Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

"The word spirit you are using is Time Zero! Who are you?" Lu Mingfei was suppressed by Odin's tremendous power and his knees bent involuntarily.

At this moment, his whole body felt like a steel nail being nailed into the hull of the Moniah.

The power in Odin's hand did not diminish, and the golden eye burst out with a tidal-like mental force, which was extremely aggressive, as if it would destroy Lu Mingfei's will in an instant.

But Lu Mingfei remained unmoved and stared back with his equally beautiful golden eyes.

In the dark rain, gold against gold.

This was a great scene. If there were painters or bards here, they would surely be able to create a mythical chapter. Unfortunately, their only witnesses were a group of screaming deadpools. These dry and lowly creatures were wandering far away. They were slaves of God, so how dare they take part in God's war?

Of course Odin would not respond to Lu Mingfei's question. He just held the end of Kungunir with his left hand and pressed it down hard, while his right hand pulled out a magnificent sword from his waist.

Even in the dragon bone state with the second blood burst activated, Lu Mingfei was still far from being a match for Odin.

His strength and speed were suppressed in all directions. He felt so powerless, just like in BJ's Nibelung many years ago. He could only helplessly watch the two figures moving and colliding at high speed in the air fighting each other and spilling blood.

"Brother, you can't beat him." The whole world trembled slightly, the suspended raindrops were crumbling, and the places where swords intersected and spears met were still bursting with expanding sparks, but everything was still. This was not time zero. If this was really an impact on the real world, then it must be a word spirit greater than Zhulong, Rhine, and Shiva Karma.

Time stopped.

Lu Mingze seemed to be playing cosplay. The little devil was wearing the dried skin that had been peeled off from some kind of cat. He held a cow horn kettle in his left hand and a crooked axe in his right hand. He looked like a little German.

"Get lost! How do I know I can't win without even trying?" Lu Mingfei cursed. He had seen Odin once and killed him once, so he thought it would be easy this time.

"It's different this time, it's a different person." Lu Mingze had a sly smile on his face. I really don't understand why a cute kid can look so annoying when he smiles. Lu Mingfei put away his lust and gluttony, "What do you mean?"

"Literally, the player with the Odin alias has changed." Lu Mingze shrugged. "Brother, you are the No. 1 StarCraft player. You can imagine this Odin as a Zerg hive controlled by you. He is good at tactical micro-manipulation and speed. He can even defeat a rookie like Lao Tang with the red dot operation."

Lu Mingfei was stunned when he heard the word "Lao Tang".

To be honest, Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang didn’t know each other this time. He rarely played games anymore because he had important things to do and his time was very little and precious.

"I understand. What about the Odin from last time? Is he Old Tang?" Lu Mingfei seemed to understand.

Lu Mingze spread his hands and said, "Probably Chen Wenwen."

Lu Mingfei stared at Lu Mingze blankly, thinking it was too absurd, so absurd that it was unbelievable.

"Chen Wenwen doesn't know how to play games." Lu Mingfei said.

"I know." Lu Mingze said.

Lu Mingfei's face was dark. "What about me? What's my level?" "Brother, you're better. If there really is a player controlling you, that guy's level is at least the same as those people who hang around in Internet cafes all day, eating and waiting to die, and watching other people's screens."

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing.” Lu Mingfei complained.

"Brother, you are so smart. This is really not a good thing." Lu Mingze said, "In short, you are no match for Odin in your current state, so do you want to exchange? Customer feedback, as long as I take a quarter of your life, Help me, brother, to kill that guy. Then you can steam, fry, or fry whatever you want. You can also package Odin's body and sell it to the secret party. I believe the big fools of the Gattuso family will spend a lot of money. Buy this thing."

“Forget it, let’s do it next time. I still have some skills that I haven’t used yet.” Lu Mingfei waved his hand and was about to send Lu Mingze away.

He does have some tricks up his sleeve.

After activating the third blood burst, Lu Mingfei felt that he was already close to Jörmungandr in human form. Even though the junior sister was a little weak, a weak Dragon King was still a Dragon King. Don't take bean buns as dry food.

"Brother, have you asked Chen Motong how she came back?" Lu Mingze said quietly.

Lu Mingfei suddenly shuddered violently. He realized that he was about to hear a fact that he didn’t want to hear. That fact would make him extremely sad and he would want to tear the whole world apart.

"Odin threw a weapon called Kungner in the Nibelungen. It is a weapon of fate. It will definitely hit anyone who is aimed at it, and if it hits someone, they will die." Lu Mingze said, "You used your body as the last barrier. Kungner pierced your heart and then her heart. So this is why she likes you."

