Chapter 112: Dragon Slaying

Such a bloody and brutal scene stunned the five reincarnationists present, and they were filled with awe in the face of the strong.

Except Fu Qinghai.

It was also a battle between giants. Fu Qinghai, who had witnessed the battle between the Hell Beast and the Contemptor Dreadnought, could not feel any emotion when facing this small scene in front of him.

Fu Qinghai rubbed his teeth with his tongue and asked,

"This thing should be the ogre from the Lord of the Rings universe?"

The black-haired boy nodded. "Yes, that's the ogre. The Lord of the Rings universe is also called the Tolkien universe, which includes the worldviews of The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, The History of Middle-earth, and The Silmarillion."

(PS: Trolls are also translated as trolls. In order to distinguish it from the WOW worldview, the book uses the unofficial translation of trolls.)

Fu Qinghai then asked,

"But I still remember the plot of the movie. Wouldn't the ogres turn into stone when exposed to sunlight? It's daytime now, so why are these ogres still able to move?"

The black-haired boy said:

"You're talking about the early version of the trolls created by Melkor. After the War of Wrath, this creature was transformed by Sauron and turned into a strong troll like the orcs, taller and no longer afraid of the sun. It appeared in The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies."

After his reminder, Fu Qinghai also remembered that the giant ogre in "The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies" was a biological siege weapon with a sledgehammer head.

Fu Qinghai's helmet goggles zoomed in his vision and swept across the devastated battlefield. Some of the dead ogres had bodies as black as charcoal, while others were still holding something like a giant slingshot in their hands. There was also a flying axe embedded in the concrete wall of the tall building. It was obvious that the ogres were not completely without ways to fight back against the giant dragon in the sky.

But the battle between the sky and the ground is always an asymmetrical one. No matter how strong the ogre is, when facing a flying dragon, their ways of counterattack are very limited. Even if it is five against one, they will eventually be killed one by one by the dragon knight.

Unless the reincarnation from the Hydra camp brought giant eagles or the fallen flying beasts of the Ringwraiths from Middle-earth, the result would be the same no matter how many ogres he brought.

After roughly assessing the dragon knight's combat effectiveness, Fu Qinghai lifted up the scratched grenade launcher, took out a full drum, and slowly replaced the ammunition.

Fu Qinghai rubbed two boxes of explosive bombs in his hands. This was the last drum magazine. He was reluctant to use it when he was killing people and establishing his authority at the Hydra base before.

"Click."

Fu Qinghai pulled the bolt and said calmly:

"Thank you very much for the knowledge and information you shared with me. I will also share some knowledge with you in return—"

"Never trust strangers in the samsara world."

The few people who were already suspicious of Fu Qinghai's identity were terrified when they heard this. Before they could escape, Fu Qinghai had already raised his grenade launcher and aimed at...

Glass curtain wall!

Outside the window, an elegant dark silver dragon flapped its wings and soared, just flying past here.

"Da da da da…"

A huge cross of muzzle flames exploded, the thick glass curtain wall shattered and fell in an instant, and countless subsonic bullets shot out and shot towards the giant dragon in the distance.

Several blood flowers suddenly exploded on the dark silver dragon's body, several large holes were punched in the wing membranes, and a wailing sound came from its mouth.

The blond man riding on the dragon saddle was startled and turned to look at the building where Fu Qinghai was. He pulled the dragon's reins suddenly, and the dragon instantly folded its wings and sank, causing Fu Qinghai to lose his shooting angle.

After killing the trolls, Aegon III dared to fly between tall buildings because he was well aware of the defensive power of dragon scales. In the battle of Hellgate, the crossbow happened to shoot into Meraxes' eyes, leading to the death of this legendary dragon. Normally speaking, crossbows and small-caliber firearms of various sizes are not enough to penetrate the scales of a mature dragon.

But the attacker just now used a more powerful bullet.

Fu Qinghai leaned out of the hole in the glass curtain wall and saw the blond man controlling the giant dragon to hide behind another tall building. He put down his gun and secretly sighed in his heart that it was a pity.

It was a little far away. The grenade launcher was powerful, but its accuracy was not enough at long distances. Fu Qinghai had already used subsonic bullets with slightly higher accuracy, but the trajectory still deviated after breaking through the glass curtain wall.

Several reincarnations nearby were trembling, looking at Fu Qinghai holding a gun, not knowing whether to run away or beg for mercy.

A second later, a dark silver, ferocious giant dragon head suddenly rose from the other side of the building, its sharp teeth and big mouth opened:

"Roar——"

The scorching dragon flame gushed out, and the red stream of fire broke through the glass curtain wall and echoed throughout the entire floor.

The three Reincarnations who were close to the dragon had no time to escape and were instantly burned to charcoal by the dragon flames.

"Ahhh!" The female office worker screamed and rolled behind a wall. Her skin was already extensively burned by the idol she worshipped.

When the dragon head just emerged from the other side, Fu Qinghai quickly turned around and moved, hiding in the fire escape. The flames only touched his armor a little, but did not cause any damage.

Fu Qinghai did not choose to take it head-on. Although ceramic steel has excellent resistance to high temperatures, Fu Qinghai is not wrapped in a ball made of ceramic steel composite armor. The armor has joints and gaps. If he is hit by the dragon flame head-on, he will inevitably overheat and be damaged.

The dragon's breath can be sprayed over a large area. In Fu Qinghai's impression, the dragon's breath sprayed by three adult dragons in Game of Thrones can instantly destroy an army of thousands of people.

