Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"Honestly, sometimes I think it's really hard to go against someone like you." Pompey sighed. He hung up the phone with Ange and covered his forehead. "Every time I thought I had pushed you into the trough, you always climbed out of the abyss and brought me bigger surprises."

The huge sound of wind mixed with the sound of war drums echoed behind the two-centimeter-thick plexiglass. It was the child's heartbeat and breathing, so vigorous and full of vitality.

He turned around slowly, and saw only a golden flame. In the depths of the flame, Lu Mingfei, who was lying flat on the operating table, was slowly sitting up.

His body was naked, but covered with pale scales, the surface of which was flowing with red copper fire.

——A blurry rainbow appeared on the retina, and Lu Mingfei opened his eyes.

The electrode patches turned to ash in the burst of sparks, and the carbon fiber restraints peeled off like crisp dead leaves.

He seemed to be burning, and also seemed to be enveloped by Jun Yan's domain.

There was no bloodshed, no chanting of spiritual words, but just a thought made the air thick.

In fact, it was not that the air became sticky, but that time seemed to slow down in Lu Mingfei's senses. His reaction speed and the speed of nerve current transmission were increased to an incredible level, as if a permanent time zero field was put on his body.

In the dazzling firelight, Lu Mingfei breathed slowly. Every breath he took pumped a huge amount of air into his lungs. Everything around him became clear and distinct, just like when Superman in the movie first awakened his power. All the information in the world was pouring into his mind.

He could hear the ripples of codfish's tails in the depths of the distant red sea, and smell the smell of sulfur as Chu Zihang's blade was quenched in the final sanctuary.

Every nerve ending in his body was screaming and stretching, as if an embryo specimen soaked in liquid nitrogen was suddenly injected with boiling dragon blood. The terrifying power extended along the blood vessels and nerve veins to every inch of muscle in his limbs.

The instrument in the operating room responsible for monitoring Lu Mingfei's physical signs was making sharp noises. First, his brain waves broke through a certain threshold, followed by his heart rate, his pulse...

The shrill air raid sirens rang out again throughout the safe haven. The researchers who were left outside rushed in in panic. The guards behind them were holding large-caliber sniper rifles loaded with Philosopher's Stone bullets.

These people ran into the long and narrow corridor and passed by Lu Lincheng. Pompeii, who was wearing a medieval doctor's mask, was pierced through like a ghost in front of them, and blue ripples appeared on his body.

As Lu Mingze said, Odin has been planning in this world for thousands of years. No one knows how much power that does not belong to him he has obtained from the secrets of history. He can even appear in the real world like a little devil in a way that others cannot detect.

Natasha, who walked gracefully and elegantly, turned out to be the leader of this group of armed guards. Her delicate face, which was made of light makeup and looked like a sculpture, showed a kind of deep cold seriousness.

The woman's position at this time was actually one step ahead of Lu Lincheng. She and everyone else pointed their rifles loaded with Philosopher's Stone bullets at the transparent glass.

And Lu Mingfei behind the glass was sitting up silently.

He looked up as if he could see through the isolation panel and see the sky being torn apart. He looked down at his feet and twisted his neck to stare at the researchers behind the resin glass as if he was staring at a flying insect in amber.

This time he saw clearly that every researcher, every expert, every guard and even perhaps every guinea fowl in the safe haven were spirits awakened from the world of the dead.

Their capillaries in Lu Mingfei's irises were pulsating with a deep red hue, and the fluid surging in their arteries was clearly moving along the lines of some alchemical matrix.

These people thought they were awakened souls of the dead, but in fact they themselves were also part of this safe haven. The only exception was Lu Lincheng, whose spirit was complete and perfect, even like a living person.

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, the world was broken into countless overlapping interfaces. Every crack and entrance of the Nibelung opened as gently as the red lips of a lover.

"The target has awakened! Activate emergency plan!" A special agent from the safe haven knocked over the sedative cart outside the operating room door, rushed to the corner, lifted the myopic baffle, and screwed out a six-digit password on the mechanical dial underneath.

Lu Mingfei tilted his head. His pupils had not yet completely burned, but a hint of confusion appeared in the depths of his dark pupils.

He propped himself up and stood up. The operating table behind him collapsed into metal petals. The flying alloy fragments formed a thorny and hideous whirlwind around him.

Pale scales were spreading from the man's neck to his heart, and scarlet steam was oozing out from the bottom of each gap between the scales. It was Lu Mingfei's blood being evaporated by his extremely high body temperature.

