Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 349 White Priest (1)

"Jörmungandr, I can promise you and Han Qiu that we can share this world together. You are still feudal kings!"

This is Herzog's lie.

"Ants dare to compete with me for power?"

This is the wrath of the White Priests.

It is the law of karma in the dark. The guy who used pons interruption surgery to cause other people to have split personalities is now suffering from spiritual pain.

The king who controlled the spirits was furious. He had once been high and mighty, but now he was locked in a cage, competing with a bloody guy for the chance to survive.

The alchemical mark was deeply engraved in his proud spirit, and could not be erased in a short time.

There was also a damn dragon that he had never seen before, which kept attacking him, regardless of his life or death.

He smelled a familiar scent from Jörmungandr's blood, which came from the guy he hated and loathed so much - Nidhogg.

The full moon casts its light on the flat clouds. The moon is always there, but the continuous heavy rain makes it difficult for people in Hokkaido to distinguish day from night, let alone see the sun and the moon.

Xia Mi and the god kept colliding in the clouds. They shattered the clouds, but the collapsed areas were quickly filled up by the clouds coming from all around.

The weather was as turbulent as the war situation, and the temperature was changing locally.

Xia Mi was beaten back again, the sword in his hand was full of gaps and on the verge of breaking.

She still roared and kept moving forward, even though the scales on her body were like swords in her hands and her blood was spilling into the clouds.

The cut membrane wings healed quickly, and she had no choice but to spend more energy on the wounds on the membrane wings in order to stay on the battlefield.

"You despicable creature, you dare to roar at me?" The white priest took control of the body again.

Tian Kusanagi shattered Xia Mi's weapon and stabbed her chest. That beating heart must be extremely delicious.

Xia Mi grabbed the dragon's tail with her bare hands and forcibly deflected Ame Murakami's attack trajectory.

She didn't care and her shoulder blade was pierced and crushed at the same time.

He pounced forward like a madman, stabbing every part he could with his sharp claws.

This is a war of beasts, the most primitive and fiercest.

"Get out!" Herzog took the main seat again, with fear in his eyes.

Although he had the upper hand, he was still afraid. Even Xia Mi's crazy attack only tore the scales on his chest. As a price, Xia Mi's claws broke a few and blood dripped from his fingertips.

He pushed Xia Mi away, and with great force, the Atrium Snake was knocked down from the clouds.

"What are you afraid of?" The White Priest hated Herzog much more than Xia Mi. "She is just an incomplete creation. How can I be afraid of such a being?"

"You are just a ghost who has been dead for many years. The new world is ruled by me. It is not your turn to make trouble!" Herzog cursed again: "Bondarev, you beast, you dare to lie to me! You dare to lie to me!"

This white dragon is a perfect creation, and the emotions in its eyes keep changing.

Both the White Priest and Herzog needed time and tranquility to kill the other spirit in their bodies, but Xia Mi's constant entanglement made them angry.

The shot down Xia Mi rushed out of the clouds again, without weapons and with damaged claws.

Maybe she should back out. She didn't have to risk her life on a bet.

But now she has forgotten the bet. This is not about the bet, this is the Dragon King's arrogance.

"I think we should deal with the trouble at hand first." Herzog stroked the end of the dragon's tail.

Ama Murakami's strength almost crushed these incomplete first-generation kings, not to mention the overwhelming gap in Word Spirit. Faced with the "cancellation", Xia Mi was helpless and could only use a blank board against full skills.

Xia Mi had to admit the fact that "the Black King does not come out, and the White King is supreme" even though she was unwilling to do so. She also had to admit what Han Qiu said, "your father is partial."

A perfect king without any flaws.

To win, perhaps the only chance is to devour the Dragon King who has the twins.

"Is this even a problem? Do I need to discuss this with humans?" The white priest spoke with disdain and contempt, "I can solve the problem even if I kill you."

This disdain and contempt is not directed at Herzog or Jörmungandr, but treats everyone and every dragon equally.

Everyone here is a loser, and those without seats are even worse.

"I smell nourishment, delicious nourishment." The white priest looked down at the clouds.

When Xia Mi attacked again, the black and white clouds were dispersed, as if a mirror was broken.

Golden dragons have never existed in history. Even the white priests have never heard of them. When did a dragon of such status exist, with surging blood and overwhelming power?

"You're finally here!" Xia Mi's frustration turned into a swear word. She interrupted her attack and looked up at the figure under the moon.

Like a veil, like the moon descending, like what the wind fears and what the rain goes to.

Beautiful enough, but also weird. A state between Xia Mi and Herzog, unable to grow a dragon tail, neither human nor dragon, like a god but also like a devil.

Hold the emperor in the left hand and the sword in the right hand.

"The Eight Snake Families talk a lot of nonsense." Han Qiu sneered at the white figure: "Congratulations, Dr. Herzog."

"Masamune..." Minamoto Chisei couldn't say the last two words.

"Why did you bring such a burden with you?" Xia Mi reminded him, "This guy is extremely strong."

The white priest regained control of his body and stared at Han Qiu with a little doubt: "You don't look like his creation, who are you?"

"I'm your father." Han Qiu cursed instinctively, then remembered that this guy's father was Nidhogg, so he changed his words and said, "I'm your grandfather."

Han Qiu threw Yuan Zhisheng to Xia Mi. At such a high altitude, the air was so thin that it was difficult for ordinary humans to survive, but it was still a small problem for Huang.

"Take a rest and recover from your injuries as soon as possible. I'll come and meet this guy. Chop him up and feed him to you." Han Qiu made a promise.

The moment the membrane wings flapped, a sonic boom resounded through the sky.

He drew his sword and mounted his horse, simply and roughly abandoning Han Qiu's usual fighting style, and the words lost all meaning.

All you need to do is move forward and fight.

"Be careful of his tail." Xia Mi caught Yuan Zhisheng and shouted to Han Qiu.

"As for Ama Murasaki, I know. I can keep this thing and refine it into a weapon." Han Qiu collided with something that he didn't know whether it was from Herzog or the White Priest.

The wind blows away everything, and the moon appears after the clouds have been cleared.

The executive bureau elites at Swan Lake only saw a corner of the sky collapsed, and the moonlight sprinkled on the lake, reflecting two tiny particles.

At this height, even dragons are tiny.

"You actually..." The horror in his eyes was obviously from Herzog.

"Where do you think I get my confidence from!" Han Qiu stepped back to avoid Tian Congyun's attack. "Everything you have now is given by me, because I promised the Eight Snake Clan to help them break the curse. Your bones will be a good medicine and a tonic for my allies!"

"A king I have never seen before. He has good abilities, but still a little bit lacking." The white priest became interested and took the initiative to attack Han Qiu.

The White King, who had been dead for who knows how many years, could actually speak modern human languages, including Japanese, English, Russian, and Chinese... Han Qiu guessed that it was due to the mixing of minds. Herzog was likely able to see the past that the White King had personally experienced, and the White King could also master Herzog's knowledge.

Although the white priests look down on these things.