Lu Mingfei Development Program

Chapter 530 Disguise
The black train was moving quickly along the track, its body shaking as if a ferocious beast was running wildly in the carriage.

Xizel clung to the car body, crawling on his stomach, moving forward against the strong wind and the low temperature on the car body. He found a tightly closed car door and stared at it silently, with golden meaning in his purple eyes again.

All the safety devices that Minerva had painstakingly designed failed, and the metal cabin opened silently, as if welcoming their king. When César stepped into the train, all the lights in the carriage lit up, stretching his thin shadow very long.

Looking around the interior of the carriage, César silently stared at the "cargo" carried by this train - black coffins preserved at low temperatures.

These coffins were long and hexagonal, made entirely of metal, and were so heavy that they didn't look like funeral tools, but rather some kind of sealing tools. There were also snake-like twisted patterns on them, forming a complex holy emblem.

In some places, there is a custom of casting coffins with cast iron. However, this is not for the buried person to rest in peace, but to prevent the person in the coffin from breaking open the coffin and climbing out.

Xizel stood in front of the coffin, stroking the cold coffin, golden eyes appeared in his eyes, and he gave the order to open it again.

The coffins were not opened immediately, and he was not in a hurry. Through his experiments, he found that the higher the grade of the metal, the longer it would take him to issue an order. The metal used in these black coffins was quite high-grade, otherwise it would not be able to suppress the things inside, and what Xizel was doing now was to unseal the coffins.

The heavy metal coffin was opened and the temperature inside the carriage dropped significantly.

Although he had used it many times, Xizel was still amazed by the ability to give orders directly to metal. This was an ability that almost all mechanics, including those top mechanics of the Minerva Agency, dreamed of.

However, this is still far inferior to the ability to directly give orders to fate.

The Iron Devil lay in a coffin covered with frost, ferocious yet elegant, an absolutely violent weapon. Xizel sighed faintly, it was the Seraph, the strongest armored corps, the real Seraph Knights.

There were knights in the armor, but they were in a deep sleep. César did not wake up the knights to question their plans. According to Dasmond, their leader had already betrayed them, and no matter what plans they had originally made, they were now useless.

After closing the coffin, César turned around and walked towards the front carriage. There were many carriages in these two trains, and he already knew where the person he wanted to see was. When the riot broke out in the carriage, he heard someone shouting the name of the person he was looking for.

The riot in the car did not end with César's arrival. It was like a lion released from a cage, still ramming into the car. Strangely, no one in the long car came out to check the situation.

César knew that besides those Seraphim, there were other living people on this train.

This train and the Seraphs need maintenance, and those insane mechanics from the Minerva Agency will not come out unless the entire train is blown up.

Xizel stopped in front of the destination. The roar behind the door became more and more piercing. This was the source of the riot. The hatch in front of him opened silently. The Iron Devil, who seemed to be out of control, turned around silently and looked at the thin intruder.

The intruders did not bring any weapons, and their clothes were wet from the cold air. But even so, the Knights among the Seraphim were still stunned, as if it was even more incredible than seeing those Seraphim coming out of the coffin.

He stopped the destruction and locked the door he was destroying from the inside to prevent people outside from ruining this long-awaited reunion.

"Xizel...you are still alive." A young boy's voice came from the Seraph. Just by listening to the voice, it can be seen that the knight is just a boy of similar age to Xizel.

Xizel raised his head and looked at the Seraph: "It's me, Rundstedt. They didn't kill me, they just drove me out of Florence and sent me to Marston."

The Seraph's visor opened, and the handsome but thin white-haired boy smiled sincerely: "That's great, I should have known that you, who came back from Ceylon and destroyed several blocks of Florence, would not die so easily."

The Knight King, who was famous in the Western world and the dream lover of almost every girl, was actually just a child. It was not surprising to think about it. The Blazing Iron Cavalry was a knight group composed of the best boys.

He did not ask how César came here, how he knew he was here, or why he came here to see him. He also did not explain why he was crazy and destroyed this place, but simply immersed himself in the joy of meeting his old friend again.

It seems that if these things are not mentioned, no one will remember them.

Xizel sighed faintly: "You haven't asked me why I came here."

He had been expelled from the Seraph Knights and even believed to be dead. He should not have appeared on this train which was so confidential that even being seen was not allowed.

The air in the carriage became much colder, not because a new Seraph came out of the coffin, but because the white-haired boy in front of César stopped smiling.

"...Does it matter?" Rundstedt sighed quietly, "There is no one else here. I won't tell anyone that you are here."

He looked at César and said calmly: "Just like I didn't stop you in Florence."

"But I have something to ask you." Xi Ze'er's voice was just as calm, "Why did you commit treason?"

"What?" Rundstedt was stunned.

Xizel looked at him, his purple eyes flashing with a faint golden meaning: "Why, do you want to assassinate the Pope? You don't have to rush to refute. I have learned from your ally, Dasmond, that you have committed treason."

This sudden questioning made Rundstedt completely stunned. He was silent for a long time before he said: "I admit that I did commit treason, and I also had a plan to assassinate the Pope..."

He did not deny treason or plans to assassinate the Pope.

Rundstedt suddenly said, "But the assassination of the Pope is a secret between me and another person. Dasmond, he shouldn't have known about it."

Xizel was stunned, and the golden intent in his eyes exploded like flames.

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Dasmond washed his face with cold water, but it did not relieve the headache that had troubled him for several days. Since arriving in Marston, this inexplicable headache has troubled him, making it difficult for him to fall asleep late at night and making him look much more haggard. Looking at himself in the mirror, whose eye sockets were sunken due to lack of sleep, and who looked like a living dead, he wanted to pick up a musket and shoot himself in the head to completely relieve the headache that almost drove him crazy.

