It was the day of God's wrath.

On this day, the world will melt in the flames.

As Dawei and Hibira witnessed, people were filled with fear.

When the judge comes.

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There are dark buildings with broken walls everywhere. You can vaguely see the exquisite castles like the medieval times turning into black charcoal. The Versailles-style gardens are decaying, and the vast artificial lake is filled with asphalt-like viscous lava, as if time has solidified, but it seems like a thousand years have passed quickly, full of desolation and silence.

The sound of bells came from the dilapidated church in the distance, and the chants of chants formed a sad tune.

The white doves spread their wings and wanted to fly high turned into dark snow in the wind. They drifted with the wind and were soon swallowed up by the dark storm further away.

A rumbling sound rang out from the depths of the storm.

Looking around, there were dozens of balls of such destructive storms, which swept and swallowed each other. The depths of the storm were mixed with blazing white lightning, like a tied angry dragon ramming in the dark cage.

Destruction and death are everywhere, as if the whole world is dead.

A drizzle fell from the sky.

Qin Ye slowly raised his head, closed his eyes, and let the cold rain hit his face.

"Mom, what is this?" The little boy stretched out his hand and continued the rain flowing from the eaves.

"They are tears from the sky." The woman chuckled and patted the little boy's head.

"Mom, you said that a person will cry when he is sad, but does the sky also feel sad? Is she very sad now..." The little boy tilted his head and looked at the woman naively.

"Ah, my Aye is such a gentle child. But this world is cruel. Many people want to eat you. Those who are arrogant will try their best to judge you. Aye, you must remember that if one day they want to kill you, don't look back, you must run away desperately."

The woman hugged the boy tightly in her arms and stroked the boy's head with her chin with her loving chin.

"No, mom, I will try to become stronger until I change my destiny."

The little boy clenched his fists and looked at the dark ancient temple in front of him, "I will take my mother away from here and go to a place where there will be no more disputes."

"Well, mom is waiting for that day. Little Aye, who is waiting for my little Aye to take her away, I also want to watch you become brighter when you stand at the top of this world."

The woman's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and two lines of crystal tears passed through her beautiful cheeks.

She hugged the little boy tightly, as if she had used all the power of her life.

The wind roared, and my eyes were filled with dark snow, like the dust of life.

The clip that appeared deep in my mind seemed to have happened not long ago, the drizzle was hazy, blurring the world in front of the boy.

Countless years have passed, and he is still so weak.

The world is still so cruel. You think you work hard to become stronger, but in fact you are just subconsciously not looking at its cruel side.

For the world, no matter how you resist, it will run silently. You are nothing in front of it, just something that will be trampled to death if it moves its feet.

"Why!"

"I just want to give them a place where they can survive peacefully, but why do they have to take away this insignificant little? Behind us is a cliff, why do we still have to force each other!"

He clenched his fists little by little until the joints finally raised, and the world became gloomy again, and the rumbling thunder spread from the depths of the dark clouds.

"Because you are not qualified..."

A low and cold sneer came from a distance.

A huge heartbeat came from the dark ground like ruins, like a sudden death knell. It seemed that something terrifying in the depths of the ruins was revived at this moment.

That was where Dior was thrown away and fell.

His body slammed on the carbon black wall, and the wall immediately cracked into pitch black dust to completely cover it, and at the same time submerged his own breath and silenced.

Boom-

The blazing lightning shot out like giant pythons from the depths of the dark dust and sand, and then suddenly exploded in the surrounding void, bursting into thin and narrow arcs.

With a bang! Just as the lightning was shot, a hand covered with iron-cyan scales suddenly poked out of the dust.

Blazing white light shone in the dusty ruins, like a white spider web attached to it. The next moment, the ruins exploded, and Dior, who was tall and handsome, walked out of the dust.

Suddenly, the blazing white lightning around him became extremely violent, as if celebrating the birth of a king.

Seeing Dior appearing, Wat Alheim suddenly let out a sound of horror, breathing in air.

"How did President Dior become like this? Is this still a human?"

"Is he also a dragon king?"

"No, another Dragon King? Is it a good day for Kassel Academy?"

...

At this time, Dior could no longer be called a human being.

The proportion of the knotted muscles and the violent tendons is exaggerated, and it tells people the explosive power contained in this incredible body. His skin is covered with hideous scales, and an iron-blue almost pitch-black luster flows on it, as if it is a layer of armor attached.

His skin cracked from behind, and the iron-green scales on his back burst out like a flowery bloody flower. His wings stretched out and spread wildly, growing out like willow branches that sprouted green.

And his originally cold face was now completely tightly wrapped by the iron-green exoskeleton, exuding a majestic and violent aura.

The perfect creature in the world that is no longer so ferocious and fierce, now he is present in front of thousands of teachers and students. His figure is so perfect and ferocious, and it looks like something between an angel and a devil. It is a mistake that should never be made in this world - dragons.

A dragon of pure blood.

"Bloodbreak!"

Professors such as Mans, Manstein all looked at Dior on the electronic screen with horror.

When the other professors present heard these two words, the corners of the old man's eyes couldn't help but twitch slightly. They turned their heads and exchanged eyes, and they all saw the vibration in the depths of each other's eyes.

