Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 129 Odin: No, buddy
On the No. 0 Overpass, Ying Jiao, who should have returned to the Ying family, appeared here.

He held a compass in his hand and kept walking and stopping on this overpass that had been abandoned for nearly ten years, as if he was looking for something.

After a long time, he finally smiled, stopped under a billboard, and then took out a small bronze tripod.

He placed the small tripod on the ground, then cut his finger and let the blood flow onto the bronze tripod.

Wisps of water vapor first rose from the small bronze tripod, and then rapidly twisted and expanded, filling the area covered with mist.

In just a few minutes, leaden dark clouds covered the sky of this coastal city. Thunder and lightning roamed in this dark ocean like silver snakes, occasionally emitting deafening roars to the world.

Spider-web-like dark golden patterns appeared on the deck of the viaduct, and dragon characters that were older than oracle bone inscriptions hummed in the rain, as if tens of millions of bronze chimes were vibrating in the void.

He looked up at the surging darkness at the end of the bridge. The neighing of eight-legged Pegasus pierced the rain curtain. The asphalt road surged like melting tar. Countless pale arms stretched out from the cracks. The twisted spines of the deadpools pierced the skin and piled into pale rings at the edge of the bronze matrix.

"coming."

Ying Jiao held up an umbrella, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his fingers, then bowed slightly.

Ying Jiao of the Ying family is here to welcome the arrival of heaven!
……

In Lao Tang’s barbecue restaurant.

Russell, Xia Mi, Constantine, Lao Tang, Zhou Sui and Zhu Lang sat around the round table.

Even though Old Tang tried to refuse and was extremely reluctant, Russell still pulled him over.

Old Tang was absent-minded during the five-person team match yesterday. Besides planning to eat for free, Russell also wanted to take the opportunity to ask him what happened.

The shabu-shabu pot was moved away under Zhu Lang's efforts, and now placed in front of the five people was the Chongqing spicy soup pot with three centimeters thick chili peppers floating on the top.

"Hiss...Ha! I can't stand it anymore, it's so spicy." Norton said.

The authority of the King of Bronze and Fire makes him fearless of fire and bronze, but not of spicy food.

Constantine, who was sitting next to Old Tang, was also sweating all over from the spicy food.

"I told you to use a double-flavor hotpot. Who came up with this bad idea?" Xia Mi complained after taking a sip of ice water. She felt her lips were a little swollen.

Zhu Lang said nothing and lowered his head silently.

To be honest, he was a little overwhelmed.

Why is this soup base so spicy? The food he ate in Chongqing was not this spicy.

Zhou Sui's situation was slightly better because she rarely moved her chopsticks.

Old Tang looked around and without hesitation brought out the simmered hot pot, restarted the fire and added more food.

Russell shook his head upon seeing this. There were three dragon kings and two super hybrids present, and none of them could eat spicy food. Didn't they know that eating spicy food was the most enjoyable thing in such foggy and cold weather?
Huh? Heavy fog?

Russell reacted, stood up, opened the window and reached in to touch the air. The humidity here was so high that he could almost squeeze out water by twisting his fingers.

It's not like he had never seen weather like this before, but that was during the rainy season in April and May every year. Only then would all places in the city be shrouded in such thick mist. A simple wipe on the wall would leave a handful of water, and one had to be careful not to slip when walking on the tiled corridor.

But it's winter now, and the weather has been incredibly dry these past few days. How could fog suddenly appear? Unless...

"Friends." Russell turned around and looked at everyone, pointing to the silent city outside the window where no lights were on, grinning, "It seems we have something to do."

Zhou Sui and Zhu Lang looked at each other, stood up together, walked to the door and pushed it open.

It was pitch black outside, and the silence was frightening.

The next moment, a low laugh appeared at the end of the gray road. The laugh was low, grand and solemn, as if echoing in an ancient bronze bell.

The shadows in the darkness overlapped one after another, and no one knew how many there were. They spoke in some ancient language, which was not a meaningless roar. It sounded like chanting or crying, and it echoed around the wet overpass, like the scene of a heretical religious activity.

"What's going on?" It was the first time that Old Tang encountered such a situation. He picked up a kitchen knife and rushed out of the kitchen.

"We seem to have entered Nibelungen." Zhu Lang said helplessly. He finally got a vacation, but was forced to work overtime.

"Nibelungen?" Old Tang thought for a moment. He remembered Russell had mentioned the definition of Nibelungen to him. "So what should we do now?"

"Either find the exit or kill the owner of this place." Zhu Lang simply pulled out the Embroidered Spring Knife from the Devouring Bag. The cold air flowed silently from his brows and spread, and in the blink of an eye it condensed into a thin layer of armor on his body surface.

As they were talking, a crack appeared outside the hot pot restaurant, and a pale arm stretched out from the crack. The arm was covered with fine scales, and its nails had transformed into sharp bone blades, shining with a cold white light in the fog.

Then came the second, the third... Countless twisted arms stretched out from the cracks, and the Deadpools crawled out like spiders with torn limbs.

Their spines bulged, piercing the flesh and trembling in the air. The blood vessels under their skin glowed a strange blue-gold color, like molten bronze flowing.

Zhou Sui and Zhu Lang protected everyone behind them, standing on full alert, ready to face the sudden attack of these deadpools at any time. However, for some reason, they seemed to be afraid of something, and just crawled on the spot, making shrill roars, not daring to move forward.

"Generally speaking, this situation means that a big guy is coming." Zhu Lang guessed the answer by accident.

The next moment, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and He slowly arrived riding an eight-legged Pegasus that was spewing thunder. The blue cloak He was wearing fluttered in the air, and His body was tightly wrapped in a shroud covered with blood-red runes.

Along with thunder and fire, the raindrops falling on him were constantly evaporated into mist, and the turbulence of elements roared around him and vented, which represented the ineffectiveness of all elemental words.

Kungunir, known as the Spear of Destiny, is hung on the back of an eight-legged Pegasus. The spear is bent into a beautiful arc. Raindrops fall to the ground along the curved spear like a meteor across the sky. Every detail that the eyes touch on this magic spear is filled with a strong sense of epic.

However, this character who looks like a big boss at first glance, just like those Deadpools, stopped in front of the barbecue restaurant and did not move forward.

in front of him.

Old Tang tilted his head, and the fire element that was condensed to the extreme was like a docile sheep at his fingertips.

Constantine sat on the steps at the door, his golden eyes shining brightly.

Xia Mi's eyes were cold, and the blade of the Grim Reaper's Scythe shone with a sharp chill.

Zhou Sui had already grasped the Dragon-Slaying Platform without knowing when.

Russell leaned back with his arms folded, a playful look in his eyes.

　Here are three chapters with 6,000 words. I had some troubles today and was delayed. I will try to write 8,000 words from now on. There are still 24,000 words left.
　　
　
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