Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 351 White Priest (3)

"That ant named Herzog said something very right." The white priest came back again.

I guess he just couldn't stand Han Qiu's mouth.

When and where has the high and mighty White Emperor ever been subjected to such verbal insults?

"You are truly unworthy of being a dragon. You do not possess the qualities of a dragon at all."

The white priest sent Tian Kusanagi into Han Qiu's neck.

It went straight in and destroyed Han Qiu's throat.

Han Qiu used all his strength to thrust the sword made by Tachibana Masamune into the chest of the white priest. This was the most effective damage caused by a two-on-one battle, but it only affected the bones.

It just looks bloody, but it gradually heals under its powerful recovery ability.

"A shoddy thing." The white priest drew out the sword and threw it down from the sky.

Han Qiu covered his throat and distanced himself awkwardly.

The sound of a helicopter was approaching, neither too early nor too late, just right.

Xia Mi directly threw Yuan Zhisheng into the cabin and said, "Take this piece of trash and get out of here!"

Sakura couldn't find any point to refute, and even the girl named Gen Chisheng had to admit that in such a battle, Gen Chisheng didn't even have the qualifications to intervene.

If the fight started on the ground and he wasn't injured, perhaps Yuan Zhisheng could still fight back.

Besides, Yuan Zhisheng’s emotions have collapsed now. In Han Qiu’s words, his heart of Taoism is broken.

He lay in the cabin, his eyes dull, showing no interest in the battle.

He just said hoarsely: "Ying, don't be affected. Inform the head of the Miyamoto family to arrange fighter jets for support. Make sure Han Jun's safety is guaranteed."

Ying followed the instructions and made detailed arrangements on the communication channel.

Justice, responsibility, destiny. Yuan Zhisheng seemed to have no reason to persist.

He had long wanted to escape from it all, but it was Mr. Masamune's teachings and advice.

It was Mr. Masamune who created such a Minamoto no Chisei, and it was Mr. Masamune who made Minamoto no Chisei persevere for the sake of the family and for the sake of justice.

The situation on the battlefield changed again, from a round-robin battle to a real two-on-one battle.

There is no need to care about the pride and face of the first generation king. This matter is the same as the three heroes fighting Lu Bu.

No one would think that it was a shame or unfair for Han Qiu and Xia Mi to fight against one person, even the white priest himself did not think it was unfair.

"After I finish this deal, I will never mess around with you again." Xia Mi's tone was as hard as the scales on the White King's body.

"I won't mess around anymore. I can't stand it." Han Qiu agreed with Xia Mi's words.

Two against one is far more effective than a rotation battle. Even if there are no weapons, dragons themselves are the best weapons.

"I wanted to use the knife you forged to kill you." Han Qiu didn't know how many punches he threw. "What a pity! You make me very angry, Dr. Herzog."

In this state, his recovery ability is only weaker than Bai Wang and better than Xia Mi.

The fact that a neck injury like that could heal in half a minute is truly an amazing power.

Obsession is motivation, which is the same as “interest is the best teacher”.

Herzog's obsession with dragon perfection has led to what he has today.

Han Qiu was obsessed with this kind of power. As long as he worked hard, he could turn temporary possession into permanent possession.

It’s just a matter of time. At such a young age, I’m not afraid of not having time, but I’m afraid of not having hope.

The days when there is no hope are the hardest to bear.

If there is hope, Sima Yi can outlast several generations of the Cao family.

"Are you crazy? I promise you what you want." Herzog is not a white priest, his timidity destined him to be a rat.

Having such power still makes one fear and dread.

Han Qiu knew that this guy wanted to use a delaying tactic.

White priests are not needed. It is always better to be upright than to be a gutter rat.

Han Qiu still admires the white priest more.

"Comparatively speaking, you are more insulting to the identity of dragons." Han Qiu launched all his attacks desperately, trying to solve the problem while Herzog was in control of the body. "Your cowardice and weakness insult the identity of the 'king'. A guy like you can only usurp the throne with the charity of others. Do you deserve it? Dirty rat! If I didn't hope for a good ending, if I didn't want the corpse of the White King, I would chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs as soon as I arrived in Japan."

Han Qiu once watched a cartoon. He thought he was lucky to be able to watch some chivalrous and heroic martial arts cartoons.

He liked Rainbow Cat very much, and when he was young he also hoped to be called "Young Man".

I still remember the sentence "After the seven swords joined forces, they killed Ma Sanniang".

"Crush his heart!" Xia Mi tore off a large piece of flesh from Herzog's chest.

Han Qiu seized the opportunity and shattered the abnormal skeleton with a punch. Similarly, his right hand was completely scrapped, and it was questionable whether he could recover before the Wushuang bar was exhausted.

Herzog was really scared, in his opinion, all that he had worked so hard to obtain was about to succeed, as long as he killed the spirit of the White King, he would be able to completely ascend the throne.

He didn't understand, and couldn't fathom why people like Han Qiu and Jörmungandr would be so crazy and so reckless about their lives.

Herzog has always been very careful about his life, he was always like that before and he is even more so now.

He has finally acquired so much, how could he be willing to let it go and give it up?

So when facing the situation brought by Han Qiu, Herzog was worried about the Yamata-no-Orochi that had not yet reached the right time. This almost became an obsession and his lifelong pursuit.

So he became obsessed. If the man who called himself Bondarev had not suddenly appeared, he would probably have used Genji as a vessel to unilaterally usurp the throne among the demons.

In that case, the risk would be very great. Now it seems that not only is there a risk, but Han Qiu might find him and kill him during the preparation stage.

He didn't know whether that guy was Bondarev or not, but he was definitely the one behind it. As for that guy's plan, he tried to follow the original route as much as possible.

Unfortunately, Han Qiu was keeping a close eye on the containers. Bondarev also said that if the young girl needed to be moved, Han Qiu would not have to do it, as he would do it for her.

It’s all Han Qiu, it’s all damn Han Qiu!

"You are all crazy, crazy!" Herzog roared.

His anger could not cover up his cowardice. Ama-kun was naturally strong and sharp, but that was not his heart.

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"Brother, don't you want to join in the fun?" Lu Mingze asked.

“Can they win?” Lu Mingfei wanted to continue watching, but the screen had gone black.

"Difficult. That's the White King, not some incomplete piece of shit like Norton and Fenrir. And your good friend can't stay in that state for long. He's also in a hurry. Can't you see that?"

"Can't maintain it for long?"

"Yes, he also needs to sacrifice something vital in exchange for power. But he is more decisive than you, brother."

"I paid with my life!"

"Life is important because of some things and emotions, not because of life itself."

"It's better to die than live."

"Then why did you come here?" Lu Mingze asked the most crucial question.

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

Um...why are you here?

"Their battlefield stretched from the sky above Swan Lake to the sea. During that time, Herzog tried to rush to the ground several times, but your good friend tried his best to stop him." Lu Mingze smiled expectantly, "He definitely doesn't know those guys in the neighborhood, let alone have seen them. They are just ordinary people. According to history, you and he should both hate Japan."

"What do you want to say?"

"I would say that he practices the meaning of life better than you, brother."

Lu Mingfei was speechless again. He admitted that he was just a bad kid who just wanted to live an idle life. Justice and the meaning of life were far away from him, and he had never thought about it.

He also doesn't know what the meaning of his life is.