Chapter 581 Ultraman Fenrir
The first-generation saint Maria, who had already transformed into a monster, did not get furious at Xia Mo’s straightforward and sharp words, because what she longed for was death.

Not everyone aspires to become a non-human being, even one that transcends life itself.

Xia Mo looked at Maria, and used her ribs to weave a cage to imprison her head. In order to breathe, the latter had to multiply a large number of blood vessels. Over a long period of time, it gradually occupied the YAMAL and approached the most important nuclear power reactor.

The key to a nuclear power reactor is the core. Proper operation can turn it into a small atomic bomb. A close-range explosion will not only wipe out all humans on the YAMAL, but will also cause nuclear contamination in the Arctic that will last for hundreds of years.

“Young child, or should I call you an adult. My dear sir, I can smell the scent of iris from you, but I can also feel death. You are such a contradictory person. You show both vigorous vitality and gloomy death.” Maria said.

Xia Mo couldn’t help but deny it when she heard it. Her main authority was fire, life and death. She could see that Maria was different from ordinary Deadpool. Although they looked the same, the fact that Xia Mo could mistake her for an ancient dragon embryo showed that her bloodline was very high, and at least she was a second-generation species.

Apart from Xia Mo and the three people from ancient times to the present, who else can strengthen the bloodline to the greatest extent?
“How did you become like this?” Xia Mo’s question was not gentle.

Maria showed a thoughtful look. The huge body of flesh and bones connecting her head and cervical vertebrae sometimes trembled with fear and sometimes squirmed violently with anger. Her countless spider claws cut the steel wall, and each scratch made a teeth-grinding sound.

“That’s the gate to hell.” Maria finally came to her senses and answered Xia Mo’s question. The fear in her pupils was exposed, as if she had seen something that should not exist in the world.

Maria preached in a mysterious way.

“We crossed oceans of white sand… oceans of rainbows… and wandered among mountains…

“The trees sang before us, and each flower sang a song of praise…”

“At last we saw the great door, which stretched endlessly from side to side, and in it we saw our faces reflected.”

“Some laugh and some weep…We will live and we will die…We will walk with God…”

“This sounds very theological. Each one of them represents something,” said Xia Mo.

“But it is the gate to hell. When it opens, it will drag the whole world into hell and all the demons will be released,” Maria repeated.

“The ocean of white sand is the floating ice of the Arctic Ocean, the ocean of rainbows refers to the aurora, and the towering mountains point directly to monsters, or gods.” Maria spoke in a low voice, as if she was afraid of being eavesdropped by some existence.

As an expert in dragon studies, no one knows dragon studies better than Xia Mo. After all, there is a dragon named Xia Mi as a reference…

Back to the point, Xia Mo understood that when dragons revived, they would passively create an ecological cycle of nutrient supply, and most of the hybrids who liked to use theology and rhetoric to describe dragon landscapes also mostly used the Riddler’s method to record.

On the one hand, it is for worship, and on the other hand, it is also for safe recording and dissemination.

“High mountains and steep cliffs” is translated by Xia Mo as the body of a dragon, which is as big as a mountain, with flowers, trees and a door that reflects her own light. Xia Mo understands it as some kind of tissue on the body of a dragon that releases pheromones, and the door is… the sea.

Isn’t the sea surface a door with no end in sight? It can also reflect people.

So Xia Mo understood what Maria meant, there was a huge monster hidden under the sea.

Xia Mo told Maria her understanding. Maria was originally immersed in narrating the strange and twisted things, but she was stunned when she heard Xia Mo’s understanding.

No, did you peek at the script?

“You became like this because you were contaminated by the monster’s blood?” Xia Mo asked. “…No, I was not infected by its blood. I was contaminated spiritually. I once explored the seabed with members of the Twilight Creed in the Prince Gauguin submarine in 1943. I was the only one on the submarine who heard it, no, it was His revelation. A roaring and ancient voice shook my heart. I could not accurately translate the meaning of the voice. I only knew how furious and sad it was, as if the sun was setting in the west and the polar night was long.”

Xia Mo nodded. She made another comparison to Maria, comparing it to Fenrir’s size. Maria sneered and said in despair, “He is a mountain that touches the seabed, and a boundless river. There is no creature in the world that is as great as Him.”

“Can’t you even beat Ultraman?”

Maria was stunned, she did know Ultraman, the earliest Ultraman was filmed in 1966. At that time, Maria was not too deeply affected by the infection and she lived a normal life.

But Maria doesn’t know the size of Ultraman. How can a passerby who has only watched one or two movies know? For example, do you know how tall Tiga is in normal form? Let me test you.

Xia Mo sighed inwardly upon seeing this. This was also the reason why she didn’t like dealing with theologians. They would just use some gorgeous and grand words to describe things, and would keep silent when asked about specific and precise numbers.

But it is certain that it is N times larger than Fenrir.

You have to know that Fenrir is 50 meters tall when standing up, and his torso is 60 meters long. What does this mean?
Ultraman Tiga’s height in normal form is 53 meters.

So who in this world is many times greater than Fenrir?
The answer is ready to come out.

Legend has it that when he died, his head rested on the top of the mountain and his wings drooped to the foot of the mountain.

Hot knowledge, the altitude of Mount Tai is 1545 meters.

Xia Mo sighed deeply. Before the Black King was killed, it was predicted that he would be resurrected. A behemoth like the Black King was born to live in the sea, and only the ocean, which occupies 71% of the earth, can support such a life.

The dragon clan’s view of history is very special. The dragon clan’s history is the past, but it is also the future, presenting a Ouroboros-like shape. Ragnarok is what happened in the past and is also an inevitable event in the future.

The world will advance towards Ragnarok in the form of a convergent.

Because of countless reincarnations, Ragnarok is deeply engraved in the Iron Throne, so its appearance cannot be rejected.

Xia Mo originally wanted to go to the safe haven to find Lu Mingze, but unexpectedly she ran into the Black King’s Cocoon.

The Black King?

When Xia Mo thought of this title that symbolized despair and represented the highest dignity, she was no longer as worried as Xia Mi had been before. After she recovered some of her memories, she had a rough idea of ​​the height of the world’s peak combat power, which was also the end point of the Iron Throne’s calculations.

The Iron Throne: This is the only way to go.

Therefore, Xia Mo also knew that she could not defeat the Black King in his prime, but now the Black King was still in cocoon state, and there was still some time before the end of the world in 2012.

Isn’t it a natural tactical strategy to kill the enemy while he is sick?
“Can you still find the gate to the kingdom of God?” Xia Mo asked.

“Why?” Maria was puzzled. “That’s hell. Satan lives in hell.”

“That’s why I’m going.” Xia Mo said calmly.

(End of this chapter)