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Chapter 176 The Final Battle and the Final Gate (6k) (11)

The Lonely Mountain, the capital of the Durin Dwarves, has been abandoned for over a hundred years.

Over the years, except for the only resident Smaug, even some small animals were afraid of the dragon's might and dared not approach.

But this royal city is majestic and towering. It gathered all the skilled craftsmen of the dwarves and took decades to build. It is a perfect masterpiece in the hearts of all dwarves.

But after the dwarves were driven out of the Lonely Mountain, this majestic city was left with only a giant dragon lingering and admiring it, and it gradually became dilapidated and desolate in the north wind.

Inside the solitary mountain, dozens of towering towers are like a bunch of large umbrellas densely connected together. Thick snow and ice hang from the eaves, blocking the sky from sunlight and making it extremely dark.

The ground was littered with stone statues of the dwarves who had died in the city, as well as cold-resistant mosses that had grown from Smaug's low fever.

These mosses have been covering the ground layer by layer for many years, and except for the top layer, the layers below have already rotted away.

If you step on it, the rotten leaves under your feet and the mud underneath have already mixed into a ball. When you step on it, you will feel a disgusting feeling as if you are stepping on the skin of some rotten corpse.

Desolate, dilapidated, and filled with the stench of Smaug.

If it were someone else, they might not be able to adapt to this kind of classical magical dragon's lair.

But after Zheng Zha strengthened his vampire earl bloodline, in addition to his excellent physical fitness and strong dark vision, his other senses were also greatly improved, and the vampire nature made him very adaptable to such an environment.

At this moment, he could smell an increasingly strong aroma of wine, which was very mellow and fragrant.

The evil dragon Smaug only likes treasure, but he doesn't like drinking.

It was obvious that Zhang Jie was here, and he was getting closer and closer to him.

Being so arrogant, you're still drinking?
His anger was like a wild horse running out of control, and his hatred was like surging magma. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and the urgent murderous intent made his breathing become rapid.

Zhang Jie Zhang Jie!!!

In the Golden Hall, Zhang Jie lay on his side on a mountain of gold coins and gems.

Holding a gorgeous wine jug with a gold body inlaid with gems, he poured the wine directly into his mouth, and the clear wine flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, and quickly wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the towering stone door of the Golden Hall and said loudly:
"Zheng Zha, you're late. I've already drunk all the fine wine the dwarf has collected."

click-

The half-meter-thick solid stone door instantly shattered into pieces, and a silent and cold-faced man walked in amidst the smoke and dust.

The man held a black and red ferocious long knife in his hand, pointed at Zhang Jie from a distance, and said coldly: "Zhang Jie, where is my partner!"

Hundreds of empty wine jugs floating in the hall fell to the ground with a crackling sound, making a dull sound.

Zhang Jie stood up, holding his knees, and said with a smile, "How come you have no sense of humor at all? I asked you to drink, but you pointed a knife at me. Isn't that what you want to kill Zhan Lan?"

The sound of Canglang suddenly rang out, and the black and red blade light swept across, splitting the huge golden hall connected to the golden mountain into two.

Countless golden treasures were crushed into gold powder by the sword light and fell from the sky like a golden rain.

In the golden rain, Zheng Zha's cold expression did not change at all. He slowly turned his head and looked at Zhang Jie who appeared behind him at some point.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it seems that you have used up all your patience on that dragon and you don't even have the mood to listen to me." Zhang Jie kicked away a pile of golden utensils that were in the way on the ground.

He looked at Zheng Zha and said dissatisfiedly: "Can't you wait for me to finish speaking?"

"Where is my companion!" Zheng Zha was not surprised or disappointed that Zhang Jie was not hurt. He knew very well how unfathomable the man in front of him was.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something important just now." Zhang Jie slapped his head and pointed his finger upwards as if he suddenly realized something.

Zheng Zha looked in the direction he was pointing, his pupils instantly dilated—

There were seven golden statues embedded in the walls of the Golden Hall.

