Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 141 The White King's Incompetent Fury

Izanami's newly recovered face turned into a piece of charcoal again, and the pain and humiliation made her almost go crazy.

But before she could speak harshly, the Han Bafang Sword shining with psychic light had already slashed at her head.

Without the shackles of the "cage of pain", although Lu Mingfei lost the armor-level defense of a tank, he also liberated the strength and speed of Superman.

If he goes to the Olympics now, he can win almost all the gold medals.

Because this is a body beyond the limits of human beings, and it is a creation of metaphysics technology and emperor's mighty power that the dragons can't even imagine.

The psychic alchemy weapon cut through the air and collided with the Tiancongyun sword.

Psionic sparks and white bone fragments fell together, like exploding fireworks.

"how is this possible?!"

Izanami looked at the scar on Amazono Yun in disbelief.

This is her tailbone, the sharpest and toughest weapon in the world.

She would understand if the other party was holding a magic weapon made by a dragon master, but that sword was obviously just an ordinary thing made by a mixed race, how could it hurt Tian Congyun?
Of course the Wuwei Sword can, because with the blessing of the Psionic Blade, its edge has reached the single-molecule level.

A weapon capable of cutting molecules can naturally cut this brittle bone.

Lu Mingfei's muscles protruded high, and his lungs, which were more than half the size of ordinary people, desperately absorbed oxygen, and then supplied it to his two powerful hearts.

The heart pumps scalding blood into the arteries, along with the blood vessels flowing to the limbs and bones, and finally turns into a brute force enough to tear apart a bison.

Ama Congyun approached Izanami little by little, as if he was going to use the enemy's own bones to slice open that blasphemous face.

Even if it is a half-dragon body, it is a perfect body created by absorbing hundreds of blood descendants of the White King. How could it be inferior to a human in terms of strength?
It was almost impossible, but it was happening right in front of her eyes.

Izanami began to doubt the identity of the person in front of her. Could this be a humanoid weapon specially made by the Black King to prevent its resurrection?
Thinking of this, she was furious.

Black Emperor, is this also in your calculation?

That being the case, let me break your plan with my own hands.

Izanami turned her head, in the long loose hair, a rotten ugly face radiated a terrifying golden light from the eyes.

Beauty and Chou opened their mouths to sing the Dragon Mantra at the same time, the originally tall body swelled up again, and the skin turned into a marble-like texture.

Word Spirit·Immortal, can strengthen the body to the level close to titanium alloy, and can penetrate the steel plate with one punch.

Yan Ling·Shuten Doji, the evolution version of Onigatsu, acquires the strange power and vitality of ghosts and gods.

The combination of these two words is enough to form an army of liberators alone.

And being used by Izanami, whose body was already extremely strong, her physical strength was even close to when she was a dragon.

However, the burden of using these two speech spirits at the same time is extremely heavy. If it is an ordinary dragon, even the next generation will start to collapse physically and mentally at this moment.

Even for Izanami, who was manipulated by the White King's Sacred Shell, the white hyphae showed some signs of being unable to mend.

So, she decided to make a quick decision.

Izanami swung a fist the size of a human head, one punch deflected the Han Bafang Sword, and the other hand swung Ama Congyun, cutting towards Lu Mingfei's neck.

As long as there is a trace of blood, this extremely sharp tailbone will take his whole head off.

"Face me, alien!"

Lu Mingfei's gaze met Izanami's, and two blue auras shot into the latter's eyes.

The white king seemed to have seen the moment when he was killed by the black king, its huge body was torn apart, and those supreme golden pupils were glaring at it.

Do not!
Izanami woke up from the nightmare, but it was too late, she did not pass the will to resist.

The strange spiritual energy spread to her whole body, and the cold feeling made her muscles start to contract and convulse.

Lesser psionic spell, convulsive gaze.

But that alone was not enough to completely crush Izanami's body.

Lu Mingfei endured the noise of his soul and used another psionic power.

"Any enemy of the empire should drown in the water."

He read out the psychic mantra, and the psychic light spewed out from his mouth immediately, hitting the twitching Izanami.

A biochemical psionic spell that compresses limbs.

With just one movement, or even one thought, the caster can contract the target's muscles sharply, compressing his windpipe and suffocating him.

And if the caster's psychic power is strong, he can even cause the target to be squeezed by his own muscles to internally bleed to death.

Izanami's body strengthened by Yan Ling became her life-threatening talisman, her rock-solid muscles squeezed her inside, and the keels began to break one by one.

Compared with the often grandiose speech spirits, psionic spells seem much more inconspicuous.

But in the face of one-on-one battles, weird and changeable psionic abilities with few prerequisites are more advantageous.

Lu Mingfei was about to take this opportunity to cut off Izanami's head, but saw the hyphae on her body that were constantly repairing the sore suddenly shrink.

He stepped back immediately and used the Wuwei sword to block himself, but the purple-black liquid sprayed out from the sore was still splashed on his body.

Yan Ling·Yellow Spring is rotten and poisonous, a terrifying Yan Ling who can poison tens of thousands of people to death with a single drop of poisonous blood.

Seeing Lu Mingfei knelt on one knee, Izanami hissed happily.

He had just in time to use the psychic power on himself before his entrails rotted away.

A biochemical psionic spell that absorbs toxins.

The poisonous blood of Huangquan that had spread to the whole body was absorbed by the unreasonable power of psionic energy, wrapped in the psionic light ball and pulled out of the body.

But even though the poisonous blood was removed, the damage to the body was already irreversible.

At least two-thirds of Lu Mingfei's internal organs were eaten away, and half of his muscles were dissolved.

He can barely stand on his knees, all thanks to his strong will and his tempered body.

Feeling the passing of life, Lu Mingfei did not have a trace of fear.

This moment was long overdue, in that spaceship, in that necropolis, on that planet where the Black Legion was at war.

However, he cannot die yet.

Because he hadn't cut off the head of the profane alien in front of him.

"Great Emperor, I swear to serve you. Everything about me is at your disposal, for my faith is unshakable."

"I am not afraid of evil, I am angry with death. I am not afraid of anything, because my faith is so strong."

"Although my body is broken, although my blood is pouring out, although my life is running out, the immortal Lord of Humanity is still watching me!"

"Emperor, please give your warrior the last time, so that he can destroy another mortal enemy for mankind!"

Lu Mingfei straightened his back with the remaining strength and shouted towards the icy sun far away in another universe.

Following his prayer, golden light particles appeared from the bodies of Chu Zihang, Sakai Akina, and Yuan Zhinv in the Leiying gunboat, converging into a firefly-like light spot, which instantly passed through his side and entered his heart .

The psionic energy that had been nearly exhausted was filled again, and the azure blue psionic light was inlaid with a gorgeous gold border.

And in his body, the viscera, muscles, and various tissues corroded by poisonous blood are rapidly recovering, and they are restored to the original ones in an instant.

Seeing Lu Mingfei standing up, Bai Wangli was furious.

Even in the ancient times when there were many powerful enemies, she had never encountered such a difficult opponent.

"Why, why do you just refuse to die?!"

The white emperor growled, asking the same question in dragon text as the thief who tried to steal her power.

(End of this chapter)