PFC Chapter 719 Breaking Through the Shackles
Chapter 719 Breaking Through the Shackles
Han Qiu felt like his head was about to explode, and everything he lit up told him what was happening.
The world often changes dramatically overnight, just like the Soviet Union fell apart overnight.
But the cause of the drastic change was not a momentary event; it was the accumulation of things over a period of time.
Mixed-blood families from all over the world are conducting research on dragons, but relying solely on the power of the family, progress is inevitably slow.
Only with the help of a country's resources can we carry out research to the extreme.
As for the evidence, it is easy to erase it, but unfortunately some evidence will be missed.
Just like Black Swan Harbor, there will be some clues left behind.
"cnm! Are you crazy!" Han Qiu cursed.
Pompey said nonchalantly, "Crazy? Not really. This is a gift for you. Haven't you always hoped for some chaos? This chaos is enough."
Han Qiu was stunned for a moment, staring at Pompeii in silence. The only sound in the silence was the wind.
I always feel that Pompeii knows something about his own specialness.
But it also feels like this shouldn’t be the case. What is Pompeii?
"Mr. Han, do you understand cause and effect?" Pompey asked with a smile.
Han Qiu couldn't hold it in any longer, and without caring about appearances or not, his suit ripped when he suddenly stood up.
He drew his knife, and the blade flashed like flowing light.
When you are in a weak position, you must seize the opportunity. You can't always have nothing.
Augustus is no longer Augustus. After studying alchemy for a long time, Han Qiu knows what kind of knife is a good knife.
This sword is good enough, but it cannot participate in this level of combat.
His strength was indeed strong, but not enough to pose a fatal threat to Pompeii.
At this moment, all the cause and effect of the world were imposed on him, and the power that had been accumulated for a long time burst out.
Listen to the feedback from the world.
The mission has been completed, rewards have been obtained, and bloodline has been improved.
Obtain Word Spirit:
Word Spirit·Discipline, serial number 106;
Word Spirit: Immunity, Serial Number 107;
Word Spirit: Tail Devourer, serial number 108;
Word Spirit: The Realm of Oblivion, serial number 109;
Word Spirit: Black Sun, serial number 110;
Word Spirit·Judgment, serial number 111;
Word Spirit·Rhine, serial number 112;
Word Spirit·Yaki, serial number 113;
There is still a lot of causal power, but normal bloodline has reached its limit and can go no higher.
The situation was as expected. Mr. Han once said that bottlenecks do exist. As for how to break through... Han Qiu's divine sword was easily dodged by Pompeii.
Without the Wushuang state, this sword is considered to be the best in the world of hybrids, but for dragons, it is slow and weak.
"You've become weaker," Pompey commented.
"Weak? That's because I'm still on the road!" The fire in Han Qiu's eyes materialized, and the raging fire flowed down his face.
Scales appeared, but they could not withstand the burning heat and were covered with scars.
The pure violence of fire is contained within Han Qiu's body.
He crushed the fire of this world in his body and soul, leaving the mark of power passing through his hands.
That's fire! Fire that can burn the world.
Zhulong is the name of the day.
Word Spirit·Zhulong, serial number 114.
Ascending to the king's realm, this is me, and all my cards are revealed.
"No..." Pompey became cautious.
A stallion is a horse that can smell danger, and he began to back away, putting some distance between himself and Han Qiu.
The fish has leapt into the dragon gate at this moment, but it is not the end yet.
Gentle water puts out fire and heals everything.
In Han Qiu's eyes, it turned into the ocean of the world, enough to bring disaster to the entire world.
The cycle of life and death, the changes of drowning and reproduction.
The world returns to ruins, and all things come to an end.
Word Spirit: Guixu, serial number 115.
"I don't need anyone to provide me with a path. The path is right under my feet," Han Qiu said calmly.
Han Qiu's momentum was still rising, and Pompey had no time to seize the best opportunity.
Everything happened too quickly, and in Han Qiu's mind, it was just a tremor of thought.
Not to mention, Pompeii the Stallion is Pompeii who is not good at fighting.
He is not even as strong as the wearer of the mask in the clouds.
"So this is how it is used." Pompey was surprised. "Mr. Han, a creature like you is really surprising."
"What kind of creature am I? Master of the Pompeii family." Han Qiu asked.
Augustus fell again, raised above his head and dropped straight down. A gap appeared in the clouds in the sky, revealing Chu Zihang and Xia Mi fighting with Odin.
The childish, simple swing of the sword, lacking any beauty of sword techniques, was filled with the silence of death.
The force field of fire and water surrounded Han Qiu's body, and then shrank to the size of the blade.
The bright light of the knife met Han Qiu's anger, and this calm anger made people feel suffocated.
Dictato, Caesar's saber, a twin sword made in the same furnace as Augustus, was now held in Pompeii's hand. He did not know where he had pulled it out, like a kind of spatial transfer.
Augustus cut diagonally across Pompeii's right shoulder, shattering the shoulder blade and sternum, and getting extremely close to the beating heart.
If Pompey had not used Dicktudo to resist and half-knelt on the ground to absorb most of the force, such a knife would have been enough to take his life.
"You don't belong to this world, Mr. Han. Creatures like you are different from us." Pompeii's mouth was bleeding, but he still kept smiling.
"So you knew." Han Qiu gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands. Since he couldn't chop it vertically downward, he decided to cut it in half at the waist.
Pompey used all his strength to resist Han Qiu's turning blade.
"It takes too much energy to figure these things out. All I know are the most insignificant ones." Pompey knelt on the ground, his wrists trembling.
"Then you need to know more, and I need to gain more." There were traces of the third authority in Han Qiu's eyes.
The trembling of the earth was centered under Han Qiu's feet, and the secret under Gattuso's Manor was about to be exposed in broad daylight.
It is the resentment of the earth, the countless reincarnations of sadness, and the pursuit in dreams being trampled upon again and again.
Word Spirit·Shiva Karma Dance, serial number 117.
Of the three powers, what Han Qiu needs to complete is the illustrated book called Word Spirit. Now he is only missing those few to complete it.
The so-called unparalleled power is nothing more than the power gained by overdrawing. He originally possessed the power, but it was just a strange sleep that required the stimulation of another power.
He is slowly waking up, and the shackles he felt when he was invincible in the past are being broken.
So... keep going.
Word Spirit·Oracle, serial number 121.
The power comes from the White King, the White King’s exclusive words.
The supreme manifestation of the spiritual element.
"Now, I am complete." Han Qiu has stood at a higher position.
Higher than when the Wushuang was first launched.
To reach a position above that of a flawless king requires the nourishment of power.
"I need to be more complete. You are good nourishment, Master Pompeii." Han Qiu's knife was already unstoppable.
Pompey could no longer smile, he was so panic-stricken and terrified.