Chapter 274 Your Time Is Coming
Gun smoke filled the sky above Gattuso's manor. The square and residential area were reduced to ruins. Beowulf stared at the sky with his golden eyes, and veins bulged on his hand holding the alchemical knife.

The missile just now might be a devastating blow to ordinary people, but it was not fatal to the Dragon Blood Eater. But it made him feel extremely humiliated.

When had he ever been so embarrassed as he was now, even though he was able to handle the dragons with ease? He dodged around like a mouse running around in a field when missiles were ploughing the ground.

The feeling is like, there are two peerless masters fighting on Mount Huashan, but the other party pulls out some kind of self-comfort prop and hits him in the face madly. The damage is not great, but it is extremely insulting.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to suppress his anger that was about to explode. He looked at the approaching mecha and gave orders to the remaining Gattuso family troops on the side.

"Ready to fire!!"

For Beowulf, he does not like to use technological means, and Gu Ye's position is too high, so he can only rely on the firepower coverage of the Gattuso family.

Perhaps it was because Gu Ye's missiles had limited power, or perhaps he just wanted to humiliate his group of guys, so apart from plowing the land and destroying the terrain, he did not destroy the tanks and other weapons prepared by the Gattuso family.

"Don't blame me for being so arrogant, little brat... follow my orders and shoot him down for me!"

Following Beowulf's order, the tank raised its gun barrel and began firing at the mecha in the sky. Countless shells were fired like arrows, completely covering the mecha's route of movement.

"Interesting... You know, my favorite game is Touhou Gensokyo..." Gu Ye looked at the group of shells in front of him, as if he was seeing the barrage in a game.

He concentrated his mind and controlled the mecha to shuttle through the shells, getting closer and closer to the ground, just like Zhao Zilong who went in and out of the army seven times.

"Machine gunner, prepare to fire!" Seeing Gu Ye's agile posture, the captain of the ground force immediately shouted loudly into the walkie-talkie.

It was the first time they saw a mecha warrior that looked like one in the comics. They didn’t expect it to be so flexible. It didn’t even feel like a mecha, but a living giant.

Five hundred meters, three hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters.

The mecha was getting closer and closer, and the machine gunners raised their tank machine guns and started firing round after round at the huge mecha.

"With such dense bullets, can you still dodge them like you did just now?" Beowulf sneered.

As long as he shoots it down, he can face off against Gu Ye and Jörmungandr head-on, and then this will be his home court.

However, although the imagination is beautiful, the reality is extremely cruel. The mecha raised its hand at the moment the bullet hit, and the armor on its body seemed to crack, revealing platinum lines.

Then a huge transparent energy shield unfolded from his palm, blocking all the bullets. The mecha fell from the sky mercilessly and crushed a tank with one foot.

This was a completely unequal battle. Bullets were completely ineffective against mechas, while mechas were flexibly flying around the battlefield, constantly tearing apart one tank after another.

The tank that could block missiles was as fragile as paper in the mecha's hands. He just raised his hand and the gun barrel was torn off, and then smashed hard on the tank.

The rest of the mixed-blood team was stunned by its unstoppable appearance. Is this really the limit of technology? How can they stop this monster?

"Calm down! I will hold him back, you guys be ready to release the Word Spirit at any time..." Beowulf's voice brought their messy thoughts back to normal.

Lifting the alchemical knife in his hand, Beowulf chanted the dragon script loudly, his voice became more and more rapid, and his golden eyes became more and more dazzling. In the end, it was faintly like the roar of a dragon, as loud as a bell.

At this moment, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet shaking restlessly, as if the ground had come alive at the call of Gaia, the goddess of the earth.

Beating... sinking, the ups and downs of the earth were like a heartbeat, and the next moment, the ground under the feet of the mecha driven by Gu Ye suddenly melted and turned into countless quicksands, and the legs of the mecha sank into the ground in this sudden change.

Serial number 90, Word Spirit: Taotie, a Word Spirit belonging to the king of earth and mountains. Its effect is to melt the land within the Word Spirit's domain into other forms, such as sand swamps and other terrains, and it is controlled by the releaser.

As for the scope of the domain, it depends on the strength of the user. This word spirit, which is more dangerous than the Sovereign Flame, can only reach a maximum range of 50 meters in Beowulf's hands! This is the powerful power brought by generations of swallowing dragon blood.