Bloodshed is the first generation of Lion Heart to recreate the so-called secret method of the pure blood dragon. It is a terrifying secret technique that can allow the hybrid species to enhance their own bloodline. Its principle is not to enhance the genes of the dragon clan, but to deliberately weaken the human genes with will.

Similar to the Buddhist concept of thoughts, for example, in Buddhist doctrines, people's evil thoughts are like evil ghosts, they are like hidden in the human heart. When humans relax, they will rush up to swallow the person's spiritual thoughts, thus turning the other party into a puppet that obeys the evil ghost.

If you can visualize the images of powerful people such as Arhats and Buddhas in Buddhism in your mind, you can use this deterrence of thought to subdue those evil thoughts, and even feed back to yourself and make your spirit stronger.

For the mixed-race species of the dragon race, there will be two different spiritual attributes in mind, humans and dragons. These two attributes are often filled with huge conflicts. Because the proportion of genes is high, the human spirit must be more dominant.

Only special groups will retain their master personality while suppressing their master personality, thereby releasing their own second personality. At this time, not only will there be spiritual changes, but the dragon genes hidden deep in human bodies will also become active, thus activating the exclusive characteristics of dragons. At this time, the dragon genes gradually occupy the human genes and form an alternative modification.

This is the principle of bloodshed.

It can substantially improve the bloodline of a mixed race, and divide it according to the degree, and can reach a maximum of four degrees.

Every increase in blood will cause the hybrid species to undergo dragon transformation at various stages. As the blood level increases, the dragon transformation of the hybrid species itself will become more obvious. Of course, the stronger its strength will increase.

This strength is not only reflected in physical strength, but even the fundamental spiritual power of the hybrid species will achieve a qualitative transition.

However, bloodshed is like a double-edged sword. While increasing the strength of the hybrid species, it will also cause its body to undergo almost irreversible damage. It will not only greatly shorten the user's life span, but even when the ratio of dragon blood exceeds the threshold of the critical blood limit, the hybrid species will completely lose itself and become a deadpool who only knows how to kill.

The old professors all looked at Dior on the screen with horror, looking at the other person's hideous and perfect body like a pure blood dragon.

The fourth degree of blood was opened, and once released the lion's heart. Dragon scales will grow on the surface of the body, the spirit of the word will be strengthened, and the heart of the dragon will be released in the second degree, and then it will become a dragon.

Once the blood is thundered for three degrees, the hybrid species will release the Dragon King's heart, and the dragon transformation phenomenon will basically cover the whole body, just one step away from becoming Deadpool.

Of course, this release will also comprehensively enhance the physical functions of the hybrid species, and their own spirit, strength and speed will increase by hundreds of times.

Now seeing Dior's appearance as a pure blood dragon, they all trembled. Good guy, he didn't run away at least three times of blood.

But the secret technique of blood-burning has obviously been intercepted by the principal Angers. After all, this secret technique itself has huge flaws. Once used, the hybrid species will be like sliding into the abyss. Sooner or later, it will be swallowed by the darkness and become a selfless deadpool. Therefore, no matter how powerful the secret technique of blood-burning is, it will never be popularized in the academy.

How could Dior still use this forbidden technique?

And at the moment when this doubt arose in their minds, it suddenly seemed like they had realized something.

As one of the oldest Presbyterians of the Secret Party, how could they not preserve this powerful secret technique? They even participated in the modification and creation of the so-called secret technique of the pure blood dragon.

The Beowulf clan is worthy of being you.

Looking at Dior, the inheritor of Beowulf, the old professors present were all trembling. If you want to say that the Beowulf clan did not take out this forbidden technique in the family to pass on the clan, you won’t believe it.

This clan has imprinted its power into its bones, and even if it falls into the abyss, it is still willing to do so. I really don’t know whether they are strong people or life-threatening madmen.

In front of the huge electronic screen, looking at Dior, who looks more like a dragon than Qin Ye, Anger swayed his hand with a red wine glass and slapped his old eyes narrowed, and his murmur was deep, "Beowulf..."

...

Above the ruins.

The sky seemed to have turned into a turbulent sea, but what was rolling was not sea water, but billions of blazing white lightning.

They roared wildly, as if celebrating the birth of the new king, and the dark clouds were torn and smashed into pieces to push further away.

Dior stood under billions of thunder and lightning, like a Thunder God who controls the punishment of heaven.

A long brown hair was attached to lightning, turning into a dazzling white and floating wildly, and even the whole body was covered with lightning, as if it was a layer of armor condensed from lightning, and even the huge dragon wings behind it were attached. If you were holding a golden stick in your hand at this time, it would be a book of Lei Zhenzi in the Romance of the Gods.

He reached out his hand to the sky, as if he had scooped out a piece of sea water from the ocean, and a blazing white lightning shot over.

This lightning was very thick and violent at first, but as it descended, it became smaller and smaller. When it finally fell into Dior's hands, it turned into a blazing white droplet, as if it was really a ball of sea water.

The blazing white water flowed down from his fingers. Every drop fell, the void made a rumbling sound. This was a violent and terrifying power of thunder and lightning, but in his hand he was as obedient as an obedient baby.

"Freshman, this is what you forced me to this point."
To be continued...