Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 309 Nibelungen Highway 0

Time flies, and before I knew it, it was already evening.

The last rays of the setting sun streamed into the suite through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Lu Mingfei, holding Erii's hand, stood up and said, "We're leaving now."

Old Tang leaned against the doorframe, his eyebrows drooping, his tone tinged with a faint sadness: "Be careful on the road, pay attention to safety."

There's something big happening tonight, but unfortunately he can't participate.

“You too.” Lu Mingfei glanced meaningfully at Longma Xun standing behind Lao Tang, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Hmm?" Fingel suddenly poked his head out from next door, his passive ability as the king of paparazzi activated, and sniffed the air:
"I think I'm smelling some gossip? Did I miss some juicy news?"

"There's nothing there." Old Tang put on a stern face and abruptly changed the subject: "Old Feng, you're older, so keep an eye on those three youngsters. If there's any danger, you have to step up and stand up for them."

"If you want me dead, just say so. Why beat around the bush?" Fingel pointed at him, feeling that the brotherhood they had built up over the past week had come to an end.

Lu Mingfei ignored their bickering and walked hand in hand with Erii toward the elevator.

Chu Zihang was already waiting there, his golf bag slung across his shoulder, looking like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.

After sending Xia Mi back, Chu Zihang locked himself in his room, repeatedly looking through the photos and notes left by his father, and trying to find more fragments of memory from the archives backed up by Shilan Middle School.

Unfortunately, those erased memories are like sand slipping through your fingers; the tighter you hold on, the faster they slip away.

"How are you feeling?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Very good." Chu Zihang's answer was concise and powerful. Beneath his contact lenses, his golden eyes, which never went out, burned with fierce fighting spirit, as if he could already see the moment his blade pierced Odin's single eye.

"Where's Erii? Is she ready?" Lu Mingfei squeezed the girl's soft hand.

"Let's start! Let's start!" Erii, dressed as a shrine maiden, looked excited, her eyes sparkling.

After many days, Sakura is finally going to take her to run dungeons again.

"Ding--"

The elevator doors opened, and Fingel gave Old Tang the middle finger before catching up in a few quick steps.

The stark white lights of the underground parking lot poured down like moonlight, and the six-meter-long Maybach lay quietly in the shadows, its streamlined body gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the lights, like a sleeping black beast.

"boom--"

As Chu Zihang turned the key, the engine emitted a deep roar.

Under the watchful eyes of security guards, the steel behemoth charged out of the parking lot and plunged into the deepening night.

The last rays of the setting sun were completely swallowed up, replaced by the city's dazzling lights.

"Junior brother, where are our weapons?" Fingel searched frantically in the passenger seat, but there wasn't even a fruit knife, let alone a gun, and he couldn't help but get nervous.

We can't really let him fight Deadpool hand-to-hand with his iron fists, can we?
"The weapons are in the trunk, you can choose whichever you like later." Lu Mingfei opened the golf bag, and three famous swords gleamed coldly in the dimly lit car: Chu Zihang's Murasame, his Ama no Kusanagi, and Erii's Mikazuki Munechika.

He placed the Murasame sword into the car door next to the driver's seat, the scabbard making a crisp sound as it struck the metal.

"Do you have firearms?" Fingel asked eagerly.

“Yes, brothers, yes.” Lu Mingfei gave a mysterious smile.

For some reason, when Fingel saw his smile, he suddenly felt uneasy.

Your brother just got to know you this afternoon, so you can't play tricks on him.

Dark clouds gradually gathered, and raindrops began to patter against the car window. At first, it was just a few scattered drops, but soon they joined together.

Dense raindrops splashed into tiny water droplets on the windshield. Chu Zihang turned on the wipers, and his expressionless, icy face was faintly reflected in them.

He had a premonition that the gates of the Nibelungen would open tonight.

"Buzz-"

His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was his mother calling. He was a little surprised that she would contact him at this time.

Driving a two-ton black beast at breakneck speed through the rainy night with one hand, he answered the phone: "Hello, Mom, what's wrong?"

The icy voice softened instantly. Even the sharpest sword would soften before a mother.

"Hehe, Mom doesn't know why, but I suddenly really wanted to hear your voice, so I called you."

Su Xiaoyan's voice was a little coquettish, and there were a few teasing "Oh my" sounds from her friends around her, but these teasing sounds had no effect on her at all, and instead only fueled her arrogance.

After all, everyone knows that her son Zihang is exceptionally outstanding.

