Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Chapter 601 587. Father and Son

Countless golden eyes appeared in the darkness around the hovercraft.

Lu Mingfei knew that there were only three ways to enter Nibelungen. One was to use the word spirit called the key; another was that the owner who created Nibelungen was about to return to his country; the last possibility was that a certain existence issued an order to the Land of the Dead, and this space had to obey his orders.

Lu Mingfei had seen the key use his words in the underwater bronze city of the Three Gorges, and he knew that in order to make it work, he had to find the real entrance to Nibelung.

They were just flying around meaninglessly in the storm like flies, and there was no way they could happen to walk to the door of this space.

Obviously, no matter what possible angle, Eva could not be the one who created the Nibelungen that housed the safe haven.

Then there is only one possibility left. Just as she said, if the king wants to visit the territory of a minister, the minister has no choice but to obey respectfully.

Being able to command the Nibelungen hidden in the illusion to appear in reality, it was obvious that Eva's title had been confirmed. But at this moment, the hellhounds with dragon blood flowing in their bodies were not afraid of the majesty of the king, and they still surrounded them in a close and coordinated manner, just like a pack of wolves preparing to hunt a moose.

Lu Mingfei gently tapped the side of the seven deadly sins box, and the locks popped open one by one. The box opened into a fan shape, and from top to bottom, from rage to lust, every black and gold sword was humming.

No one on this hovercraft had a similar experience, and Lu Mingfei had no way to find someone to confirm it, but he knew that there was a situation where dragon subspecies or pure-blooded dragons with lower bloodline crowns would rebel against the will of the king.

That means there is another king behind them, or it is even possible that the hellhounds were originally in a huge area called "The King's Attendant".

Regardless of whether Lu Lincheng and Qiao Weini are in the Nibelungen in front of him, at least Lu Mingfei can be sure that what is waiting for him ahead is not only the truth but also huge danger.

At this moment, rows of bright lights suddenly appeared in the shadow of the towering copper pillar standing in the center of the building complex. Each point of light was dazzlingly scattered in a cross shape. Dozens or hundreds of lights converged into a river of fire, and it looked like crazy flashing fireflies connecting end to end in a summer flower field.

The spots of light were approaching, and the powerful spotlights on the snowmobiles from the safe haven were cutting across large tracts of barren snow.

The surroundings were illuminated, and the air mattress that Lu Mingfei and the others were riding on whimpered and turned off its engine. Everyone on the boat was ready for battle, even Bunin, who didn't even have a bloodline, trembling as he took off the safety of the Glock pistol he had been carrying with him.

The hellhounds that followed the hovercraft like ghosts were also illuminated.

It was indeed a subspecies of the Canidae family, with dark gold eyes and mottled scales all over its body. Fine bristles grew in the gaps between the scales, and its face was uneven, as if there was no flesh and blood but only bones. However, the muscles under the scales were twisted and tangled like a group of winding snakes, and its latissimus dorsi muscles rose and fell like the tide when it lunged forward.

This kind of thing is simply not a product of the existing ecosystem on Earth. Even the alien species raised in the academy pale in comparison to it.

Based on the Dragon Blood Mastiffs, Haven further modified and genetically upgraded them. These Hellhounds had limb deformities similar to those of the Immortals, some grew long tails like scorpion-tailed lions that were extremely poisonous and stinging, some grew huge wings on their backs, and some were almost another species, with protruding and split mouths, and the upper and lower jaws could be separated to almost 180 degrees, shaped like giant pythons.

"The guy commanding these beasts is still using the same technology we used many years ago. He just made some improvements on the genetic ratio, but in the end he still uses electric collars to control the behavior of hellhounds." Bunin hid himself in the shadow behind the porthole so that the sniper outside would not be able to aim at him with a sniper scope.

In fact, it was not just the Soviet special forces back then. Almost all organizations that had used dragon blood subspecies in actual combat, including the Secret Party, used electrified collars to control the subspecies and monitor their behavior.

But the situation was critical at the moment and no one argued with Bunin.

"Junior brother, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill them all?" Eva leaned against the window glass and looked outside. Her eyes were wide open, and the snowy field illuminated by the strong spotlight was reflected in her pair of bright blue pupils.

"Can it disable their weapons?"

"You're kidding. Do you think this place is really a science fiction movie? Even a random rifle has to be unlocked through the Internet... People use semi-automatic rifles or fully automatic rifles. Just pulling the bolt can shoot the bullet into your heart. You can also choose between continuous fire and burst fire modes. It depends on how you want to die." Eva's voice gradually became more and more dog-like.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and looked over suspiciously: "Senior sister, have you been staying with Finger since you left Hefei? Why do I feel like you are gradually getting closer to him when you talk?"

