Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

Lu Mingfei opened another box. The equipment inside was similar, but there were no guns, mostly ammunition.

At this moment, the CC1000 train under his feet suddenly shook violently, and Lu Mingfei took out two Desert Eagles from the box almost at the same time!

Sure enough, it came.

At this moment, the wind and rain outside were getting more violent. The rain was hitting the glass and the whole carriage seemed to be shaking. The express train was slowing down and would stop soon. The sounds from outside and inside seemed to disappear completely. There was silence but for the howling of wind and rain and the sound of footsteps slowly approaching in the distance.

But the car hasn't stopped yet, so how could there be footsteps outside?

Lu Mingfei raised his gun without hesitation. A large cluster of sparks spewed out from the end of the Desert Eagle's extended barrel. The sound of the gun was as loud as a thunderstorm. The 0.44-inch Magnum bullet easily penetrated the train's bulletproof layer, which was thickened to 5 cm, and pierced into something with undiminished power, making a muffled sound and an explosion.

The footsteps disappeared immediately.

Dark red rain flowed into the carriage through the holes left by the bullets.

The train came to a complete stop at this time. Lu Mingfei reached into the lining and grasped the hilt of the Seven Deadly Sins: Lust. The weapon seemed to sense the upcoming fight and trembled slightly with excitement. When Lu Mingfei pulled it out, the blade vibrated and hummed.

It doesn't seem to be raining here now, but rather that the entire carriage has fallen into the sea. Cold rain is pouring in from all directions. The holes on the roof of the carriage, the gaps left by welding, the vents, and the doors are all filled with water. However, there is also a strange, dim stream of light flowing on the metal of the carriage, and the light is reflected by the water surface, which is beautiful and dangerous.

All of Lu Mingfei's bones were crackling, and the blood that was gushing out was silently opened. The dragon blood that permeated his body was boiling hotly. Although his whole body was soaked, wisps of steam were coming out of it.

Lu Mingfei now has an absolute bloodline advantage when facing almost everyone, unless facing a second-generation ancient dragon, he almost never needs to use blood burst. But not being able to use it does not mean that he will not use it. His physique is different from Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang's repeated use of blood burst, even if it is only the initial blood burst, will cause inevitable pollution, but Lu Mingfei's use of blood burst will not cause the collapse of consciousness, but only feel the rapid loss of physical strength.

But a burst of blood consumption hardly consumes any physical energy for him. If necessary, Lu Mingfei can maintain this state.

Lu Mingfei knew clearly that the attack was imminent, but he didn't know how it would unfold. The weapon box was put into a bag and fixed on his body, the Desert Eagle was fixed on his waist, and only the short knife named lust was still tightly held.

The space in the carriage is not large, so the advantage of a short sword like Lust can be more evident.

There was the sound of heavy rain coming from all directions, and also like the neighing of horses coming from all directions.

But the door of the carriage suddenly opened. From Lu Mingfei's direction, he could not see what was outside the door. He could only see a faint dim light. It did not seem like raining, but more like dusk.

"You are my little apple..." The slightly vulgar ringtone of the cell phone shattered the silence and Lu Mingfei's growing fighting spirit. His momentum and the atmosphere around him suddenly stagnated, as if they were about to dissipate.

“Hello?” Lu Mingfei felt that his voice seemed to be weak for some reason, a bit like a otaku who had just woken up from a dream and had not yet come to his senses.

"Are you still sleeping? Are you still fucking asleep? Lu Mingfei, get up quickly! Your signal and the signal of your car have disappeared from our line!" Nuo Nuo got angry when she heard Lu Mingfei's voice, and when she was angry, she revealed a deep sense of worry.

"Senior Sister, I..." Lu Mingfei wanted to explain that he had not slept, and the current situation was unclear. There might be two hundred swordsmen and axemen outside the door waiting to chop General Lu into meat paste as soon as he showed his head.

"What do you mean by 'I'? Check your weapons quickly. Those are the only things that can save your life now!" Nuo Nuo's voice was accompanied by the roar of the car engine and the sound of heavy rain hitting the glass.

"Junior brother, listen to me." Nuonuo's voice suddenly seemed to become gentle again.

"I didn't tell you this because the Night Watchman said that if you knew, then the Dragon King would know too. He also promised me that you would not be dragged into the Nibelungen and that support would arrive if you just stayed where you were for twenty minutes. We left ten minutes after you set off, so you must not get off the car and rely on those weapons to defend the spot for twenty minutes. Chu Zihang and his men also set off from Chicago, and it's only half an hour's distance to where your signal disappeared, so you must hold on."

"Yeah." Lu Mingfei said.

"What are you saying? Can't you say something to boost morale?" Nuonuo was annoyed.