"I hope calling you so early didn't disturb your sleep?" It was a bit noisy on Su Xiaoyan's end; she couldn't tell if she was in a restaurant or a bar, as she couldn't hear the faint engine roar over the phone.

"No." Chu Zihang's eyes softened a bit. Although his mother's reason was a bit nonsensical, it was precisely the most primal, completely instinctive concern from a mother.

Even someone as absent-minded as her could sense that her child was going to do something big tonight, and she even called to ask about it.

"Do we have class today?" Normally, the routine conversation between mother and son would end here, but today Su Xiaoyan couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

"Yes, I will." Chu Zihang lied without changing his expression.

"Remember to eat breakfast and don't exercise on an empty stomach."

"Ah."

"How's your revision going? Are you confident about the final exam?"

"is acceptable."

"Do you want Mom to book your flight back to China?"

"The school will make arrangements."

"Oh, that's good." Hearing her beloved son's calm voice as always, Su Xiaoyan felt at ease.

After giving her a few simple instructions, she hung up the phone, satisfied. Chu Zihang's murderous intent, which had been boiling over due to their proximity to the elevated road, gradually subsided.

"Junior brother, it's really enviable that your mom cares about you so much." Fingel sighed from the side. Although Chu Zihang didn't turn on speakerphone, those who know about mixed races understand that at such close range, it's impossible to hide anything.

“Unlike my mom, who only shows maternal love for one day every time I go back home, and then starts asking me when I’m going back to school the next morning.”

I really want to know how to prolong the shelf life of a mother's love so that I can always be my mother's most beloved baby.

Chu Zihang didn't know how to comment, so he could only give a soft "hmm".

Lu Mingfei and Erii, sitting in the back row, were genuine left-behind children, lacking the rich experience of being loved they had. However, in Lu Mingfei's heart, Su Xiaoyan had long been like a mother to him, so he didn't feel particularly moved at this moment.

"If you want to prolong the shelf life of maternal love, you can take the lead role later and lightly break two arms, three legs, or a few ribs, and I guarantee your mom will stay by your side every step of the way."

“Then forget it.” Fingel decisively chose to abandon maternal love.

The rain intensified, and large raindrops pounded on the car roof, creating a dense drumbeat sound.

Rainwater meandered along the glass, like countless tiny snakes swimming.

The streetlights in the distance became blurred in the rain, their halos spreading out to form hazy circles of light.

Chu Zihang turned up the wiper frequency. The visibility ahead was getting lower and lower, but the outline of the elevated road was already clearly visible.

A thin mist hung over the ramps leading to the elevated road, and road signs standing beside the ramps were obscured by tree branches.

Lu Mingfei sat up straight, his eyes filled with amusement.

He had originally intended to try the method he'd learned from Aze—the way to force his way into Nibelungen—but Odin hadn't expected him to be so sensible. Erii gripped her treasured sword, Mikazuki Munechika, her face pressed against the carriage window, her eyes fixed intently on the outside.

Following her gaze, one could see a blurry figure vaguely emerging from the thin mist beneath the rain, standing motionless by the roadside.

"Is it a person or a ghost?" Fingel also noticed the shadow, but couldn't see the legs standing on the ground.

Chu Zihang accelerated slightly, and as the distance closed, the outline of the figure gradually became clearer.

It was a person wearing an old cloak, with his head bowed, rain dripping from the brim of his hat.

When the car lights shone on him, the cloaked man slowly raised his head.

In that instant, everyone saw its face clearly.

Or rather, you realize it doesn't have a face at all.

Where facial features should be, there is only a smooth blank space.

Chu Zihang slammed on the gas pedal, and the Maybach shot off like an arrow.

Just as they were about to collide with the figure, it dissipated like a reflection in water, clearly just a mirage.

Fingel was highly focused, using his paparazzi instincts, and in the instant he entered the fog, he clearly saw the words "Highway 0" written on the road sign next to him, which was obscured by tree branches.

He had investigated before coming here and found that such a highway did not exist in the city at all.

In the rearview mirror, the scattered mist recombines, and the faceless man's figure is reassembled. He turns around and silently watches the Maybach roar away with his smooth, mirror-like face, bowing deeply.

The road we came by has vanished, the city's myriad lights have been replaced by eternal darkness, and only torrential rain remains, enveloping the world.

"What's this, some kind of show of force?" Fingel muttered.

“No, this is an invitation.” Lu Mingfei stroked the jade-like Kusanagi sword, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"An invitation? Is this a trap?!" Fingel's voice changed.

They hadn't eaten yet tonight, and were just waiting to finish this job so they could have a good meal. Little did they expect that Odin would be so thoughtful as to prepare a feast.