Lu Mingfei's heart suddenly ached.

It was the feeling of being pierced by a sharp knife.

"That is an ancient weapon, created before the seven deadly sins. The dragon-slaying sword forged by Norton cannot compete with it. If you want to rely on it, you are doomed to fail." Lu Mingze stood in front of the eight-legged Pegasus. He raised his head to look at the majestic beast and swung the axe in his hand fiercely. However, the axe was just an inflatable toy and could not cause any damage to the horse.

Lu Mingze turned around and smiled jokingly, "As long as Kungunir locks on a person, it can take that person's life. Even if it is in the future that has not yet happened, that is an unchangeable fate, so it came here to rewrite the predetermined long poem of fate."

"Look, the predetermined fate remains the same. So what if you are S-rank? So what if you can carry a mountain? So what if you have a mad dragon in your eyes?" Lu Mingze opened his arms and threw away the inflatable axe. His eyes were fierce and his tone was sharp. "Brother, you still have to watch your senior sister die in front of you. Why do you think Odin showed up this time? What is the purpose of killing those lowly humans? Is he going to take away your seven deadly sins?"

"No, brother, no!"

"Go, go back, brother. Use all your strength and wield the Seven Deadly Sins after three bloodbaths. That way you can also gain some power and authority. Although you are still weak and will eventually have to make a deal with me, at least we all know what you have done!"

Lu Mingze pushed Lu Mingfei hard on the chest, and his time started to flow again. Odin's left hand had already raised the sword.

The sword was about to fall and chop off Lu Mingfei's head!

Chapter 49 You are finally here

At such a close distance, Lu Mingfei finally saw the true face of God. He was indeed God, indeed Odin, so majestic and so terrifying.

It reminds people of the songs from ancient times, lonely and desolate, and when facing each other, one feels excited.

The blue wind cloak was draped over him, and the iron mask was illuminated by dazzling golden eyes. The holy spear of destiny, Gungnir, was indeed similar to the legend, cast from the branches of some tree.

The boiling and burning dragon blood was pumped by Lu Mingfei's heart to his limbs and bones, and his golden pupils almost spewed out tangible flames.

Something was boiling in his veins.

That was the third bloodbath that existed only in theory. It was the edge of a cliff, and one step further would be the abyss.

In the ancient Dragon Age, the secret party called the blood-blasting technique the Road to Deification, a long road covered with thorns.

Lu Mingfei's heart was beating at an extremely fast speed, and the blood in his veins was like a rushing river, so majestic and powerful.

A certain logic that was far superior to that of human beings and was still controlled by his will was permeating his entire body along with the blood flowing through his veins.

That should be the will of the dragon.

The terrifying power filled Lu Mingfei's muscles again, and he slowly bent his back like a bow stretched to the extreme.

In his mind, Lu Mingfei was standing on a very high lightning. Under his feet there were clouds like a sea rolling. When the wind blew, the sea of ​​clouds began to rise, slowly submerging his consciousness.

These clouds are so soft.

Also very gentle.

It was like a mother's hand, gently holding the young boy in her arms.

Chu Zihang once told Lu Mingfei that the three blood explosions were the ultimate nightmare. Once one entered this dream, he would dance with the killing that was immersed in the dream.

BJ Nibelungen's time, he thought he would never wake up from the black dream again. He would become Deadpool, and his former friends would be proud to kill him. The remaining human will was only enough for the dragon-like body to fight until it killed the Dragon King, or be killed by the Dragon King.

The pair of golden eyes that were bursting with light slowly closed, as if accepting the fate of death.

Odin's left hand continued to exert force. Kungunir was really as heavy as a mountain at this moment, pressing hard on the junction where lust and gluttony intersected. Lu Mingfei's wrist bones made a crisp sound as if they could not bear the weight.

The sword in the god's left hand was about to fall on Lu Mingfei's head.

But the next moment, even more magnificent golden eyes slowly opened in front of Odin.

He looked up and stared into Odin's one eye, just like the ancestors staring at the dragon entrenched on the plateau. There was no respect in his eyes, only overflowing murderous intent.

Three bloody incidents.

Turn on.

After the third blood burst, Lu Mingfei had the ability to fight the next generation head-on. He let out a ferocious roar, and his lust and gluttony supported each other and burst out.

