Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 310 I'll beat you to death!
On the overpass in the rainy night, the Maybach transformed into a black lightning bolt, braving the endless wind and rain to kill the god.

Under the white light, the mountain-like eight-legged celestial horse stood proudly, every hair of its flowing with a crystal-like luster. Its eight iron-like legs were deeply embedded in the ground, and its dark golden hooves plowed the asphalt road with hideous wounds.

The nostrils beneath the metal mask spewed out fine sparks of electricity, and each roar sounded like thunder rolling through the clouds.

The dark figure on horseback remained motionless. Its dark gold armor gleamed faintly in the rain, and its single eye shone like a torch, illuminating every raindrop within a ten-meter radius.

He held a long spear that was bent like a withered tree trunk, the curve of the spear shaft resembling the trajectory of a shooting star across the sky, while two ravens on his shoulders whispered in his ear like gossipy sycophants.

Odin, the father of the gods in Norse mythology.

The name lingered between Chu Zihang's teeth, carrying a rusty, bloody taste.

Golden eyes burned like torches, and memories of that rainy night five years ago flooded back like a tide. It was here that the useless old man launched a fearless charge against the gods, while he could only sit trembling in the passenger seat.

The images from his memory overlapped with reality, causing his temples to throb.

The Maybach's engine roared in its death throes, the tachometer needle piercing the redline. This six-meter-long steel beast was charging toward the divine in a suicidal manner, like a moth drawn to a flame.

The powerful kinetic energy carrying the Maybach was enough to knock over all the carbon-based creatures, but the eight-legged pegasus named Sleipnir did not dodge or evade, its four front hooves raised in the air.

All the rainwater from all around converged and blocked Odin's path, like a waterfall cascading from the sky, a chasm blocking the highway, attempting to recreate the scene five years ago that extinguished the father and son's hopes.

But this time, someone offered a helping hand!

Sitting in the back of the car, Lu Mingfei stared intently ahead, one arm tightly around Erii, the other gently pushing forward as if to caress his lover's cheek.

But right in the rain curtain he was pointing to, space began to distort and collapse.

The incantation called "Judgment" took shape in an instant, transforming into an invisible torrent that crashed through the rain curtain at a speed far exceeding that of a Maybach, carving out a tubular vacuum zone on the torrentially rain-soaked elevated road!

The water wall crumbled the moment it came into contact with this force, just like thin ice being pierced by sunlight!
"boom--!!!"

The water wall constructed by the eight-legged winged horse instantly collapsed, and Sleipnir, who was following closely behind, suddenly faced a judgment that could annihilate him into ashes. The horse's mouth, which spewed lightning, let out a thunderous scream of terror, and deep fear surged in the golden eyes beneath the mask.

Its majestic, raised half-body trembled as it tried to steady itself, lest it throw its rider off. But the terrifying, all-consuming aftershocks of judgment crashed down, threatening to tear the divine steed to shreds.

At this critical moment, Odin, clad in dark gold heavy armor, made his move from horseback.

He raised the dangling spear of destiny, Gungnir, and thrust it forward slowly, as if in slow motion, graceful and unhurried, as if time had stood still around him.

As the gun tip sliced ​​through the air, countless points of light appeared like fireflies, condensing into a dazzling yet deadly meteor shower.

Just as the spearhead passed over the head of the eight-legged celestial horse, countless brilliant points of light condensed into a dark golden comet, trailing a long comet tail, and crashed down in the direction the spearhead was pointing.

The infallible spear, a divine weapon that pierces through destiny, reveals its sharpness at this moment!

Two forces powerful enough to rewrite the rules collided in mid-air.

No sound.

Or rather, the sound has transcended the scope of human hearing.

At the intersection, space twisted eerily, as if it were about to collapse into a black hole.

But both forces were too violent, and neither was willing to yield, so the only solution was to resolve the problem in the most devastating way—by explosion.

“BOOM Boom Boom Boom!!!”

The shock wave spread out in a spherical shape, vaporizing all raindrops in its path.

The space within a radius of fifty meters briefly became a vacuum, and then was filled with air in an even more violent way.

If someone were to observe from a distance, they would see a semi-circular water splash, hundreds of meters in diameter, suddenly bloom on the overpass—a spectacle formed by the simultaneous shattering of hundreds of millions of raindrops.

The terrifying shockwave cracked the ground inch by inch, the ground shook violently, concrete fragments fell like rain, and the sound of twisting and breaking steel bars pierced the rain. The overpass seemed to be on the verge of collapsing at any moment, but Chu Zihang remained unmoved, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white.

The moment the smoke and dust cleared, the deity remained seated on horseback.

But Sleipnir's drooping forelegs were trembling; clearly, even the aftershocks of a battle between gods were too much for it to bear.

Black beasts and white steeds confront each other on the shattered battlefield.

The Maybach charged forward against the violent shockwave, its heavy tires crushing the cracked ground. The white Pegasus seemed to have divine assistance, but the black beast also seemed to be protected by another god. The shattered concrete blocks and terrifying shockwaves along the way failed to harm it in the slightest, and it charged unabated toward the figure riding the Pegasus ahead.

