Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

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 they walked towards him. 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.

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 reuniting after a long separation, nor was there any 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.

Chapter 602 Mother and Son

There are windows on both sides of the corridor. The cold wind carries ice gravel and hits the glass, making crackling sounds. The sharp sound of the wind is like being in the center of the battlefield during the Normandy Landing. The trajectory of the bullet is right next to your ears, and there are metal spikes whistling in the wind from all directions.

Eva hid in Lu Mingfei's bear-skin hat in the same Q-version form that she had shown on the Tokyo Tower, grabbing his hair and lying behind his ears like a pendant.

"The flow of elements is not normal. Do you know what this damn place reminds me of?" she said.

Lu Mingfei shook his head imperceptibly.

"The grave, the grave in the Xirang where the dragons that were completely wiped out by Lord Nuwa and the orthodoxy for thousands of years are buried." After Eva became smaller, her voice unexpectedly became soft and sticky.

Lu Mingfei didn’t know how she knew the situation inside Xirang, and he had no way to answer her. He could only look at the glass on the side of the corridor.

The glass has a frosted texture and you can't see outside at all, but you can imagine that the towering copper pillar stands in the center of the complex, and the spruce trees between the buildings like a dome of the sky make it look like a huge fortress.

Lu Lincheng and Natasha, who led the last attack, led the way in front, while Chu Zihang and others behind them did not hide their vigilance and alertness towards everyone in the safe haven.

"Natasha is my secretary. She helps me deal with some less important documents and government affairs in my daily work," said Lu Lincheng.

Lu Mingfei nodded to show his understanding.

After taking off her winter clothes, she was a beautiful woman wearing a white shirt and a one-step skirt. Her slender calves wrapped in thin stockings were exposed under the skirt. She had a well-proportioned figure and a slender waist that could be held in one hand.

Seeing her, Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of Isabel. She was the assistant to the president when Lu Mingfei was the president of the Student Union in another time and space, and she also served as a secretary.

Then he shook his head.

Isabel was much prettier than Ms. Natasha, who was probably nearly ten years older than him, but her figure was slightly inferior.

"Is this my daughter-in-law? My dear son, you have a good eye." Lu Lincheng said. After leaving the battlefield, the solemn and cold aura disappeared from this man, and what remained was only the scholarly air cultivated from years of reading. In other words, wearing that pair of thick plastic-framed glasses and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, this middle-aged man who obviously holds power in the safe haven actually has an elegant aura.

Ling was actually a little shy, but still hugged Lu Mingfei's arm tightly and greeted Lu Lincheng politely, "Hello uncle, my name is Ling, Ling Romanova."

"Huo, you are a descendant of the Tsar. Did you return to your ancestral home after 1991?"

"Well, the government did a genetic test on me when I was very young and issued a certificate."

"Our Lu family has really made great progress. Mingfei, you have to say that you are the prince consort when you go out in the future."

After accepting the look that all men understood from his cheap father, Lu Mingfei touched Ling's hair.

This was not just a casual act. Lu Mingfei didn't know how he could have deserved the princess's unconditional love for him, but she had indeed expressed her love for him unscrupulously many times.

Lu Mingfei’s heart was also beating fast.

In another world line, if it was Zero instead of Nono who pulled him out of the screening room, he might have been much happier.

After knowing what shame is, he only really hit rock bottom twice. Everyone around him was waiting to laugh at him. One time was when the entire literature club tricked him into wearing that Korean-style suit with a small "i" printed on it in the screening room. That day, he stood in the middle of the big screen and watched Zhao Menghua and Chen Wenwen exchanging glances from afar. The expression on his face was as stupid as a dog drenched by rain. Another time, he attended the Norton Hall party as an S-level student at the invitation of the student union president. He couldn't even dance, and every girl on the dance floor rejected him. That day, Lu Mingfei felt that his ears were drooping, and everyone around him was making cold laughs.

Two girls pulled him out of the trough, and Nono came down from the sky like an angel with a sword and said to him, "Ricardo, are you still going to continue to participate in the event?"

And Zero just took his hands and said "Put your arms around my waist".

But now is not the time to be sentimental. Lu Mingfei shuddered as he walked. He suddenly realized that this place was colder than the ice cellar at Kassel Academy.

The outside world is an ice-covered world. The permafrost is geologically stable, but anything that can build a kingdom of the dead must be at least a second-generation pure-blooded dragon.

"When we first built this shelter, we considered how to preserve heat to the maximum extent possible and how to ensure that invaders could not invade the core area in the shortest possible time." Lu Lincheng said. At the end of the corridor, in front of him, an alloy airtight door appeared. The hardness of that thing was comparable to that of a bank vault door. It was locked by thirty-two lock tongues. Only by crossing the door could one truly enter the safe haven.

The corridor that Lu Lincheng led Lu Mingfei and the others through just now was nothing more than entering the depths of Nibelungen from its surface.

Natasha twisted her waist and slowly walked past Lu Lincheng to the front of the airtight door. After scanning her iris to verify her fingerprint, a sharp whistle sounded. It was the high-pressure gas inside the airtight door being filled. After a moment, the sounds of the lock tongue being popped out were heard one by one.

After they walked through the gate, the steel corridor closed behind them with a bang. Above their heads was the structure of a patio. Outside the building was a blizzard, while outside the patio was a lush spruce treetop. Frost and snow fell from the gaps between the treetops. Ling stood on tiptoe to brush away the snow on Lu Mingfei's brow.