Taotie is a vicious and greedy beast in ancient Chinese mythology and legends, one of the four fierce beasts. It is greedy for food and drink, and is said to be able to devour everything. This is why this word spirit was named like this.

No matter whether it was sand or swamp, it would eventually swallow everything. So the moment Gu Ye drove the mecha onto the ground, he was destined to be captured by Beowulf.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" Beowulf looked at the mecha whose calves had been submerged, and inserted the long sword in his hand into the ground. The next moment, sand surged up like waves.

The surging sea of ​​sand was like two giant hands, covering the mecha from the left and right, locking it tightly inside, turning it into a sand pile like a pyramid.

At this time, the Word Spirit Team also activated their own Word Spirits at the same time, and the flames and winds raged, sweeping across the entire sand pile, and the thunderstorms and swords flew, bombarding continuously. The power was not inferior to the missiles just now, and even better.

Under the bombardment of the Word Spirit, the sand grains began to crystallize vaguely, but the thunderstorm quickly tore the crystals apart. Even the second-generation species would have only one outcome: death under such a high-intensity and well-coordinated attack.

After an unknown amount of time, the bombardment finally stopped. Some of the hybrids were breathing heavily, a sign of excessive consumption of their spiritual power. They stared at the sand pile in front of them. With this frequency of bombardment, it was impossible for the Dragon King to remain unscathed, right?

This time, Beowulf's team won again. It was so easy...

"Be alert! He is not dead yet!" Although the team members relaxed, Beowulf still frowned. He drew his sword and looked at the sand pile with a serious expression.

The sixth sense brought by countless battles told him that Gu Ye did not die from this high-intensity bombardment, and the premonition of danger became stronger and stronger. He even felt that this guy was not injured at all!

Crack... Crack... As the flames grew weaker, the crystallized sand sea cracked open, and a steel arm stretched out. Then the arm exerted force suddenly, and the mecha walked out of the crystallized sand pile.

Green smoke and electric currents continued to appear on the mecha. The mecha took a few steps, and a puff of hot air came out of the cockpit, which slowly opened, revealing two figures.

Gu Ye patted the sand off his body and showed a trace of helplessness on his face. Although the mecha was indeed fun, it was like a steamer under high temperatures. He and Xia Mi were almost unable to bear the heat.

"It's still cooler outside." As he said this, Gu Ye looked at Beowulf who was frowning.

"You mean it, right? Little dragon man?"

Such a high-intensity attack only made Gu Ye sweat a little. Such a result made the hybrids who were just lamenting the ease of the task dumbfounded.

"Is it my word spirit? You use it well, this... uncle or grandpa?" Xia Mi looked at the fine sand on the ground and affirmed Beowulf. "Hu... Everyone listen up! Kill the human traitor Gu Ye and the Dragon King Jörmungandr!" Beowulf took a deep breath, raised his long sword and jumped high, and under the gushing sand, he slashed at Xia Mi.

"Hey! Old man, do you underestimate me a little bit? You attack my girlfriend in front of me?" Gu Ye dodged and stopped Beowulf, holding his long sword tightly in his hand, dragon scales appeared on his face and chest, and he sneered at him.

"You've really fallen into depravity by falling in love with a dragon!" Beowulf's eyes swept across Gu Ye's cheek and chest, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes.

He can still maintain the same rationality as himself under the erosion of dragon blood. If it weren't for betraying humans, he would have wanted to make an exception and accept this guy into the Beowulf family. Maybe he would become the next Beowulf.

"It's a pity that you chose the wrong path..." Beowulf exerted force with his arms and pulled out his long sword. The blade rubbed against Gu Ye's palm and countless sparks burst out.

He quickly turned over, twisted his waist and moved his arms, spinning with the long sword like a windmill, and his whole body turned into a sword blade storm.

"I still want to play with him for a while..." Xia Mi puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction as she looked at Gu Ye fighting with Beowulf. Then she could only turn around helplessly and face the remaining hybrids.

"Since they are all fighting, we can't just sit there and do nothing, right?"

She stretched out her arms and a transparent field appeared. Sand gathered in her palms and was melted by the ionization and high temperature in the field. The iron element was extracted and turned into a metal solution surrounding her. A scythe of death that reaped lives suddenly appeared.

"I hope you have enough strength to please me. My request is simple... just hold on a little longer without dying."