I just don't know if this main course is for him or for the four of them.

Chu Zihang's gaze was fixed on the road ahead, where the rain was pouring down, almost forming a curtain of water.

"Click——"

With a soft click, the car stereo played a soul-stirring melody.

"Daily Growing" by the Irish band Altan, the man's last wish before he departs.

“The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green,

Many is the time my true love I've seen,

Many an hour I have watched him all alone…”

As the melodious music played, Chu Zihang held his breath and focused intently.

He was waiting, waiting for the dense knocking to begin.

The horde of undead that roam the Nibelungen Viaducts would come charging like wild dogs, tearing apart the prey their master had his eye on, and driving it into their master's hunting grounds with their sharp teeth and claws.

But tonight, the roles of hunter and prey are destined to be reversed!
As Chu Zihang calculated the distance bit by bit, the incessant nagging of his unreliable, good-for-nothing father echoed in his ears, arguing with him about topics that only worsened their relationship every time they were brought up.

He still remembers yelling at that man, "All you do is give birth, not raise them! Children raised by others will become less and less like you!"

The man could only stammer in defense, "I...I thought so too..."

At that very moment, the Deadpools swarmed around, and for the first time, Chu Zihang saw a chilling expression on his father's face that he had never seen before.

But soon, the look of reminiscence in his eyes vanished.

It wasn't because the Deadpool that always appeared in my midnight dreams had finally revealed itself, but because there were several cloaked corpses lying on the road ahead, and dried black bloodstains were faintly visible on the rain-soaked road surface under the headlights.

"Click!"

The Maybach's wheels rolled over the bones on the ground, making a teeth-grinding sound, and the vibrations of the car body were crystal clear.

"What is this? Deadpool can stage accidents too?" Fingel stared wide-eyed at the scattered corpses, tire tracks, and drag marks along the way.

"If they were capable of staging accidents, they would have jumped up and punctured the tires with their claws when the car ran over them." Lu Mingfei's gaze fell on the wreckage on the ground, realizing that these must be the Dead Servants that Chu Zihang and Chu Tianjiao had encountered.

Chu Zihang nodded, which confirmed his judgment.

"Where did you encounter Odin?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Tollbooth," Chu Zihang said.

In the pitch-black Nibelungen, there were no lights, the streetlights were black, the moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the only light came from the headlights of the Maybach.

The four of them were like a lone boat sailing on a turbulent sea, with no distinction between east and west, only front and back.

However, the hound-like Deadpool did not appear along the way. Just when Chu Zihang was puzzled and Lu Mingfei was wondering why Odin's usual entrance style had changed, finally, there was a sound from the sky other than the sound of rain.

"quack--"

"quack--"

The clear cawing of crows echoed from the top of the Maybach, alternating between left and right, and could be heard clearly.

Chu Zihang immediately thought of the two ravens perched on Odin's shoulder.

"It's him!"

The moment Chu Zihang realized who was waiting ahead, his eyes flashed with golden light, and he suddenly increased the car's speed, the intense push pressing Fingel firmly against the back of the seat.

Lu Mingfei and Erii remained unaffected, both watching the two ravens circling outside the window. They were almost blending into the night, with only their crimson-gold pupils sparkling like stars.

A speed reduction sign flashed by on the side of the road, indicating that there was a toll station one kilometer ahead, and then bright white lights emerged from the darkness.

One after another, the streetlights lit up, illuminating the dark road like dominoes.

The stark white lights pierced the rain, illuminating the lonely outline of a tollbooth.

In the light, like the gates of a divine kingdom wide open, the silhouette of an eight-legged celestial horse appears and disappears, as if it has thunder in its mouth and is roaring with a deep and resounding neigh.

"Hurry up!"

Chu Zihang's low growl was drowned out by the roar of the engine.

“Boom, boom, boom, boom—!!!”

The Maybach's engine roared deafeningly, and the tachometer needle hurtled toward the redline.

With its twelve-cylinder engine unleashing its full potential, this specially modified steel beast hurtled toward the tollbooth at nearly 300 kilometers per hour.

On the windshield, raindrops were smashed into fine mist, which then instantly vaporized in the oncoming gale.

Finger instinctively grabbed the handle on the roof, his knuckles turning white from the force. Lu Mingfei pulled Erii into his arms, holding her firmly in place.

Chu Zihang's eyes flashed with golden light, and he stepped on the gas pedal to the floor!
At this moment, his figure perfectly overlapped with that of the man who had clashed with the throne of God five years ago!

(End of this chapter)