Qi Tengyi, Zhuang Boshi, Chu Xuan, Ming Yanwei.
Everyone was there, even the golden statue of Zhan Lan.

However, the faces of each statue are extremely painful, and their expressions are full of despair and powerlessness.

Lifelike, just like what they really looked like before they died.

Their eyes all turned to him, as if they were screaming and begging with him.

Zheng Zha, why are you so slow?

Zheng Zha, why don’t you come to save us!

Zheng Zha had to stop. A biting chill rose from under his feet, penetrating his head and nailing him to the spot.

The sense of confusion and absurdity made him lose the ability to speak for a moment.

"I wanted you to appreciate my masterpiece." Zhang Jie's mouth curled up, his tone full of appreciation and satisfaction for his own work: "But you came too late."

Zhang Jie slowly floated up and hung in the air, like a high and mighty god, looking down upon mortals.

"I had planned to play a racing game with you, but I didn't expect you to be so slow."

Zhang Jie looked regretful and sighed, "This group of people has been crammed in for twenty minutes now."

twenty minutes
Zheng Zha only felt a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth. Regret, pain, hatred, all the feelings were summed up in one sentence.

"What the hell did you do!" The roar exploded, shaking the entire stone hall.

The gust of air swept across the sky, but disappeared into thin air half a foot in front of Zhang Jie.

However, Zhang Jie ignored the blow that was like a magma eruption and continued to look down at Zheng Zha: "Don't be impulsive."

"If you don't want them and the gold to become a bloody mass of flesh, then listen to me explain the rules of the game."

Kacha, a large dent suddenly appeared on the chest of Qi Tengyi's golden statue.

With a crack, Zheng Zha cracked the stone slab directly, but he stopped his movement abruptly. The surging energy in his body made his bones creak.

"Zhang Jie, what on earth do you want to do?!" Zheng Zha asked hoarsely, his forehead bulging with veins, jumping like earthworms madly, as if they were about to break free from his tight skin at any moment.

"What do you want to do?"

"Hahaha, Zheng Zha. Have you forgotten Zhuang Bosch's previous analysis?" Zhang Jie seemed to be amused by Zheng Zha's naivety.

"Why do you think everything has to happen for a reason?"

"Why can't I just find it funny?" Zhang Jie laughed again, widening his bloodshot eyes and said loudly.

"In the main god space, lunatics like me, driven to death by killing and repression, are the majority!"

"Team, teammates, missions, I don't care about any of that."

After a pause, Zhang Jie fixed his vicious gaze on Zheng Zha, his expression becoming increasingly distorted. "What I care about is the look of despair and pain in your eyes after your betrayal."

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful."

Hearing such a vicious, crazy and absurd reason, Zheng Zha could no longer contain the anger in his heart.

His hair seemed to have been ravaged by an invisible gust of wind, with each strand standing up and scattered messily on his head, emitting a faint trace of heat.

The hand holding the knife handle clenched and made a creaking sound. The sharp blade flashed with a cold light, as if echoing the raging flame of revenge in his heart.

Zhang Jie suddenly patted his head, as if remembering something, and said with some regret: "Oh my, why are we chatting with you again?"

"I've already told you, they've been stuffing it in there for twenty minutes. This is a completely sealed golden statue. I cast it one-to-one using telekinesis. There's absolutely no gaps."

"With a physique like yours, you might be able to hold on for an hour or so, but someone like Qi Tengyi might not be able to hold on any longer."

"So, the rules of the game are simple: beat me within ten minutes."

"Otherwise, I'll kill one of them every minute that passes."

"You can try to save them and see whether your speed is faster or my telekinesis is faster."

"Besides, every time I save someone, I kill one more person, hehehe."

"Isn't this rule very simple, Zheng Zha?"

Then, he turned his gaze to Zheng Zha, with a look of contempt, as if a human was looking at an ant that dared to resist.

"So come on, Zheng Zha."

"Defeat me quickly, otherwise, they will all die."

Before he could utter the word "die", a black and red long knife emitting extremely high temperature was already in front of him.

