained after it was broken... According to Malcolm You are just one of the pawns in the plan, and you can be regarded as a sacrifice to the holy sword!"

"What does this have to do with Malcolm?"

"This itself is Malcolm's plan. You should have unconsciously..."

Dean recounted all his knowledge and related experiences in detail.

Of course, the unspoken part. Dean disappeared completely.

"So that's the case! The holy sword...is the prerequisite for using it is sacrifice?"

Long Lang let out a long breath and said suddenly.

"So, I hope to find more information about the holy sword in the place of inheritance, even if it is just a few words, it will be helpful to you now!"

said Dean.

"You want to use the 'holy sword' to cut off my 'curse'?"

With Dean's previous narration, Long Lang's eyes suddenly brightened.

Death is hated and feared by countless people!

Long Lang is no exception!

If he can continue to live, then he will definitely not die.

"If I can find some records about the 'Holy Sword', or reforge it, it should be possible! And before that... West Germany!"

Dean yelled.

Suddenly, a figure ran quickly from a distance.

It was Long Lang's most loyal subordinate.

"My lord, I followed your order to leave, but I happened to meet Marshal Zelgang, and then Marshal Zelgang asked me to lead the way, so I'm back again!"

Sid had a simple and honest smile on his slightly rough face.

"Okay, I accept your explanation!"

Looking at the simple and honest smile of his subordinate, Long Lang said weakly.

Even if he knew that his subordinates were not telling the truth, so what?

Facing such loyal subordinates, Long Lang could only feel lucky. If he said some complaints, it would really hurt the scenery too much.

"Sid, Ryulang will leave it to you for the time being!"

Dean ordered like this.

"Okay, Marshal!"

Sid nodded and said solemnly.

Then, Dean and Takashi talked again for a while.

In the end, Dean nodded at Long Lang, and quickly walked in the direction Long Lang pointed out.

As for their safety?

Under the premise that Sky City's mid-to-high-end combat power has been taken over by a group, West Germany, which is nearly as strong as a great knight, can handle everything.

What's more, Sky City has insurmountable rules.

Commoners with thin blood cannot step into this place close to the temple and the place of inheritance.

All those who disobeyed will be sentenced to death.

This is what Long Lang said during the conversation just now.

Dean was noncommittal about this.

People who believe in the 'Bloodline Theory', whether they are ordinary nobles or descendants of gods, are the most rigid and stubborn group of people, especially the latter.

Because, their power itself comes from blood!

And Dean, who also has the power of blood, although he feels disgusted with such an argument, the blood in his body makes his position very embarrassing.

Therefore, Dean didn't have any bias, he just chose to be neutral.

This is the best choice for Dean.

Dean, who was walking from the air, quickly saw a large group of buildings according to Long Lang's instructions.

The place of inheritance is close at hand.

ps first update~

It’s a new month, decadent and asking for monthly pass protection~(To be continued...)

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