The floating grains of sand shone like stars, and he didn’t know if they really looked like stars or if he was seeing stars in front of his eyes. Lu Mingfei didn’t want to know this.

"Ah ~ stupid, insignificant oriental." Seth's voice echoed in the sandstorm. His figure was terrifyingly towering, but his head was still the same size, which looked quite funny.

But no one dared to laugh at this ridiculous monster at this moment, his voice was like muffled thunder.

"I am the noble next generation, the god of Heliopolis, in charge of war, strength, storms, and deserts... I once led thousands of armies to go on expeditions in the sun boat, and the army was so powerful that it could cover the sky!

"I have single-handedly broken through the armies of other next-generation species, overthrown their cities, locked the gates and set them on fire, and tasted their sweet despair in the sea of ​​fire - I have trampled on this world countless years ago, but you think

Can you stop me?!"

Seth clenched his hands, his sharp claws deeply scratching the body of the bronze throne, "Oriental, why can't your magic save you? Huh?"

Why does this guy hate Easterners so much! Could it be that a hybrid from ancient China went to ancient Egypt to seal him? Then why not just kill a hundred of them...

Lu Mingfei tried to struggle, but it was no use, so he spat in Seth's face.

The mouthful of blood foam hit Seth's mask, and slowly slipped between the obsidian, ruby ​​and gold, looking out of place.

Seth slowly stretched out a finger, trying to wipe away the blood foam. But at this moment, Lu Mingfei vomited again.

He showed a blood-stained smile, "I'm sorry, but there is an idiom in the East called 'spit on your face'. Oh no, I didn't spit on your face. After all, you didn't even dare to show your face, so I had to

Cover."

"You!" Seth used more strength, trying to squeeze Lu Mingfei to death. The body of the bronze throne crackled, as if the metal was broken, and even if you didn't die, you were about to reach the limit.

Ah... In the end, I can only use my words. Are I still going to wake up from this dream? I knew I should go to Japan. Lu Mingfei raised his head to see the sunset, but he only saw the sky full of wind and sand.

You are so cowardly, you have been so cowardly until your death. You have had it all over again, what else are you afraid of facing?

Lu Mingfei felt that his soul was breaking under the squeeze, and that he was about to escape from this body. In this case, he actually saw the wind and sand in the sky start to slow down, like slow motion in a movie. And it got faster and faster.

The slower.

The gravel in the sandstorm actually looks crystal clear despite being almost static.

Wait, why is it almost static?

A figure in a black suit appeared in a corner of the battlefield at some point. His folding knife slashed across the throats of the deadpools like splashing ink. As he passed by, he casually tore off a mourning cloth and held it in his hand.

In hand.

Seth looked in disbelief. Even as a noble next-generation species, he was not immune to this almost weird talking spirit.

【Yan Ling? Time Zero】.

It was a word spirit that was specially born to kill kings. As early as the time when heroes were still walking in the mortal world, there were people who carried sharp blades and danced between the dragon's throats, fast enough to pierce time.

Angers walked slowly and unbuttoned his cuffs. There were sharp blades arrayed there. His weapons were not only folding knives. And behind him, the dead waiters had not yet completely fallen.
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He pulled out a short knife and threw it towards Seth, followed by a second one, a third one...

He briefly pardoned the blades so that they could fly a certain distance, and when Angers pulled them back into the realm of [Time Zero], the daggers were arranged in a ladder. Then, Angers jumped up

.

His footwork was quite nimble, as if he were a martial arts master, as if he was performing light kung fu. He first stepped on the first blade, using it as a fulcrum, then took another step, leaped to the second blade, and then the second blade.

Three and the fourth...

Seth watched helplessly as the folding knife got closer and closer to him, but he still couldn't move.

In order to cover up the shame of this deformed body, he chose to put on his own mask, and therefore only chose to put his body into a "war armed" state. Now his neck is still in an undefended human state. This self-esteem has killed

Him.

In the still yellow sand of the sky, Angers, who was wearing a black suit, was rising and falling on his bright white blade. He himself was as sharp as a blade, and he was holding a folding knife in his hand.

There are not many opponents that Hilbert Jean Ange has used so many knives to go all out. And there has never been an enemy who can't be killed with so many knives.

The folding knife penetrated deeply into Seth's throat. This alchemical sword was once stained with the blood of dragons, which is poisonous to other dragons.

Angers twisted the folding knife in his hand, and then slashed Seth's undefended neck horizontally.

Time flows again, and the God of War loosens his hands and falls backwards, his blood spilling out like flowers.

Lu Mingfei finally got out of trouble. He fell to the ground from a height of five meters, and his whole body seemed to be crushed.

Due to over-capacity operation, his [Bronze Throne] is gradually being lifted, and Wu Die is making his last effort to repair his damaged body.

Seth's huge body fell heavily to the ground, and Ange jumped onto his chest lightly. The latter was still heaving his chest and trying to breathe. But his throat could only make a hissing sound.

"The entire throat has been cut open, and you're still not dead?" Angers squatted down, stabbed Seth's heart with a folding knife to replace it, then slowly pulled it out, and then did it again.

The old gentleman squatted down, like a farmer digging a hole in the field with a small shovel. He was focused and serious. His folding knife flew up and down, and blood spurted out like a spring.
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"Do I need to call an ambulance for you?" Angers raised his eyebrows, but did not stop holding the folding knife in his hand, "But now we still have to wait for the sandstorm to stop."

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"Principal, are you talking to me..." Lu Mingfei lay on his side on the ground and spoke weakly.

"It seems like you are the only one here who is my student, right?"

"No...I thought you were torturing that guy, principal."

"He is an ancient Egyptian dragon. He can't understand Chinese, right? If he can, I'll be happy to do that."

Seth's breathing was getting weaker and weaker. If it were just an ordinary alchemical weapon, it wouldn't be enough to kill him, but it was an alchemical blade tempered with dragon blood, which would be tantamount to poison for him.

What a shame... He was once an Egyptian god, aliased as Ptolemy. He established a powerful dynasty, ruled this ancient land, and led thousands of armies, setting off wars and raising battle flags along the way.
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But the Easterners who came across the sea ended his glory. In a clever trick, he was pierced by a sickle sword and a spear, and sealed for a thousand years.

As for why he was not killed, it was because of the strong demands of those greedy hybrids: his Egyptian slaves...

They need the knowledge of Seth, which is the knowledge of a next-generation species. It has been accumulated for countless hundreds of years. Just imagining it makes people tremble all over.

Seth was caught without hesitation, and continuously provided a lot of useful knowledge, but in the end he gave a suggestion with hidden murderous intentions. Those fools were convinced as expected, and they themselves brought destruction.

But the seal is still there, and even the spear was still in his chest until not long ago.

The alchemy weapon with a curse is unbelievable even if it is explained by the knowledge of dragons. Under such circumstances, he forcibly gave birth to a dragon body, and in the end he only got a deformed and ugly body.

Maybe only Loki can... But speaking of Loki, what is the purpose of this generation of Loki coming to Egypt to help him lift the seal?

Seth can't understand.

The folding knife was still stabbing his heart tirelessly, and he could already feel his heart bursting.

Life drifted away from him, and for the first time in a long time, he thought about dying. When he was sealed, he never thought about death. At that time, he vowed to embrace eternal anger, but he did not expect that he would be relieved now.

Is it better to end such an ugly body?

Seth looked across the endless wind and sand and saw a black sun.
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