“Don’t worry, senior sister. I’m very lucky and I don’t want to die here.” Lu Mingfei said calmly.

"If you die, I will die with you, Lu Mingfei, remember this!" Nuo Nuo said fiercely, and then hung up the phone heavily.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, looking at the phone in his hand whose signal was completely cut off and the caller ID of Xia Mi, who called again just after Nuo Nuo hung up but he didn't have time to pick up the call, and gave a helpless smile.

It was probably impossible to stay in the car. The dense footsteps and the dense raindrops almost merged completely. There were a terrifying number of Deadpools or something else that had climbed onto the roof of this car. If they really waited for them to cut the metal roof with their claws and fall in to fight in such a narrow space, even Lu Mingfei would be a little scared.

Moreover, this carriage could not withstand the impact of the group of Deadpools at all.

Lu Mingfei looked out through the car window. The visibility was close to zero and he could not see anything. The Nibelungen might not have completely descended and could not pull him in, but the rules of the real world had changed. Looking out from this car, what he could see was not the scene outside, but what was happening inside the Nibelungen.

He could hear hoarse, sharp voices coming from every corner and direction, and then gathering into a raging river. They were hungry, thirsty, lonely, and eager to kill something. They were saying, "Audience!"

Lu Mingfei actually walked towards the door. The closer he got to the door, the more he could see the dim firelight drifting in like a drifting skirt. Perhaps sensing that the prey was finally about to come out of the narrow tin can, the things that made the sharp whistling sounds became more and more excited. Lu Mingfei could even see the surging shadows densely clustered and projected by the firelight onto the floor of the carriage at the door.

At this time, a crack appeared in the darkness on the window, which meant that the medium of Nibelung was becoming thinner, and the sound of the rainstorm suddenly weakened, but this did not mean the end of the attack, but only meant that the attackers had brought thousands of troops through this seemingly endless rainstorm.

A huge army that is enough to tear Lu Mingfei to pieces.

Brilliant light overflowed from the crack that tore through the darkness, like a blazing white tide.

At the same time, the roaring sound disappeared without a trace.

Lu Mingfei held the hilt of the knife tightly, he saw it.

Through the train window, countless golden eyes with flames were staring at him silently in the rain. They were countless Deadpools, standing silently on both sides of the train, like immovable walls. These walls made of rotten flesh, metal armor and black cloaks seemed endless. Lu Mingfei couldn't see far away, but he knew from the near that he couldn't possibly be a match for this number of Deadpools in his current state.

The guy's mind raced, and he reached his left and right hands into the side opening of the backpack.

President Lu was also a cunning man, how could he surrender so obediently? He held the two dirty bombs in his hands like two little pumpkins, with cold sweat oozing from his palms.

Lu Mingfei slowly came to the door. Such a direct and real passage would not be affected by the barrier between Nibelungen and the real world, so what appeared in front of Lu Mingfei must be real.

He was stunned.

It was a huge black vortex, right in the sky ahead. Thousands of ravens were circling silently in the vortex, and an ancient breath was blowing in the face.

The train stopped in the middle of a wasteland, and a group of deadpools surrounded him. There were dozens or even hundreds of them, but they were not fixed, because in the potholes and puddles, a black figure slowly stood up. They seemed to have gathered in this way.

And further away, Lu Mingfei saw the thing he had been dreaming of.

That thing is...

Odin.

All the Deadpools dispersed in front of Lu Mingfei. Their faces were so hideous, but their movements were as orderly as a well-trained army. They made way in the high walls for the person who was designated to meet the gods.

As Lu Mingfei expected, at the end of the road was Odin, who came to claim his life.

The ancient god who rarely failed sat high on the back of a monster-like horse, holding a curved spear. The weapon was swung slowly, drawing a huge circular trajectory beside him. It was extremely majestic, because endless lightning was crackling and entwining along the trajectory of the spear, like a group of leaping snakes.

Odin's armor was still mottled, with the ancient years leaving behind rust-like substances on it. His wind cloak was so tattered that it looked like it had been dug out of a tomb. He still wore a dead wood-like mask on his face, with lava-colored light gushing out of the eye and mouth holes of the mask.

The falling rain could no longer touch Odin. His blood was truly burning. Such a hot breath quickly evaporated all the rain. A mist like a sea tide filled the air and covered the eight-legged horse. The monster named Sleipnir snorted heavily, stamped the ground with its front hooves, and slowly opened its golden eyes in the mist.

A large group of deadpools slowly stood up from the puddle beside Odin, with black wind cloaks, rusty weapons, and dry and pale hands holding the weapons. Their numbers were as numerous as the grains of sand in the universe, and in an instant, thousands of troops gathered around the god.

