Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 737 The Real Yellow Bird (1)

Odin was a little overwhelmed, as Nidhogg in front of him was completely hatched, entering the second stage from the first stage. Behind him, Han Qiu burst out with all his strength to fight against Kungunir.

Odin can choose to ignore Han Qiu's actions.

The bridge of fate has been built. Even if Kungunir is forcibly terminated by Han Qiu, it cannot change the connection between Nono and Nidhogg.

Only imitations require physical damage to determine a person's death. Once the real Gungunir falls out of your hands, it is fate.

Nono's destiny was never to die at the hands of Kungunir. Her destiny was to be the egg of Nidhogg and to bear the blood of power of the Black Emperor.

She would eventually die, it was destined to happen when Odin drove Nidhogg away from the egg he was hiding in.

Like driving a flock of sheep, the power in the egg migrates along the bridge.

Now the bridge shows signs of breaking, and the power that is about to flow into Nono's body begins to shrink.

"Odin!" Han Qiu held Kungunir down and challenged Odin: "Come! Let me see your cause and effect!"

Odin closed his eyes tightly and raised his head. "Mr. Han, don't you realize the problem yet?"

The might poured down, and the black mist enveloped everything.

"What the hell...is this an egg or a smoke bomb?" Lu Mingfei helped Chu Zihang control Chu Tianjiao and was waiting for Han Qiu to throw Nuonuo and Caesar out.

"Completely hatched." Xia Mi's voice couldn't help but tremble. "The hatching of dragons will affect the elements of the surrounding environment, causing some anomalies."

"Vision?" Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky.

The fog spread into the sky. In this space where the sun cannot be seen, darkness should be the norm.

Han Qiu habitually used the Word Spirit: Blazing Sun to dispel darkness, but in such a realm, even he could not use the power of the Word Spirit.

The Gungun in his hand seemed to be afraid of something, and the gun was shaking.

"No..." Han Qiu was shocked to find something clinging to him from behind.

The nearly transparent thread was clear in the darkness because of the golden eyes. No one knew how long it had existed. It could not be sensed or touched. One could reach out one's hand and pass through it without any feeling.

These silk threads entangled Kungunir, and Han Qiu didn't notice them from beginning to end.

Hidden between the previous black and white, and not destroyed by his gold.

In a fleeting moment, before he could figure out the source of these invisible threads, the threads broke and disappeared completely.

When these threads broke, Kungunir's trembling ceased.

Han Qiu's control over the magic gun suddenly became insufficient, and the deviated trajectory returned to normal.

"I actually... couldn't control myself! What happened just now!" Han Qiu didn't dare to waste time and energy wondering.

In the endless darkness, he relied on his memory to determine the location of Caesar and Nono.

"Lao Lu! Over here!" When his palm touched the cold bronze, he pushed out violently, concentrating all his strength in his arms, and his scales cracked.

Whatever harm the fall of the throne might bring, it was better than certain death.

The messenger's obstruction caused a storm, and the sword light hidden in the darkness caused a bloodthirsty wind.

Kungunir's speed is definitely higher than that of the pushed throne. Han Qiu still needs to do something.

Just face the murderous intent of the wind and use your back to resist the so-called fate.

"Fuck it! I can go home now!"

It is excitement and sadness.

Something was burnt and gave off a charred smell.

Han Qiu gasped in pain as the tip of the gun pierced his spine. He used all the bones in his body to block the attack, but he was inevitably reduced to ashes.

Be prepared to die, going home is also a good ending.

But I can't die in vain, I have to take something with me.

"Do you think you can participate in such a war?" Han Qiu ignored the messenger's knife.

The blade penetrated a few inches before being stuck in bones and muscles, and a bright red beating heart appeared in Han Qiu's palm.

He held it in his hand and looked at it for a few seconds. It was a strange feeling. The alchemical matrix was miniaturized to this extent. He could feel that the heart was beating with a magical force.

It has nothing to do with blood, it's like adding a motor to the heart.

The motor will run out of power one day, but this heart... seems to be able to beat for a very long time, strong and powerful, with the potential to last for ten thousand years.

What is the driving force? Authority, spirit, or the blood itself?

Hematopoiesis is to provide power, and power is to produce hematopoiesis, a perfect closed loop.

"I think I found a perpetual motion machine. Interesting." Han Qiu smiled in relief, looking a little miserable. "I am also a monster. I can't seem to stop this broken thing."

"Maybe we have to say goodbye." Mr. Han stood in front of Han Qiu.

Soul body, invisible guest, or Medicine Master, any name is fine, it doesn’t matter at this moment.

The darkness could not cover up this guy who had accompanied him all the way, both his teacher and friend.

Han Qiu crushed his heart, raised his head and looked at Mr. Han, "My power was stolen silently, Nidhogg, was it him..."

"You've gone further than I have and can see things more clearly." Mr. Han smiled.

Han Qiu's body was tattered and decayed, and carbonization spread to his face.

"Nidhoggr, he hid himself so well..." Han Qiu sighed: "I didn't notice when that invisible thread appeared."

"I don't know." Mr. Han could no longer provide any help.

"Forget it. I don't understand, and I have no chance to understand. I'm struggling with the cause and effect in this gun, and there's not much left. I probably won't have a chance to destroy it." Han Qiu said softly, "I'm going home. Sorry, I don't have a chance to help you get rid of it. You have to grab the next time node."

"Under the current situation, I will most likely never have the chance to go home. You are very lucky, I envy you." Mr. Han said weakly: "It's not just your current power that is being extracted, but also me."

Mr. Han became more and more transparent, and a breeze could blow him away, and he gradually merged into the boundless darkness.

"Odin doesn't have that ability." Han Qiu was sure, "I didn't think of myself as the yellow bird. The real yellow bird died many years ago and came back to life many years later."

"It's hard to say. You said you were chosen by God." Mr. Han's image began to change.

The young man stood in front of Han Qiu, different from before yet the same as before.

"It's really me. It's great that you're this age." Han Qiu wanted to rub the hair of the teenager, but his hands were hanging empty in the empty air without any feeling.

"It's the last time anyway, so I'll take a big gamble with you." Mr. Han sighed deeply, as if relieved. "In fact, I've always been unhappy. How can I be calm after being trapped for so long? They can all go back, but I can't. Death is a kind of relief for you, no matter how you go, it's a relief. In this game, you will always be the winner. Listen carefully, the echo of the system crash."

It was as if Nidhogg's eggs were shattering again, with a crisper and more pleasant sound.

No, Han Qiu felt that he was closer to the world.

"System crash, system crash." The alarm sounded in my ears.

"What's going on?" Han Qiu felt his strength recovering.

"Think of me as a system, a medium or a channel. Sorry, we can't go back. Let's gamble together. If we win, we can go home together." Mr. Han's voice faded away. "I didn't dare to gamble before, but this is the last time. I made the right bet. This approach can cut off Nidhogg's absorption of this world. You are so fearless. It doesn't matter whether you can go back or not."

"Hey..." Han Qiu was distraught, "You are trying to trick me... At least I can go back anyway... Forget it, you guy."