Chapter 309

Jonas was born. He came to the world from his mother's body. This process made both sides feel painful. The boy felt sorry for his howling mother and was extremely grateful for her efforts.

However, another soul in the body is still murmuring to himself. Jonas vaguely remembers that he has been there all the time, but he has ignored it.

"Disgusting, disgusting half breed bastard, damn it, why not Nords, but mean braytons..."

Jonas, who was born, began a life of two people. His cruel, bloodthirsty and cruel personality was always shouting in his ears. Yes, he couldn't hear it once, but now he can hear it.

He rejected all human things, including food, architecture, clothing, weapons, even art, war, politics, philosophy and science.

Jonas is honest and alive, and his life path has not changed at all. In fact, he is just a spectator, watching the memory.

everything is as like as two peas in his mind, except for one more.

"What's your name?"

"Shut up, trash! You don't deserve to know my name Once again, he began to make noise.

Jonas sighed silently.

At the age of one, Jonas spoke intermittently, ridiculing the mentally retarded.

When he was two years old, other children would run away. Jonas was left in the room, and a red guard woman took care of him. He satirized Jonas as as a prisoner in the family, and the Red Guard was a jailer. Jonas retorted a few words later, but he was still making a fuss and stopped talking about it.

When she was three years old, her mother would take him for a walk in the wide living room. She liked to sit on the balcony, bask in the sun, play the flute and sing soothing songs. Every time the lady began to sing, he began to make noise, just like a bear with his ears covered. Jonas ignored his interference and listened attentively to every note that came out of his mother's nose.

I'm four years old. I'm going to read and read. Jonas's talent is pretty good. He has a natural curiosity about knowledge. Although he always ridicules him, Jonas doesn't care. He knows that children don't have much ability.

Father's face darkened day by day. He drank and vented in the living room. The noise would come through Jonas's bedroom door wall. It felt like a thundercloud roaring.

"Your father is a disgrace." He began to satirize Jonas according to convention.

"Oh."

"Are you so willing? If your useless father can be stronger and smarter, you will still be a child of dagger rain aristocracy. Ha ha, although this aristocracy is worthless, don't you want to continue this kind of life? To live in peace and be a childe, you don't have to suffer, be bought and sold, and your adoptive parents are killed... "

"Enough!" Jonas was angry with him for the first time. "My life is not a game on a chessboard. Although I have lost one step, I can't repent. What kind of me I am is still up to me. No matter what you say, I won't listen to you. Mr. Wang said that if people don't accept their fate, they shouldn't have the so-called "if". Once they do, they are going the old way. "

He was so angry that he cried out, "go to hell! It's up to you to be a dog! You have to know, except for me, no one will be sincere to you! Because they all want to use us to kill the predestined dragon, so that they can live happily, and what about us? I don't know when I died! "

After he finished, he gasped and continued to curse, "don't tell me about your gentleman, who is just a mean beast. Even if he is a little clever, what can he do? He can't die for you! Leave him and everyone as soon as possible. Let's find a place to gather people and occupy the mountain as king. Just like your ancestors, you can call yourself a noble. Ha ha ha, how happy it is

Jonas laughed at him. "I thought you looked down on such petty deeds."

"That's because you're a piece of trash that limits my power."

"Your power?"

"Yes, as long as you nod your head and let me make a decision for you, you can have the most powerful power in the world, and you are the God in the world!"

"Oh, but I refuse."

He cried out again in anger.

……

"Vas RUMA!" [roar of the Dragon: awe]

the boy uttered a desolate dragon language, which suddenly turned into a towering mountain, high and heavy, rooted in the earth, with boundless power.

Lu Zhengkang felt great psychological pressure and his body was transmitting signals of surrender and escape uncontrollably.

Jonas was replaced by another soul, very powerful, like the oldest dragon, invincible.

Dilo wanted to help, but he was drunk back by Lu Zhengkang. Four gray beards appeared at the gate of the courtyard and stood on the steps to watch the battle.

Lu Zhengkang released a courage skill for himself, offsetting the negative state, and then rushed through with his bare hands.

The boy's second personality has realized that it's hard for the destruction spell to cause damage to the troll, but for the dragon, no matter how heavy the armor is, it's just mud, tile and grass."Kerry roo!" [dragon roar: the mark of death]

the rapid blue and purple air mass hit the charging troll, and such a short distance could not escape.

The magic tattoo on Lu Zhengkang's body surface was suddenly dim, and a huge sense of weakness came to his heart.

The troll's eyes glared from his brows, and the aura of killing intention spread out, covering a corner of the courtyard, without wanton expansion.

For a moment, the boy's action was stiff, and Lu Zhengkang cut him to the neck with a light palm. However, the aura of killing intention had no strong control over the strong minded people, especially for those who had strong mental strength, it could only contain them for a short time.

The knife passed along the boy's left ear. Then, Brighton suddenly broke free and rushed on him crazily. He grabbed Lu Zhengkang's face with one hand and hit Lu Zhengkang's thoracic vertebra with the knuckles protruding with the other hand. His mouth was wide open and he wanted to bite his throat.

Lu Zhengkang has never taught this kind of fighting skill. In other words, it is the instinct of a boy's second personality.

Sure enough, it's the dragon soul.

……

That day is near, like some kind of trial.

It's a deep rainy night. Is it when every wanderer leaves his hometown crying in the sky, his mother and Jonas, who are only five years old, come out of the ditch and cave, dig out the wall of dagger rain, sit on the servants' chariots and horses, and run away in a mess.

The city is very silent. Only the storm is whipping the human gathering place on the peninsula. The rain is dense and cold. It can sink a small hole on the clothes and hurt the skin.

In the dark, the shadow of the city looms under the lead cloud of white thunder. It's too dark to see the concrete outline, let alone the appearance of home.

There was a long roar in the city, and then there was the cry of war. The dagger rain was in disorder, and the wind and rain in the world suddenly surpassed the wind and rain in the world.

Crackling, scream, scream, roar, the voice of people, the voice of swordsmen, the voice of architecture, mixed into a ball, such as a drum, such as a burst fireball, people dare not look, dare not listen, death hovers in the sky, eyes so full of malice

For a long time.

I can't hear the cry behind me. The rainy night is so quiet. My mother whispered in his ear, "it's OK, it's OK, don't be afraid..."