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At least half of the mixed races in the third grade were blasted away by this "Shenluo Tianzheng"-like speech spirit, but a small number of elites escaped from the range and rushed to the library area.

The triangular-headed monster looked like it was about to rush over, but the surrounding hybrids held him back with power armor, while the firepower of the rest kept leaning towards him!

As if he was finally getting impatient, the arm holding the blade of the triangular head exploded suddenly, and an unmatched divine power grabbed the chopping knife and turned it violently!

There are no skills or tricks, just pure strength, and pure brute force endows this move with absolute visual impact!

The several hybrids wearing power armor who rushed forward were chopped off in an instant, the blood mixed with the fallen internal organs, and their heavy bodies crashed to the ground.

On the huge cutting blade, a layer of viscous blood-colored liquid was already attached, dripping to the ground like blood plasma, eroding pits like grimaces one after another.

Absolutely, without a doubt, terrifyingly powerful!

The triangle head carried the knife on his shoulder, and after killing these guys who hindered him, he didn't seem to solve Professor Schneider's thoughts.

He just wanted to catch up with those people heading to the library, but just as he raised his foot, he suddenly raised the big knife in his hand to block it by his side!

The next moment, a dark blue shock wave suddenly shot out from the grass next to it, and the shock wave directly knocked it out, and fell heavily on the statue of Menes.

"Ha! Those inferior power armors really can't compare with our baby!"

Excited and proud voices sounded in this empty area, and from the direction of the grass, several members of the equipment department in protective clothing appeared out of nowhere. and a gigantic silver 'pistol'

He held the handle and trigger of the gun with one hand, with a smug expression on his face, as if telling everyone that the technology of my equipment department is the best in the world!

"Thank God you're finally here!" Manstein let out a long sigh of relief, the bastards from the equipment department finally arrived.

As long as you get the right weapons, the group of intruders tonight are nothing at all!

"No way, the sewer is blocked by some bastard..."

The people from the equipment department dragged a large box of weapons, and said in a rambling manner

"careful!"

As soon as Guderian's exclamation sounded, a huge fire cloud with a radius of tens of meters suddenly exploded in the direction of the statue, attacking in the direction of the members of the equipment department!

The fire cloud instantly engulfed those members of the equipment department, but luckily they immediately activated a piece of alchemy equipment at hand, and the resulting transparent protective cover saved their lives.

But things seem to be headed for the worst.

"That's... Jun Yan?" Schneider's expression was extremely terrible, especially after the triangle monster holding the flame slowly stood up

It is an iron law that no hybrid or even a dragon can use a second word-speaking spirit. Because there are only two kinds of existence, it is possible to use plural word spirits.

The four dragon kings and... the black and white twin kings!

Only kings can have plural authority!

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Chapter 60. The Light of the Annihilation Well

"The well of annihilation", the bottom of the ice cellar. According to mythology, the three goddesses of fate are here to weave, stretch and cut the lifeline. This is the place where everything is annihilated. It was as quiet as an ancient cave, only the ubiquitous sound of water.

Wesker's eyes strengthened by the ancestor virus can let him see clearly in this dark cave.

His journey went smoothly. Relying on the appearance of Turing disguised by the 'Ouroboros', he took the elevator directly to the Well of Annihilation.

Here, there is his ultimate goal.

The floor of the Well of Annihilation is cast in bronze, and deep snake-like intertwined grooves are etched into the ground, and raw blue water flows in the grooves. The patterns formed by these deep grooves are like a lush vine tree, branching, branching again, branching and converging continuously, and finally merge into the silent lake in front.

If you look down from a height, Wesker is standing at the root of the vine tree, and endless symbols are hidden in the tangled branches of the vine tree, forming a perfect circular totem, surrounding a small lake.

There is no defense here, because the Well of Annihilation itself is the largest 'defense system'

This place is filled with a ubiquitous 'field', and what triggers this field is the metal pattern under the feet. The so-called vine tree is an incomparable array of words and spirits. This is a miracle of alchemy, creating realms out of symbols and elements, circulating in circles. There is no need for life to maintain this realm. This is the privilege of the gods beyond all religious codes. Those who step here without permission will be directly bestowed with death by the power of this realm.

Although he didn't officially step into the field, Wesker also felt a sense of crisis that seemed to be suffocating.

It seems that even the ability of 'Ouroboros' is not enough to make his disguise ignore the power of the domain here, Wesker sighed, changed back to his original appearance, and took out a shining dark purple spirit from his bosom stone.

He raised the spirit stone with both hands, just like the classic scene where Simba was lifted up in The Lion King. With both hands, he crushed the spirit stone.