"it's useless!"

The double A-level telekinesis exploded, forming an invisible giant hammer that directly knocked Zheng Zha away.

The enormous force made Zheng Zha like a cannonball, piercing through the stone pillars and smashing them into pieces.

Zhang Jie crossed his arms across his chest, looking relaxed. A powerful telekinesis surrounded him, and even the space seemed to be slightly distorted.

The invisible force was like a solid shield, emitting heart-pounding fluctuations.

"Come up with something new quickly. It's too boring to be so straightforward like this." Zhang Jie sneered.

Zheng Zha wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up again, and still stared at Zhang Jie.

Zhang Jie waved his hand, and a golden figure appeared beside him. He said somewhat listlessly, "My original idea was to make a gift for everyone."

“I didn’t expect that because of your rudeness, I had to kill Zhan Lan. Now, only this is empty.”

After saying that, Zhan Lan’s golden statue turned into a pile of golden sand. Only the golden head remained, rolling to the ground.

The last direction those eyes looked was in the direction of Zheng Zha.

Just like that time, despair, pain, and deep pleading—

Zheng Zha, save me.

Zheng Zha, save me.

The silent gaze was like a bayonet, shattering Zheng Zha's heart into pieces, and the blood of regret and pain continued to flow out of his broken heart.

"Beast! I will kill you!!!" This scene completely destroyed the only trace of sanity left in Zheng Zha.

A large amount of blood instantly oozed out of his left and right back muscles. The blood condensed into a pair of translucent blood-red wings behind him, and his entire body turned into a red afterimage and flew straight upwards.

At the same time, the Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand swung out sharp cold rays, cutting through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and went straight to Zhang Jie's throat.

Zhang Jie merely raised an eyebrow and waved his hand nonchalantly. A powerful telekinesis erupted instantly, forming an invisible wall that easily deflected Zheng Zha's devastating attack. Zheng Zha felt a massive, overwhelming recoil, a sharp pain in his palm, and could barely hold onto the Dragon Slayer Blade.

But he gritted his teeth, used the force to spin in the air, and swung his sword again. The sword light was like snow, continuous and endless.

But Zhang Jie was faster. He quickly gained height to avoid Zheng Zha's attack. His telekinesis turned into a huge invisible palm, carrying a tremendous force, and slapped Zheng Zha hard.

Zheng Zha reacted quickly, rolling sideways and narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The force hit the ground, causing stone chips to fly everywhere. A big hole appeared on the hard stone slab in an instant, and dust flew everywhere.

Taking advantage of the gap in Zhang Jie's attack, Zheng Zha jumped up like lightning with the help of his blood wings.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword drew a brilliant arc in the air, and with an unstoppable momentum, it slashed towards Zhang Jie's head.

Zhang Jie smiled even more widely, and his telekinesis instantly condensed into an indestructible transparent barrier above his head, blocking the fierce attack.

The metal and telekinesis collided violently, making a sharp explosion.

"Yeah, it's a lot better than before, but to me, it's still just like a tickle."

"Also, your methods are still too simple. Your three straightforward attacks don't pose much of a threat to the enemy."

Zhang Jie was still at ease and even had time to point out Zheng Zha's shortcomings.

But as he spoke, he raised his hand and pressed it down, and Zheng Zha felt a heavy invisible pressure pushing him back from mid-air.

Under the impact of the two huge forces pushing up and down, the blood wings condensed on his body suddenly collapsed and shattered into blood flowers.

But Zheng Zha no longer had the heart to listen to Zhang Jie's "advice". The pressure exerted on him by telekinesis was so great that he was pressed to the ground like a falling meteor.

The force of this fall was definitely no less than jumping from a skyscraper dozens of stories high. When his feet landed on the ground, they even created countless cracks on the hard rock slabs, and his leg bones suddenly suffered from dense fractures.

If he hadn't absorbed the dragon blood to greatly strengthen his body, his legs would have been broken.

"Zheng Zha, is this all you can do?" Zhang Jie laughed loudly when he saw Zheng Zha in such a miserable state.