From left to right, the ancient heart roared like a roaring war drum. Life slowly returned to these dried corpses with their heads bowed. As the hearts that had been silent for many years began to beat again, every Deadpool looked up silently. Their bones made a crackling sound, and their pupils hidden in the shadows lit up with golden light one by one, like countless lights lit up in the wilderness.

Every pair of eyes looked at Lu Mingfei. The light behind the man flickered dimly, but those eyes were more dazzling than the sun.

"I'm starting directly from the third blood burst, Senior Sister, you guys have to hurry..." Lu Mingfei murmured in a low voice. He suddenly raised his gun, and the Desert Eagle made a deafening explosion!

Chapter 109: The Curtain of Rainfall (3) (Subscribe)

Countless black shadows rushed in from the end of the wasteland, like an unstoppable black tide, or like evil spirits who could finally hold back no longer and poured out from hell one after another to devour everything in the world.

Lu Mingfei was horrified to notice that these things did not just rely on their claws to stab and tear, they actually had weapons, long swords, spears, axes and hammers, and even Atkan swords. Some of the Deadpools even carried longbows and shot rusty arrows, which were fiercely blocked by Lu Mingfei with lust!

"Lu Mingze Lu Mingze Lu Mingze!" Lu Mingfei immediately called out to the little devil. He realized that he would never be able to hold out for too long under such an attack. Three or even four blood bursts were not enough. He could only use the King Killing Frame to attack Odin directly like he did last time!

But that requires Lu Mingze's gift. The 30% fusion command can make Lu Mingfei strong enough to challenge the gods!

But no matter how he called, the little devil who used to be as quick to respond as Cao Cao was still silent. He did not come, nor did he have any intention of making a deal with Lu Mingfei.

For a moment, an emotion called panic flashed across the man's eyes, which were like a spinning mandala with flowing golden flames, but Lu Mingfei held on to his lust even more.

Once upon a time, even though he was so weak that he was nothing and a marginal figure in everyone's eyes, Lu Mingfei dared to rush into the Red Well where monsters swarmed when he was mad. Today, he is holding a precious sword and his skills are enough to make him the leader of the martial arts world. Even if he has seen a god, it is the god who should be panicking!

Of course Faust has to make a deal with the devil, because he has nothing. He is so lonely that he indulges in false love under the temptation of ghosts and gods, but he is so weak that he can be killed by a spear. He needs the devil to do everything. But Lu Mingfei doesn't need to do it. In a sense, he is a person who has killed gods. Demons will not tempt godslayers, they will only fear godslayers.

Even Odin should fear him!

After the third blood burst, Lu Mingfei's appearance was almost indistinguishable from a humanoid dragon. His entire body was covered with dark liquid being washed by the drizzle. It was the blood that burst out when the iron-blue scales tore through his skin. The temperature of the blood was so high that the raindrops were evaporated, and the white-hot steam roared like a sea tide. As Lu Mingfei's shouts and breathing became heavier, the newly formed sharp scales slowly expanded, swaying in the cold air like shells under the tide, and then snapped together with a loud bang, making a crisp sound.

The last time he confronted Odin, Lu Mingfei relied on the dragon bone state, the third blood burst and the 50% fusion of the little devil Lu Mingze. This time, Lu Mingfei has not yet activated the dragon bone state, and it seems that Lu Mingze will not appear.

On the battlefield, the omnipresent Deadpool certainly wouldn't allow Lu Mingfei to think for too long. The tide-like black shadows roared and threatened to drown him.

Even in the third blood burst state, Lu Mingfei was still trying to conserve his strength. The number of heroes was as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. They were no match for him. His opponent was the thing at the back. Odin was holding a spear in the distance, and the golden light on the Holy Spear of Destiny, Kungunir, was fluctuating.

Lu Mingfei fired both guns continuously. Behind him was the CC1000 train with only three carriages. The roofs of these carriages were now full of black shadows, reminiscent of a group of owls standing on tombstones under the night sky.

The Desert Eagle's magazine was filled entirely with alchemical bullets. Lu Mingfei had not planned to hold back on ammunition from the beginning because he had no teammates in this battle. After the magazine was completely empty, he had no time to reload it.

The flame spewing from the muzzle was so large that it seemed as if the King's Flame was being activated in his hand. Every bullet could accurately hit the brow of a hero, and then exploded with a loud bang, clearing a large area among hundreds and thousands of Deadpools, but no corpses were left on the ground. It seemed that the heroes really were immortal as in the myth, and after being killed, they immediately turned into black shadows and flowed back into the accumulated water.

Lu Mingfei silently memorized a number every time he fired a shot, until there were only two bullets left in each of the two guns. He let out a low roar, and the iron-like muscles on his legs with their knees twisted could be seen undulating under the scales. He suddenly accelerated and sprinted, leaping three meters high and jumping over the heads of a large number of heroes. The muzzles of guns roared in the air, and more than five heroes in front of him were eliminated.