The next moment, a group of 'things' like black and white ink smudged suddenly spread out from the soles of his feet

In contrast, the 'field' here was suddenly weakened infinitely, its effectiveness was neutralized and suppressed, and it no longer had fatal effects.

The purpose of that spirit stone is to create an 'eternal world'.

Wesker doesn't quite understand the meaning of this word, it seems to be part of the 'hell' in the mythology of those neon people. Using this spirit stone can create a piece of 'hell', shielding all the signals here and even the equipment that operates in the normal world.

What he used to shield the entire Cassel was a piece of spirit stone area, and this one was much more precious than the one he left outside.

Wesker continued to move forward. This Well of Annihilation is the place where Kassel's most precious collection is stored, so even with Wesker's vicious eyes, he was surprised and stunned by the inventory here.

Unknown mechanical equipment, stone boxes engraved with spells on the surface, and even a half-dried mummy, its two arms were locked to half of the iron pillar by some kind of bone shackles. The mummy, together with the iron pillars, was soaked in formalin solution and placed in an ultra-low temperature quartz glass container. The metal nameplate shows that it was unearthed in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt in 1836 and was buried with a certain pharaoh.

Each of these things can be released as the finale in a large antique auction.

There was only wonder in Wesker's eyes, but there was no greed at all. He didn't care about money at all, it was just a tool for him to realize his great dream.

And these things that were originally bound by the 'field' in the Well of Annihilation began to 'active' one after another after the permanence spread under Wesker's feet.

The bronze mask silently opened and closed its lips, as if singing an anthem of an ancient priest; the mummy writhed on the iron pillar, as if trying to break free from the shackles; in the dark golden hourglass, the fine golden sand had already fallen into the lower layer , and now the fine sand is re-extracted to the upper layer by an inexplicable force, the mottled music box starts to play again, and new tiny bumps appear on the silver drum that records the sound. This is a brand new piece of music.

This is the place where everything was supposed to be buried, like a coffin, but at this moment it is as lively as a temple fair.

That is the 'living spirit' residing in these ancient things. After losing the suppression of the domain, it quickly came back to life, coupled with the blessing of the 'eternal life'.

Wesker felt that he couldn't stay here for a long time. According to that person, these "things" with special souls in the eternal world are the easiest to mutate.

He vigorously jumped over the pool of boiling water in front of him, and arrived at his destination, the center of the circular sacrificial altar in the center of the pool.

There, stands a 'cross' made of bones

It was the withered bones of a boy, with a heavy bronze color, like a handicraft made of pure copper. Crystallized eyeballs were embedded in the skull's eye holes, like a pair of golden glass beads.

Although it looks like a human skeleton, there is a huge difference when you look closely. There are nearly a thousand slender bones in the whole body, some of which are fused with each other, and some form organs that have never been seen in any textbooks. The two bundles of thin bones on the back are opened like a fan. Those are his wings. His arms stretched out and grasped the wing bones behind him, and his skull hung low, like Jesus crucified.

Dragon Bone Cross, the final skeleton of the Dragon King, the great holy relic of the Dragon Clan.

Seeing this, the suppressed greed and ambition in Wesker's eyes were finally ignited.

He stroked the skeleton carefully and carefully, and he could feel the powerful power from this bone... Perhaps, maybe he could master it?

He was here, just standing beside the keel cross, some seemingly absent spirits began to erode his will.

He seems to have seen one grand illusion after another, the ancient dragon spread its wings, under their throne, ravaged and ruled the land of all things with incomparable power!

The four dragon kings, the kings of the four elements, sit only under the great black throne, the great commander.

Oddly enough, Wesker had a shooting technique in his heart to take this thing as his own.

Although he understands that this is very irrational and crazy, but he seems to be unable to control the evil thoughts in his heart, the more he thinks about it, the more persistent he becomes...

Wesker is undoubtedly a proud person, but he is also rational because of his pride. He feels that he can control all the power in this world.

He originally thought that the Ancestral Virus would make him a superior 'superhuman', but when these scrolls of mastering the secrets of the world unfolded in front of him, his seemingly insignificant strength became ridiculous.

Master it, master this great power, and let you once again change from a person affected by fate... to a person who decides your destiny!

But at this moment, the familiar voice came from Wesker's ear

"Don't think about it, the result of injecting dragon blood into a person like you will only become a brainless Deadpool."

With a bit of ridicule and malicious voice, Wesker shuddered, he turned his head abruptly, and the familiar man was chuckling at him playfully and said

"It's you? Why are you here?"

Wesker said in astonishment that the person in front of him was undoubtedly the one who made him go to Kassel to steal the Kessel Cross at a high price

"I didn't come here, it's just a phantom I left in your mind." The man shook his head and said lightly

"If I hadn't been able to get away here, I wouldn't have entrusted you with this important job... What, do you want to capture the Keel Cross?"