The ceiling of the operating room suddenly flipped over under the action of a mechanical transmission device, and the ceiling that was originally inlaid with incandescent lights now became a killing array dotted with black gun muzzles.

The dazzling flames were like the breath of a fire dragon. In an instant, the vision of the guards and special forces was completely obscured by the gunfire and smoke bursting out from behind the resin glass.

An extremely dense metal storm immediately submerged Lu Mingfei. The gun barrels locked together by high-strength alloys rotated like the rudders of a clock. In the coverage area of ​​dozens of square meters, at least hundreds of heavy machine gun muzzles were exposed, and all the muzzles were automatically pointed at the figure immersed in the flames. Bullets were unleashed like a violent storm, and the gunshots were as deafening as thunder.

A similar metal storm system had appeared in the shadow wall layer of Genji Heavy Industries. Hundreds of thousands of metal projectiles helped the executive bureau cadres who were responsible for guarding the building at the time to withstand the attack of hundreds of snake-like Deadpools.

This is the highest achievement of mankind's metal weapon array after the failure of the electronic control system. Up to 50,000 bullets can be fired per minute and immediately whizz towards everything in the room.

Theoretically, in this not-so-large operating room, there would be at least thousands of bullets hitting it directly per square meter per second. No bulletproof facility in the world could withstand such intense firepower. Even the hard dragon scales would be torn to pieces in an instant and burned to ashes.

But Lu Mingfei's shadow remained standing steadily in the smoke and fire, his pupils burning with a light far more dazzling than the tracer bullets continuously fired from the muzzle of a heavy machine gun, and comparable to the fusion reaction on the surface of the sun.

Some people watched this scene in horror, muttering "Oh God"; others trembled with devotion, with the glow of faith in their eyes.

Lu Mingfei just lowered his head and stared at his palm. Now that hand had been replaced by a huge, sharp claw blade, and the pale scales swayed in the fire that came out of his body, like a scallop swaying with the water flow in the tide.

He clenched his fist slowly, and the safe haven seemed to suddenly become dark. The advance of the dragons was suddenly blocked, and the world was dead silent. After a moment, the dragons roared towards the sky, and the sound waves shook the foundation of Nibelung.

Then Lu Mingfei exhaled, and the gravity field of the entire floor suddenly reversed. All the mechanical facilities failed at this moment, rivets were unscrewed, mortise and tenon joints were dislocated, and the expansion screws that were nailed in place broke. Every trap and every machine gun seemed to be dismantled by a godly power.

The emergency lights on the ceiling and the special agents were all suspended. Shock and fear were written on everyone's face. Only Pompeii was looking around with horror and interest, like a wizard walking in the epidemic area.

Not even a single bullet hit Lu Mingfei's body. They left scorch marks in the air but remained still three inches in front of his eyebrows. Fire flowed in all directions on the transparent field. Brass bullets exploded slightly one after another and then melted. The philosopher's stones, spiritual elements extracted from this country of the dead, fell to the ground with clinking sounds and turned into a pile of emerald green gravel a few seconds later.

This is an unparalleled miracle. Metal and fire cannot hurt him at all, and the gravity transmitted from the center of the earth becomes a weapon in his hand.

As the little devil said, there are four locks in this world that can completely seal his power, namely earth and mountain, bronze and fire, sky and wind, and ocean and water. Jörmungandr gave up her power and used the blood of the Black King to hatch again, and Norton deprived Constantine of his power and chose to let the throne of the monarch collapse in Six Flags Chicago.

The ultimate authority in the world is opening the door to Lu Mingfei one by one.

He let out a low sigh, and time seemed to stop.

The great sadness reached his soul far before the supreme dignity, and the laughter of the little devil seemed to still linger in his ears.

The long corridor with gravity inversion appeared on the resin glass. Everyone on the corridor had a look of fear on their faces, and the horror in their eyes was like playing a movement from hell; at the same time, it also reflected Lu Mingfei's reflection - he was so hideous and so beautiful, just like the thing that looked like both an angel and a demon when he was completely integrated with Lu Mingze, with the wings made of cracked bones behind him spread out and dripping with blood. And the body that was much more majestic than any moment before was as magnificent as the ink written by God in the sky.

Lu Mingfei's gaze slowly moved across his arm. Every time he looked at an area on the body, the flesh there was torn apart, and fine white scales grew out, like the fluff that had grown in the gaps between the shield-like scales just now.