Lu Mingfei adjusted his posture in the air, and when he landed, he used his knees to suppress the most burly black shadow in front of him. That guy was probably something like an elite monster among the heroes. Surprisingly, his skull was not crushed for a while, and he was still waving his claws to try to pierce Lu Mingfei's heart.

But Lu Mingfei fired two more shots, one bullet was sent into the mouth of the deadpool under his knees, his head and the entire upper body were blown to pieces, turning into dispersing black smoke, and the other bullet was shot straight ahead by the slightly raised muzzle. Light and flames immediately swayed in front of him, and this bullet cleared an area in a short time, directly exposing the god to Lu Mingfei's vision. The ancient god seemed to be accumulating something, and the light on the gun of Kungunir was volatile.

Lu Mingfei understood that the god was not a real god, but just a puppet controlled by a mask. Maybe there really was such a person as Odin, but the one who appeared here was most likely not the real thing.

There seemed to be something wrong with the gun, otherwise it would have been thrown out by now.

The little devil said that Kungunir was the Spear of Destiny. It was a true conceptual weapon that had existed even longer than the Seven Deadly Sins. The attainments of its creator in alchemy might be slightly inferior to those of Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, but his understanding of elements and cause and effect was definitely better than that of Norton, who once shared the throne with Constantine.

The concepts of that gun are "must hit" and "death". If it is thrown, it will definitely hit the person it is aimed at, and if it penetrates, the person will definitely die.

The little devil also said that Kungunir's power was recovering, and even if it was not its original form, it would become stronger and stronger. Last time, Lu Mingfei was able to cut off the web of fate between it and Senior Selma, but this time he had no confidence in doing it again.

Lu Mingfei remained alert as ever. He picked up a black shadow that rushed towards him with one hand, swung it in a circle and threw it out like a weapon, knocking down a group of heroes.

He changed the magazine with one hand and was fully armed again in an instant. After completing this series of actions, Lu Mingfei immediately turned around and fired continuously. The recoil of the modified Desert Eagle was incredibly large. His shoulders trembled, but his body seemed completely unaffected and stable. This time the magazine was loaded with armor-piercing shells. These small things made by the equipment department were incredibly powerful and could easily penetrate the solid skulls of the heroes. Black ink-like blood spurted out of the bullet holes.

A heroic spirit who was very close was hit on the forehead by Lu Mingfei. His armor was pierced and his hood was blown to pieces by the strong airflow. The mercury core blunt gold armor-piercing bullet directly cut off his entire head. The remaining body turned into black haze and collapsed, flowing away in the direction of the accumulated water.

“Damn, how many of these things are there!” Lu Mingfei’s goal was very clear, which was to maintain the core of all this, that is, Odin.

After turning around and eliminating the heroic spirit that was threatening his back, he immediately faced Odin again, trying to fight his way out of this huge army. However, the heroic spirits that were surrounding him seemed endless and so numerous that they looked no different from a black tide at first glance.

Deadpools were everywhere, and the smell of decay filled the air, brought into Lu Mingfei's lungs by his heavy breathing.

He had two grenades hanging on his middle fingers. He immediately bit off the safety pins with his teeth and threw them behind him without looking back.

Then a dazzling wall of fire unfolded behind him, venting high temperature and heat, and Deadpool in that direction could not break through at all.

There is still fat in their bodies, and their bodies are as dry as firewood that can be ignited at any time. Once they come into contact with such a high-temperature open flame, they will be burned to ashes immediately.

It’s worthy of being the product of the Equipment Department, it’s powerful!

Suddenly, the entire battlefield seemed to be silent in an instant. Lu Mingfei looked up in confusion. He realized that the originally irritable and angry heroes were silent. They lowered their heads, as if welcoming something more powerful to intervene in the battlefield.

He saw something slowly walking out of the fierce light behind Odin. They were two wolves, but there had never been such huge canines in the world. They walked out of the haze with their long hair shaking like silver needles. Their ferocious bodies were like lions and tigers, but ten times more powerful than lions and tigers.

They are the ferocious wolves of Odin in mythology, Kili and Kulich, epic monsters with ferocious faces, sharp fangs, high foreheads like dragon horns, and ferocious pupils with a lava-like luster.

Two more powerful heroes, equally filled with the aura of decay, sat astride the backs of giant wolves, carrying longbows and holding giant swords.

Their armor is different from that of other Deadpools. It is more like the silk robes worn by priests during sacrifices. It is long and wide, and their skin is covered with eerie iron scales.

Deadpool's dragon transformation is even more serious.