When he said the latter sentence, his tone was full of obvious playfulness and even maliciousness.

"The heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, a complete keel cross, even my uncle dare not mess with it, let alone 'eat it'. If you want to do it, I agree with it, do you want to try it? "

Wesker was silent for a moment, he let go of the keel cross, frowned and said

"I got this thing, where is your promise?"

"Don't worry, I will give you more powerful power, superhuman status, and... the chance to live forever."

the man whispered

"But the premise of all this is that you can bring the keel cross in front of me alive. Be careful, you'd better hold on for 20 minutes. When I complete the positioning, I can pull you into the 'bardo' between'."

"However, you must survive..."

As if to reflect his words, several black palms covered with dark golden veins slowly climbed out from the pool!

"These are the 'monsters' locked under the ice cellar, well...enjoy them."

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The word spirit is the authority of the dragon clan, the blade of the dragon clan, a manifestation of the great power and noble blood of the dragon clan.

The ancient dragon nobles were proud of their blood and spiritual ability. This is different from the "alchemy" mastered by the dragon. The degree of mastery and strength of the spiritual is not only a great proof of your blood ability.

This is the same for the hybrids who have inherited the dragon civilization.

For the hybrids, the power of speech spirits is a major manifestation of their being a higher species that is truly higher than humans. It is a manifestation of their superiority to humans, proving that they can influence the world with consciousness.

It is the pride of the mixed races that the mighty power belongs to their own body.

Therefore, in order to maintain this pride and expand their beautiful vision of power, the research on speech spirits has never stopped.

However, until the Middle Ages to the present, there has been no progress in the results of the research on the spirit of speech.

Oh no, it can't be said that there is no progress, it should be said that they have made a sequence list for Yan Ling, and other than that, there are no specific results at all.

Speech is like the magic in Harry Potter. For the mixed-races, they can use their speech naturally by reading the dragon text, concentrating, and spreading their spiritual vision.

But they don't know what the principle of this power is, or in other words, they can't find the ability to drive this power into a complete system. Their understanding of spiritual elements is no different from that of ordinary people, and they can't explore it at all. And the essence key to activate the power of speech.

Coupled with the fact that the dragons who have awakened in recent years basically have not shown a second language spirit other than their own body, the mixed race can't help but make a stupid conclusion about the research personnel in this area.

That is the dragon race that can use the power of multiple word spirits, it must be the first generation.

Just because he couldn't grasp and understand it, he called it a stupid theory of unique ability. If Mu Feng was here, he would definitely laugh at this group of lizardmen who think they are great.

But in the final analysis, the hybrids themselves are a group of hybrid products with the dragons, and it is only natural that they did not inherit and leave behind the knowledge that the dragons have mastered about this deep-seated power.

They only inherited the instinctive ability to release words and spirits. In this sense, these guys should be regarded as "Dragon Vein Warlocks"

So when the triangular-headed monster that was raging in Kassel showed its multiple speech spirits, Schneider was naturally horrified.

Could it be...they are fighting a first-generation species?

The equipment department that escaped the first wave of attack by the triangular-headed monster ran over dragging their equipment, and the monster shook his hand, and the head under the triangular helmet made a sigh-like movement.

——This is what you asked for, don't blame me.

Although he didn't speak, such words would naturally appear in the minds of those who saw his reaction.

He slowly raised the machete in his hand, a burst of light flashed across his body, and the muscles that were cast like steel were covered with a layer of bronze color!

"Damn it, Bronze Throne?"

Schneider's complexion became even uglier. The opponent who has mastered multiple words, the more he thought about it, the more his scalp became numb!

"Equipment department? Bastard! It's useful, you guys!!!"

Manstein yelled at the guy in the equipment department next to him anxiously because of his anger. This group of technical nerds who have been disgraced is very shameless, so he will make the guy who offended him pay the price.

"The arrow made by Arian Metal is engraved with four sets of inscriptions on the destructive 'alchemy field'. Today is going to blow you up the street!!!"

A member of the equipment department held a bow purely forged from mithril, decorated with gorgeous embossed decorations, roared and pulled the trigger.

The three arrows lost their shape and flew towards the triangular-headed monster. He raised his hand to block these bows and arrows with the clean land, but they pierced through the air wall of the clean land like butter. .

Those three arrows hit the triangle head's body accurately, and the next moment, a big hole with a radius of about twenty centimeters suddenly appeared at the place where the arrows pierced!

The flesh and blood disappeared suddenly, as if it had been poached out of thin air!

''Haha, Arian Metal has the maximum effect of breaking through the defense formed by the words spirit. The member of the equipment department said triumphantly