The holy spear of fate was knocked away from Odin's hand, but the god was not surprised. The exquisite and gorgeous sword in his other hand was still slashing down slowly and firmly with an unstoppable posture.

The remaining five of the seven deadly sins that followed Lu Mingfei with a roar and hiss like angry dragons now complemented each other at this moment. They clustered together fiercely with lust and gluttony, giving rise to a great alchemical realm.

Pride [superbia], jealousy [invidia], rage [ira], laziness [acedia], greed [avaritia], gluttony [gula], lust [luxuria]

The first letters of these swords combine to form a medieval Latin word, [Scelus et poena], which means "sin and punishment"!

The alchemical realm stimulated by the seven deadly sins at this moment is the realm called sin and punishment.

That was the punishment brought down by the King of Bronze and Fire on all monarchs and all gods.

On the sword case of the seven deadly sins, the ancient Hebrew words [Deniqueubierit sanguisagladioregis] are oozing with brilliant dragon blood. These words are translated into Chinese characters as "Every king's blood must end with the sword", which means that judgment is bound to come.

The great mythical armed forces have fully awakened. They sense that the fateful confrontation is imminent, and the realm of sin and punishment opens wide.

The majesty of the King of Bronze and Fire still remains in the Seven Deadly Sins. Those great swords burst out with dazzling light, and in the brilliant firelight, the shadow of God is looming.

That was really the shadow of God, the shadow of Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire. He actually looked like a very young man, surprisingly handsome, wearing ancient Chinese clothes, a feather fan and a scarf, reminiscent of Zhou Yu from Jiangdong. Norton opened his arms to face the falling sword. He was so determined in the light, as if he was going to embrace the sun that didn't exist.

Odin's left hand could not go down any further.

At this time, Lu Mingze's low laughter sounded in Lu Mingfei's ears, "What a surprising persistence, Norton..." he said.

Suddenly, huge wings of light opened in front of Lu Mingfei, blocking him and Odin. Norton's shadow formed a glorious cross with his wings and body. The cross was sharp and huge, standing in the falling rain.

There are ancient dragon scriptures being chanted.

Norton is saying, "When I return to the world, all the traitors will die!"

The realm of sin and punishment slammed fiercely into Odin's chest, a huge killing array condensed to the size of a sword, which should have been like a falling meteorite, carrying the power to destroy everything.

"What a pity, he is not the real king after all." Lu Mingze's voice sounded again. In Lu Mingfei's slightly stunned eyes, Odin's sword was also knocked away, but his right fist was clenched and swung from the light in an unstoppable posture. The breath of death was infinitely approaching.

The figure of the little devil really appeared between the fist and Lu Mingfei.

His body only blocked for less than a second before it was shattered immediately. He turned around and said, "Brother, run."

But Odin's fist, which was bony and harder than steel, had already landed on Lu Mingfei's chest.

For a moment, Lu Mingfei felt that he was hit head-on by a heavy truck. He was thrown out like a piece of rag, with inky blood splattered. The scarlet color slowly covered his pupils, and his vision was full of red.

Everything happened in a flash.

There was dead silence on the messy deck of the Moniach. Lu Mingfei crashed miserably into the outer wall of the bridge, making a dull sound.

There was a sarcastic and magnificent laughter, and it was actually Odin laughing.

He was laughing at the actions of the lowly human in front of him. The path to becoming a god was nothing more than an audience with God, and he himself was God.

Suddenly, thunderous gunshots rang out behind Odin, and Selma stood up straight. She had never been as brave as she was at that moment.

Groups of deadpools knelt on the ground in awe of God's majesty. Selma actually took the pair of Desert Eagles from Professor Mance. The box of the seven deadly sins was on her back, and dragon blood was oozing out of the ancient Hebrew text. The hot blood was burning her skin and making her lips pale.

The girl lit up her golden eyes, and Selma poked the black muzzle of her gun out of the broken porthole. The powerful dum-dum bullet hit Odin's back, and the boiling divine blood melted it into splashing molten iron.

"Junior, you shouldn't die here." Selma said, the muzzle of the gun in her hand spewing flames continuously. Even though Mance had tried to attack Odin with bullets and proved the meaninglessness of this action, Selma still did it without hesitation.

Her eyes were resolute and firm, her whole body was shaking, except for the muzzle of the gun.

She looked at Lu Mingfei and actually gave a pale smile.

She said, "Junior, you are S-rank, you are more important than all of us, so you have to die after me, this is our destiny."

The Moniach vibrated slightly, and Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. He held a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, supporting his body against the metal wall.