Then, he activated his telekinesis again, and the powerful force was like a surging wave, knocking Zheng Zha far away.

Zheng Zha's body slammed heavily into the castle wall like a cannonball.

The huge impact force caused the solid wall to collapse instantly, and rubble fell like raindrops.

Under the influence of Zhang Jie's telekinesis, the entire castle was shaking violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

At this time, the Lonely Mountain Castle was in ruins. The originally magnificent hall was riddled with holes, and the huge chandelier on the ceiling fell and shattered.

The precious murals were torn apart by the aftermath of the battle.

All the decorations and furnishings in the castle that had lasted for thousands of years were destroyed in this fierce battle.

"You disappoint me so much. How about I have a few drinks to cheer you up?" Zhang Jie seemed to be feeling a little bored and came up with an idea.

The golden statue at zero o'clock suddenly collapsed inward and turned into a golden blood ball oozing with blood.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

A roar like that of a demon, a thunderous apocalypse!!

A flash of black and red knife light appeared and entered Zhang Jie's eyes.

The ferocious long sword shot towards Zhang Jie with the force of piercing gold and iron. The sharp sound of breaking through the air completely interrupted what Zhang Jie wanted to say.

What was even more terrifying was that the blood flames burning on the long sword were as blazing as torches, drawing a long corridor of bright red flames in the air.

The blade light seemed to be cut out from the boundless abyss, the blade force was vast, fierce and decisive.

Zhang Jie's mind was occupied by the flash of knife light. He felt that there was no place to hide in the world and had the illusion that there was no escape.

Facing this knife, Zhang Jie's expression began to become solemn. He stretched out his hand and pushed forward, and the momentum of the long knife suddenly slowed down.

However, he showed a look of some pain, as if when he used telekinesis to stop the long sword, the blood flames on it also burned him.

In the end, he did not use the long sword to stop the castration directly, but only deflected it.

The long knife slanted across his body and pierced into the rock wall behind him, causing a violent explosion.

Zhang Jie's face turned pale, obviously the flaming sword had caused him considerable damage.

Moreover, a thin trickle of blood was continuously flowing from a wound on his back, which was caused by the force of the knife that broke through the telekinetic barrier.

"You actually managed to hurt me. It seems I need to show some real skills, otherwise I might really fall into your hands." Zhang Jie, who was floating in the air, sneered, his face became even gloomier.

He was also filled with fear. He didn't expect that Zheng Zha had been able to integrate his mind into the sword's momentum, and with the help of the red flame's damage to his spirit, he accidentally found a way to restrain him.

If Zhuang Boshi and Chu Xuan had not helped analyze Zheng Zha's fighting style at the beginning.

With the lightning-fast sneak attack of the flying knife skill just now, even if he was much stronger than Zheng Zha, he would probably die in an instant without knowing why.

And now this one is much stronger, so it has to be put in quotation marks.

Zheng Zha's gene lock had just entered the third level at the end of the previous game, and now it has reached the limit of the third level.

This is less than a horror movie, he is truly worthy of being copied by the genius of the Devil Team.

Zheng Zha did not respond, his eyes were filled with icy murderous intent, his body was covered in blood, and red flames began to burn all over his body.

"How dare you ignore my words!" Zhang Jie looked at Zheng Zha who was bleeding all over, suppressed his confused thoughts, and continued to provoke.

Kaala, Qi Tengyi's statue collapsed instantly and blood gushed out again.

At the same time, the huge mental force pressed down again.

With one blow, the red flames attached to Zheng Zha's body were successfully blown away, but there was no joy on Zhang Jie's face because he saw blood!

It's not just the blood spurting out of Zheng Zha who was seriously injured!

There was also boiling blood mist gushing out from every pore on Zheng Zha's body, so bright red, so scary!
The blood and energy are surging, burning like a raging fire. It is a surge of angry and fierce blood and energy that can break mountains and boil seas.

