Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 228
When the discomfort of space transformation dissipated, what Lu Mingfei saw was a road paved with obsidian.

Under the black crystal, which is about three kilometers long, is covered with the skeletons of humans and Deadpool, and even dragon bones are mixed in.

A pure white pyramid stands at the end of the road, looking sacred and solemn from a distance.

In the middle of the avenue, a group of people wearing feather crowns are walking forward with their heads buried.

These people should be the priests of the temple.

Whatever was in the pyramids in the distance obviously couldn't get them there.

Lu Mingfei wanted to catch up with them, but as soon as one foot stepped on the obsidian ground, a strong mental shock hit him.

A jaguar warrior suddenly appeared in front of Lu Mingfei and stabbed at him with the spear in his hand.

He wanted to swing the sword, but found that his body was out of control at all.

The spear pierced Lu Mingfei's heart, and he seemed to see his own blood gushing out, the strength in his whole body also disappeared, and everything drifted away.

"It's just a hallucination, and you still want to scare me?"

Lu Mingfei grabbed the spear on his chest in disdain, and pulled it out little by little. The excruciating pain and hemorrhaging weakness tormented him at the same time, but his hand didn't stop at all.

Finally, Lu Mingfei pulled out the non-existent spear and threw it, piercing the jaguar warrior.

He lowered his head to look at his chest, a small wound appeared on the originally smooth and unmarked skin, and the blood beads were stained a bright red.

If Lu Mingfei hadn't overcome the illusion of death, then his chest would probably have been cut open.

He looked at the members of the battle group behind him, they also fell into hallucinations, and they were fighting with death at the moment.

"You are soldiers of the Emperor, and death should be as controllable to you as breathing."

After leaving a warning that he didn't know if he could pass it on, Lu Mingfei took the next step.

The priests had already heard the movement behind them, and after watching the team fall into the death environment, mocking smiles appeared on their faces.

This avenue of death gathers the grievances of hundreds of thousands of people who died, and every step forward will experience the illusion of death.

Even the third-generation species can hardly bear such a mental shock, and those few keel bones are the proof of the losers.

They can pass unimpeded because of the amulets left by their creators.

Those outsiders who thought they, too, could walk the sacred path were quite mistaken.

Just when the priests were about to see the ugliness of the intruder's death, Lu Mingfei happened to break the illusion, and his sharp eyes looked at them from a distance.

"impossible!"

A priest shouted in a gaffe.

This avenue of death is the boundary between gods and humans, and only priests who are favored by the gods can cross it.

And these people are not only not honorable priests, they are even foreign invaders.

"High priest, I will stay and lead them to meet the enemy, you go to wake up the gods."

The war god priest said decisively.

"it is good."

The high priest didn't hesitate, and opened the golden pupil directly.

As an old man who also spanned centuries, he didn't have the vengeful heart to defeat Death like Angers.

In addition to relying on various alchemy and technological means, he would usually intentionally let the dragon's blood dormant to reduce the damage to his body.

But at this moment, he no longer cared about his lifespan. As a super hybrid dragon, his blood boiled again, and his shriveled body swelled up like a balloon.

The war god priest looked at this scene with some surprise. From the day he met the high priest, the leader of the temple looked old and dying at any time.

He once doubted how such a person could lead them, and even thought of replacing them.

Of course, after he became the priest of the God of War and realized how much work it took to maintain the temple, he gave up this idea and went to be his warrior commander at ease.

Looking at it now, the high priest's fighting power may not be inferior to his wisdom.

The war god priest withdrew his gaze. The high priest had his own mission, and he also had his responsibilities.

"A battle of honor for my God."

he shouted in Aztec.

"A holy sacrifice to my God."

Other priests responded.

Pairs of golden pupils were ignited, and strong muscles filled the sacrificial robe to the full.

These people changed from ancient mysterious priests to brave warriors in an instant.

The high priest ran counter to the roar of the priests, and the burning vitality gave him a strong motivation.

His overgrown heart beat violently, each drumbeat bringing him closer to death.

But the high priest didn't mean to stop at all. He worked hard for so many years just to die on this day.

When the gods return to the world, his soul will watch in heaven those former enemies destroyed by floods, rain of fire, strong winds and darkness.

The Priest of the God of War stared at Lu Mingfei who kept walking forward. The further he went on the road of death, the stronger the mental shock would be, but the speed of this outsider was getting faster and faster.

Those phantoms of death that would tear people's liver and gallbladder apart at a glance, to this man, seemed to be just mist that was wiped away casually.

Can't let him go any further.

The Priest of the God of War knows the importance of aura to a warrior. If Lu Mingfei is allowed to walk through the avenue of death, then he will swing the strongest sword ever.

It is necessary to block Lu Mingfei's way before his aura reaches its peak.

The war god priest chanted the ancient sacrificial speech, and the dragon scales all over his body gradually turned into blue bird feathers.

In the mythology of the Aztecs, they followed the will of the gods to find a new home.

When they came to a valley, they saw an eagle with a snake in its mouth resting on a cactus, which meant that the god told them that they should build a city here.

So they settled down here, conquered all the surrounding tribes according to the will of God, and formed the later Aztec Empire.

And the eagle with blue feathers is the incarnation of the god of war, Vitzilopochtli.

Speech Spirit, God of War incarnation, this is the Speech Spirit that can only be awakened by the blood of the Aztecs.

And the person who awakened the spirit of speech will automatically become a candidate for the priest of the God of War.

If it is included in the periodic table of speech spirits, it will be a high-risk speech spirit at the same level as Jun Yan.

The war god priest raised the snake blade in his hand, which is a weapon called Xiuhcoatl (Fire Snake) that has been handed down from ancient times.

According to legend, Vitzilopochtli used this weapon to cut off the limbs and head of his eldest sister Koyoshak, and killed the remaining four hundred brothers and sisters.

The Priest of the God of War held the God-Slaying Soldiers in both hands, leaped high, and the bright red flame wrapped around the snake blade and burned towards the top of Lu Mingfei's head.

Lu Mingfei just broke the neck of an eagle warrior, a scorching sensation came from the top of his head, and a burnt smell lingered at the tip of his nose.

He raised the sword subconsciously, and was pressed down by a force like a falling meteorite, but Lu Mingfei resisted tenaciously, without even bending his arm.

When the vision returned to reality, a person holding a flame weapon was standing in front of him, looking at him in shock.

Lu Mingfei punched him without thinking.

The Priest of the God of War subconsciously blocked it with one arm, and the pain of the bone fracture instantly spread to his nerves.

Just blocked it, and his arm bone was broken?

The war god priest couldn't believe this fact, but he had to believe it.

He immediately understood that he was no match for the man in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the Priest of the God of War made a decision.

"Tukamlu!"

He yelled out the secret language between the priests, and then hugged Lu Mingfei with a wrestling technique.

The faces of the priests changed drastically, and one priest immediately released the spirit of speech, and they were surrounded by a pitch-black barrier.

Lu Mingfei grabbed the arm of the Priest of War God with his backhand, twisted it, and then punched him in the neck again.

However, the super vitality in the dragon transformation state saved the priest of the war god's life, and he still read the last dragon text.

The fiery serpent spits out a prominence-like hot flame, which is absorbed and emitted by the blue feathers.

Countless rays of light emanated from the priest of the God of War, turning him into a flaming porcupine.

And Lu Mingfei is the hunter who will be counter-killed.

(End of this chapter)