"Nonsense, he had already returned to the college when I arrived in Cuba. The vice president couldn't control those old foxes on the board of directors, so it was reasonable to ask his paparazzi to go back and help." Eva put her hands on her hips, "Why don't you meet me before leaving? If I hadn't monitored his personal emails all these years, I would have suspected that this guy had found a mistress outside."

"Although I'm very interested in Finkel's gossip, now is really not the time... Anyway, don't do anything extreme. I'll go negotiate with them." Lu Mingfei raised his hands and sighed.

If Lu Lincheng was working in the safe haven, then Qiao Weini would also be here. Since there was this relationship, Lu Mingfei would be more confident in convincing the soldiers blocking the road to let them in.

A huge sound swept over from the direction of the snowmobile formation. Lu Mingfei's heart moved slightly and he suddenly raised his head.

A man was shouting at them through a loud speaker, "Unknown vehicle, this is the Beiyang Coastal Station of the Sixth Army of the Russian Far East Military District. You have invaded a restricted military zone. Immediately put down your weapons, raise your hands, and get out of the vehicle! We guarantee the safety of everyone and promise not to use force first!"

First it was Russian, then English, and finally Chinese, the three languages ​​were shouted alternately.

"Moscow only has five army groups in the Far East, and the military district commander and I are old friends." Bunin looked at Lu Mingfei.

Obviously, when the Doomsday Cult was building the safe haven, they had already considered that some reckless adventurers might accidentally break into the Nibelungen. Even if someone investigated, they would find that there are records about the safe haven in the Moscow archives, and it is indeed the base of the so-called Sixth Army.

Lu Mingfei nodded: "I'll go."

"I'll go with you." Chu Zihang said.

The two looked at each other, and Lu Mingfei touched Ling's hair beside him. "Take good care of Sister Mai," he said.

"Um."

Two men walked down the hovercraft with swords on their backs and their hands raised. The air they exhaled from their mouths and noses immediately turned into white mist.

"We come from..." Lu Mingfei hadn't even finished his words when an extremely dangerous aura completely enveloped them from top to bottom.

The wind and snow twisted into spirals wrapped in strong airflows amid the vibration of the metal honeycomb, and countless flames rising from the ground were reflected in Chu Zihang's golden eyes.

"They have no intention of negotiating at all!" Chu Zihang's breath condensed into white frost, and then white mist rose from his body. The black Junyan wrapped him like armor.

Murasame stepped back, drew his sword, and the cold light of the three-inch sword illuminated the wrinkles between the man's brows.

Inside the hovercraft, Eva suddenly pressed her temples, her blue hair like the tide fluttering without wind: "Bombs! Hypersonic orbital shells!" She clenched her fists, and a force immediately threw everyone in the cabin under the bulletproof seats.

The next second, the porthole glass suddenly exploded into dazzling diamond dust. The dust, which was sparkling with dazzling light, was blocked by a layer of transparent air wall as it sprinkled towards Jiude Mai like water droplets.

Then a scream that was beyond the hearing threshold swept through the cabin.

The Word Spirit. Jiaoge, serial number 65, can allow the user to release high-frequency or infrasonic waves. When honed to the extreme, it can cause nervous disorders and hallucinations in the victim, and even cause dizziness and cardiac arrest.

Susie's eardrums were bleeding, but she immediately got up and stared at the figure that was still clear in the wind and snow.

The safe haven is essentially a military fortress, and Eva's suggestion to just blow them up is actually correct.

Lu Mingfei's prediction was wrong, the other party had no intention of negotiating with them at all.

Fortunately, an invisible field covered Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang in time, and those powerful shells had no effect on them at all.

In fact, the metal debris was unable to penetrate the hovercraft. Susie's Word Spirit Sword Control controlled the high-speed shrapnel in time, and it was the shock wave and sound wave that shattered the glass.

——Chu Zihang looked in horror at the strong light that was getting closer and closer and the figure standing in the strong light.

That was clearly a middle-aged man who looked 70% similar to Lu Mingfei, and it was as if the junior fellow apprentice had suddenly aged 20 years.

A pack of hellhounds surrounded him as he walked towards them. Those terrifying dragon-blooded creatures were as docile as lambs, with religious fanaticism dancing in their dark golden eyes.

"Dad." Lu Mingfei could only utter a hoarse whisper from his throat. The man in his memory who would hold him in his arms and sit on the edge of a rice field to identify the constellations in the night sky was now looking at them with eyes that were rational and almost cold.

