Chapter 145: Five Types of Paradise Players, Players of the Primordial Dragon Race

The white fur dissipated with a pale golden radiance, and the armor covering the whole body set off an iron-blooded, killing intent.

Odin on horseback had long ago devoured the other half and was a genuine "Incomplete Star Spirit."

Not only that, he had also seized the essence of the God race and even snatched some authority of the World Tree's remnant spirit, making him even more powerful than a regular complete Long Wang.

The growth of strength drove the expansion of ambition.

How could an incomplete Star Spirit compare to a real Star Spirit?

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

Either be killed by the resurrected "Black Emperor," or devour everything of the "Black Emperor."

All the chips had been placed on the gambling table; taking a step back meant being doomed, and there was only one path to move forward.

"Neigh—!"

The eight-legged warhorse · Sleipnir snorted and lightly raised its front hooves to create a faint water curtain in front of the Maybach.

"Buzz buzz buzz—!"

The Maybach engine roared, and the strong power was easily erased by the water curtain.

The surrounding Dead Servant legion surrounded them, and the bulletproof outer layer of the Maybach was full of cracks from the attacks of the monsters' sharp claws and fangs.

Inside the car, Chu Zihang curled up in a ball in fear.

Chu Tianjiao tried to stay calm and pulled out the alchemy weapon · Muramasa that he hadn't used for a long time from under the driver's seat.

"Dad, what's going on? What are you hiding?!"

"No time to explain, I didn't expect it to be today either, perhaps I should have listened to that big shot earlier."

Chu Tianjiao sighed, cut the seat belt with the blade, and looked at Chu Zihang, who was shivering, through the rearview mirror with a complicated expression.

"Zihang, hand me the black box behind."

Chu Zihang, who was scared silly, didn't think much, obeyed Chu Tianjiao's instructions blankly, and tremblingly handed the heavy small box over, vaguely seeing a half-decayed World Tree emblem in front of the box.

"Son, remember, get to the driver's seat after I get out of the car."

"When I shout run later, run as fast as you can, don't hesitate."

Chu Tianjiao took a deep breath, opened the driver's door, held the box in his left hand, and threw away the scabbard of the alchemy weapon with his right hand—in an instant, his edge was revealed!

Looking at his father's departing back, Chu Zihang suddenly had a feeling that the man would never return.

"Dad, what about you?"

Chu Zihang's choked voice made Chu Tianjiao's footsteps pause slightly.

Chu Zihang, who could only see his father's back, didn't see the tear that flashed in his father's tiger eyes.

"Hahaha! I'm your dad!"

'First-degree Blood Rage!'

'Second-degree Blood Rage!'

'Third-degree Blood Rage!'

The super hybrid crossed the abyss and embarked on the path to godhood of bloodline sublimation.

Opening the third-degree Blood Rage state, even someone as strong as Chu Tianjiao couldn't extinguish his golden pupils.

Dragon blood would gradually erode his human thinking; this was a path of no return.

Cyan scales spread on Chu Tianjiao's body, and the dragon-like reverse joints distorted his bone structure, and sharp spikes pierced through his black suit.

The decadent middle-aged man turned into a killing machine in the blink of an eye!

"Hoo—"

'Time Zero!'

The high-temperature airflow sprayed from his mouth evaporated the rain, and a cold blade light was hidden under the misty water vapor.

In an instant, the dragon-fied Chu Tianjiao slaughtered the Dead Servants around the Maybach within tens of meters.

Odin on the back of the eight-legged warhorse didn't stop him, a look of approval flashed in his divine eyes, and his voice echoed like a bell.

"Human, come to see me."

Chu Tianjiao kicked lightly, and the black box that had fallen to the ground was held in his hand.

The man glared at Odin and sneered disdainfully: "Give you the thing, and you'll let us go?"

The man who had been a coward for more than ten years for the sake of his wife and children was exceptionally handsome at this moment.

"I will grant you eternal life; God does not lie."

Chu Tianjiao was unhappy. Eternal life? Let Chu Zihang become a Dead Servant?!

Dragons have reverse scales; touch them and you will die.

The man roared furiously: "Damn it! Damn it! Even if you are a god, you can't hurt my son!!"

"Zihang, run!!"

Chu Tianjiao kicked the black box containing the Black King's cocoon away.

'Fourth-degree Blood Rage!!'

'Time Zero!!'

Highly dragon-fied, cyan-black bone wings extended behind Chu Tianjiao, but a thin layer of bone membrane looked exceptionally sturdy.

The edges of the bone wings were as sharp as knives, cutting through the airflow, cutting off obstacles, and cutting out a path of escape for his son.

Before Chu Zihang escaped from the "Country of the Dead · Nibelungen," Chu Tianjiao wouldn't give up and couldn't fall!

"Long Wang, go to hell!!"