Xia Mi's eyes revealed the majesty of a king as she gave orders to the hybrid in front of her. Thousands of years ago, she would have let her subordinates fight against her for fun.

Although these guys in front of me are not as famous as the heroes in history, they are at least the elite of mankind today. I hope they can make me feel the joy of fighting.

Otherwise, they will have only one fate, and that is to become the souls of the dead under her scythe. After all, the majesty of the Dragon King is not something that can be easily challenged.

Swish! Xia Mi was swept up by the storm and instantly appeared behind a hybrid. The sickle in her hand only lightly touched his body, and his whole body swelled up under a strange force, and then suddenly exploded.

"The so-called stress is actually not as difficult to master as you humans imagine..." Under the blood rain, Queen Xia Mi revealed a cruel smile.

"What are you looking at?" Gu Ye held Beowulf's hand and punched him in the chest. A platinum flame ignited and blew him away.

"Before you worry about your subordinates, you should worry about your own life first!"

"Puff..." Beowulf spat out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to support himself with his long sword and looked down at the fist mark on his chest. The area within the fist mark on his chest had already been carbonized.

The body's self-protection mechanism had been triggered by this punch, and under the secretion of adrenaline, he could not feel any pain, but he knew that he would definitely die here if he continued like this.

This kid is not simple! It is definitely not just because the Half-Blood Monarch Project strengthened his bloodline. He is S-level like Gu Ye, but even if he has been swallowing dragon blood since he was a child, he is not as strong as Gu Ye.

"I didn't expect that Kassel Academy would admit two Dragon Kings..." Beowulf said in a dry voice.

"So which one are you? The Lord of the Sea and Water... or the Lord of the Sky and Wind?"

"Hahahaha... What? Am I so unlike a human?" Gu Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"It is absolutely impossible for humans to possess this kind of power. This is a power that exceeds the limits of humans. Only the Dragon King can possess it... Now that you have left Kassel, you should not need to hide your identity, right?" Beowulf pointed the long sword in his hand directly at Gu Ye.

"Tell me your name! Unknown Dragon King. I think with the pride of a Dragon King, you should not disdain to lie in front of humans, right?"

"Sorry, I am indeed a human..." Gu Ye shook his head, and then under Beowulf's gaze, he raised his arm and pointed his index finger at the sky.

"Unlike you, I was chosen... chosen by the dragon."

"Shenlong...what is that?"

"You will know what it is soon..." Flames rose from Gu Ye's body, and a sacred and majestic shadow appeared.

Deer antlers, camel heads, rabbit eyes, snake necks, clam bellies, fish scales, eagle claws, tiger paws, and cow ears, these majestic and mysterious creatures entangled Gu Ye, and the long beard on his face fluttered in the wind.

As the shadow of the dragon appeared, the sky and the earth changed color instantly, and under the dark clouds, lightning flashed...

"Is this... the divine dragon of China?" Beowulf was stunned. He had never seen a dragon of this appearance since he was born. He even thought that this was just a creature mimicked by the Dragon King, but the scene now broke his cognition.

"Your time is up. Obey my command and kneel before me!" Surrounded by dragons, Gu Ye lowered his arms and pointed at Beowulf, looking down at him like a god.

The flames turned into the breath of the dragon, gushing out. Beowulf gritted his teeth and activated the Word Spirit again. This time he used all his strength, and the sand turned into a giant, swinging his fist and smashing at the phantom of the dragon.

In the distance…the wreckage of Gattuso’s estate.

Frost looked at the battlefield which looked like a battle of gods, climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and grabbed Percy's hand.

"Go, quickly go to the Pantheon and ask the elders to find a solution. This is the only chance to save the Gattuso family!"

At this moment, Frost regretted the decision he had made. If he had known what he was facing, he might not have done it at all.

"Haha... I didn't expect that I would become the sinner who destroyed the Gattuso family..." Frost looked sad. Nothing could hit him more than such a result. He looked several years older in an instant.

"Fortunately, Caesar didn't come back. There is still hope..."

Turning his head to look at Gu Ye who looked very relaxed, and the phantom of the divine dragon on him, the incomparable sense of oppression, and the ability to change the celestial phenomena, even if it was not the Dragon King, it was definitely not an existence that Beowulf could contend with.

I hope the elders can find a solution... Otherwise, the Gattuso family will really cease to exist from today...

(End of this chapter)