Lu Lincheng took off his glasses, and Lu Mingfei discovered that the man's eyes were actually very cloudy, like an old man.

"Does it look like the two sycamore trees we planted outside our house? This thing is called spruce, and it is a very cold-resistant plant." Lu Lincheng saw his son looking up at the treetops that were connected like a canopy, and explained, "The buildings here are dense and crowded, powered by underground nuclear fusion reactors, and every room is as warm as spring. Under the soil layer more than ten meters deep are pipes extending directly from the heat exchange device. The high-temperature water flow inside will ensure that even in the coldest climate, the soil will not freeze, and the roots of the trees will continue to prosper. Relying on these spruces, we have built a small ecosystem independent of the ecological world. The thousands of kilometers of barren land in Siberia and the extreme climate are a natural isolation layer."

"Even if a nuclear war breaks out in the outside world and a nuclear winter comes, you can still rely on such a completely closed and self-circulating ecosystem to be self-sufficient. It's incredible." Lu Mingfei exclaimed, "It must cost a lot of money, right?"

Lu Lincheng was stunned for a moment. He and Natasha looked at each other and saw smiles in each other's eyes.

"If we take into account the various alchemical materials and the labor costs of hiring the world's most skilled alchemists, the construction cost of the safe haven is more than 30 billion US dollars, which is enough for the Americans to build another aircraft carrier fleet." Lu Lincheng said, "But our maintenance costs are not that high, because it is a self-circulating system, so we haven't introduced materials other than fossil energy from the outside world for a long time."

At this time, a guard hurriedly passed by them. When passing by Lu Lincheng, he gave him a standard military salute. After the guy's black tactical boots stepped on the metal grid at the edge of the courtyard and disappeared in the steam hissing out from under the grid, Lu Mingfei said: "I see they all respect you very much. Dad, you have a high status here, right?"

"Your father is the Secretary General of the Safe Haven, almost the highest-level chief executive." Lu Lincheng actually revealed a somewhat proud expression, as if he had bought discounted guinea fowl in front of the company many years ago and went home to take credit to Qiao Weini.

They continued walking along the corridor that had a rather old feel to it. After passing through three pressure doors, the smell of disinfectant suddenly became strong.

"Your mother is a researcher in the laboratory. After the defense system issued a warning, we didn't know it was you who came, so she didn't wait at home... The laboratory is in front, and someone should have been notified." Lu Lincheng introduced, and he turned his head to look at Natasha.

"Take Mingfei's friends to choose a place to stay."

"Please follow me." Natasha smiled at the others, and Bunin hugged the box tightly in his arms and shrank back.

"Please don't worry. The safe haven is absolutely safe. You can stay here as long as you want." Lu Lincheng said, "I'll ask Mingfei to pick you up for dinner at home later. It's not easy to have friends visiting. I'll go to the farm to get some guinea fowl for you to eat."

Chu Zihang looked a little pale, but still nodded: "Okay, thank you uncle."

——The snow boots felt soft when stepping on the felt carpet, just like stepping on clouds. After the others left, Lu Mingfei and Lu Lincheng suddenly became silent, as if they had nothing to say anymore.

Until they turned another corner, what appeared before them was a white corridor with a half-closed window with shutters at the end of the corridor.

Both sides of the corridor were lined with laboratories with working displays above. They stopped at the corner. Lu Lincheng opened his shirt and took out a cigarette box, lit one for himself and then for Lu Mingfei. The two of them just smoked in silence facing each other.

"How did you get a Nibelung? And you built a safe haven inside it." Lu Mingfei finally broke the silence.

"You should have taken the Night Watchman's Alchemy course in the academy. Some alchemical creations can store words and activate them when necessary."

Lu Mingfei nodded, agreeing with Lu Lincheng's words. He remembered that Instructor Flamel did have such a candle, which could not only amplify his Word Spirit Discipline, but also store the Word Spirit in it. If Flamel happened to be out one day and the academy was attacked again, the candle could recite the discipline through matrix resonance.

"Around the millennium, we conducted an ancient civilization survey and excavation in the Greenland Sea, and found the largest alchemical equipment ever discovered by humans." When Lu Lincheng said this, he looked up out the window. That direction was exactly where the bronze pillar that required dozens of people to hug stood.

"It is this copper pillar. When we found it, only some debris remained. In order to restore it, the committee spent tens of billions of dollars and invited dozens of outstanding alchemy masters from all over the world. It took a full six years to complete it... The Nibelungen, which protects the safe haven, expanded outward with the copper pillar as the core."

Lu Mingfei was stunned. He looked at the bronze pillars with ancient dragon characters engraved on their surfaces under the canopy of spruce tree crowns, and imagined how great a god could be able to deduce alchemy to that level... This was undoubtedly close to Norton's authority.

"As long as we ensure that the energy source of this thing is not cut off and it itself does not collapse, Nibelungen will not eventually collapse or get lost after losing its creator and controller." He murmured.

"Junior brother, he's lying." Eva said behind Lu Mingfei's ear. She peeked through the gap to see any slightest change in Lu Lincheng's expression.

"Everything in the Nibelungen is dead, even the elements are silent, but the surrounding elements are chaotic and manic, as if we are at the core of some world-destroying spirit."

At this time, the display screen above Laboratory No. 1 suddenly changed to "Resting".

The next moment, a still cool and elegant middle-aged woman rushed out in a hurry.