Odin's gaze grew cold, the golden pupils of the complete Long Wang became brighter, and he said indifferently: "Stubborn."

Chu Zihang's eyes were full of tears, and he turned the car around and ran wildly regardless.

"If I had power, if I were as strong as my father, would today's events not have happened?"

The teenager's palms gripped the steering wheel tightly, hitting one Dead Servant after another along the way.

The Maybach's wipers scraped and scraped.

Scraped away the rain, but couldn't scrape away Chu Zihang's unstoppable tears.

"Yes."

"If you had power, all this wouldn't have happened."

I don't know when, a burly bald man with a black face mask sat in the passenger seat of the Maybach.

The burly man raised his legs, pressed his soles against the car window, and took an apple to eat slowly.

"Who are you?"

Jin punched the Maybach's car window, threw the apple core out, grabbed a Dead Servant to wipe his hands, and crushed the Dead Servant's head.

After doing this, "Jin" said unhurriedly: "I respect every qualified warrior."

"Your father dared to swing a knife at the Long Wang in order to get you out of trouble; he is undoubtedly qualified in my eyes."

"So, rejoice, kid!"

"For your father's sake, remember my name—'Fire of Disaster · Jin'!"

"Jin" smeared a rag covered in fruit juice, Dead Servant brain matter, and blood onto Chu Zihang's face, and wiped the teenager's tears roughly.

"Don't cry like a girl!"

"Crying is useless! I get annoyed when I see it!"

"Cough cough cough—!"

Chu Zihang coughed violently, and his slightly immature cheeks became a flower cat.

"Then, Mr. Jin, can you please save my father?"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Jin" laughed heartily; the little white rabbit turned into a little lion, which made him very happy.

The Apostle sequence and Guardian sequence have cognitive thinking.

Loyalty to Meng Yi and offering their hearts to the Creator is their common pursuit.

Besides that, every Apostle and Guardian has their own hobbies.

On the premise of not delaying the completion of the task, Meng Yi would give his subordinates a certain degree of freedom and let them develop their own thinking logic.

"Fire of Disaster · Jin's" fan-sized palm slapped Chu Zihang on the shoulder, making the teenager grin in pain.

"Of course no problem!"

"Turn the car around, I'll teach you what a real man's fight is!"

The cold wind blowing from the broken car window and the raindrops hitting Chu Zihang's cheeks hurt, but none of this was enough to extinguish the fire of hope rising in Chu Zihang's heart.

"Okay! Mr. Jin!"

Chu Zihang, eager to save his father, flushed with excitement and drove the scarred Maybach back to the battlefield.

"Mr. Jin, can you beat the enemy riding an eight-legged horse?"

On the way, Chu Zihang asked with some worry.

"Fire of Disaster · Jin" stretched his palm out of the window and made a 'one' and then a 'seven' in boredom.

"One-seven split? What a strange metaphor."

Chu Zihang didn't understand but felt it was powerful, "Mr. Jin, are you saying you have a 70% chance of winning?"

"Fire of Disaster · Jin" slapped Chu Zihang on the back of the head unhappily.

"Fart! I mean, one punch from me, and he'll be at his seventh-day memorial!"

"What kind of cat or dog is this, talking about gods and saints all day, and doesn't even look at himself in the mirror!"

"The boss calls himself a god, I recognize it; the second boss barely makes it; is a little dragon worthy of calling himself a god?"

"Fire of Disaster · Jin's" 'fight, cool' cognitive thinking is very simple: the creator Meng Yi is 'God'.

If Meng Yi calls himself God, "Fire of Disaster · Jin" would agree with both hands and feet.

And he would burn to death anyone who dared to deny that Meng Yi is 'God'.

Rule C'tan · Void Dragon, well.

He admits he can't beat the Void Dragon for the time being, so he'll let the Void Dragon call itself a god for now.

Once he can win one day, "Fire of Disaster · Jin" will drag the imprisoned dragon off the altar the first time!

"Star of Infinity" has only one God!

"Fire of Disaster · Jin" has only one God in his heart!

"Mr. Jin, so amazing!"

Chu Zihang, who had always been a good student, was led astray by "Fire of Disaster · Jin."

The teenager had never discovered that vulgar words could be so handsome!

"Hahaha!"

"Kid, step on the gas! Kill everyone you meet!"

"Fire of Disaster · Jin" clenched his fist outside the window.

A sea of fire spread across the earth, sweeping the sky, burning the "Country of the Dead · Nibelungen"!

The water on the road, the Dead Servants along the way, and the ceaseless heavy rain were all burned to nothing by Jin's disaster fire!

"Yes!"

Chu Zihang nodded solemnly, and the scarred Maybach traveled quickly in the sea of fire!

"Fire of Disaster · Jin" planted a seed in Chu Zihang's heart.

Real man! Tough guy!

Hahaha! Fight! Cool!