The combination of bulging muscles and inhuman joints on his body does not look weird at all, but instead makes people feel the beauty of extreme violence.

Only that face, that hard, childlike face, was now silently shedding tears.

The sharp claws slowly rose up and covered the cheek covered by the exoskeleton. No expression could be seen in the majestic pupils, only hot tears flowed silently.

Lu Mingfei felt the absolute power surging in his body. It was something far greater than the White King. Every bit of it had surged through the little devil’s body.

Golden-red tears flowed over his facial bones and knuckles like lava, and a low roar came from the man's vocal cords.

With the building where he was located as the center, the humid air within a radius of hundreds of meters was filled with azure arcs of electricity. Then lightning flashed down from the sky like a waterfall, lasting for a long time. After a moment, the lightning disappeared, and the small red brick building was completely wiped out.

Also wiped out were the souls of the dead that gathered nearby.

Only the pale-faced Lu Lincheng was left.

"Finally, we finally meet." Lu Mingfei's voice sounded like the roar of a bronze bell. When he raised his foot and crushed the ground, a low-intensity earthquake erupted throughout Asia.

Severe pain slowly exploded from his tail vertebrae, and a long pale tail grew, with scales piercing the flesh of the tail like knives.

The steel structure in the ruins collapsed into a silver-shining metal stream under Lu Mingfei's dragon power, swirling up along his toes and condensing into the shape of the Throne of Thorns.

He reached out and touched the suspended molten steel. The lava-like liquid trembled and flowed towards the still elegant and quiet Pompeii like a torrent coming from behind.

"Don't you care about your parents?" Pompey smiled. "We don't have to be enemies. We can share the future world."

"I don't believe in the ambition of a person like you." Lu Mingfei stretched out his hands, and a moment later two blades glowing with dark golden light descended into his palms as if alive.

The seven deadly sins: wrath and jealousy.

"Don't worry about me." Lu Lincheng roared, "He sent the real Alexander Bunin to defend the Final Sanctuary!"

He seemed to be using some forbidden technique, and his middle-aged body was returning to youth. His gray temples suddenly began to grow backwards, but the speed at which the melanin moved back along the hair was ridiculously slow in the eyes of Lu Mingfei and Pompeii.

Pompey waved his hand, and Lu Lin City turned gray like a sculpture, and then turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind.

"Very good, now that you have taken back your own authority you are thinking like us, and only then are you qualified to be my enemy," he said, removing the leather mask from his face.

Lu Mingfei took a long breath, and he just stared at Pompeii's face, which was hung on the mural of Valhalla in his memory, with his golden eyes that had molten lava flowing in the bottom.

The whole world was expanding and contracting with his breathing. A hurricane suddenly blew up in the waters along the northern coast of Siberia, and waves dozens of meters high hit the permafrost that had remained unchanged for thousands of years like a devastating force.

Pompey blew his whistle.

Countless pairs of ferocious golden eyes between heaven and earth looked in their direction at the same time. After spreading their wings, the dragons that covered the sky and the sun stirred up violent elemental turbulence, surrounding the battlefield where a fight between kings was about to break out like the crowd surrounding the audience seats of the Colosseum.

The neighing of horses echoed between the sky and the sea, followed by the sound of majestic horse hooves, as if a giant beast as tall as the sky was approaching.

The eight-legged Pegasus spewed out fragments of lightning from the mouth of the silver mask worn on its face, and stepped out from the waves of the red ocean.

A curved bow and a huge sword were hung on its horse's back. Pompeii climbed onto the horse with a smile. He stroked his face, and Odin's mask was worn on his face.

Odin held the dark golden spear in his hand, drawing a circle of burning light and fire.

"Holy!" he said.

"Holy!" The dragons cheered at the same time.

Lu Mingfei flapped his wings slowly and spread out his five fingers in one direction, as if he wanted to suppress everything in that direction in his palms.

"Death," he whispered.

It was just one word, but it overwhelmed the holy sound of the sea and sky.

The bloody smell washed across the sky like a river from heaven that cleansed the world. The dragons that rose into the sky withered like fallen leaves. They didn't even have time to howl or make any counterattacks before their flesh and blood turned into scarlet powder. Their copper-colored bones were completely blown away by the strong wind that carried the command of absolute death before they even hit the ground.

(End of this chapter)