Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 9 Young people should burst into lightning
"son!"

Chu Tianjiao's eyes widened.

He stretched out his hand subconsciously, and took it back.

Well, it might be safer with that ridiculously strong young man around.

"Hey, Little Superman. Watch out for those Deadpools, their lives are tough."

Chu Tianjiao reminded him.

"Ok?"

Lu Mingfei observed carefully.

Sure enough, a black shadow that he thought was dead was trying to grab his ankle.

Lu Mingfei kicked its head off with a look of surprise, such a tenacious life reminded him of those green beasts.

However, Deadpool is even better at being brainless.

"Chop off their necks and spines as much as you can, and be careful not to get caught in their claws."

Lu Mingfei imparted experience to Chu Zihang.

At this time, his golden pupils lit up again.

Probably because of this, the speed of the Deadpools decreased significantly, and they no longer used that invisible wind blade attack.

"it is good."

Chu Zihang responded.

Even though he mustered up his courage, he still felt heavy pressure as soon as he handed over.

Most of these monsters are thin, like snakes walking upright.

But the strength is much greater than that of ordinary people, and he can't parry head-on.

However, Chu Zihang is not without advantages.

Although Deadpool's body is very tough, it still can't resist the long sword that Lu Mingfei tailor-made for him.

With a blade width of 0.9 microns, it is not an exaggeration to say that it has short hair.

Moreover, although Deadpool also has fighting skills, it is too rigid.

Compared with Lu Mingfei's Galaxy-level swordsmanship, it's like comparing Trija to Tiga.

As for Chu Zihang, who had been beaten 480 times by Lu Mingfei, his ability to withstand stress had already been raised to an extremely high level.

He gritted his teeth tightly and used all the sword skills he had learned, unexpectedly holding back the two dead waiters.

"Good job, brother."

Lu Mingfei praised.

Appropriate praise inspires loyalty more than admonishment.

This is how he is on the battlefield, while slaughtering the enemy, while watching and commenting on the performance of the new blood of the Chapter.

Once, Lu Mingfei subconsciously praised the battle group leader, which made him embarrassed for a long time afterwards.

However, the chapter master himself is proud of it, and even used it to brag to other sub-group chapter masters.

As it turns out, the experience of the Warhammer universe is also applicable in the homeland.

After getting Lu Mingfei's affirmation, Chu Zihang's movements became smoother again, and he even started to try to fight back.

"Forward, brother."

Lu Mingfei wove a tight net with fantastic sword skills, pulling the Deadpools forward step by step.

Whether it is wind blades, sharp claws, or fangs, nothing can stop his firm steps.

Either turn into a marionette under his sword, or turn from a deadpool into a dead body.

In the storm, Lu Mingfei was like a traveling emperor, and those shadows were like accompanying servants.

"Are all young people nowadays monsters? Your classmate is actually from the Dragon King, right?"

After Chu Tianjiao finished cutting the alien in front of him, he just wanted to care about his son when he saw this scene.

Extremely shocked, he couldn't help complaining wildly, even uttering some taboo words.

Fortunately, he didn't yell. Given the noise of the environment, Chu Zihang and the others probably didn't hear him.

Then Chu Tianjiao discovered that not only Lu Mingfei, but also his son, the introverted and stubborn son, had turned out to be this strong.

He couldn't match that kind of swordsmanship at this age.

"Everyone is so powerful, it makes me look inferior as an adult."

Chu Tianjiao's smile became more ruffian, but his eyes were as sharp as a samurai sword.

He threw the suitcase vigorously, and most of the black shadows chased after him like a dog chasing a frisbee, while the remaining half were still trapped in Lu Mingfei's net.

"Stop chopping those brainless things, little brat, there's no end to them."

Chu Tianjiao shouted while running forward.

He planned to attract the attention of the remaining Deadpool and Odin, and then asked Lu Mingfei to drive Chu Zihang away.

"Okay, I'll kill that false god, you take Brother Chu Zihang and go first."

Lu Mingfei tore up the net he had woven, and instantly killed several key nodes of Deadpool, causing several loopholes to appear in the originally dense encirclement.

"Go to your father, brother."

He pushed Chu Zihang out of the crowd, and then rushed towards the god who was still sitting on the throne without looking back.

"The local young people are too impolite to steal my lines."

Chu Tianjiao complained in a low voice, and then saw that his son was also about to rush forward.

He hastily chased after Chu Zihang and grabbed Chu Zihang, and said in a low voice.

"Ordinary weapons can't hurt that god. There's a Muramara in the co-pilot's door. Bring it to classmate Ni."

The village rain in Chu Tianjiao's mouth obviously refers to the Wutan Imperial Sword in his hand.

Chu Zihang gritted his teeth and nodded, then ran back to the Maybach.

"Now you can let go of your hands and feet."

The man smiled, and an invisible curtain unfolded around him. On this stage, time slowed down, the wind and rain became viscous, and everything was like a movie in slow motion.

Only he himself, the protagonist in this drama, can run unaffected.

