Chapter 585 What’s the matter

Even if Chilong hadn’t been unlucky enough to collide with Xia Mo, he would not have evolved into a real dragon.

Sometimes, how long you can live does not depend on your struggle, but on whether the people behind the scenes have fattened you up.

The Chilong is the top predator in the hatchery. There are also groups of strange snakes roaming under the Arctic Ocean. Their bloodline is far lower than that of the Chilong. They are a combination of Senran and sea snakes, but they also have the power of the fourth generation species.

The strange snake is the food of the Chilong, and the strange snake feeds on weaker dragon subspecies.

Layer by layer, from the weakest to the strongest creature, the strong prey on the weak. In order to survive, they must constantly devour their enemies or their own kind, eat, absorb and integrate the other’s gene pool, mutate, evolve, grow and become stronger.

Chilong already possesses a high level of intelligence, but this is not enough. He does not know that he is not the king of the hatchery, and that the environment he is in is essentially a pen pig farm. He is at most the fattest piglet among them.

The roaring Chilong on the sea caused huge waves, and the elemental stance it exerted affected the wind and clouds. The originally calm Arctic suddenly became noisy. In the distance, dreamy auroras like the hem of a goddess’s skirt could be seen, while above, pale lightning was seen running across the sky. The world suddenly looked like it was doomsday.

Xia Mo walked forward against the wind and waves, her long hair dancing, her golden eyes shining like a lighthouse in the sea fog, her messy hair flapping on her fair and clear face. The girl remained calm and looked at the Chilong raising its long body.

The two looked at each other.

The Chilong stirred up the whirlpool, he seemed to be undergoing a tribulation, his dragon scales were bulging, and his fangs and claws were bared.

Xia Mo recalled her days in Tokyo Bay, when a large number of corpses rose from the seabed and swept in on the waves, and she suppressed them all by herself.

This time it was replaced by a winding and dancing Chilong.

“Roar!”

Chilong attacked Xia Mo. His body was about fifty meters long, and fifteen meters of it was exposed on the sea surface, which was equivalent to the size of the Armored Titan.

The tourists looked at Xia Mo one after another, they knew that she was the only one who could save them.

Xia Mo stood still, seven flaming swords appeared from behind her and shot out, accurately hitting the Chilong.

The scales of the Chilong are extremely hard. Not to mention small-caliber bullets, even armor-piercing bullets may not be able to break through his defense.

The rolling fire sword could easily pierce into the Chilong’s body, bite its flesh and cut its bones. The seven rolling fire swords were nailed to different positions of the Chilong, resonating with each other to form an alchemical matrix.

This is the realm of sin and punishment that Xia Mo created by imitating the seven deadly sins. In terms of alchemy attainments, she is not as good as Norton and Constantine, but her ability is worse than theirs.

Norton and Constantine were surprised when they felt Xia Mo’s complete authority. That power was familiar yet unfamiliar, like the relationship between a predecessor and a current lover.

The Chilong cried out in grief. Even if he had the ability to reach the sky and penetrate the earth, he had to bow his head and accept death. It was obvious that he still had a hundred abilities that he had not used yet, but he was already under the immobilization spell.

Xia Mo raised her right hand and made a clawing motion, and the seven flaming swords immediately started slicing wildly in that direction, with a certain part of the Chilong as the center, as smooth as a knife cutting through hot oil.

In the end, the Chilong was cut into pieces, and his flesh and bones fell into the deep sea, where there were too many predators who couldn’t wait to enjoy it.

Xia Mo didn’t stop him.

Because she is also one of the people who measure whether you are mature or not, Xia Mo wants to use the corpse of the Chilong to lure out the largest mantis.

I’m afraid that just the second generation of seeds is not enough.

Xia Mo turned around while thinking and glanced at everyone’s reactions.

What other reaction could there be?

The hybrids might be able to simulate the power of heaven and earth with alchemy and words, but it was rare to see them so easily and effortlessly display their abilities to kill second-generation humans in seconds, leaving them all dumbfounded.

Xia Mo was too lazy to pay attention to the other guests on the icebreaker. With the big dish of Black King, no small fish or shrimp could attract Xia Mo’s attention.

Herzog barely qualified, because if we don’t kill him, do we have to wait until the New Year?
Xia Mo lifted the hypnosis on Herzog, who immediately begged for mercy, trying to prove that he still had value. “Your value is to let Eri and other people you’ve hurt kill you in ten thousand ways, and provide everyone with a good emotional value.” Xia Mo said.

“Herzog, you have made enough of your life,” Xia Mo looked into Herzog’s eyes, “I hope you can be a good person in your new life.”

“What do you want to do?” Herzog had a bad feeling.

“Do you remember what happened to Tachibana Masamune? Don’t worry, it would be too easy for you to die quickly, so you won’t die immediately. I think Yuan Zhinv will definitely be interested in taking you in.” Xia Mo said.

“Devil!” Herzog trembled. He imagined his own ending and was afraid that it would be a life worse than death.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”

Herzog was devastated.

After a while, the sky returned to its original state and the sound of a large helicopter was heard. The steel wings tore through the air, making a whirring sound like a hair dryer.

Xia Mo raised her head and acquiesced to the large helicopter landing on the helipad. She and Lu Mingfei dragged Herzog up to greet the guests.

The pilot opened the cockpit door and jumped down, respectfully opening the cabin door for the distinguished guest in the rear cabin.

The man in black sat in the cabin, holding a glass of whiskey in his leather-gloved hands.

Xia Mo glanced past the man in black and looked at the stacked coffins in the cargo hold behind him. They were made of ebony with gold-plated handles, and were all in uniform shape.

The man in black raised his glass towards Xia Mo, indicating that he wanted to toast her.

However, although the man in black was well-dressed in a black suit and white tie, he had a leather mask on his face. The mouth of the mask had a bird’s beak-like structure, which made him look terrifying, yet a little funny.

Because the man who wanted to toast Xia Mo had to turn up the lower jaw of the mask when drinking, the bird’s beak looked like a short elephant trunk when it was raised.

Xia Mo was familiar with this crow mask. Doctors wore it during the Black Death in the Middle Ages. The bird’s beak was filled with spices to prevent it from being affected by corpse stench and viruses. It gradually became a symbol of doctors.

Now it is a cosplay prop.

The man drank the whiskey in the glass, fastened the leather rope around his chin, and jumped out of the plane.

“Hello, beautiful lady.” The man gave Xia Mo a gentleman’s salute, placing his right hand on his left chest.

“Hello, Mr. McAllen.” Xia Mo said.

“Oh?” Mr. McAllen looked at Herzog, who didn’t know whether he was dead or not, and smiled, “It seems that he has told everything.”

“I said he was a man of integrity, do you believe me?”

Mr. McAllen was speechless. He held the empty whiskey glass and looked towards the sea in the direction where the YAMAL was heading. The whirlpool stirred by the Chilong had subsided, he said.

“I just saw your heroic figure, you are truly as gorgeous as a god, so beautiful and outstanding,” Mr. McAllen complimented.

“Forget the compliments. Our time is precious. Are you ready to go to war with the Black King by coming to the North Pole?” Xia Mo asked, “Odin.”

Mr. Macallan sighed and said in a rather resentful tone, “If it weren’t for you, how could I fight against the Black King with my frail body? You even stole my dragon bone.”

In this regard, Xia Mo said.

“What happened?”

(End of this chapter)