He couldn't do it. He hadn't gotten the Seraph from Rundstedt yet, and hadn't traded with Chu Shunhua yet. He couldn't...

Dasmond was suddenly stunned. Chu Shunhua? What does his deal with Rundstedt have to do with him?
Dasmond did think of considering Chu Shunhua as one of his future buyers. After all, there were not many people in this world who were capable of taking on the hot potato of Seraph, and Chu Shunhua was definitely one of them.

However, he was not qualified to have a direct conversation with the Great Xia Dragon Bird. Although he was doing well in the Satanic sect and was at the top of the wanted list of the Inquisition, it still did not change the fact that he was just a wanted criminal.

Chu Shunhua is a dragon bird, a being that is both a dragon and a phoenix. Such a person might be interested in things like Seraph, but he would never buy from someone like him who has a bad reputation and looks like a liar and a heretic.

The Satanic Cult is a heresy that everyone hates in the West. Their attacks on Messianic believers have made Westerners hate them. In the East, their reputation is just as bad.

Because the witches of the East, those women called miko, will not abuse their power. Their leader, Xingjian, believes that the reason they have such power is that God requires them to protect something.

They are hostile to the Satanists who abuse the power of witches, while the latter laugh at them. The power of witches can overthrow the rule of the Messiah Holy Church, but the Orientals hide such power. Perhaps this is why the East is so suppressed by the West.

Under such words, the Satanist sect has successfully become a target of public condemnation in the East.

In short, Dasmond lacked the channel to communicate with Chu Shunhua, and the other party would not take a second look at him just because he had the Seraph armor.

Therefore, another purpose of Dasmond's deal with Rundstedt this time was to become a peerless criminal, so that the whole world would know his name and let this dragon bird look up to them.

...But these have nothing to do with Chu Shunhua. Why does he exist in my memory?

"Don't doubt yourself." The one-eyed man in the mirror suddenly said, "The memory I gave you is the absolute truth. There is no need to doubt it. Just do what you should do."

Dasmond was stunned for a moment. The one-eyed man... no, the one-eyed god. The witch he brought with him, the creator and punisher of Yingluo. Sometimes, he would often forget that this great being was actually watching her all the time.

Odin, Lu Mingfei was right, the one who created the witch Yingluo was Odin. But perhaps even he did not expect that Odin was behind the cultist Dasmond.

The loss of returning to the other world this time was far beyond Odin's expectations. Lucrecia, the rebellious kitten, rejected him and used her meowing to lure Lu Mingfei, the lion, over.

Half of his body was severely damaged, which was an injury that Odin could not underestimate. His fusion with the wind angel was torn apart, and the latter was severely injured and fell into shutdown, unable to be awakened in a short time.

Unless the last of the trinity arrived, their failure was inevitable. And Yingluo was one of the best candidates before Lucrecia appeared.

His punishment for Yingluo was not actually a punishment, but a kind of training. Just like the savior in the Messianic Church who returned to heaven after suffering. Odin also wanted Yingluo to become the saint he needed after experiencing suffering.

But he failed. Whether he destroyed the country Yingluo belonged to, broke all her joints like a puppet and put them together again, or almost drained all her blood...

Yingluo accepted all of this silently, like a puppet on the stage, accepting the fate he arranged for her. Until Lu Mingfei appeared, she thought she had escaped his control.

However, he had been watching and successfully deceived the boy who was more like dusk than a lion... along with the useless Son of God who he depended on.

Odin was not happy to have deceived the person who had caused him serious injury. Lucrecia came into this world as he wished, but she returned to the boy.

Under such circumstances, it was impossible for her to return to his side again. The failure of Yingluo, who served as her replacement, made things worse for him. This made Odin doubt that if fate really existed, then when he chose to confront that boy, he had already been abandoned by fate.

However, he is the king who gallops across the sky, the master of the sky and all things!

In the mirror, Odin's eyes flickered with a faint light. In fact, in addition to Lucrecia, there are other saints who have completed their mission.

However, Lucrecia, who had his blood, was undoubtedly the most suitable for him. With her participation in the Trinity, he would occupy a large proportion in it. On the other hand, if it was the almost forgotten saint, it would be the wind angel.

Odin did not want to contact the forgotten saint unless it was necessary. Besides putting himself at a disadvantage, the son who was protecting her would be useless.

The conflict between the two worlds completely shattered the arrangement of the Creator of this world. In the original world, as proof of the contract between man and God, the boy might have a seat in the sky.

But now, the creator of the Iron Ones has fallen silent, just like their father, the Dragon King.

Regardless of whether the boy was once expected by the Creator, no one cares about him now... However, this is not a reason for Odin to despise him, not to mention that he also has the Dragon Heart.

Odin also didn't know what would happen to the boy after his only comfort was taken away. Would the dragon's heart run wild and turn the world into hell? Or would it remain silent and bring dusk early?

Unfortunately, Odin now has no choice. He needs to become the only one immediately, even if the wind angel will occupy a large proportion of the trinity.

In the Messianic Church, including the scriptures of another world, there is no distinction between the high and low Trinities. However, no one can achieve such a Trinity.

After leaving the bathroom, Dasmond turned his head and his golden eyes were fixed on the window, where the girl was curled up in the arms of a slightly older girl, worrying about her missing brother.

Adele suddenly felt a little uneasy, and prayed to the holy emblem in the church for her brother who was nowhere to be found.

(End of this chapter)