But outside the curtain, time still flows as usual, and Lu Mingfei has already arrived in front of the throne.

"How dare you face the gods directly."

Odin looked down at the tiny human in front of him.

"god?"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help laughing.

It's not that he hasn't seen those who claim to be gods, but the worst of them also has an entire armored division.

This alien leader, who still uses minions as weapons, even claims to be a god.

The last time Lu Mingfei heard such a funny joke was when he was dealing with a rebel planet.

The governor of that planet submitted documents to the Ministry of Justice of the Empire, declaring that he had tens of millions of troops under his command, and that even if the emperor himself led troops to attack, he would "pay a heavy price."

As it turned out, his army of tens of millions could not survive two salvos from the Chapter fleet.

"You have offended God!"

Odin felt Lu Mingfei's disdain, and his golden one-eyed glowed even more glaringly.

"Go to hell with your dignity, false god!"

Lu Mingfei jumped high, and the cold golden light overflowed from his body and attached to the blade.

Odin felt the mortal danger from the icy golden light, he raised his head slightly, and an invisible air wall blocked between the two.

The rainwater evaporated instantly when it fell on the air wall. Obviously, the wall still had an extremely high temperature.

His clothes and fur were scorched in the heat, but another force protected his body.

But this still couldn't stop Lu Mingfei, the sword blade blessed by the emperor's mighty force cut through the air wall like a cake.

However, the time gained was enough for Odin to make other moves.

He stretched out his finger, and countless black shadows appeared out of thin air like ghosts, with mouths full of fangs, waiting for Lu Mingfei to fall.

"Want to fight in groups? I don't agree."

At the moment of crisis, Chu Tianjiao's arrogant roar suddenly exploded.

The same invisible curtain enveloped the throne, and everything entered into the effect of Ling Ling·Time Zero, except Chu Tianjiao.

And Odin.

"Stupid, your tricks don't work on gods."

The king of gods said coldly.

"Who said I'm going to use it on you."

Chu Tianjiao chuckled.

"Come on, super newcomer."

He yelled towards the sky, and the golden pupil oozes red and black blood because of the excessive use of the words.

In the next second, Lu Mingfei landed with a crash.

The impact, which was accelerated more than ten times, directly created a small shock wave, blowing the surrounding Deadpool and Chu Tianjiao several meters away.

Odin growled angrily, and there was a deep bone wound on his chest, and the cold flames burned his internal organs, making him feel the long-lost pain.

God is hurt!

But Lu Mingfei showed regret on his face. That sword could have cut off the head of the false god, but he pushed the blade aside with his profane power.

"Those who offend the gods will surely perish."

Odin sent Lu Mingfei flying with a punch, and slowly opened his arms regardless of the injury on his chest.

Spears twisted like twigs ready to go, like a story waiting for its chapters.

"It happened."

Chu Tianjiao, who was lying crookedly, opened his mouth. He knew the gun of fate.

Once cast, the result is already doomed.

And who to invest in, the answer is self-evident.

"Hey, Odin, that suitcase is fake, I really hid it."

Regardless of the blood spurting from his mouth, he shouted loudly, trying to attract Odin's attention.

But Chu Tianjiao's efforts were ineffective, and Odin was completely unmoved.

It seems that in the eyes of this god, nothing is more important than killing this blasphemer at this moment.

Kungunir drew a huge parabola in the air, such a terrifying artifact flew silently.

It wasn't fast, but Lu Mingfei didn't try to dodge it.

The warrior's intuition told him that there was no point in dodging.

But that doesn't mean he's sitting still.

Lu Mingfei held the steel sword in both hands, ready to slash for the last time.

"Brother, do you want to help?"

A little boy who called himself Lu Mingze suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

Just after he appeared, the time on the entire elevated road seemed to be completely frozen.

The screaming Chu Tianjiao, Kungunir who was close at hand, and the angry god all froze at this moment.

Lu Mingfei looked at him quietly, still not saying a word.

"You're going to die."

Lu Mingze pointed to the spear, as if reminding him to face the status quo.

"My life has long belonged to Man and the Emperor."

Lu Mingfei didn't care about the imminent death.

He even said that he had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Few Space Marines survive to reach their second Golden Spike, and even fewer survive to 1000 years.

Countless conspiracies, countless wars, countless betrayals, countless sacrifices, countless hopes appeared and shattered.

Lu Mingfei was already physically and mentally exhausted, and he even asked to perform certain death missions many times, so that he could return to the golden throne and obtain eternal rest.

Unfortunately, his sense of responsibility and strength allow him to always return victorious.

Perhaps, there is also some emperor's sense of humor mixed in.

In short, dying in battle is a kind of luck for Lu Mingfei.

"But that classmate of yours is going to die too. You seem to call him brother. You haven't even called me that before."

the little boy complained.

"What do you want?"

Lu Mingfei went straight to the point.

"I don't want anything. This time it's a show of sincerity, next time you have business, you must take the initiative to call me."

The little boy blinked.

Then, he reached out and held Kungunir.

(End of this chapter)