Starting from the Dragon Tribe

"Snap! It's actually this Yanling."

Philemon was pleasantly surprised. The horror of this speedy speech-like spirit placed on an S-class body can be seen with reference to the legendary dragon slayer Angers.

"However, a distance of ten kilometers will consume a lot of physical energy."

Then he frowned again. Setsuna's word spirit was not a word spirit that could be activated by the user for a long time.

In theory, Setsuna can climb up the ranks infinitely, and it seems to be stronger than Time Zero, but there is actually a misunderstanding.

Setsuna can only accelerate the user's speed, but it cannot accelerate the user's thinking. Compared with the field that essentially changes time - Time Zero, Time Zero actually slows down the surrounding time dozens of times. The user is not affected and can think about many things, such as how to avoid, how to use the sword, and how to kill the opponent.

But the instant is different. Although the speed has increased, people's reflexes and thinking speed are still the same. No matter how fast you are, you still have to be able to control it. For example, the speed of level 7 instant has increased by 128 times, and you can also change your moves when you use the sword. ?

Moreover, the use of Setsuna's word spirit consumes a lot of physical strength, and it is often used by the user at critical moments in the battle, such as when drawing a knife or shooting a gun.

Therefore, Charlotte, the most famous Setsuna user in history, uses a revolver. He only needs to aim and fire quickly, which consumes little physical energy.

But now Lu Chen was on the road using Setsuna to run ten kilometers, which was undoubtedly a huge drain on his physical energy. It made Philemon worry that even if he arrived, his combat power would not be the same.

"Is he okay?"

Others were also worried, but Su Qian looked at Chu Zihang.

"Brother Lu... he seems to be in pretty good physical condition."

Chu Zihang wasn't too sure, but since Lu Chen chose to do this, he was probably confident.

They have already called for a helicopter and will arrive at the scene in about ten minutes. As long as Lu Chen can delay for a while, the situation will change.

Although the instructor said not to let him use the word spirit in front of everyone, he would not watch his classmates die like this.

…………

The wind whistled in Lu Chen's ears, and the neon lights in the city were stretched into strips of light. At this moment, he was like a traveler traveling through the cracks of time.

Passers-by on the street could only feel a gust of wind. The ladies lowered their skirts and looked around in surprise, but could not see any shadow.

It had been a long time since Lu Chen had run so freely. In this modern steel forest, jumping up and down felt supreme freedom.

Executive Officer Philemon and their worries are completely unnecessary. He has no speech spirit at all. This is just his most basic physical fitness, and a ten-kilometer sprint is no different to him than a sprint.

In the maple forest of Hongshan Park, accompanied by the roar of wild beasts, another commissioner was shot away and hit a tree, his life or death unknown.

But the commissioners of the execution department were obviously not vegetarians. There were more and more wounds on Abel's body. The commissioner who used Yin Lei seized the opportunity and exploded the scales on his chest, revealing the stark white bones.

"Mirissa! Milissa! Why are you running away!"

After fighting again and again, he was still shouting crazily, his eyes fixed on Lutishia, who was gradually retreating with her injured body not far away.

He raised his arm again and threw away the knife embedded in his arm. He raised his head and roared.

The clouds dispersed just in time, and the moonlight fell on his body. Blue scales like ancient works of art had covered his body. There were two towering meat bags on his back that were squirming crazily. He seemed to be in great pain.

Pfft——

Along with the sound of skin breaking, a huge bone wing unfolded. This scene was like the birth of an ancient god and demon. The wind roared in the maple forest, the remaining leaves fell, and the white moonlight seemed to be tinged with blood.

"Deep dragon transformation..."

One of the commissioners had a bitter voice. Such a target was wrapped in dragon bones and was a user of the Bronze Throne. It was simply incomprehensible.

"Senior, back away!"

At this time, someone came over, still coughing up blood, but with firm eyes. It was Lancelot.

He figured out that instead of dying here, he might as well use his spirit to give it a try. As for whether Hongshan Park would be destroyed by fire, that was no longer something he could consider now.

Abel seemed to realize something. He woke up from the intoxication of more powerful power. He looked at Lancelot with a pair of dazzling golden eyes and ran towards him with his legs.

Yan Ling. Chi

Bright yellow flames rose up. At this moment, it was like tons of gasoline bombs were ignited in this maple forest. Lancelot controlled the intensity and scope, but the high temperature of the flames would never attenuate.

"I……"

When Luticia saw this scene from a distance, she felt more strength in her legs. She thought to herself that these freshman junior fellow students are all crazy, right?

Release this spirit of speech in Hongshan Park. Haven't he heard the old Chinese saying?

Set fire to the mountain and sit through the jail, junior brother!

Using words and spirits here, even if Abel was burned to death, the forest fire was enough to take half of their lives.

"Dammit, call the fire department."

After Philemon learned about it, he immediately asked the college to dispatch the local fire department.

Lancelot took a few steps back, sat on the ground and panted, looking at the figure writhing in the flames, feeling a little exhausted.

To the despair of all the commissioners, they heard the sound of a huge fan blowing, and the flames swept away. The figure like the steel demon rushed out, his body was burnt black, his face was terrifying, but he was obviously not fatally injured!

After breaking out of the flames, he rolled several times on the ground, and only a few weak flames remained.

Lancelot didn't know if he had enough strength left to try again, but he could confirm that even if he tried again, he wouldn't be able to burn this monster to death.

The power of Yan Ling Chi lies in its wide range of release, but in terms of explosion and extreme high temperature, it is still far behind Jun Yan.

This is a war spirit, not suitable for dealing with powerful single creatures.

Just when Lancelot thought his life was about to end here, the dark demon ignored him and instead rushed directly towards Lutitia, who had already run far away.

"are you crazy!"

Lutitia regretted why she had angered this guy with such a vicious tongue before. This obsession was really deep.

"Mirissa, I love you! Milissa, I'm sorry!..."

At this time, Abel had obviously been eroded by the dragon's blood to the point of becoming delirious, leaving only the perverted obsession in his heart. All he could see now was the blond girl running in the maple forest.

He wanted to catch her, he wanted to violate her, he wanted to tear her apart!

He wants to make up for the regrets of that night, and he wants to freeze the delicious taste of power and power forever. He is no longer the cowardly young man he once was, he is now a king who has mastered violence!

Lutitia was injured and couldn't run fast. Even if she wasn't injured, she still wouldn't be able to outrun Abel, who was so deeply transformed into a dragon.

In the end, she leaned on a maple tree. In the distance was the burning maple forest, which reflected half of the sky red. Abel, who was walking towards her, was like a devil at the end of the world.

The devil stretched out his arms as thick as iron pillars. Lutitia drew her gun and fired. Only sparks could be seen. When the last bullet was left, she hesitated. Should she shoot at the devil or herself?

But before she came to a conclusion, she saw the strong wind in the distance.

The burning flames were separated by the strong wind, and the maple leaves scattered all over the mountain with the roar of the strong wind. The firelight reflected between the maple leaves, and finally projected onto the flowing water-like blade, reflecting the freehand red color.

Late autumn has not yet arrived, and the maple leaves are red first.

The strong wind subsided, the maple leaves scattered all over the sky, and the huge body suddenly collapsed, leaving only the young man standing with the sword sheathed, his short hair scattered due to the sudden attack, and his red gold pupils flowing with the brilliance of lava.

"Senior sister, are you okay?"

As Lu Chen's voice sounded, the head with a fixed expression had just landed from high altitude.

Regarding Lancelot's spirit, the original work didn't make it clear, so this book has it designated as [Chi]. It's not a very important character, so don't tear it up.