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Lu Lincheng's military boots crushed the compacted snow under his feet. He stared at Lu Mingfei, as if he couldn't believe it, as if he was relieved, and as if it was indeed the case.

The blizzard suddenly stopped.

The snowflakes falling from the center of the sky hovered in the air, like countless translucent swords forged from ice crystals.

Lu Lincheng raised his hand and lightly tapped the void. The stagnant snowflakes and ice crystals suddenly burst into white dust one by one. It was another application of the Word Spirit. Dust-free Land when it was tempered to the extreme. The air in the field suddenly collapsed, exerting heavy pressure from all directions on the surface of objects, crushing them into powder.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly. He had only seen similar methods on Percy.

The man used the realm of the Dustless Land to simply erect a barrier above them to prevent the snow from falling.

In the brief silence, no one felt the joy of reunion after a long separation, nor was there the long-lost warmth that reconnected the father and son.

"What was the name of the girl you loved most when we lived in the compound?"

Lu Lincheng's voice was gentle yet a little hoarse, seemingly no different from the past, steady, with no great ups and downs, always reassuring and convincing. That kind of clear and transparent voice was definitely not something that someone who had been doing archaeological work outside for a long time could possess.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and answered subconsciously: "Mingdang, she is actually two years older than me, and she has a younger sister named Danyang who is about the same age as me."

“Why don’t we ever buy you a cake on your birthday?”

This time Lu Mingfei hesitated. The array of snowmobiles was becoming more and more dense. Hundreds of fully armed soldiers were paying attention to their communication and movements with their eyes wide open and their ears pricked up. He sighed in Lu Lincheng's increasingly cold gaze: "Because that day is Mom's Good Friday, you celebrated my birthday ten months in advance. That day is your happy day..."

"Raise your head." Lu Lincheng ordered, "What do your mother and I like to eat the most?"

"Mom likes desserts like macarons, but you seem to be able to eat anything. When I was a kid, I suspected that you would even stew me when you were extremely hungry."

In this confrontation that seemed to have an enormous disparity in strength, the strong lights from all directions exposed every subtle expression of Lu Mingfei to the eyes of hundreds of people. He and Lu Lincheng asked and answered each other, calmly recounting the meaningless whispers they had said to each other on the edge of the field that summer night many years ago.

At first, it was Lu Lincheng who asked the questions unilaterally, but later on, it turned into a complete conversation between the two of them.

Their conversations became more and more frequent, then became less and less frequent and more and more silent, until finally neither of them seemed to have any more topics to say.

Lu Mingfei opened his black windbreaker. He had taken off his military cotton coat a long time ago, revealing a small pendant in the inner pocket. It was the kind of pendant that contained a photo. The photo was a serious family portrait of a family of three.

"It's really me." Lu Mingfei said.

"I know." Lu Lincheng said.

But Chu Zihang suddenly jumped up, and Murasame turned into a silver dragon and went straight for Lu Mingfei's throat.

Years of cooperation have enabled Lu Mingfei to almost understand the meaning of every look from his senior brother. He immediately made an evasive move, but Murasame's blade actually cut into a certain shadow area in an instant!

Hundreds of suspended snowflakes suddenly gathered into ice crystal spears, and the spears collided with Murasame, making a metallic sound.

Chu Zihang's knuckles burst open, and the blood froze into red ice spikes in mid-air before it even dripped.

"Time zero." Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank into needle points.

With his extraordinary perception, he had already sensed a ghostly shadow approaching them. His movements were as slow as old film, but Chu Zihang's knife was just 0.01 seconds late.

Like the tide chasing the moon's shadow, it seems within reach but is actually eternally separated.

But Chu Zihang had participated in the academy's "Ladong Project", and on the basis of Jun Yan, he also obtained Time Zero from Fujiwara Nobunosuke as his second word spirit.

His knife was as fast as the passing of spring flowers and autumn moon.

Lu Mingfei's lust and jealousy were unleashed at the same time.

When the Tang sword split the air wall of the field, the shadow behind it flashed away.

"Junior brother!" Chu Zihang's voice was drowned out by the scream of the rocket.

Those rockets were not aimed at them, but at the hovercraft. However, the warheads with tail flames suddenly hovered ten meters away from the hovercraft.

Eva stared coldly at the array of snowmobiles in the distance from the window.

Lu Lincheng watched this scene happen, and suddenly looked at the woman with a slim figure and slender waist beside him.

"Enough, Natasha!" He growled angrily and slapped the Russian woman, who was as beautiful as a fairy, to the ground.