In the deep blood color like the sea and the abyss, there is also a heat like lava and steel, which seems to be able to erupt at any time and burn everything to the sky!

The thick blood color, along with the countless red sparks that had previously dissipated, rolled back and condensed into Zheng Zha's body, turning into a hot flame armor that rolled like magma.

This set of armor is like the slowly flowing flame of magma, with blood veins as dense as spider silk covering every part of it.

The originally ferocious and winding dragon was now permeated with a thick blood color, and the dragon head roared like a living creature, making the shape of the entire armor even more ferocious.

Zhang Jie was genuinely surprised.

——The plan is accurate, Zheng Zha, the more oppressed he is, the more he explodes.

——It’s almost there, I can already feel that he is about to break through that threshold!

"Another self-created skill, Zheng Zha." Zhang Jie couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene: "You really are a genius."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I just sensed it."

"Besides Qi Tengyi and Lingdian who were crushed to death by me, Chu Xuan also stopped breathing."

"Cheng Xiao and Zhao Yingkong don't have much time left."

"You already have, there are not many people who can save you."

Hearing this, Zheng Zha froze in his tracks, his eyes losing all warmth.

"Dead? Haha. As expected, I can't save anyone."

Zheng Zha no longer knew what he was saying, or even what he was thinking.

It seemed as if there was a giant monster in his mind, opening its huge mouth like a black hole to devour all his rationality and wisdom.

It absorbed the blood and genes from the vampire prince Niklaus and the chief of all evil, Smaug, and began to riot wildly.

He seemed to see a door, a huge door of evolution covered with thorns and flesh.

The temperature of the armor on his body continued to rise, as if he had fallen into magma and his whole body was burning.

It would only take no more than a minute to completely burn his body to ashes.

Brutal murderous aura filled Zheng Zha's brain and merged with the blood energy. His consciousness suddenly roared like thunder!

It seemed as if every bolt of lightning directly shattered the rationality in his consciousness!
Everything around me seemed to become so hideous and disgusting, as if I wanted to raise my hands and tear everything in sight into pieces! !

The third-level gene lock is pushed to the limit!
Blood energy, boiling and surging! Internal force, running wildly!

"Let them die... Zhang Jie must die! I must die too! Let everyone die! Let them all be destroyed!"

Zheng Zha had never mobilized all his strength so crazily before, even the smallest existence in his life was fully exerted.

Blood energy and internal force, two mutually exclusive energies, one sweeping downward from the top of his head, the other bursting upward from his dantian, converged and merged in his heart, blooming again and again, stirring up an unprecedented flower of destruction.
At that moment, everything in Zheng Zha's vision seemed to freeze.

The dust falling in the air, the flames dancing on his body, and Zhang Jie's slowly raised fingertips.

Too slow, too slow.

At this moment, in Zhang Jie's eyes, Zheng Zha disappeared from the spot in an instant, and a terrifying pit with a diameter of more than ten meters and a depth of three or four meters suddenly exploded where Zheng Zha disappeared.

At the same time, his entire body instantly appeared in front of Zhang Jie, who had already flown four or five meters off the ground. His right fist was burning with brilliant flames and was approaching Zhang Jie's chest.

The flame was no longer the original pure red blood flame. There were countless brilliant black sparks flickering and jumping in the red flame.

Amidst the flickering of sparks, thunder-like explosions were heard continuously.

Under Zheng Zha's punch, the air in his hand became like a thermobaric bomb under the huge external pressure and extremely high temperature. A huge explosion sounded from it, like thunder.

Driven by murderous intent, the blood energy rushed down with all its might, colliding violently with the internal force that erupted like a mountain torrent.

An endless force swept through his whole body madly and exploded violently outwards!
The invisible power that Zhang Jie had solidified around him shattered in an instant, like brittle glass!
boom--

The entire Lonely Mountain shook as if it had been hit by a punch from a giant god.

At the same time, within the mind, there was a giant gate of evolution covered with thorns that restricted countless geniuses.

He smashed it to pieces with one punch!

(End of this chapter)