In the passenger seat, Fingel's expression had changed from tension to excitement. He gripped the handle on the roof with one hand and held up a handheld DV camera with the other, faithfully recording the famous scene of mortals crashing into the throne of God.

The hundred-meter distance passed in the blink of an eye. Almost the instant the storm burst apart and was about to reform, the black beast rushed to the eight-legged celestial horse.

The deity, seated atop a tall horse, opened his single eye, his gaze sweeping over the murderous-looking youth in the driver's seat before finally settling on the boy carrying his sister who had casually shattered the rain with a single blow.

"Roar--"

The eight-legged celestial horse roared to the sky, its four thick, pillar-like hind legs suddenly exerting force, leaping over the roof of the Maybach like a soaring dragon. Its massive body cast a shadow on the ground, completely covering it.

The horse, wielding its imposing presence, had not yet displayed the disdain of a higher being for mechanical creations. Below, the Maybach's electrically controlled panoramic sunroof silently slid open, revealing a pair of golden eyes, more dazzling than any god's, gazing upwards.

In an instant, the immense terror of life and death gripped the eight-legged celestial horse, causing it to tremble all over.

It writhed wildly, its mountain-like body trying to escape the deathly gaze, its metal armor clashing against each other with a deafening roar.

But it's too late.

"boom!"

The dull, cracking sound was particularly jarring in the rainy night. The eight horse legs were like bamboo sections being twisted by an invisible giant hand. Large plumes of blood mist gushed from the gaps in the armor. Sleipnir let out a dying moan as pieces of internal organs mixed with blood poured out from his abdomen, forming a shocking blood stream on the road.

Losing his target, Chu Zihang jerked the steering wheel, and the Maybach executed a beautiful drift, completing a 180-degree turn just before crashing into the tollbooth. The tires screeched violently against the ground, emitting a teeth-grinding screech, and blue smoke rose into the air.

"boom!"

As soon as the car came to a stop, Chu Zihang pushed open the door and got out. He drew the demon sword Murasame from the door and stepped into the rain, gazing at the burly figure in the distance wearing a cloak.

"Odin! I've come to find you!"

The corpse of the eight-legged pegasus lay by the roadside. This creature, which had stepped out of mythology, had been judged and dismembered. Now, it could only be maintained in its approximate form by the armor it wore. The flesh beneath the armor had been pulverized and was flowing on the ground with blood.

The gods, stripped of their mounts and relegated to the mortal realm, remained unmoved.

Odin watched all of this in silence.

Gungnir in his hand swept across the ground, igniting a raging inferno. The flames spread along the stream of blood, greedily licking the remains of the Pegasus, turning the mythical creature's corpse into a towering torch.

Odin stood amidst the firelight, his gaze slightly lowered, a mixture of loneliness and majesty emanating from him. The god's silhouette appeared even more solitary, the eyes of his bronze mask gleaming with a molten light. His tattered cloak billowed in the heat, and the firelight vaporized the torrential rain into mist. He stood in the ocean-like mist, coldly gazing at the boy who had once escaped his grasp.

A flock of crows circled overhead, cawing shrilly as if chanting a doomsday lament.

Two ravens perched on Odin's shoulders took flight, circling high above the tollbooth. Their golden eyes stared intently at the boy standing in the rain below, their voices sharp and inaudible, like glass scraping against a blackboard.

"You're back! Haha! You're finally back!"

Chu Zihang placed one hand on his knife, ignoring the two ravens above.

They are Odin's messengers, namely Fokin, symbolizing thought, and Wuni, symbolizing memory, but as one can see from the vast flocks of crows in the sky, it is clear that they are not irreplaceable.

"It's noisy."

Lu Mingfei pushed open the back door, and those three simple words struck the two noisy ravens like a thunderbolt.

They suddenly fell silent, their dark bodies plummeting down like kites with broken strings, crashing onto the road with a "bang."

The light in its golden eyes dimmed rapidly, black blood spilled from its beak, and it could no longer make a sound.

It was as if she had really been driven to her death by her own noise.

Two ravens descended from the flock of crows in the sky and landed on Odin's shoulder. His gaze finally shifted from Chu Zihang to Lu Mingfei.

Then the raven on his shoulder spoke again:
"Gaga! You're finally awake! You've finally come!"

The moment the newcomer crow opened its mouth, the entire flock erupted like a lake tossed with a pebble. Thousands of ravens cried out in unison, the sound almost lifting the overpass, and the wind, rain, and forest seemed to echo in response:

"You're finally awake! You've finally come! Hahaha! You're finally awake! You've finally come!"

Lu Mingfei narrowed his eyes slightly. When Chu Zihang appeared, their line was "Come back," but when he appeared, their line was "Wake up." Moreover, the scene was much grander, like a celebration or a mockery.

Either way, he felt very unhappy.