Outside the high-rise building, a dark silver dragon flapped its wings and flew around the building. The blond man on the dragon's back had a handsome face as gloomy as water, and his cold eyes searched the glass curtain wall.

When he exhaled dragon fire just now, the prompt he received was that he had killed three reincarnations from the same camp. Some assimilation points were deducted as a punishment. Although it was only a single-digit number of points, indicating that the level of the reincarnations there was very low, Aegon III was still very unhappy.

His dragon was injured and the bullet was still in its body. He could feel the pain of the dragon under his crotch.

No matter who was inside the building, a reincarnation from the same faction or someone else, he swore to make that person pay!

The glass curtain wall of the building was one-way glass. The dragon flew up and down, and after flying through two holes, it was impossible to see the scene inside. Aegon III was furious. He pulled up the reins and controlled the dragon to twist its body and swing its tail. The long dragon tail smashed on the glass of this floor.

"Crash!"

The entire section of glass exploded and shattered, revealing a white-armored warrior kneeling on one knee with a gun in hand.

"Da da da da da!"

The dragon's butt and tail were instantly shattered, and flesh and blood wrapped in scales splashed everywhere. A bullet grazed Aegon III's shoulder, directly scraping off most of the shoulder blade flesh connected to the armor.

"Ah!" The blond man screamed and couldn't hold the long dragon spear in his hand for a moment. He quickly bent down and pulled the reins. The dragon howled miserably, swung its broken tail, folded its wings and dived to escape the shooting angle, then flapped its wings hard, shedding blood all the way, and fled into the distance.

Fu Qinghai stood up, raised the grenade launcher in his hand, looked at the giant dragon staggering away in the distance, and the figure lying on the dragon's back, and sneered.

Now you know how powerful it is. Want to run? No end!

Fu Qinghai's mind moved, and the thought signal was instantly sent through the networked satellite to the Peterbilt heavy truck parked next to the ruins on the street. In the container behind the front of the truck, a fire lit up in a sealed wooden box, and the sound of turbine gushing sounded. A huge metal device broke through the rear door of the car, dragging a long white tail of smoke and rushing into the sky.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This bone-white painted metal device consists of a total of four nozzles. The two huge circular turbofan nozzles on the outside are responsible for long-distance cruising, and the two slightly smaller plasma nozzles in the middle are responsible for short-term speed bursts.

Two short trapezoidal metal wings unfolded on both sides of the flying backpack, which flew around the gaps between the tall buildings and towards the building where Fu Qinghai was.

Fu Qinghai stood at the edge of the floor, and a line of characters appeared in his helmet's eyepiece:

"The flying backpack will arrive in one second."

Fu Qinghai took a light step and stepped forward.

The whole person disappeared and fell down in an instant.

The next second, the roar of the turbofan and the flames of plasma were heard, along with the rising of high-temperature and distorted air. A heavily armored warrior with wings spread out on both sides of a giant nozzle on his back slowly rose into the air.

Fu Qinghai put the grenade launcher with few bullets left back behind his back, pulled out the power sword from his waist, pressed his thumb, and the dark blue disintegration force field was activated.

Then, a large ball of blazing white fire suddenly erupted from the plasma nozzle behind him, and Fu Qinghai disappeared in front of the building and flew into the distant sky.

In the distant sky, a giant dark silver dragon was flapping its wings with great effort. The blond man lying on its back was pouring red glass round bottle potions into his mouth one by one. Suddenly, he heard a roar coming from behind him.

When he turned his head, the scene behind him made his eyes burst with blood:

the warrior in bone-white heavy armor, with two huge circular turbofan nozzles and unfolded short metal wings on his back, dragging a long white tail flame, was rushing towards him.

Aegon III's eyes widened, but there was nothing he could do.

Not to mention that flying by flapping wings and flying by turbojet propulsion are two completely different ways of flying. Now the giant dragon Meraxes under him is already seriously injured and dying, and it is already very difficult for him to maintain flying.

Aegon III saw the white-armored warrior charging straight at him, holding his sword in both hands and raising it above his head...

It's over.

This was the only thought in his mind.

Fu Qinghai raised the straight-blade power sword in his hand and rushed towards the giant dragon in the air.

The moment the two came into contact, the blade cut into the dragon's belly without any obstruction, like cutting through butter in half. Fu Qinghai held the knife with both hands, and the nozzle behind him kept moving forward, pushing Fu Qinghai all the way across the dragon's entire belly, until the blade completely cut out at the sternum.

"Wow——"

Blood spurted in the air, and countless broken organs fell out from the incision in the dragon's abdomen. The dragon roared, and its wings could no longer flap, and it fell down weakly.

Fu Qinghai, who had performed a laparotomy on the giant dragon, turned around in the air and hovered, looking at the blond man who was falling at high speed with the giant dragon. He grabbed the dragon saddle with a ferocious look on his face. His handsome face was twisted into a ball, staring at him intently, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.

Fu Qinghai slowly raised his arm, and a dazzling light shone in his palm...

"Biu——"

A thick golden-white beam of light flashed by, and only a charred corpse without the upper body remained on the dragon's back.

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　Thanks to Qingjiu, book friend 2020*3473, DK Qin Ge, xdld2020, Dongfang Wufei, the proletarian Astartes monk, all the names I thought of are taken, Jodas Ashes, book friend 2018*4608, Fenghen, and several book friends for their rewards.

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(End of this chapter)