Fire fire fire, burn burn burn!

To hell with sissy!

I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse; the task of correcting the boy's aesthetic will be left to Chu Tianjiao and Su Xiaoyan to worry about.

On the edge, "Fire of Disaster · Jin" and Chu Zihang traveled by Maybach.

In the core area, Chu Tianjiao, who opened the fourth-degree Blood Rage, gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Mortal, you've done your best."

"I just made a slight move, and it reached the limit of the hybrid; and you, at least you won't make me sleepy."

Odin, who was happy to see the hunt, gave up on recruiting Chu Tianjiao.

He didn't use Spirit Speech or Long Wang authority, purely using martial arts to fight Chu Tianjiao, who was at full firepower.

Even so, he could suppress Chu Tianjiao so that he couldn't lift his head.

The King of Sky and Wind got off his warhorse, his iron boots stepped on the earth, and he held up the cold-glinting spear with one hand.

"As recognition for you, as a reward for pleasing me, you will have the honor to see the true power of the 'King of Sky and Wind', I will—grant you death!"

'Clang—!'

Chu Tianjiao, who opened "Time Zero," only saw a blurry afterimage.

The man hurriedly raised his long knife to block in front of his chest, and then was hit by Odin's spear for several kilometers, falling out of a huge pit on the ground.

Chu Tianjiao's chest collapsed, blood couldn't stop overflowing from the corner of his mouth, his golden pupils were almost extinguished, and the elevated bridge under him was crumbling.

Dragging the black box with one hand and holding the spear with the other, the Long Wang walked forward unhurriedly.

The fire light burning in the sky caught Odin's attention, and Odin grinned and laughed: "Good! Another opponent!"

Today made Odin very happy.

Having played with conspiracies and tricks behind the scenes for a long time, he had to come out and move his muscles and bones.

The courage of the hybrid's fourth-degree Blood Rage and the strength of the unknown enemy made the Long Wang's fighting spirit burn fiercely.

"Well, after eating this appetizer of yours, I'll taste the main course, just right!"

"Country of the Dead · Nibelungen", the edge area far from the battlefield.

A sneaky, graceful figure pried open the door of "Nibelungen" with her innate authority.

She was the true master of the "Country of the Dead", "Death God · Hela"!

Since being selected by the "Evolution Paradise" to become a 'player', the girl had worked hard through several dungeons, not only recovering to her peak state but also jumping to become "Death God Hela," and didn't devour her brain-dead brother.

"Hey, this is..."

The sea of fire caught the 'thief's' attention.

The girl raised her exquisite and flawless face, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed in her clear and moist eyes.

"Players who know the 'plot'?"

"What to do, it's a bit tricky."

"It's not easy to encounter a derivative dungeon from home, and it replaced 'my' identity, gaining the 'Incomplete Star Spirit' status buff; why did I encounter a monster player so unluckily?"

The girl with baby fat on her cheeks bared her teeth, and her two small tiger teeth were not fierce, but looked a bit stupid instead.

"Ahhhhh! Damn! Damn it!"

The plan to punch Odin, kick the Black King, kick the World Tree, and kill everyone was completely ruined by "Fire of Disaster · Jin" showing a little bit of strength.

The furious 'thief' paced back and forth irritably, her high ponytail swaying left and right due to her anger.

Strongest Third-Generation Species (crossed out), Long Wang's Shame (also crossed out)!

Master Xia sighed: "So unlucky, damn monster Paradise, damn monster player!"

"I just encountered a puppet monster opening a half-plane technology tower in the 'First Rank → Second Rank · Promotion Assessment' and luckily picked up a life to pass the 'Promotion Assessment'."

"How come after one dungeon, I encountered a monster player again in the second dungeon of the second rank?"

There were 50 players in this Dragon Raja derivative dungeon.

One fish-frying expert, one player who replaced her identity.

Three players who knew the plot, 45 conventional players whose hometowns had transcendent power.

The "Evolution Paradise" selection mechanism is relatively fair.

Players are generally divided into two types: ① Hometown has no magic, exists information interaction, relies on ordinary people who know the future (plot players); 【Small number】

② Hometown has transcendence, lacks information interaction, transcendent people who bring capital into the garden (Black Tower, Firefly). 【Large number】

The two types of players also derived three other types:

③ Hometown has skills, lacks information interaction, players who have no strength and no foresight (Luo Ji); 【Rare number】

④ Hometown has transcendence, has information interaction, players who have both startup capital and foresight (Player Li); 【Rare number】

⑤ Natural travelers, monsters with unusual essence (Meng Yi, Weiyang, etc.). 【Extremely rare】

"Hmph, let them both be injured, and this girl will be the fisherman!"

Master Xia, who was stealing chickens and dogs, prepared to run away, deciding to slip away immediately if the situation was bad. ===== CHAPTER 146 =====