“Eri, one point for every crow.” He glanced at the girl beside him; she was slightly frowning, clearly annoyed by the noisy cawing.

Upon hearing Lu Mingfei's words, her eyes lit up. She then drew the Mikazuki Munechika from her waist, muttering ancient dragon script under her breath. The excitement and obedience on her face faded, replaced by a godlike indifference.

Word Spirit·Judgment!
As the crimson Mikazuki Munechika swung his sword, the torrential rain that had been swirling above the overpass instantly dissipated into mist. An invisible force of destruction, like an eagle striking the sky, unleashed a blood-red storm the moment it crashed into the flock of crows.

Those black lives, like broken records, were shattered in an instant, and black blood rained down from the fog-shrouded sky.

Fingel, holding a DV camera, looked on with a sigh. No matter how many times he watched this scene, it still felt absurd. Were they really the same species?

This is now completely a dragon in human skin.

Black blood rain fell around Odin, vaporizing into mist from the god's flames. An eerie blackness spread through the vast white mist, shrouding the god in an aura of decay.

Considering that Odin also holds the power of death, and Nibelung is essentially the land of the dead, this scene doesn't seem out of place.

Odin held the spear of destiny, his single eye never wavering, fixed on Lu Mingfei.

Gungnir remained motionless in Odin's hand, its single eye fixed on Lu Mingfei. Whether it was Chu Zihang, filled with hatred, Fingel, who seemed carefree but was actually only focused on revenge, or Erii, the fully evolved form, they were all just pawns on a chessboard in his eyes.

Only the seemingly indifferent boy had already stepped out of the game and become the player.

Although he has not yet reclaimed everything he once had, in time, all those who orchestrated this will only be able to look up at his back.

"Why are you looking at your father?" Lu Mingfei noticed Odin's gaze and greeted him warmly.

He had already guessed what Chu Tianjiao was guarding in this city, and he also knew who Odin had left Nibelung here for.

Although I don't know why this old fellow only hid in the shadows and observed for the first eighteen years, I have grown up, and with growth comes change!
"You were the one who ambushed me in France with Deadpool and that blue-faced, fanged beast wearing a wolf mask, weren't you?" Lu Mingfei tilted his head and looked at him. "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Odin remained silent.

"Trying to act all high and mighty without saying a word, huh?" Lu Mingfei sneered. "Fine, I'll pretend to play SM with you later and beat you to a pulp!"

These foul words finally angered the gods. Odin lightly tapped the ground with Gungnir in his hand, and instantly, countless dark shadows slowly rose from the water beneath his feet.

They are draped in black cloaks, wield ancient weapons covered in rust, and have pale, withered hands protruding from their sleeves, with sharp claws at their fingertips. Their skin is covered in fine, bluish-black scales.

In the blink of an eye, an army of dead servants gathered around Odin, countless flickering golden flames shining beneath the hood of his cloak.

At the same time, two giant silver-haired wolves emerged from the mist, their bodies as large as lions and tigers, their long fur standing on end like steel needles.

"More than people, right?"

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei turned to the accompanying photographer beside him and revealed a devilish smile: "I've decided on you. Go, Silver Wolf Fingel!"

Fingel pointed to his nose, his face filled with disbelief: "Really?! I hit Odin?!"

"And what's this 'Silver Wolf' nickname? I don't have such an embarrassing nickname that sounds like it belongs to a male protagonist in a medieval European fantasy story!"

"Odin is mine." The cold light of Murasame's drawn sword cut through the rain. Chu Zihang stood beside the car, the tip of his sword pointing at the figure in the distance wearing a tattered cloak.

The stark white lights of the tollbooth reflected off the blade, making half of his profile look like that of a demon.

Seeing this, Erii naturally turned her attention to the army of dead servants, her Mikazuki Munechika in hand itching to be used: "Sakura, how many points are these?"

“One three-points.” Lu Mingfei hadn’t decided what to exchange the points for yet, but it didn’t matter; she could get whatever she wanted.

Seeing that his opponents were just two wolves, Fingel breathed a sigh of relief, handed the DV camera to Lu Mingfei, turned around, opened the trunk of the Maybach, and pulled out a chainsaw more than a meter long with a twitching eye.

"Junior brother, you call this a firearm?"

“Of course it is!” Lu Mingfei gave a thumbs up. “Go for it, Mr. Fingel von Frings, the chainsaw killer!”

“I prefer the title ‘Flame Dragon Slayer’,” Fingel sighed, then abruptly pulled the chainsaw.

The roar of burning engine oil instantly drowned out the howl of the giant wolf, and the buzzing of the turning chain could drown out all fear!
The Deadpool army surged forward like a tidal wave, only to be instantly met by a crimson blade of light unleashed by Erii.

An invisible force swept across, and the dark figures were cleanly severed in two like straws.

Chu Zihang walked slowly forward, each step creating ripples in the puddles, each ripple seemingly reflecting his past, disheveled escape.

"Junior brother, let me clear the way for you!"

Fingel roared and charged into the rain, chainsaw in hand.

(End of this chapter)